The strip across the street from the park was done up in strange symbols. Two bulbous ends at the top, followed by a deep, sharp triangular bit at the bottom. The design was everywhere, on balloons, on posters, billboards, on the side of cars, on little cards people held in their hands, little stuffed versions of it. It was early morning and already people were out and bustling, shop owners hanging strings of the things outside their windows. Couples walked by holding hands and kissing far more than they normally did, even for the rather romantic setting of the park.
  In the abnormally large interconnected trees above the park, a pair of slitted irises contracted to focus on the scene below, before they were joined by a secondary set, purple in shade.
  “What are they doing?...Issss thissss ssome human ritual?” Asked an even voice, only marked slightly by confusion.
  “I don’t know, but don’t worry about it, come back to bed….” The secondary voice whined. “It’s eaaarrrlllyyy….”
  The first voice scoffed. “You’re so needy lately….”
  “You’re one to talk, I can’t even see Shawn right now.” The purple eyes rolled. “And you know what time of year it is.”
  There was a pause. “True….but you and I know that, and that is why our...urges are up, but why are the humans acting accordingly. Do they have a heat season?”
  A third pair of eyes, this one pink, chimed in. “No, my god, for such ‘Learned’ serpents as you say,” said a voice marked with a slight accent, french. “You really know nothing of humanity. It’s Valentine’s Day!”
  “That means literally nothing to me, slime.”
  The pink eye’s voice clicked its tongue. “No need to be cruel, even if you are in season, Seria. Valentine’s is my kind of season! It is a time of year for….” There was a purr. “Amore….passion...and a bit of lust…”
  “And what does that have to do with bumpy upside down triangles?” The purple eyes asked.
  There was an exasperated noise. “Those are hearts.”
  The first voice made a hissing sort of chuckle. “Those are not hearts...I have seen what hearts look like. I know intimately what hearts look like, they are far more messy and veiny and bump-”
  “You can stop now…” Said the purple eyes, voice slightly concerned.
  It was at this point that the only human among the branches found the thick, yellow spotted coils surrounding his body loose enough to wiggle his head free. He had been submerged for some time, it might have been a full day, maybe longer. There were only snatches of light between tight clenches of musculature and teasing undulations against his most intimate places.
  They heard his gasp, the three sets of eyes turning to look at him, the familiar faces of Seria, Serena and Caresse. Seria’s massive yellow coils tightened around him, the tensing of the muscles threatening to swallow him within her endless embrace once again before Serena’s multi colored scales rubbed against her neck, the more colorful serpent nuzzling against her throat. The albino boa had tried her best to stay on an even keel since the season had started, but she was just as needy for touch as her partner was. The smooth slide of scale over scale calmed her enough to make her coils relax, and Shawn was saved from once more disappearing into loops of banded yellow.
  “Come on, let him stretch his legs. At this rate I’m afraid they’re going to atrophy and then how is he going to do all that squirming you like so much?”
  Caresse chuckled, her malleable form rippling with pleasure to see the boa in such need. “Yes, do let the poor dear out for just a minute, I’m sure you two old maids can keep each other company in the meantime? Don’t humans...and come to think of it, most organic beings need to do that whole ‘Eating’ thing?”
  Serena paused her ministrations along Seria’s neck and blinked for a moment at this. “Organic?...Are you not organic?”
  Caresse’s malleable form shifted so there was a little question mark attached to the top of her head. “Ya know, I don’t really know?...”
  There was a moment where all three of them stared for a moment before they decided to let the question pass.
  “Anyway,” Serena continued her argument. “This ‘Valentine’s, is it today?”
  Caresse shrugged. “Tomorrow by modern estimates, though it’s basis upon the day of execution levied against St.Valentines was probably set farther into the year, most likely closer to October, however changes in calendars and the commercial enterprises of humans settle it here as there are no other holidays within this month to initiate commerce.”
  Another brief silence.
  “Soooo….Tomorrow then?” Serena asked.
  “Yesssss, basically.” Caresse answered with a nod.
  “Well then, how about, to celebrate, we have Shawn lure some treats in, hmm? Show them what true ‘Amore’ as our semi-solid serpent so solicitously put it.”
  Caresse beamed a bit at the compliment and nodded. “I agree, it has been a while since we did anything particularly special.”
  Shawn made a gasping noise of approval.
  “Fine…” Seria finally relented. The cocoon of coils that had been Shawn’s home for the past however-many hours finally hefted itself from it’s position besides the trunk of the tree and positioned itself above one of the more sturdy branches near the serpentine meeting.
  The coils loosened, but he had been in them so long that even as they loosened he didn’t slip out. He was naked, and his skin was somewhat stuck to her scales, little diamond imprints along his form in various places. Seria made an annoyed sound and shook the cocoon back and forth a few times before he finally slipped free like toothpaste from a tube after a few flexes, landing in a wobbly pile on the branch.
  “Oh dear...I thought the atrophy comment was a joke…” Caresse commented.
  “He has only been in there two days, humans need to be taught to have higher endurance.” Seria snorted.
  Shawn tried to get to his feet a few times, leaning against the trunk for support as his knees shook, and he stood, blushing, nude and covered in tiny diamonds.
  “H-hi…” He managed, slightly addled, his few glimpses to the surface of that sea of coils had mostly been subject to swirling eyes or intimate touch. Now free of them he felt so light he might float away. “S-so...Valentine’s….”
  “He’s stuttering. Clearly we should simply put him back in my coils and celebrate among ourselves.” Coils from all around the tree began to encroach, coming closer, threatening to envelope him again.
  Serena curled herself around Seria’s throat fully, nuzzling her cheek softly. “Nono, come on, be good…”
  Seria was mollified for a moment, and the coils retreated. The colorful serpent, however, shot Shawn a look that communicated several things at once, most of them being ‘Leave now, I have no idea how long I can keep her at bay.’ As addled as Shawn was, he had sense enough to listen to this non-verbal advice. Caresse also took the hint and dripped away from the other two serpents in the tree, reforming next to Shawn with a smile. “Let me help you, dear….can’t very well go down naked, and I don’t think you’re in any state to get dressed before Ms. Needy over there locks you away for a week.”
  Shawn stiffened as he felt the cool press of Caresse’s touch, the curl of her neck around his middle, pushing his arms up and outwards. He found them sandwiched between two coils, one around his middle and another around his neck. Her thickness almost buried his head as he found himself lifted upwards from the branch and lowered onto the ground like a strange elevator.
  Due to the early hour, most of the people who were awake were across the street, or too busy heading to work to notice this. Shawn had gathered his wits somewhat, and realized that he was indeed naked. He was about to enquire about this, before he saw that Caresse had let him go. She was slithering back up into the tree with a wink, yet at the same time, the twin coils were still around his body.
  Shawn blinked as they began to reform, oozing down his legs, caressing and undulating back and forth as they went, flowing over his arms, and up along his chest. They formed a collar, and buttons, cuffs with pink cufflinks, pants that looked freshly ironed, and even a pair of pink dress shows and a bowtie.
  Shawn found himself standing in the park’s pathway wearing a bright pink suit, dressed to the nines by Caresse’s strange goo. It didn’t feel like fabric, not really. It was heavier than fabric, smoother too, but at a distance it looked fairly normal, besides the color.
  “I….what…”
  “Do not concern yourself…” Caresse’s voice said, the whole suit vibrated with the sound of it, and Shawn shuddered. She was all over him. He hadn’t thought about it that way before, but she was literally the only thing covering him. Now that he’d internalized the thought he realized he could feel pressure where normal fabric would press, motions where a regular suit wouldn’t move, and as this realization dawned, that his ‘Pants’ were squeezing rather tightly around his rear end.
“C-caresse!”
“What? Do you have any idea what the logistics of splitting myself into two separate parts is like? It is not as simple as pouring one cup of water into two. If I am to do it, I am going to enjoy its benefits.”
