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You are currently looking at a combination of differently colored pixels. Your mind translates these pixels into letters and these letters into words. It's not something that you can stop as the words form into images, feelings, and abstract concepts that bombard your consciousness with realities that it desperately tries to make sense of for you. Sometimes though, there are things that your mind is better off not trying to piece together, some things that your intellect is trying to shield you from. So unless you are willing to expose yourself to the delectable dangers that lie beneath all of these letters, this may not be the story for you. (This is a work of pornographic fiction. Please do not read if it would be illegal for you to do so.)

Snake TV

Joel was off of work. That was all that really mattered. He hadn't moved in the past two hours as he idly flipped through the hundreds of channels looking for anything worth watching. His job sucked. It was eight hours a day of mind-numbing work, making him feel isolated from the world. He was just so tired of it all that he had to come home and relax, sequestering himself with his pure uncut entertainment. It was how he gained meaning in his life, even if the next episode of Detective Patent Geist wouldn't be out until next week.

The middle aged man stretched his legs out on the coffee table in front of him, synthetic blue of his fleece pajamas adorned with penguins visible in the flickering light of the boxy TV. As he closed his eyes and yawned, thumb still mechanically flipping through the channels, he heard a bright cheery jingle that made him pause.

"When life has got you feeling low, just try out newVaristh'low! _ _(Blessed be his endless coils)" It sounded like an add better suited to the 1950s, and was just odd enough for Joel to pause for a moment. Maybe it was a comedy bit . . . but he didn't remember channel 589 ever having anything good on before . . .

"Just how can a single entity be so amazing!?" The voice was full of enthusiasm, sounding like a traveling salesman and a soapbox preacher had been rolled into one over-exuberant package. The camera panned down to a rather cheap looking white stage trimmed in loud orange. "Is it really true that just one small change can give your life the purpose that you have been so long without?" Joel's brow furrowed as he squinted at the two actors on the stage.

"Well N'axeyl, it turns out that _ Varisth'low _(The scaled father of all) is just the perfect choice for anyone!" The voice changed to a deeper, but no less excited speaker as the camera zoomed in. "Why, after switching to Varisth'low, my financial problems all just seemed to melt away!" Although the figures were wearing tweed jackets, there was something seriously off about it. Joel actually leaned forwards. It almost looked like the special effects from some kind of HBO show . . . The speaker didn't seem human at all, his head a fully animated black scaled reptilian muzzle that grinned as he spoke, the other's long forked tongue flickering as he listened intently. For all intents and purposes, it looked like a python and a polka-dotted bowtie wearing hooded cobra with arms were trying to sell him . . . something.

"But, Vel'ex, how could finding true happiness and an amelioration of all worldly problems be so easy!?" The other creature was similar, but wore a striped green necktie and had blotchy dark and light brown scales instead of smooth black. His jacket was a subdued herringbone that oddly complimented his scales as he gripped the large microphone in his talons. As the camera zoomed back a bit, Joel shook his head. They didn't have any legs! Instead, long muscular tails coiled up underneath them, pulsing and undulating as they moved with an impossible smoothness.

Too weird. Joel's thumb pressed in at the worn [Channel +] button on his remote as he shook his head. Maybe it was supposed to be some kind of promotion for some new fantasy thing . . . But that didn't really explain the low quality of everything other than the snake-people. It looked like their set had been built in someone's garage.

He quickly forgot about the strange duo. Flipping further, he found the tail credits of an old episode of Star Escape playing, with the promise of three more to come. The man cricked his neck as he rose to use the bathroom and grab a soda while the commercials began to play.

As he walked back into his glowing cave of a living room, he saw something odd. There was a cardboard cutout of a perfect 1950s man being waved at the camera and a high pitched falsetto voice-over. "Oh doctor, my legs hurt all the time. I just don't know what to do!" The static figure wobbled frantically.

"Don't worry, tired human, there's a perfect solution for that." A familiar over-exuberant announcer voice cut in. "Just try the new_ Varisth'low _ (Whose hunger has devoured the moon) style of chiropractic therapy."

