The Serpent's Plot
So, uh... once day I was wondering if I could write a whole short story without naming any of the characters, and it somehow turned into this. Probably one of the kinkier things I have ever written :P. Enjoy!
A young man is offered a free massage, but it ends up costing him his humanity.
I hate camping.
I really, really hate camping. I despise hiking, I loathe nature and I don't think that the 'great' outdoors are worthy of such an appellation. However, I do love my boyfriend, and I let him drag me on one of his accursed expeditions at least once every year. He has this love for camping that borders on masochism; it doesn't matter if it's a hundred degrees in the shade, or if it's raining or snowing the whole time and we get chilled to the very bone- he has a great time. The Viet-fucking-Cong could show up in the middle of the forest, and I doubt it would take the smile off his face. It was the one thing about him that I hated with a furious passion, and he knew it. So when I made a *polite* request that we stop by the hot springs and have a nice soak before driving back home, he was more than willing to indulge me. I'd never gone there before, but it was right between our campsite and the interstate so it wasn't even that big of a detour.
It felt *so* good to slide into that hot bath after a week of sleeping in soggy blankets and wearing the same damn two changes of clothes. I let my head sink into the almost-scalding water, leaving only my nose exposed, and laid there in utter bliss. I felt the heat quickly seep into my sore muscles and frozen bone, and I felt the water clean my dirt-caked skin and greasy hair. The sound of fresh water pouring in to the tub and my own heart beating was all I could hear; it was the most relaxed I had felt in years. It almost- almost- made up for how shitty the camping trip had been.
When I finally slid out of that huge tub, I felt like a new man. I was walking back to the showers in a happy daze when a woman dressed up odd, natural-looking clothing intercepted me. She had a strange look in her eyes... I could see her sizing me up... checking me out?
"Excuse me, sir?" She asked, eyes still mapping out my half-naked body. "We're having a special today for new customers. Would you be interested in getting a free massage?"
Who was I to turn down a free massage? Talk about good luck! "Should I put my clothes back on or something first?"
"A towel should be fine." She said, leading me onward, a small smile on her thin lips. "Let me just tell you, you are in for a real treat..."
She led me downstairs and through a few cramped hallways and thick wooden doors. The place had been built around the Civil War, but most of the building topside had been recently refurbished. These parts all looked positively ancient, but immaculately maintained. There was no dust anywhere, just hot, humid air and a smell like old library books. When we finally reached our destination, I was led inside a small room defined by a large bed-like table in the middle. Huge racks of lotions and oils filled the sides of the room along with wooden cabinets and old movie posters for ambiance. White noise from the water pipes above filtered out all other sound, and the room was lit only by a few dim candles and a covered lamp.
The attendant helped me onto the huge table, propping me up with a few thick pillows and wrapping me up in warm, wet towels. Then, to my puzzlement, she slipped a blindfold on over my eyes. I briefly considered protesting, but she interrupted me before I could even open my mouth, saying that it would help me stay relaxed. Who was I to argue with that? These people seemed to know what they were doing; I could roll with it.
"I'll go get the masseuse!" The attendant called as she left, shutting the heavy door behind me.
After she left, I almost fell asleep. The camping trip had sucked so much and that bath had been so relaxing, I could have slept for a week. I was about to nod off on that warm, padded table when I heard the door creek open and then shut. A sound like a bolt being latched registered in my mind, but I didn't think a thing of it.
"Hello." A voice broke the silence. His voice was raspy, sibilant, and rough, like someone with a lisp perpetually trying to clear their throat or how I imagined the Marlboro Man might talk. It was a little creepy to be honest, but what the hell. Guy probably just liked his nicotine.
"Mhhllo." I said back to him, all that I could bring myself to say through the towel.
"Let's get started, shall we?" He said, moving quietly into the room. I couldn't even hear his footsteps as he approached me, only the sound of bottles moving around and drawers being opened. "Ever had a massage before?"
"No." I said, wondering why his voice was so strange. I think he picked up on my curiosity, because just then he addressed the subject.
"Don't worry, it isn't a cold." He said, laughing hoarsely. "This is just how I talk. I've never had much of a faculty with English either."
"Oh? Where are you from?"
"I was born in South America, but I have traveled a lot since then. I have been working on a very important project, and now that it is beginning I'm looking for a nice, quiet place to settle down. This place is quite suited to my... needs."
"Needs?" I asked at the prompt, wondering what kind of special project a masseuse could possibly be engaged with.
"Isolation. I value my privacy a great deal." He said, as he started spreading cool oils over my warm skin.
Whatever he used for massage oil was powerful stuff; my skin tingled with a cold burning sensation that penetrated deep into my muscles as it was applied. I went to adjust the towel when it started slipping off my backside, and was surprised to find my hands weren't listening to me. Mild curiosity quickly turned into a surge of alarm, and I felt something hard and sharp touch my face as the as the blindfold was pulled away from my eyes. I looked up at my masseuse and realized with quickly-mounting horror that he wasn't human; he was a monstrous, anthropomorphic snake. As he smiled at me, a scream gurgled within my lungs, unable to leave my paralyzed throat.
He was curled up directly above me, atop a huge, coiled tail. I couldn't tell his full size from my prone position, but he had to be at least twelve feet long. Thick plated scales-black, yellow and red- covered the entirety of his towering frame, and his muzzle was lined with sharp teeth and capped with huge protruding fangs. Two thick, muscular arms held the blindfold in hands tipped with sharp claws, twirling it around excitedly. As his hypnotic gaze settled on my eyes, I found myself lost in those slitted, serpentine pupils.
"Don't try and move; it would just be a waste of time." He spoke, tongue darting out silently between his pauses. "I mixed a small dose of my venom into the oil. It is a very potent paralytic agent."