The squeeze to Shawn’s rump got a little bit tighter and he gave a squeak of surprise.
“Besides, count yourself fortunate. While ingesting any part of me can have addling effects, contact with me in any sort of way be altering to one’s mood, you’ll notice your legs are not quite a jelly as they were earlier.”
Shawn blinked. She was right, earlier he felt like he could sleep for a week, now he felt like he’d had a full night’s rest and perhaps a light cup of coffee. He stood there for a moment, contemplating this.
“Has anyone ever told you that you’re rather odd?”
The suit squeezed inwards on all sides, a full body hug that brought color to Shawn’s
cheeks as the crotch of his pants gave a slow ripple over his member and the collar of the suit caressed his neck in a way that felt unsettlingly like a tongue lathering across his throat.
  “I prefer...exotic…” she purred, and the vibrations of this sent him squirming where he stood.
  “C-caresse….d-don’t we have a task?...”
  The gentle touches kept up for a few more moments before they subsided with what seemed like a sigh, which gave Shawn the odd sensation of the suit seeming to almost inflate and push in on him a little more, before it thinned out once again. “Fine…Proceed…”
  Shawn nodded and walked towards the strip. During their exchange a few more people walked into the park as the day started properly. His pink suit drew a few glances from couples and a few single people cutting through the park on their way to work, but considering the time of year it didn’t draw nearly as much attention as he thought it might. He reached the entrance to the park without incident and crossed the street.
He saw the owner of the tailor shop he had purchased from earlier in the year opening her shop and waved. She waved back with a flash of her glasses and ducked inside. He considered going in, but figured since this was one of his increasingly rarer trips to the ground, it would make sense to go somewhere new. It was Valentine’s Day, and his...owners, for lack of a better word, wanted a treat. It seemed like it would be hard to lure a couple into the park, so he needed a place to find people who weren’t in couples, in-mass, on Valentine’s Eve.
It was at this point that he noticed the game shop at the very end of the strip, it’s sign shaped like a massive D20.
“Huh…” Shawn nodded to himself. “That’ll do…”
Shawn walked into the store, instead of the usual bell’s tinkling or an electronic ‘Ding!’ the sound that issued from above the doorframe was that of a Mario coin.
Several people walked about the inside, most of them wearing some variation on ‘Jeans and a T-shirt’ with little deviation from the theme. There were tables set up in the back where a couple of guys about Shawn’s age played a spirited card game, while others perused shelves of games, books and nerdy nicknacks.
Caresse’s living suit tensed all around him in an encompassing inwards contraction that made him stand up a little straighter. He heard, almost through the vibrations of the suit as she spoke, a rather hungry purr.
“Ooooh...the yearning for...amore, here is almost intolerable. I could wind most of these guys around the tip of my tail….or wind much more than the tip around most of these guys…”
“Down…” Shawn whispered to his shoulder, wondering if this perhaps made him look like a secret service agent…
Shawn looked down at his pink suit.
A secret service agent for Cupid…
“Well fine, if you’re not gonna let me have my way, then why don’t you have a go at being alluring, huh?”
Shawn paused. “I don’t know what to say to these guys!”
Though Shawn could not see Caresse’s...Face...assuming she had such a thing at the moment, he could visualize her rolling her eyes. “Here, let me give it a go.”
Shawn jumped as a bit of his suit oozed up the side of his neck like a cool lathering sort of tongue, before curling around his chin and up over his lip in….a bright pink goatee…
Shawn attempted to open his mouth, only to find it clamped shut by the strange living facial hair, that anyone who looked close would notice looked strangely rubbery and was connected to the suit he was wearing.
The living pink around his legs tensed, and Shawn found himself walking towards a fellow standing in the corner by himself looking at the video game display.
Shawn’s mouth opened and closed in a way he was slightly certain made him look like a Chuck E Cheese animatronic. Somehow Caresse perfectly mimicked his voice but it had more….charisma?...Flair?....The easiest way to put it would have been it had more ‘Caresse’ about it.
“Hello there!” He trilled despite himself.
The fellow who had been looking at the video games looked up. His eyes flashed with surprise for a moment upon seeing a man in a bright pink suit with a pink goatee grinning at him in a way that bordered on the knife’s edge of ‘Game Show host’ and ‘Manic Serial Killer’.
“Hi?...” The man ventured.
“Hi!” Not-Shawn continued. “I am the host of the TV program ‘A Meeting in the Park’, we are selecting random contestants to be a part of our newest show on this, the most romantic of yearly times!”
The man blinked. “W-what? You want me? On...TV? On a dating kinda show?”
“Exactly!” Caresse made Shawn beam at him. “You’re the spitting image of the modern man.” She raised Shawn’s hands up, and he found he was wearing a pair of pink gloves. The hands formed themselves into a little box with the man’s face inside. “You’re camera ready! Tell me what’s your name.”
“Uh...i-it’s Greg…” He replied.
“Well, Greg.” Caresse sidled Shawn up to Greg’s side and put his arm around his shoulder. Shawn now had a new appreciation for the plight of puppets. “I think that you are the perfect candidate!” The faux Shawn voice suddenly got louder and boomed over the store. “And I’m going to need one other contestant to see just how well “A Meeting in The Park” can go for some random Joe!”
“Woah…” Said a man in the crowd. “Are we on TV right now?”
“Of course you are!” Said Caresse, moving Shawn’s mouth. “Cameras are everywhere all the time, you cannot escape Big-Brother.” She smiled manically.
“What was that?...” Asked somebody else.
“Nothing!” Caresse continued, pushing Greg in the direction of the door. “Start walking towards the park, go to the trunk of the biggest tree and I’ll meet you there to begin filming.”
“Right now?! But I don’t have any...I don’t know, makeup!” He tugged at the bottom of his shirt. “Or new clothes!”
“Love is blind, Greg,” Caresse answered simply. “Now let’s see…” She lifted a finger and pointed it out into the crowd at large. “And love is a chance!” She clasped her hands...well...his hands, to his heart and struck a wistful pose. “Love is the fickle universe binding two disparate pieces together in a way that science cannot explain! The chances of two people meeting, of connecting, is so utterly minute that the complicities of its improbability are beautiful in their own right a-”
Though Shawn couldn’t talk he managed to grunt and stave off Caresse’s rant about the virtues of amore. She caught herself, and he almost blushed on her behalf as she giggled awkwardly. She was that good.
“O-oh I seem to be getting a hair carried away with myself in any case….” She pointed to a random person in the crowd. “You! You look plump without being fattening.”
There was a murmur of confusion from the crowd.
“By which I mean...er…” Caresse caught herself. “You look attractive!” She made Shawn laugh and he had the odd feeling of her laughter vibrating around him. Really, her controlling his body and puppeting it about was an odd feeling in general. Various squeezes around his body, tenses, ripples and undulations. If he had control of his faculties, he would have squirmed. “Follow me!”
With a turn on her….well, his heel, Shawn was marched back out onto the strip in his odd suit. Caresse’s charisma seemed to have been enough and Greg and her secondary choice followed her out of the store without question.
“What’s your name?” She asked the second fellow, who was a bit more rotund than Greg was, but not quite obese. He was wearing a blue t-shirt with a vague outline that might have been some kind of video game symbol of another.
“Cecil,” He replied. “Most people call me CJ…” He looked around. “So...where are the cameras if this is a TV show?”
Caresse beamed. “They’re in the sky! Drones! That’s it, isn’t the future wonderful? Reality TV has advanced, boys. Having cameras around carried by cameramen just gets in the way, it’s soooo intrusive!”
“I...suppose that makes sense?” Greg said, skeptical.
CJ nodded. “I heard about this! Do you work for CBS? They were saying they would start filming with drones by 2020, but I guess they moved up the time table?”
Caresse nodded, and Shawn could feel her pleasure at her ruse working out as a full body wave of pressure rose up from the bottoms of his feet to the tie around his neck, forcing him to gulp reflexively as his cheeks flushed.