"But I'm not sure if my insurance will cover the costs of such an obviously worthwhile treatment . . ." The shrill voice returned with a corny sigh as the cardboard cut out tilted downwards haphazardly.

"Not a problem my normal human friend. _ Varisth'low _is free for all. You just need to accept his all-powerful coils into your heart and . . ." There was a scuffling as a scaled hand reached into the side of the picture and awkwardly folded up the lower half of the cardboard man, revealing an undulating reptilian surface behind it. Joel couldn't help but stare at the pulsing banded scutes there beneath the top half of the cut out as the camera panned down over the snaky brown splotched tail. "It's as easy as propelling yourself on a two-wheeled pedal device!"

Joel sat down, cracking open the can of cola in his hands absentmindedly as he stared at the screen. What even was this . . .? Every time they said that strange word it was like he was hearing whispers just at the edge of his perception.

"And as for your back, my fleshy friend . . ." The fingers with the thick black talons reached in again and tossed away the cutout of the man, revealing the tweed suit of the other snake-man-thing who held his scaly hands up in over-done surprise.

"Amazing, I never . . ." The high pitched voice began before the snake cleared his throat, tongue flickering out before he continued in his usual enthusiastic announcer voice. "I never knew that having legs was such a terrible burden!" He straightened out his coat, tugging at the suede elbow patches as his brown patterned body undulated slightly. He turned to the camera, round copper eyes staring into the lens as he continued. "Giving myself to _ Varisth'low _ (His lidless eyes see all) has certainly made me the successful and well-respected person that I am today. And it was _ so _easy!" The serpent's head bobbed slightly as he looked out of the television, seemingly directly at Joel.

It wasn't until the wet cold can slipped from his hand that Joel was able to look away from the screen. He swore under his breath as he scrabbled down for the can, which had already leaked out a fizzing gout of soda onto his sofa. He shook his head as he rushed to the kitchen and grabbed a wad of paper towels, returning to blot at the cushions ineffectually. His heart was pounding in his ears as he was unable to stop thinking about those undulating scales and those two odd snakes. Maybe it was just some kind of advertising stunt? Joel couldn't really tell what they were supposed to be selling, but he kind of wanted it . . . whatever it was.

But he had to go to work tomorrow morning, and so he couldn't spend the entire evening watching commercials. He needed something that would make him willing to wake up the next day and do it all again . . . Just like every day of the last six years. He grabbed the remote and flicked on through the channels as he sat on the other side of his couch, leaving the paper towels bunched up on the damp cushion beside him.

He let the back of his head rest against the sofa as he looked up at the shadowy little bumps on his textured ceiling while the audio of the TV cut in and out from the channels he passed. If he squinted, he could kind of see something in the dots on the ceiling, but the flickering light of the old CRT display made it hard to focus on. It was like there was some kind of winding shape there. He licked his lips, tongue flickering oddly as his eyes were drawn back down towards his TV as a set of familiar voices returned. How could whatever company this was afford so much advertising?

"And now it's time for our next lovely contestant!" The black scaled snake waved a hand dramatically as some cheap floral print curtains parted from the side of the set. There was the sound of a canned studio audience cheering as a young woman in a deep mossy turtleneck and a long somewhat homespun brown dress walked onto the stage. She scratched at her arm somewhat self-consciously as she moved towards the black snake-in-a-suit while the applause died down.

"That's right ladies and gentleman, this woman . . ." He held the mic towards her lips.

"Sammy." She replied automatically.

"Sammy, was eager enough to come down here and welcome_ Varisth'low _ (His endless bands engulf us all) directly into her heart for you folks." The snake slithered up and wrapped a hand around her shoulder supportively. The woman just looked vaguely lost compared to the energetic dark scaled serpent. Joel stared at the screen. There was something oddly attractive about the scene. The woman seemed fairly comely, but he couldn't take his eyes off of her relatively gangly body and the faint bulge of her breasts behind her over-large turtleneck, eyes darting between her ans the snake's smooth pulsing reptilian flesh.