“Are you blushing?...” asked Greg.
“Of course I am!” Caresse didn’t miss a beat. “It’s the season to do so! And it matches my outfit, now, enough questions.”
They came to the entrance to the park. It was strangely empty, Shawn noticed. He wondered why until he looked over and saw a flyer for a valentine's parade going on a few blocks down the road. He supposed that the kind of people who spent their days in the park, were aso the kinds of people who enjoyed parades, so that left most public spaces far away from the event fairly empty.
Besides the new pink building sitting right under the massive oak tree.
Shawn blinked. It was a one story building about the size of a large camper, maybe bigger, totally pink, and, since he knew what to look for, strangely smooth and rubbery looking around the edges. Caresse’s grip on his jaw loosened as she walked towards it and he managed to whisper.
“Caresse….I thought you said splitting yourself in two was hard enough. You can make a building?”
Caresse’s reply sounded a little out of breath. “It is….not an easy thing to do...while maintaining your clothing...but...I’m really enjoying this ruse...so...shush…”
To punctuate this she squeezed in around him rather firmly, an all encompassing pressure from every inch of him that was covered. He stiffened and his blush got a little worse.
Caresse led the pair into the small building, which was done up on the inside like a game-show studio with a chair in the middle for Shawn to sit in, shaped like a giant heart. It reminded Shawn of a game-show from the eighties, Blind Date, or something to that effect. There were four chairs, separated by three walls.
Shawn found himself sitting in the chair as she waved to Greg and CJ to sit down in the first of these two chairs.
“Oh! I get it, it’s like that one show...you know the one…” Said CJ.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about…” Greg replied.
“You know! The one from like the sixties with the..er…” He waved a hand. “You’ll get it when we start, but we’re supposed to pick our dates by answering questions without seeing them, right?”
“Basically!” Caresse reached into the pockets of the living suit and came out with two pink handkerchiefs, She concentrated for a moment and Shawn felt them separate from the rest of her. She tossed them to the pair. “Except you’ll also be blindfolded. Touch is an element of this game, and we wouldn’t want to spoil the surprise….”
“Alright...well that’s a little weird…” Greg commented.
CJ shrugged. “Ah well, better than my other valentine's plan of doing nothing. Let’s do this thing!”
They tied the blindfolds, and as Shawn watched, bits of them oozed up along their cheeks to their ears. “Two of my assistants are going to put these noise canceling headphones on you while we set things up, hmm?”
The pair nodded, and after a moment Caresse let out a deep breath and the walls of the building physically sagged inwards tiredly as the pressure of Shawn’s suit grew less intense. Even the chair he was sitting in grew softer, to the point where it might be hard to get out of it without help.
“You alright?” Shawn asked.
“Fine...just fine….just...one moment…”
A bit more light entered the room as two wide circles dilated open from the ceiling, Serena and Seria poked down through these, looking around in confusion.
“When we let you go down to get lunch…” Seria raised an eye ridge.” I was expecting a quick return and a tasty meal….not...whatever this is…”
“I have to say I am a bit confused as well…” Serena added.
“Oh pooh, it’s valentine's day you two! We have to do this right, special! Go all out!” Though Shawn couldn’t quite say Caresse had a face anywhere at the minute, he could tell that she was pouting. “Come on, you never let me have any fun…”
There was a moment of contemplation between the two snakes, before Serena shot Seria a look and the albino sighed and rolled her eyes. “Fine, we’ll play your ‘Game’...” She looked to Serena. “Though...if I am to understand the mechanics of this..the humans will pick who they want, hmmm?”
Caresse tensed around Shawn and he found himself nodding, the walls of the building unsagging as they agreed to humor her.
“Well then...if they both pick me...I get to eat both…”
Serena stiffed. “What?! As if they would! Though, if you are wanting to make a game out of it, fine, I don’t mind letting you go hungry for a day or two.” She smirked, but then paused. “Well...what are we allowed to do to these two anyway?”
Caresse’s living suit gave a ripple of pleasure that made Shawn yelp. The three were so used to his random sounds that none of them batted an eye at this.
“Well, I can tell Shawn here thinks I picked these two at random, but, I have a way of...telling...certain things, and let’s just say...these two have internet histories that would make even you girls blush...they might not complain to a bit of contact with scales, let’s put it that way…”
“So...we can touch them...but I find generally if I try that without some lead-up, people tend to get rather ‘Run-away-scream-y’.” Serena pointed out.
“Oh, well I have a solution for that…” Caresse said. “Now, shoo behind your borders you two, I’ve got everything handled…”
They did as obliged and slinked behind the borders, and the ear coverings around both men’s ears slid upwards so that they could hear once more.
“Alright, boys, so are you ready to begin, Coils of Love?!”
There was a moment of silence, before CJ spoke up. “I thought the name of this show was ‘A walk in the park?’”
“This is TV, one must be changeable and ready for anything!” Caresse rattled off without missing a beat.
“Alright then...uhh….well that’s still an odd name...doesn’t make me think as much about that show from the 70’s.”
“Oh this is much different than that drab old number!” Even though they couldn’t see Shawn in his Caresse puppeted suit, she made him wave his hands about as he said this, making a dismissive motion. “This is much more fun! The rules are somewhat similar, but we’ve looked at your histories and found you have certain….proclivities…”
Both men stiffened, and despite all the pink, Shawn could see them blushing. “W-what proclivities?” They said in unison.
Some ‘Paper’ cards formed out of Caresse’s pockets and she picked them up, pretending to read them. “Let’s see...five hundred visits to ‘KaaRoleplayX’, two different furaffinity accounts and….oooohhhh….” She put a hand to Shawn’s lips and looked embarrassed, fanning herself with the cards. “Someone likes snakes, right boys?”
“W-what?! You can’t do that!!” CJ yelled. Greg for his part was a squirming mess in his seat, looking as though he were about to bolt.
“This is all public record, you’d be surprised how easy it is to leave one’s chrome account logged in on a library computer. After that, anyone using said computer is simply using a public resource.”
“I-I..wha...you can’t!!” CJ stuttered.
“Don’t worry, don’t worry!” Caresse assured them. “I’m not going to reveal that little tidbit live on TV, I’d never do a thing like that…”
Greg stopped fidgeting and stared. “Well...why tell us that then…”
The goatee that let Caresse control Shawn’s mouth curled his lips up into an almost Cheshire Cat-esque smile. Shawn had been on the receiving end of such grins before, but being the source of one was quite an odd change of pace. “Because, this is the method in which the game is played. We have a brand new system for simulating the touch of a snake. It’s said that love is a coil that binds, so the visual metaphor will be something the audience just eats up, the producers think.”
“S-simulate?” CJ said, quieted by this new information.
“Indeed, each woman will be in control of one of these simulacra.” Caresse continued. “As you ask and answer questions, the woman you’re in conversation with will use it to tease you. You can pick which one you want to go on a further date with based on how well they use this simulacra, alright? Both of you can even choose the same one if you don’t mind a double date.” She looked between the two. “Sound good, boys?”
There was silence for a beat, before the pair nodded. “Alright...well...sounds interesting at least…” said Greg.
“Though….you’re sure you won’t release the information about our...er….internet histories?”
She shook her head and put a hand over Shawn’s heart. “Cross my heart, now...shall we?”
“Alright…” Both men said with a nod.
“Grand! Then let’s start,” she started, taking on a gameshow host kind of tone. “Coils ooooffffff love!”
A theme song started playing, though since Shawn was privy to what this studio actually was, he could realize it was simply an accapella of Caresse voices layed ontop of one another, humming really, really loudly.
“Alright, so let’s let our contestants meet! Greg….CJ, here are your choices!” There was a drumroll, that sounded like Caresse patting against her side over and over again.
“We have Seria!” She paused, and waited. “Who is supposed to introduce herself!”
“Oh…” Shawn could see the serpent’s mildly amused face. “Yes, I am Seria, a human woman with a remote control.”
Caresse’s smile faltered slightly, and Shawn got the feeling somewhere she was rolling her eyes. “Seria is a headstrong lass with a penchant for taking control! She likes long walks on the beach, close snuggles, and has an enormous collection of my little pony figurines.”
Only the tensing of the suit around Shawn’s body kept him from bursting into laughter as Seria looked to Serena in question of what that meant. The colorful snake, who seemed to know what that was, managed to keep a straight face.
“And we have Serena, a kind heart who loves to cook, but can perhaps be a bit clingy.”
Serena huffed at this and shot the ‘Host’ a glare.
“She likes to cook, watch movies and is quite into the occult, including hypnosis.”
“Oooh… “ Greg murmured under his breath.
“So! We’ll start with CJ, going in alphabetical order... who would you like to talk to?”
“Well….” CJ put a finger to his chin. “I do like women who take charge….so I’ll talk to the first one, Seria?”
“Grand!” She smirked, or rather made Shawn smirk. Shawn wondered why she was keeping up the ruse even though the pair were blindfolded, but he figured the malleable snake was just having fun with it. “So you get three questions, keep them short, punchy and kinda saucy~”
“Hmmm...alright then...I think I remember how this kinda thing goes….so….Seria?”
“Yes?...” Seria purred, there was a slightly needy tone to her voice.
CJ seemed to be the more confident of the pair, his smile grew a hair devious. “I’m curious as to see what that remote of your’s can do….so why don’t you show me what you’d do if we were alone on a Friday night?”
“Oooh...well then… If we were alone…” The massive albino slithered over slowly, and Shawn’s eyes widened as she poised above CJ’s chair and her mouth opened wide, jaws unhinging, glistening maw ready to swallow him whole.
Caresse cleared her throat.
Seria paused, then closed her maw and grumbled, before putting back on the facade. “Oooh well….” Her tail flowed from the rafters at the top of the ‘Building’ provided by Caresse, Shawn felt his suit shudder at the way they flowed around the beams made out of her gooey body.
The end of the massive serpent oozed down onto CJ’s shoulder, his breath caught as that scaley weight hefted itself weightily around the other side and began to tickle and flow against the front of his tender throat in long, loving, slightly threatening strokes.
“If you like a woman who would take charge, then you could hardly make a better choice…” Her tail curled around further, her sheer size forcing it to settle into every divot of CJ’s shoulders and neck as it wound its way around in a complete loop, forcing his chin up as CJ reflexively reached up to press his hand against the enormous band of scale as it curled all the way around to stroke at his cheek. “If we were alone on a Friday, I’d leave you absolutely…” Her coil tightened, and CJ’s legs straightened out. Shawn could make out his toes curling inside his shoes.
“O-oh go-” He was interrupted as the muscles in the loop around his neck visibly flexed outwards, tightening against him further, he made a choking noise.
“What? What’s happening?” Greg asked, looking a bit worried.
Seria loosened her hold to the point the man could talk. “T-this feels so real….my god...I’ve had snakes on my shoulder before but...how big is this….machine? Is it a machine?” He poked at it with a palm, giving it a stroke that made the scales visibly ripple under his fingers. “It feels...alive...but geez, I don’t think I’ve ever felt the end of a snake this big…” He chuckled nervously. “Wow…” He seemed to realize the rest of the show was still going on. “I-I mean...oh goodness….that sounds like an amazing evening, Seria…”
:”I’m sssssure it would be…”
CJ’s cheeks colored. “Ooh…” He laughed. “You’ve got a good faux hiss going on too…”
“Yes...that’s right...faux….yep.” Seria nodded and her coil around CJ’s neck began to squeeze his cheeks upwards as the end threatened to curl over his mouth.
“Now, to you, Greg…” Caresse paused. “Seria, please use your….remote...to let CJ go for the time being while it’s Greg’s turn…”
Caresse made Shawn glare at the albino, before she relented, loosening her grip and letting her tail drag itself off of CJ’s shoulders, stroking his cheek as it left. The man caught his breath as the ‘Host’ Shawn found himself as turned his gaze to the other person in their midsts.
“Alright, who would you like?”
Greg fidgeted a bit. “Well, I mean, since CJ went with Seria, I guess I’ll ask Serena…”
“Oooh well I am honored, dear…” Serena trilled. “What would you like to ask of me?”
“Well…” Greg fidgeted with his hands a little bit. “I hear you like hypnosis...what would you do to try that...on me?”
“Well….I’m behind this wall...so I’ll have to use my remote, but my hypnosis methods involve a lot of….touch...is that fine?”
“M-more than fine…” Greg nodded, giving a nervous swallow.
“Well...alright then….” Caresse tensed again as Serena moved her bulk across her surface towards Greg, spooling her tail down onto his shoulder as Seria had. Instead of winding around his neck, however, instead, it played with the lip of his t-shirt’s neck as she spoke. “Well now...I’d probably hold you close, incredibly close....I’m not shy, Greg...not shy at all...you seem like you are, but I could certainly fix that…” The end of Serena’s tail began to pour inside Greg’s shirt. Shawn watched its outline ripple and push up at the fabric as it slithered deeper. The fabric began to strain around his neck as it struggled to contain the girth working its way inside, curling under his arms and undulating across his tender stomach. Greg gasped, his hands clenching on the armrests of the chair so hard that Shawn heard Caresse mumble ‘Ow’...
“And as you were charmed by my touch, flowing over your sssenses….calling your mind to obey my every whim….I would make you adore me...though I don’t think I’d have to work very hard~” A hissing giggle followed as she completed a full loop around Greg’s stomach under his shirt. Shawn had a feeling Greg was going to need a new shirt as that neck hole was stretched beyond measure.
He could see the tip of her tail swirling lightly around where his belly button would be. Greg squirmed from the invasive touch. “Goodness...you weren’t kidding, how does it move so smoothly?...” He bit his lip as it began tracing a bit lower.
“I’m very...dexterous...any device can be played well if you know the right…” Shawn’s eyes widened as a colorful tail tip slithered out from the bottom of Greg’s shirt and began to play with the buckle of the man’s belt. “Buttons to push.”
“N-now now!” Caresse made him say. “This is a family program…”
“It is?” Asked Seria, who was watching from the sidelines. “Why’s that? That’s no fun.”
Caresse blinked, then frowned. “That’s a good point...I suppose this is a pilot, and we can be a...little more risque...perhaps...but not until the man’s made his choice! I think letting you get that intimate would scramble his brains too much to be coherent.”
“C-can’t say I mind though…” Greg managed, his breathing quite a bit more audible.
“I know you don’t….” The end of her tail left his belt buckle and began to cup the obvious bulge under his jeans, slowly swaying back and forth over it, dragging, lathering itself over his clothed excitement.
Caresse cleared her throat even louder.
Serena relented and stopped, reeling her tail back slowly over Greg’s tender, warm skin, the cool shifting, muscular scale gently caressing across his body. It slowly worked its way out of the neck hole, which Shawn rightly thought now hung open far too wide from compensating for the enormous serpent’s bulk. Serena’s tail cupped Greg’s chin and combed up along its underside, Greg leaned up into the touch to the point where he almost fell out of his chair.
“Anyway…” Caresse’s prompting broke the spell and Greg realized just how badly he’d been affected by Serena’s touch. He managed to fidget his way back into his chair and attempt to look respectable, but with the way his shirt hang open too wide at the neck and how he fidgeted with his hands and closed his legs together self-consciously, it was a rather wasted effort.
“Geez...what did she do?” CJ queried, a hand reaching up to his blindfold curiously, as though he were going to peek.
“Now now, none of that, no looking until the game is completed, those are the rules. Unless you would like to be kicked off in favor of someone else, himm?”
“Nono! No need for that….” CJ’s hand drifted down again and sat on the armrest. “Do I get to ask another question now?”
“Yes, go right ahead.”