"I-I have?" She stuttered, turning her head and looking directly at the unblinking gaze of the snake creature next to her, movements seeming almost sluggish.

"Of course!" The black cobra stared directly at her with his round luminous yellow eyes. "Why, weren't you just complaining about the banality of your pathetic human existence?" He wrapped a thick taloned hand around her shoulder. "How much you just can't stand living a life with no greater purpose?"

"Sure . . . I guess I was?" She seemed to relax as the snake's tail slowly began to wrap around her legs, offering her apparent support. Joel shivered as he thought about the smooth firm contact, eyes fixed on the screen as his hand began to slide subconsciously under the elastic waistband of his pajamas.

"Well, Sandy."

"Sammy."

"Right. Well, do we have a surprise for you!" The cobra made a sweeping gesture with his microphone. "What if I told you that we could solve all of those problems right here, right now, in front of a live studio audience!"

"I- I don't know?" She shook her head slowly.

"Sure you do! You'd love it." He raised up her chin with a clawed finger, lidless golden eyes beaming. "You don't have to be so modest, you can tell everyone how much you've been aching to let _ Varisth'low _ (The prime serpent before all) take you into his coils as one of us. To become the _ you _ that you've always wanted to be!"

Joel's heart was racing as he watched. He wanted her to say yes, muttering to himself as his eyes remained glued to the screen, one hand stroking himself as he watched the serpent's tail wrap further up the woman's legs, muscles pulsing under the glossy jet scales.

"Umm, Right. I guess I'd love it . . ." Sandy murmured dreamily, one hand reaching up to rest on the snake's talons grasping at her shoulder, her slender fingers dwarfed by the beast's massive digits.

The audience cheered as she gave a bashful smile and the snake grinned at the camera. "Well then, all you need to do is repeat after me." His head was rocking from side to side as he spoke slowly. "I, Cammy . . ."

"Sammy . . . I Sammy." Her words were slow as her head began to move slightly as if following the snake's luminous orbs.

"Good. Good." He crooned. "You know what, let's not just limit this to Sally here. Why don't all of you people out there in TV land repeat after me as well . . ."

The camera stopped panning around as a brown scaled hand held out cue cards written in black marker that filled one half of the screen shakily.

"I give myself in mind, body, and soul . . ." He spoke slowly and clearly.

She spoke along after him, head bobbing as it followed his swaying motions. "I give myself in mind body and soul . . ." Joel found himself whispering under his breath as he copied the phrase, heart pounding.

"To the loving coils of _ Varisth'low _ (The pinnacle of existence) . . ." The snake's pink forked tongue flickered out against her after he pronounced the oddly alluring alien word. The woman giggled as the slippery flesh slid against her cheek, even as she eagerly repeated the phrase in her somewhat monotone voice. Joel's own tongue slid out of his lips as he watched, an almost instinctual motion as he rubbed at himself absentmindedly, repeating the words as the scaly hands changed to a new cue card. It was like he could smell them . . . like he was really there . . .

"And will forever serve him as a loving vassal . . ." The creature wound its thick black scaled body around her as he spoke in his calm reassuring voice. Her eyes followed him as she repeated the phrase, shivering slightly as the snake wound his coils all the way up to her waist, supporting her limp body with his serpentine strength. Joel blinked as he saw a pink flicker dart on the screen, but not from the writhing black snake in the bow tie. Instead he swore that the pink forked tongue had flicked from the woman's mouth. The very idea made an alien heat rise in his chest as he stroked at his achingly hard shaft, rubbing his legs together as he breathily repeated the phrases from the cards.

"Through which his will manifests." He said with finality. With another band of thick snug serpent flesh, the woman was covered from her feet to her armpits. The only thing moving was her neck as she followed his hypnotic sway. As she finished repeating the words, the black snake with the wide hood pressed his reptilian muzzle against her face. Joel moaned as he watched both of their tongues flicker before they came together in a passionate sloppy kiss. He grunted out the last words of the mantra, eyes fixed on the screen as the black serpent grabbed her head between his large scaly hands, tongue pumping into her eager mouth.