“Well….” CJ put a hand to his chin, rubbing thoughtfully. “What kinds of things do you like to do with your partners, Seria? Do you like movies?”
There was a hiss of breath, the audible equivalent to a shrug. It was, however, the kind of shrug one might do in a dress with a very deep V on the back, while looking lecherously over one’s shoulder. “I’m not one for media very much...I am...old fashioned...I like the classsssics, really. But then...the thought of a movie theater is something that I can get behind...sat close together, perhaps at a film no one is patronizing, just you and I in the theater…”
Shawn noticed the end of Seria’s tail curling over the edge of CJ’s thigh. He blushed as it poured its way across his lap at a steady flow of scaled muscle, letting its weight drag and drip into the crevice between his legs and push intimately close against his crotch. CJ bolted upright in his seat with a yelp that didn’t sound altogether simply surprise.
“A-ahh…” He seemed to be attempting to formulate words, but couldn’t quite find the syllables in his brain.
“In such a place it’s easy to have a bit of...intimacy...all that open space all around us, I could do anything to you...I tend to be...affectionate, for lack of a better term. You could say I…” Her tail wound around his back, pushing him away from the chair a little bit as it completed a loop around his lower waist, dragging thicker portions of herself heavily into his lap where they undulated and flexed to move forwards. “Like to hug...among other things. In the dark, among the seats, it would be easy to wrap my….” She paused, and Shawn saw the coil, now completing its third loop, growing easier to do so as they reached a thickness far above that of a human thigh, tighten enough to force a grunt from the man. “...’Arms’...around you, and not let go till the film has passed...and perhaps not even afterwards…”
“I-I….” CJ gulped as the end of her tail tickled just lightly against his sides through his shirt. “I see...u-uh...though if we were to see a movie...w-what kinda thing would you want to see?”
“Hmmmm….” This last coil of her’s, most of his torso consumed in a scaley, intimate touch, paused, combing over his shoulder, just at the base of his neck occasionally dripping down into the hollow of his throat, pressing down just firmly enough to make him notice his breathing. “Well, I hear they remade the Jungle Book…”
CJ made a sound somewhere between a gasp and choke at this answer, mixed with the squeeze that followed.
“G-good answer…” He squeaked.
“I thought so…” Seria purred. “And I think you’d certainly like to see that film with a woman who can...appreciate certain scenes in it. Even if they’re not as long as you wish they were...we could fix that...with a little imagination.”
CJ shuddered visibly under her touch. “Oh god...You’re making my choice seem clearer by the minute….”
Serena gave a huff at this. She turned her gaze to Caresse and, with a huffy ripple of her scales, spoke up. “Don’t you think we should switch? Have the boys ask the opposite sna-...” She caught herself. “I mean...girl...a question or two? Hmmm? Can’t make an educated choice without having explored all the options…”
“A fair point!” Caresse conceded. “Alright, time to switch!” She looked to Seria. “Press the ‘Reset’ button on your ‘Remote’, Seria.”
Seria looked supremely annoyed, but nodded. “Alright...though I think he knows which one to pick….I just have to convince the other human…”
“Human?...” Greg asked aloud.
“Oh, she gets so in character…” Caresse laughed. “Anyway, come, come, let him go.”
Seria’s coils retracted, slithering back up into the rafters of the odd pink structure.
“Alright then, since Seria just went, we’ll stay on you CJ, and you can ask Serena a question, then we’ll switch back to Greg, who can ask Seria one. So, do you need a moment to catch your breath?” Caresse couldn’t keep the teasing tone from her voice as she asked the question.
“N-no, I’m fine...I’m fine….Though I gotta say that’ll be pretty hard to beat…” He admitted.
“Well...I have my ways…” Serena said smoothly. “Go on, dear...what do you want to know?”
“Well...um...I’m honestly a bit curious...all this seems rather amazing...and if they got info on us before they started….they probably got a bit of info on you, too...so...ya know, I have to ask...do you…” He made a vague gesture at the air in front of him. “Ya know...like snakes?”
“Ooooh….” Serena cooed curiously. “Now, I can't imagine what would give you that idea.” She chuckled. “Though on a more sssserious note.” Serena’s tail slithered down from the roof. It didn’t touch CJ as of yet, simply waved about in the air, so graceful that the air it produced from its motions was not overly noticeable. It was a hardly audible ‘Swish’ in the air around him, the suggestion of weight and motion to the blindfolded man. “I have to say I am a fan...there’s a certain...power to serpents, don’t you think, CJ?”
The man squirmed in his seat as the hint of how close her tail was swayed softly by his ear. Serena’s tail paused an inch from his nose and softly undulated, back and forth, like a hypnotist’s watch. Even though he couldn’t see even Shawn could feel the ambient weight of the thing.
“W-well yes I-”
“Shhh….no need to answer further than yes...in fact, you can answer all my responses with ‘Yes’ or No’...Does that sound…” Her tail paused its motions. CJ gasped as it slid up the front of his throat to cup his chin, forcing him to look upwards. Little did he know he was looking at Serena’s true face now, beyond that blindfold. “Acceptable?” She purred, the S syllable going on for altogether too long.
“M-mmhmmm…” CJ managed.
“Well, I’m glad we agree there….though…” Her tail wound around the side of his neck to rest on his opposite shoulder, poking just lightly into the neck hole of his shirt and slowly stroking, a casual touch, like a flirty lover’s finger. “It’s not just strength of course, it’s also the grace the movement, the...sssssinuoussss nature, hmm?”
“Y-yes…”
Serena’s tail pulled back from the neck of his shirt and flowed over the front of it, pouring down along his torso like warm honey. “Moving like ink in water, a living liquid, but at the same time oh so very solid indeed…” She smiled. Her tail reached his crotch and kept on coming, simply piling itself there, haphazard coils and collections of it spooling down into his lap, weighing him down. It just kept coming as she spoke, foot after foot somehow finding room atop his thighs, coils curling in on themselves to fit within that space. “So dexterous as to wonder if the mind that controls such a body can read your thoughts...know just what your deepest darkest desires are...and just where to…” Shawn saw CJ’s feet lift off the ground slightly, shoes bulging as his toes curled and his hands gripped the seat the pile of serpentine flesh in his lap flexed visibly, teasing against his senses. “Press...Do you agree?”
“Nngn…”
“I’ll take that as a yes…” Serena chuckled. “But the short answer to your question is...I do indeed like snakes...I think they are perhaps the most sensual animals known to the world…”
Her tail reversed its course, dragging the full thick length that had poured itself down his front back up along his chest and neck before it disconnected.
“Though I believe you have gotten enough attention, my dear. I believe it is time our dear, Greg, asked Seria a question.”
Caresse cleared her throat. “Quite right, quite right.” She nodded Shawn’s head. “Go ahead, Greg.”
Greg was blushing from the statements Serena had made all on their own, he took a moment to realize words were being said. “O-oh right!” He cleared his own throat and tried to think. “Well...from what I hear….Seria, you’re a bit rougher than Serena…” He fidgeted a bit with a nervous smile. “Why’s that? What do you like about being a little more...dominant?”
“Oooh...well now that’s an interesting question…” Seria’s eyes gleamed from the rafters, eyeing Greg, before she turned to look at Caresse. “Oh, host?”
“Yes, Contestant?” Caresse chirped.
“How….physical am I allowed to get with this potential mate?”
Caresse frowned. “You mean date?”
“Yes, yes that, anyway how physical?”
Caresse gave a shrug. “As far as the ‘Simulacrum’ will allow you to be within reason. Just don’t break him~” She teased, and Greg’s cheeks colored. “I know how you are with a ‘Remote’ in your ‘Hands’.
“Right...well then…” Her tail snaked down from the ceiling, but instead of interacting with his upper body, it went down further before touching him and lightly bound his ankles together.
“Oooh…” He commented under his breath.