A refreshing cool shock ran through Joel's body as he finished the words and the cue cards pulled back. He stared at the screen, tongue flickering, a little longer than it was a second ago as he watched, enraptured by the events on the screen. As they sloppily made out, the woman's face flattened, nostrils pulling to the sides of her widening face as it began to press forwards, pale flesh replaced by coppery reddish scales that contrasted against the snake's own polished black. As the serpent rubbed his hands over her head, her long brown hair began to fall out in feathery clumps to the floor, revealing more beautiful gleaming scales as her ears began to shrink back into the sides of her head.

Joel's own tongue briefly flickered into his vision as he watched, transfixed. He could smell them, taste them as they writhed on the screen. His own jaws creaked an popped, wriggling from side to side as matte green scales slowly covered his own widening face.

The woman's lower jaw unhinged as she pressed wildly against the black serpent, her neck thickening and lengthening. Dropping the mic with a popping clatter, the sounds of their squelching kiss still rang through Joel's speakers as his ears pulled back and he began to feel the sounds resonating through him. He shivered as he watched the black snake's coils pulse around her obscured legs, almost feeling the serpentine contact himself as he squirmed against his sofa. It was getting harder and harder for Joel to blink. He didn't want to miss anything.

As they pulled back from their kiss, forked tongues flickering out and writhing against each other briefly. The camera zoomed in on the woman's wide serpentine head, and Joel stared into her round golden eyes, the picture coming into sharper and sharper focus. He stopped blinking entirely as his eyelids slowly pulled back, replaced by a clear lens-scale that allowed him to watch the show uninterrupted by the annoying flickers of darkness. The tickling feeling of his thin hair falling down over his shoulders didn't bother him at all as he stayed zeroed in on the screen, bright green scales slowly plating his skin as his face pressed out into angular reptilian ridges.

The camera pulled back a bit as the other suit-wearing snake slithered onto the screen, blotchy brown scales sliding over the whitewashed floor as he appraised the writhing couple before him. He picked up the microphone and turned to the still camera. "Would you just look at this, ladies and gentleman. Just look at how fast the all encompassing love of _ Varisth'low _ (With the stars as his scales) goes to work on her feeble human body." His tongue flickered out against his companion's dark muscular snake flesh before he turned back to the camera with a smile.

The dark snake loosened his upper coils enough for the woman's arms to slide out from them. His dark talons threaded their way through her fingers as they bulged, rust colored scales prickling in as they squeezed their hands together. The brown snake slid in, lowering his tweed-coated upper body down, green tie dragging on the floor as he looked to where the dark pulsing coils were wrapped around the woman's lower body. "Yes, this lucky lady is truly blessed to be a part of _ Varisth'low's _ (The author of us all) infinite design." He reached out and rubbed his thick brown scaled hands over the coils at the woman's feet as they loosened, the couple turning slightly at an angle as the dark snake's tail began to unravel from around her slowly.

Joel panted, chest heaving as he watched, neck creaking as it stretched forwards towards the screen. As he rubbed his feet together, his nylon polyester bottoms just felt more and more uncomfortable, hot and cloying. He struggled his way out of them, not even looking down as he continued to stroke himself and rub his legs together, both sensations driving him mad as he swore he could feel those dark pulsing muscular bands wrapped around his own body in a tight snaky embrace. The very thought made his tongue flicker out, tasting unseen reptilian virility in the air.

"Now let's see . . ." The brown snake reached in and ran his claws over her. "No longer such a tragically flawed design, but rather the god-granted shape chosen by our lord and master_ Varisth'low _ (On which all is based.)". As the black thinner coils spooled from around the woman's legs they reveled not pale flesh, but red scales. Joel's pulse throbbed as he saw the writhing redness, not even two separate limbs, but one thicker writhing mass that twitched this way and that as the brown python's hands kneaded the virgin flesh, coaxing the snaky appendage longer and longer as it tapered to a coiling serpentine tip. Her moans were muffled as she pressed her surprisingly flexible neck forwards, locking scaly lips with the cobra again as their hungry jaws opened wide.

It was almost too much. Joel groaned out, chest heaving. The dim light from the TV reflected off of his unblinking eyes as he watched that beautiful tail tip teased by the python as the dark cobra's coils still kneaded and squeezed around her thighs, crushing the weak human limbs together. His toes splayed and clenched as he watched, too tuned in to even notice as his flesh began to grow hot, muscles in his feet and calves tightening as he rubbed them together. They began to merge into a single pulsing mass. It was hard to tell one leg from the other as his bones began to creak and green scales started to cover the now pointed tip of his tail that drooped over the end of his coffee table. He writhed against the thick carpeting as he moaned and stroked his pulsing shaft, a scaled slit forming around the base, squeezing as his testicles were pulled back inside of his rapidly changing form, pulsing inside of their new fleshy home.

The woman's sinuous appendage was wrapping around the brown python's arm as the cobra uncoiled further from around her, sliding his body against hers as he revealed her chest and thighs. His taloned hands slid up under her thick turtleneck shirt, groping and rubbing at her chest as their tongues flickered into each other's maws hungrily. As the scales slowly seeped up what had previously been her legs, the brown snake massaged the reddish growing mass, coaxing it thicker and longer, tongue sliding out across her undulating tan colored scutes. As the cobra's hands rubbed against her chest, her green shirt seemed to grow tighter and tighter, her bulk increasing as she wildly rubbed her changing body against him.

"At this point, I think I'll let the results speak for themselves." The brown python smiled, adjusting his tie surreptitiously as he looked at the camera. He rubbed his muzzle against her scutes and slid his chin up the bottom of her forming tail as it curled around his tweed jacket longingly. Rising up, he pressed forwards towards her hips, encountering the draped material of her now seemingly short dress. The audience gasped. His tongue flicked out mischievously as he lifted the material and leaned in under it, his smooth features rustling around under the thick linen. His hands wrapped around the bulk of her serpentine tail, claws tracing along her yellowish banded scutes and coppery scales, muscles pulsing under her reptilian skin as she grew longer and thicker.

Joel's mind raced, imagining what must be going on underneath the rustling skirt. His own serpentine tongue flopped out lewdly as he imagined the forked surface sliding over a scaly slit, tasting her snaky musk. At the same time, he could envision the brown snake lapping at him, teasing up the sides of his genital slit, flickering tines pressing in teasingly against his clenched reptilian anus. But something wasn't right, some part of his vision was seemingly incomplete as his eyes stared at the screen and his mind envisioned all kinds of lewd details.

The woman pulled her red scaled head back, hissing out in pleasure as the black hooded serpent nibbled at her neck. Her flat chest strained at her green shirt, muscles bulging even though there was no longer any sign of her breasts or feminine curves. Her thickening tail was starting to entwine with the python's own as he rustled under her dress with measured motions.

There was something about the silhouette of the snake under the dress that Joel just couldn't make out though, two brushing bulges that almost looked like jostling horns. He fixated on them, growing green scaled tail coiling around the legs of his coffee table absentmindedly as his cock bulged and swelled, pulsing larger in his grip. It was like his flesh was boiling as he fixated on those dual enigmas, back creaking as he arched his now flexible spine against the sofa behind him.

The growing red snake was panting in great lungfuls of air, elastic at the waist of her dress straining against the widening muscular flesh of her long serpentine body. Her dark talons clung to the black snake's tweed jacket, sinking into the fabric as the lewd sloppy lapping noises continued from the python under her dress. Twin dark patches appeared on the surface of the garment, straining at the fabric until with a sundering tearing noise, the waist tore out completely.

The cobra tore the remaining scraps away from her wildly undulating body, beaming as he looked at her revealed form. "Yessss. We are all brothers in _ Varisth'low's _ (Whose tongue tastes eternity) engulfing coils . . ."