“I think that there is a certain...Appeal to dominance, Greg. Many can show affection, but very few can show true, complete dominance. I think that is perhaps why we share a love of snakes...:”
“W-whoah! Hey wait!” Seria’s tail cinched around his ankles and lifted upwards. He was lifted bodily from his chair and hung upside down, blindfolded, above the studio, Seria’s tail arcing into a massive C shape to hold him above a length of her own body. “H-how strong is this thing!?”
“You’d be surprised…” Seria continued. “In anycase, on the note of serpents...it would hardly be possible to be more dominant over another than to physically wrap yourselves around them. Bondage upon a submissive lesser by means of your own body winding about theirs…” She spun Greg, wrapping him up in reverse, the tip of her tail at his feet, and every successive coil a thick length of her body traveling downwards over his legs as he turned.
“Pressing your muscles against theirs, flesh to flesh and knowing that you are so infinitely much stronger that they might never leave your embrace unless you so allowed it. They say love is a prison of sorts…” Seria chuckled as, in three of her thinnest loops, a band of scale thicker than the man’s waist wound over his groin and pressed. “Why not make that literal? A prison of love, wound about the object of your affections. I like to exercise control over that which I love…” Her coils tensed as another, yet thicker loop oozed down over Greg’s suspended tummy, burying him up to his armpits in serpent, his arms dangling uselessly. “I hold it jealously, and am not quick to let go…”
An enormous coil from Seria’s thicker trunk-coils forced Greg’s chin up, and yet another bound his arms above his head as he spun, again and again until even his fingertips were buried. They still clenched impudently at the open air, his nose and his eyes, still covered by that blindfold, peeked out between two massive turns of albino python. This small view of him was almost bright red. His arms bound up the way they were, the sides of his body had no protection from the press of girthy scales against his stomach. If he were trying to say anything, Shawn couldn’t hear it past the winding coils twining across his mouth.
“I am dominant, because I can be, dear Greg.” The human let out a wheezing sound through his nose as muscles bulged from under soft scale in a tight breath-stealing squeeze. “There should be no other need for explanation. Though if you choose me, I will be happy to give you an abject lesson…”
“Hhggnn…” Was all Greg could manage at a low wheeze. If he was attempting to wriggle at all, the motion couldn’t be seen in the slightest from Shawn’s vantage point. He was utterly compressed inside her coils.
“But we’ll wait and see if you should choose my tutelage…” She gave a low hiss that vibrated through the air. “In the meantime…” Her coils loosened, then slowly unraveled, spinning like a slow top until there was only Greg, hanging upside down by his feet. She carefully lowered him back into his chair and let him go, letting him flop back into sitting position like an overly enamored ragdoll, blushing and looking rather doofy.
“Suitable answer?”
Greg made some kind of noise.
“I thought so…”
“Well now!” Caresse grinned widely, or rather did so with Shawn’s mouth. “Quite some lovely ladies! So….I believe since we have gotten the big, burning questions out of the way, it’s time to decide. So….which one? Reminder, you can both pick the same girl if you like…”
Both men needed a moment to catch their breath. There was almost too much to process…
“Take your time…” Caresse said gently.
“Or not…” Seria interjected. “I’m hungry….” She paused and then added. “For affection.”
“Shhhhsss,” Serena chided. “Let the boys decide who they’d like to spend Valentine’s day with. It’s an important choice, and they are going to need to think it over if they are to make the obviously correct choice.”
The pair of them hemmed and hawed for a moment, obviously cowed by the choice, both ‘Ladies’ had made quite the argument indeed. Several moments passed in silence as Caresse literally kept Shawn on the edge of his seat, which he had to admit was rather uncomfortable. Still, she was ever one for theatrics.
CJ spoke up first. “Well...I have to say, while Seria was pretty...enthralling, I’m not sure what went on during that last question Greg asked, but it was kiiinda scary, and Serena seems really sweet soooo...I think I’m gonna pick her…
Seria gave an offended huff, while Serena’s coils shuddered with pleasure and she gave a low hiss of approval. “You’ve chosssen well, CJ…” Seria purred.
“And you, Greg? You can in fact choose the same girl if it so suits you…”
“I-I know…” Greg nodded, still blushing so pink he almost matched his blindfold. “But...I have to say, I really wanna meet the girl who can work a remote like Seria just did...I...I kinda have to go with her.”
“Hmmm...A tie then…” Seria murmured with a hair of disappointment on the edge of her voice. “Ah well, I suppose it is the spirit of this…’Hang hearts of one’s enemies outside one’s domicile’ holiday.”
“I’m...not sure that is the purpose of Valentine’s, Seria…” Said Serena, though her confusion was replaced with a slow smile. “Though I am inclined to agree...We should share, and be…” She slithered up to the albino python and rubbed against the underside of her chin. “Romantic...Perhaps sharing a nice loving dinner…” This last word had an unmistakable deviousness to it.
“Um...yeah...so, can we take off the blindfolds now?” asked CJ, moving about in his seat with excitement.
Caresse smirked. “Oh, most certainly. Let’s have our lovely ladies step out from behind their curtains…”
Taking this cue, Serena and Seria slithered in front of their ‘Prizes’ in this odd game show. They smirked to one another, and Serena let out a hissing chuckle, her forked tongue brushing CJ’s nose, which made the human stiffen at this new, slightly wet, warm touch, brief though it was.
“Allow me…” Caresse purred. The blindfolds became liquid, slithering down the men’s shoulders. It snaked under their shirts, and Shawn saw it oozing about under their clothes. The men were so distracted by the sensation they didn’t notice what was around them immediately. They instead jerked and gasped as pink ooze slithered into their pants and….took the long way to the ground. They gripped the seats staring at their laps, blushing bright pink as their ‘Blindfolds’ fondled them for a moment before slipping out their pant legs and vanishing into the ‘Floor’.
“What th-”
It was then that both men looked up, to see the predatory visage of two massive snakes in front of them, serpentine heads wider than their shoulders, grinning lecherously as they looked deeply into the eyes of their chosen ‘Dates’.
“Bwah!” Greg backed away, or at least attempted too, scuttling back into his chair like a surprised hermit crab, curling up and grabbing his knees in shock. “Y-you’re a, Y-you’re a-”
“Snake?” Seria finished for him, her tongue flickering out to taste him. “Of course...did you think any mere man made machine could do the thing I did to you? How foolissssh.” Her smile grew a little bit.
CJ, on the other hand, was less disturbed.
“Woah…” Serena smiled beneficently as the human reached out and touched the sides of her face, cupping her massive jaw in his hands. She playfully let just a little bit of her weight fall into his palms, and he strained for a moment with the effort of holding her head up. “Is this the simulacrum? I didn’t know you guys had built the whole snake...it’s so lifelike…”
“Indeed it is…” Serena purred gently.
“Woah! That lip sync's on point...how does this work…” He managed to lift her head a little higher, though Shawn could tell she was helping him, enjoying his gentle probing touches along her scales. “Is there some kind of...gearbox?...Jointed plastic? 3D printing?”
His hand wandered to her mouth, and, apparently ready to end the ruse, she opened it and gently took his hand into her maw up to the elbow, letting her forked tongue snake outwards and wind around his forearm. It slipped into his sleeve and poked out the neck hole of his shirt, where it undulated softly against the side of his neck before she slowly retracted it, leaving a trail of glistening saliva along his blushing skin.
Her tongue retreated all the way into her mouth, and she suckled his hand for a moment, letting it press and push against the soft, plush contours of her wet, hot mouth. She smiled, her eyes never leaving his as she tasted him, before she finally pulled back just lightly, her hand slipping from her maw with a wet sound. CJ had gone totally still, a strand of saliva hanging between the snake and the man for a long moment before breaking. It seemed to prompt him to speak.
“O-oh…”
“Oh indeed…” Serena replied with a low chuckle. “Organic…”
“N-not a machine…” CJ gulped.
  “Not a machine…” Serena nodded slowly. As she spoke her tail came around the side and curled heavily into CJ’s lap pinning him there as she smirked at him. “Doesn’t stop you from being really cute however…”
  Greg was getting over his shock, and in a sudden bit of lucidity tried to get out of his chair to make a quick exit. Seria curled in a quick, wide loop around the perimeter of where he was sitting. He ran full tilt into a thick length of her trunk and winded himself as she closed it around him, holding him aloft just below her jaw as she curled around to rest her massive head atop his own, giving a low hiss of pleasure. “Indeed....jusssst because there is a difference in species does not mean we cannot get to know each other rather…intimately…”
  “Indeed…” Serena’s tail curled around the back of the chair before coming around again to create a thick coil, pinning the shocked CJ’s arms to his sides. “I think perhaps a dinner date is in order...that was the promise was it not? Of this...whole affair?” She chuckled lightly.
  “Oh yes… I agree…” Seria’s coil tightened around Greg and he gave a groan at the sudden strength pressing in on him from all sides. “Though...I don’t think it was ever said that you’d be participants in the dinner...No, sadly I only have one who is the eye of my affectionssss…”
  “Awww…. “Serena’s scales rippled slowly with pleasure. “How sweet…”
  “I’m getting into the swing of this holiday…” Seria commented with a playful smirk. “In anycase…” She spun Greg around a few times, ferrying him further down her body, giving herself more slack with her neck to move around and examine him, pressing in close, tongue flickering the man’s nose. His expression settled somewhere between aroused, and incredibly frightened.
  “You don’t mean...y-you’re going to...eat me?”
  “What?” Seria pulled a mock look of offence. “Of course not, you picked me...that would be terrible…”
  Greg looked noticeably relieved.
  “It’s valentine's day, I’m going to feed you to my ‘Date’ for the evening…”
Greg appeared to want to reply to this, but the muscles under those scales flexed again, and he found himself rendered breathless. “Calm yourself, Gregory…” Seria said gently. “You are going to be the ultimate...literal valentine's...finally a tradition I can get behind…” Seria leaned in close to Greg, and to his surprise, though she’d said she wasn’t going to eat him, opened her maw in a slow wash of humid, warm air, glistening maw flesh expanding before him as her tongue slithered out to taste his cheeks. She pressed forwards, and gently closed her maw over his head and shoulders. He thrashed as much as he could to no avail, trying to find some way out of his predicament but finding none. The albino’s jaws unhinged a bit wider as her coils loosened and she worked him a little deeper into her mouth, her tongue having found its way under his shirt in the process, Shawn saw it as she let him go completely with her coils, sticking out the bottom of his shirt and flicking about in the air.
Seria lifted her head, Greg’s thrashing legs dangling from her maw, towards her better half, Serena, CJ secured with a hefty pile of coils wound around him and the chair below, she turned to see her offering this morsel.
“Awwww! For me? You shouldn’t have…”
Seria gave a low coo of response that sent Greg’s legs squirming even more urgently, particularly as Shawn caught a glimpse of Seria’s tongue, outlined against Greg’s shirt, sneaking into his pants. The belt strained as that enormous serpentine oral organ crept past it. Serena took this gift from her lover to celebrate the holiday with a predatory smile, slithering forwards and playfully using her mouth and tongue to pop the man’s shoes off as though she were unwrapping a proffered chocolate.
His socks remained, a slow coil of Serena’s tongue coupled with gentle tugs and those slid free, leaving his toes wiggling in the open air. The shared morsel squirmed at the ticklish, intimate sensation of a thick, forked tongue curling about his toes and wandering along his soles. Serena gently mouthed the bottom of his pant legs, creating a suckling suction with her mouth before pulling backwards. His belt already loosened by Seria’s tongue, it was easy to pull his pants off and away.
Shawn blushed below as he saw Seria’s tongue spilling out from the sides of Greg’s underwear, the man’s toes clenching and curling as that garment writhed with wet, sticky life, curling and swirling around the prize within.
Serena came in in earnest then. She wrapped her tongue around his ankles, tying those squirming things together in a thick loop of slippery flesh, ferrying them gently into the warm humid embrace of her maw.
His bare stomach, his thighs, and his underwear still alive with tasting, twisting serpentine tongue lay between them like that of spaghetti from an animated feature.
The base of Seria’s jaw bulged slightly as Serena gave a sudden push, the more colorful serpent’s eyes closing with pleasure as she got a little more into the act at hand. Seria gave a murmur of approval at this show of gluttonous interest, and pushed back as well, the squirming lump along her lower jaw being shifted back towards her ‘Date’ for the evening as they enjoyed their shared treat. More and more of Greg vanished with audible slurps as the two snakes did a bit of a tug of war with him in the middle, until there was nothing of him to be seen besides squirming fingers squished between two sets of serpentine lips.
His fingers attempted to move, but each time the plush flesh of those lips forced them back into place, his body utterly at the whims of the two serpentine lovers around his body.
CJ looked up from below, wound up in Serena’s body, tied to his chair, an afterthought to the strangely sensual scene above him. He squirmed as Serena’s coils gave a slow squeeze of pressure, oozing upwards like molasses around his body as she enjoyed her snack. Colorful patterns on shining scales spun slowly to take out her pleasure on him as the end of her tail coiled more firmly about its neck, its end caressing his chin possessively.
Seria began to transfer him from her mouth to his, they set up a rhythm undulating their lips, loosening then tightening in waves to send Greg’s legs, now thoroughly soaked through, down into Serena’s throat. With slow, audible progress, those lips undulated along his whole body, sparing no inch their gentle touch.
“Mmmm…” Serena turned her head slightly, and as Seria did the same, any bits of Greg that Shawn could see was covered, their lips meeting totally in a kiss.
They pulled apart, Seria’s lips oozing over Greg’s shoulders. They closed around his neck, and she waited there for a moment, her cheeks moving as her tongue played with Greg’s head. She suckled harder, and almost pulled him in up to his shoulders again, serpentine lips tightening and loosening in waves as she enjoyed the last of his taste, before Serena smirked and pulled back.
Greg’s head popped from between Seria’s lips, his hair an awful mess, slicked up with strands of saliva, his skin shining from his time within Seria’s throat. He attempted to say something, but from the way Serena’s jaw was working, Shawn could tell her tongue wasn’t inactive inside her mouth. All the man could do was moan as she slurped him up like a noodle, those pristine white lips closing around his neck, sealing him in up to his head. Those plush surfaces pushed and mashed against his cheeks from every side. He was consumed utterly, nothing but a face poking out from the confines of her body as she mumbled her pleasure around his body. Serena occasionally made kissing motions, her lips pushing forwards to frame his vision, threatening to close over his face entirely and seal him from the world. She held him like that, suspended in her hot humid maw, subject to the whims of her tongue. His face shined with the saliva of her lover, gasping and moaning until finally she could take it no more.
With an audible swallow, her throat grabbed him, and pulled him beyond sight, lips enfolding over his head and vanishing him besides squirming as his weight settled along the back of her jaw at the base of her neck. Another audible swallow, and that bulge shifted from her mouth to her throat proper, a wriggling lump, squeezed on all sides by the undulations of her body, sinking slowly ever deeper inside.
“Ahhhh...how romantic…” Serena said, licking her lips.
“Indeed…” Seria smirked, slithering over to nuzzle at the squirming bulge sliding down her love’s neck, surely making things tighter for its occupant. She wound herself around Serena’s neck like she was climbing a massive tree, before settling atop the colorful snake’s head. “Now, the question is… are you going to return the favor?”
Both their gazes turned to CJ, bound up in the chair made from Caresse’s body. Serena tightened as he came into her notice. “Oh yes...I think I have an idea...why don’t you help me...wrap, this gift to you, and then we’ll go from there?” She purred.