Joel stared, tongue flickering out in confusion, and then burning desire. What wasn't there to love about the dual fleshy organs that jutted from her genital slit? Each of the blunt glistening organs pulsed in time with her heartbeat as glorious coppery scales covered her entire body that writhed and tensed as the cobra ran two claws down against the edges of one fleshy shaft. Joel shivered as her cock twitched and leaked out a dribble of clear pre that the snake brought to his lips and lapped at with great relish. The python teasingly tongued in at her quivering reptilian anus, fingers stroking up at the faded yellow scaled edges of her genital slit, teasing the bases of her meaty cocks.

"Yessss." She hissed out, passion rising in her hiss as her growing form was caressed. "I feel His love . . ."

The man just couldn't look away, tongue flickering wildly as his cock felt impossibly tense, swelling wider and thicker in his grasp. He saw the two suit-clad snake's own genital slits bulge, scaled edges parting as their own pulsing serpentine members haltingly everted. The slippery shafts slid forth, the scales around their slits stretched taut as they hissed in unified desire. Joel's own member bulged and strained as he stared at their reptilian cocks. He had to use both hands as his green coils tensed, ripping out one of the legs of his coffee table as his growing bulk slid underneath it, coils bunching against the floor.

His own member pulsed and arced, feeling like an orgasm even though he couldn't spill a drop of seed. Slowly, his throbbing member strained, skin becoming glistening and smooth as each of his scaly hands wrapped around a side. As the tip of his cock pulled into two, each blunt fleshy end leaked out a hot dribble of musky serpentine pre that his tongue tasted in the air. His lidless eyes stared at the snakes on the screen, long bodies coiling into a tangle of pleasure while their fleshy shafts ground together. Joel's breath came out in a jerking rush of air as his shafts fully pulled apart, one hand caressing each side of his hemipenis as the new sensations of his reptilian maleness echoed through his spine while his coils continued to wind around the room needfully.

The three snakes all hissed and panted, the two suit-clad clerics wrapping their tails around the woman's copper red body, coaxing it longer and thicker until her size and length matched their own. Her banded muscles tensed and writhed under her scutes and scales as they rubbed their bodies against her, the brown python fingering her tight ass with a circling talon as the cobra flicked his tongue down between her quivering shafts. Their own members were rubbing against her, leaving clear musky streaks against her undulating coils. All three of their powerful tails were coiling together into a twisted knot of snaky bliss, grasping scutes tugging at glossy scales in an endless tangle of passion.

As Joel watched, his own coils slowly engulfed his coffee table, squeezing around it needfully as he followed the movements on the screen. His hands pumped at both of his plump shafts as he imagined himself in the middle of that reptilian tangle. He could taste their musk and feel their coils squeezing him with the reassuring promise of more to come. The cheap table creaked as his tail strained around it, his corded muscles bulging as he constricted tighter and tighter with his growing needy serpentine bulk.

Slowly, both of the snakes that looked more like game-show hosts brought their upper bodies to the front of their new convert. All three of their tongues met in the middle as the two ground in, rubbing their sets of cocks together as the former woman groaned out in bliss. As they kissed and lapped at each other's muzzles, Joel could hear their muted voices in the microphone on the floor.

"Well my fellow brother, are you ready to fully join the fold?" The cobra asked, shuddering as their members ground together.

"Yesss, will you come to join _ Varisth'low's _ (Who knows all that ever could be) endless embrace?" The python's long tongue slid against her red scaled jaw.

"Pleasssse, my brothers. I am ready." The woman panted, red coils undulating in need.

"Then let us welcome you . . ." The two, suited snakes hissed as one, each reaching in and taking one of her pulsing cocks in their grasp, lowering the pulsing rods down between the forks of their own. She shuddered as they dragged the glistening blunt tips of her maleness down past their genital slits. Joel swallowed heavily as the blunt heads of her maleness rubbed their musky slickness against the other snake's pliant straining vents. His pulse raced as he watched each shaft sink into each groaning snake's ass, each of her rods jerking independently as they began to ride her.