“Well, aren’t you feeling fancy…I suppose I could acquiesce…”
Serena let her coils relax until they practically dripped off of CJ’s body. The man was so breathless from his time in her coils that by the time he’d built up enough strength to struggle it was too late. Serena brought her head in close, her neck pouring around CJ’s legs. Seria came in from their other side, layering her own albino coils over Serena’s. CJ stiffened and in a clumsy panic tried to push those coils away from his body. His hands simply sank slightly into girthy scales before another massive turn of them.
CJ was utterly overwhelmed in serpentine flesh, the two using their thickest coils to bind him up in shifting loops of pale patterns and yellow circles, binding him together. Caresse politely let her chair lose its form and drip away from CJ’s scaley prison as the two snakes came on either side of the trapped man, eyeing him hungrily. The way their necks were arced, they almost looked like a massive scales heart, predatory gazes making the twin arches of the romantic shape, with CJ’s struggling form as the point at the bottom.
CJ wasn’t sure where to look, his cheeks deeply red as he turned from one snake to the other as their warm breath washed over him from either side.
“W-wait a minute, can we talk abou-Hurk!” His words halted as they squeezed in tandem. Two sets of coils moving at different speeds around his body, cinching tight and caressing overtop of one another as they moved to steal his breath away.
“Nono...Valentines is not the time for talking...I think it’s more of a…” Serena mused. “Body language kind of holiday…” She smirked, and pressed the end of her snout against CJ’s left cheek. “Body language…”
“Sssssomething to which sssserpents are quite adept…” Seria came up on CJ’s right, her massive predatory visage pushing against his right cheek.
“Sssso…” Serena continued. “Be silent and let us celebrate as only predators can, yes? Starting with perhaps a little tassssste.”
Serena’s tongue spooled out on the slow hiss of that word. A forked tongue, thick around as CJ’s wrist, lathered against his cheek before curling under his chin. Seria’s tongue followed suit, and together they repeated what they had done to his body on a smaller, wetter scale. Seria’s tongue was a slightly darker pink than Serena’s, they swirled wetly around his tender throat, lathering and layering themselves over his skin. He gave a choked moan as his chin was forced upwards by the thick layer of serpentine tongue, Serena’s being the topmost layer of this strange ‘Bow’ above their wrapping of his body, the forked end taking the time to lovingly lather over his cheek, leaving strands of saliva in its wake. His chin was forced higher as his neck was wetly squeezed in this embrace, the twin snakes wringing the flavor from his skin as they tasted him.
Despite the oddness of the scene before him, Shawn couldn’t help but be reminded of two lovers sharing a milkshake on valentine’s, bent over their delicious dessert, enjoying the taste together.
The two serpents enjoyed CJ’s flavor, warm wet touches flowing over his neck, tongues coiling tight enough to give the ends enough slack to comb over his face, through his hair, along his ears, leaving no inch of him unbound in either smooth, soft scale, or slick warm tongue. Eventually however, it was time to end the tasting, and time to eat in earnest. Serena’s struggling bulge had advanced quite a ways down into her trunk. Seria’s own endless stomach gave a low groan. It was done teasing, it wanted its own prize to hold and squeeze within its depths.
The pair took their time untwining their tongues, the odd French kiss with CJ in the middle undoing itself until it left nothing but his shining, blushing skin in the open air.
Serena inclined her head towards her lover, and Seria gave a sound of approval. She slithered up to the blushing, panting human. “I would like to thank you, CJ, for helping me get into the swing of this whole...valentine’s businesss…” Her tongue tickled his nose lightly. “It is not often I take part in human traditions.” Seria curled herself around one more time took hold of the top of her and Serena’s cocoon of scale. Her neck settled about CJ’s shoulders. The thickness of her body swallowing the whole of him, a fold of serpentine flesh cradling his head on all sides, a soft headlock that denied him all motion and forced him to look up as the albino came around again to look down at his captured form. The twin bodies wound around him tightened in twain. Soft scale growing firm, reining in any attempt to so much as twitch as she casually sized him up. “And while I believe it is customary to only show affection to one’s valentine on a day such as today, I do believe that for your help...you deserve a kissss…”
She pushed forwards then, her lips meeting that small bit of CJ that could be seen, suspended on all sides by her enormous form. She was almost gentle as she took him, her lips slowly folding over his face, almost dripping over his head like a slow pour of honey across his features. Her coils relaxed and widened to allow her to take more of him, his body slipping easily into the hot, warm confines of her maw. Her tongue spooled out, exploring under his shirt and around his chest as he squirmed, a muffled moan sounding before all noises from the slowly vanishing man were utterly muffled. Seria’s coils clenched one last time around his lower body, seemingly reluctant to let him go, but her stomach would get its prize. She pulled back, CJ’s clenching hands and squirming legs open to the world. Shawn knew the moment CJ’s face reached her throat as his body went momentarily stiff under the tight, clenching embrace. His fingers vanished beyond her lips with an audible swallow, filling the fake ‘Studio’ with the sound of Seria’s indulgence.
Serena slithered forwards, curling around Seria’s side and slowly nuzzling her neck, helping her meal on its way as he vanished inch by inch. Seria’s tongue invaded CJ’s pants as she came to his waist, drawing more squirms as the base of her jaw began to swell more noticeably with his wriggling shape. Shawn could see the shape of her tongue slithering down a pant leg as his waist vanished into her maw to join the rest of him, coiling possessively around his thigh to tug him deeper still.
Serena gave the growing bulge of Seria’s meal a slow lick, drawing a coo from the albino as she swallowed yet again. The scales along the underside of her throat rippled visibly with the contraction of muscle, CJ was sucked in up to his wriggling feet, the tops of which pressed against Seria’s lips for a moment. She looked down at this last vestige of the man, the last bit of him free from the invasive embrace of her insides, now clenching all around him in constant waves, ferrying him deeper and deeper within, his only company the clenching muscles and the beat of her heart. She smiled around his feet, and then took this inside herself as well, a final ripple of her throat slurping him in, and sealing him beyond the world, to sink along her endless length, to join her massive form.
“Mmmm…” The snakes twined together, seemingly intoxicated from their meals. “Okay…” Seria commented. “I will admit this holiday has grown on me.”
“I knew you’d come around…” Serena added, giving her lover a little squeeze.
“Oh thank goodness. Do you two NEED to be so theatrical?” Caresse piqued in. Shawn’s living suit gave a great heave, and all at once the studio collapsed into liquid, leaving the two serpents slightly drenched in pink, and Shawn sitting naked in the center of a massive puddle which burbled tiredly. It murmured something in French.
“Well...no one SAID you had to form a whole studio… “Serena commented, not even pausing in her gentle affections to Seria.
She got more angry burbling in reply, before all the liquid around them collected itself into a large lump, and began slowly slithering up into the tree above. A man stood blinking on the fringe of this odd crew of beings. He blinked.
Shawn opened his mouth to say something, but the climbing glob of pink shot out a massive tendril that buried the whole of the man in three enormous loops, nothing but tufts of hair poking out the top of the massive pink coils. He was hauled up into the tree without ceremony.
“Well...Someone’s hangry.” Seria commented.
Serena and Shawn blinked and stared.
“What? I can pick up slang…” Seria gave a serpentine shrug, and Shawn stiffened as the end of the Albino’s tail wound itself around his middle.
“Let us retire and digest, before there is a need for seconds…” She said, looking around the empty park.
“Indeed…” They slithered up into the tree as Serena nuzzled gently along Seria’s body, Shawn trailing behind them in a scaly harness. “Happy Valentine's Day,” she cooed.
“Happy Valentine's Day…” Seria replied, with more sincerity than the albino python usually mustered.
“Certainly the strangest one I’ve ever had…” Shawn commented under his breath. He slumped into the coils around him, exhausted from the odd day, but quite satisfied with the job he’d done, though the show had left him rather...excited, he was tired.
Serena’s tail slithered over his living lift and settled into his lap, making itself well acquainted with this bit of ‘Excitement’ he still felt, and at that Shawn knew it was going to be a very...very happy Valentine's Day indeed.
 
 
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