There was an "ohhhhhh" from the unseen audience as she wrapped her arms around them, neck leaning back as her tongue flickered around wildly. Joel could imagine the tight muscular passages clenching and squeezing around her dual shafts just as his own cocks pulsated in his grip. The hosts strained and groaned, chins pressed down against their torsos as she sank deeper and deeper inside of them. Both sets of the moaning snake's shafts jerked and welled out thick dribbles of pre that leaked down their turgid rods, trickling down onto the new snake's cocks as she rammed into them again and again, sinking a little deeper with each sinuous thrust.

Joel hissed, the squelching of his own scaly hands rubbing over his turgid cocks ringing in the air as he watched his brothers pull closer and closer together, their tails coiling into a wildly wriggling mass as the newly changed coppery red snake filled the hosts of the show with her musky pulsing serpentine girths. A great straining need was welling up within the green scaled snake as he watched, a tight hot effervescence that blazed through his senses as his internal testes tightened. The table clenched in his coils began to buckle as he watched, head rising and falling in time with every thrust.

Suddenly, her coils went stiff, claws grabbing at their coats as she opened her mouth and gasped. The audience began to cheer as she slammed in one last time, quivering genital slit flush against their scaly scutes. Her entire body shook as the heat of her passion rose up inside of her, straining out through her twin cocks as they arced and jolted out hot waves of seed inside of the other snake's clenching insides. Their own cocks pulsed, rubbing against her now slick scales before they too erupted, spattering her glossy body and straining green turtleneck in thick ropes of musky virile serpentine essence.

Joel's pupils dilated as they fixed on those two sets of pulsing members, shuddering as their girthy lengths erupted against the once-woman's red scales. His breath caught in his throat as his insides twisted, heat lancing through his writhing body as he began to cum great musky fountains of cum that splattered against his chest and coils. Tongue flickering out, he could taste his reptilian lust in the air as his serpentine climax roared on, his eyes locked on the screen as the twisting tangle of snakeflesh was embroiled in the sanctified lust of their kind.

They hissed and slammed together, drawing on their passionate knot of lust for minutes before eventually sliding back out of each other. The two host's asses leaked out a dribble of thick whiteness as she slid out of them. The new reddish snake coiled around the python, her powerful body squeezing him lovingly as the black cobra slowly extracted himself, eyes beaming as he slithered towards the camera. As the other two cuddled on screen in a way that only serpents could, the cobra dragged an easel into the frame, jerking it forwards so that it took up half of the screen.

Joel shook his head, reading the words written in black magic marker automatically.

If you want to meet more people interested in Varisth'low (His will cannot be denied) then just come on down to Studio 6A at the local broadcast station.

Then there was a simply drawn caricature of the two suit clad snakes waving cheerfully.

We can't wait to see you here.

P.S. Make sure to bring your friends!

Joel rose shakily, coils relaxing below him as they loosened from around the ruined table, sliding out to support his weight. He started slithering towards the door automatically. He wanted to meet more like him . . . to feel scales grind against his own. But, as he neared the door, the sound from the television he had left on rumbled through his body as he glanced back.

The python had returned to the writhing ball of lust, halfway obscured by the notes on the easel as he slithered in. Both of the hosts lapped along the new red snake's body as their cocks began to throb again needfully. They both lined up one side of their throbbing erections with the new red snake's straining ass as they grinned and thrust in at the same time in a hissing lurch of pleasure, stretching her pliant vent taut and quivering around them.

It was all Joel could do to pry his eyes off the screen, opening the door of his small suburban residence and sliding out into the night. His scutes gripped against the concrete, and he could feel every pebble beneath him as he moved with sinuous grace. His open eyes could see clearly through the darkness even though his mind was still looping through what he had last seen on the TV over and over again. It was what he wanted: to be closer to others who loved _ Varisth'low _(The scaled core of all) as much as he did.

As he slithered down the street towards the studio at the edge of town, other doors opened up on the houses around him, and more and more shadowy serpentine figures all slid out onto the streets. They all pressed on in relative silence, their scutes sliding over the ground as the program they had all seen resonated in their minds.

They all moved as one to meet their makers, and through them become closer to _ Varisth'low _ (Who's loving coils had embraced them all.)