Fear overtook me like a pack of wolves. My panic only grew deeper when I realized that the venom was interfering with breathing...
"Don't worry; I'm not going to eat you. I need you for... something else..." He said, prickling my neck lightly with his claws. He took a bottle of something purple from a nearby shelf, and poured it into my mouth after coaxing my throat open. "There. You should be able to breathe and speak again."
"Ohgodpleasedontkillme." I said as soon as sweet air filled my lungs again. Taking quick, greedy breaths, I repeated my plea as quickly and vehemently as I could. "Pleasepleasepleasepleasepl-"
"Stop." The snake said, his eyes burning into mine. The command slinked its way into my thoughts like a flitting shadow, and I stopped talking. After a second, I wasn't sure if I had done it because he told me to or if I wanted to myself. "I want this to be as easy as possible for you, but I will not brook interruptions or delays. If you cooperate, you will not be harmed. Understood?"
"Y-yes." I said, gulping down a whimper.
"Good, good. Now, listen carefully, because I do not like repeating myself. I need you for something very, very important." He said, his fierce eyes locked on mine.
"What... what could you *possibly* want with me?" I asked, confused. "I'm a nobody! What are you even doing here?"
"It is a long and sad story human, one that will take some time to relate. For now... I shall put it like this. Do you know what the most frightening two words in your language are?" He asked, his fanged muzzle inches away from my nose.
"Uh... 'President Bush'?" I said, unable to resist the opening.
His eyes narrowed in annoyance immediately. While I was glad to see emotion- any emotion- influence the terrible serpent, I regretted pissing him off when his claws dug painfully into my neck.
"This is not a joking matter, human." His eyes were mesmerizing; I couldn't have looked away even if his hands hadn't been holding my chin. "I speak of *total extinction*... the final death. The death of an entire species, an entire culture, an entire way of life. What goes extinct can never be again. Know this: my people are on the very verge of total extinction, of fading away forever. What would you give to prevent that from happening to your people, human? What would you do? Can you possibly understand the position that I am in?"
"I... I guess not." I said, weakly.
"Of course not!" He spat. He slithered back and forth beside me, anxious. "There are perhaps a hundred of us left. We will die off within the generation without fresh, healthy, young adults to rejuvenate our bloodlines. You are going to be one of them..."
My mouth was dry, but I tried to protest nonetheless. "What!?! How the hell do you expect to do that!? You can't just magically turn someone into a different species! It's impossible!"
He stared at me, unblinking. It was intimidating despite the lack of eyelids.
"Er... can you?"
"Yes." He said.
"Does... does it hurt?" I asked meekly, trying to coax my limbs back to life. Maybe if I could surprise him, knock him out before it started I could escape...
"Hmm... no, I do not think so. Parts might be uncomfortable, maybe."
"Really?" I asked, trying to keep his attention. I think I could wiggle the tips of my fingers again...
For a second, the creature's arrogance seemed to falter, and uncertainty flashed across his reptilian snout. "I think so. I am not sure. Magic is very old, very tired in this world, human. Very few people left can read it, and fewer still practice it. I have never cast a spell before. I could well end up killing us both or summoning a demon instead. Or worse."
I felt my heart sink in my chest as he said that. The only thing worse than being subject to the maledict claws of an inhuman snake-monster had to be being subject to the maledict claws of an inhuman snake-monster who might not even know what the hell he was doing.
"Calm yourself, human. I have preparations to make..." He said.
I closed my eyes tight, the sense of dread his hypnotic suggestions had suppressed returning with a vengeance. I felt his hands rest upon my shoulders and roughly and quickly flip me onto my stomach, and sensed him looming over me. What was it going to be like? What was going to happen? I half-imagined it would start with a bite and a spray of blood or venom, or some sort of painful, wrenching, tearing feeling, being broken and reshaped...
He paused his work, sounding unhappy. "This is very delicate magic; it will take some time for the ritual to be preformed. You must relax, empty your mind of thought, and allow the magic to work. If you resist-consciously or otherwise- I cannot say what will happen."
My eyes shot open in alarm. "How do you expect me to relax in a situation like this! I have to go to work tomorrow, and you're talking about turning me into a..."
"Relax..." He commanded, his eyes locked on mine. Those slitted pupils were deep, bottomless reflecting pools; even when his inhuman tongue flicked out again, I couldn't break contact with them. Gazing into them was like falling off a ship and sinking into the ocean; like escaping the Earth's gravity and drifting off into space. Deeper and deeper you sank, but you never quite hit the bottom. Slowly, I felt myself relax involuntarily, welcoming the peace as it came to me. How could such a regal, powerful creature possibly botch this, after all? What did I know about magic? Fighting back would just make everything worse...
"I want you to think of all your worries, human. All your concerns, all your obligations, all your ties and debts and constraints. I am going to free you from them, and take you on a new path; a clear one, free of uncertainty and doubt. You are going to help prevent the death of my species. Is that not noble?"
My thoughts were still cloudy, sluggish. Well, yes. He was right; surely he was right...
"Your life, my life, they are just small parts of an endless, eternal cycle of birth, life and death. All our day-to-day worries and cares mean so little when you sum the lives of our ancestors and descendants, yes?" He questioned. His head swayed back and forth in a slow, steady rhythm as he spoke, gesticulated.
I agreed quietly. "Yes, of course."
"Then help me. Relax, and let me do my work. Breathe in deeply, slowly... savor it, enjoy it... good, now let it go gently..." He said, carefully repositioning my slack arms and legs as he guided me. "Submit yourself to me, I will take care of everything. Everything is going to be just right..."
I heard the sound of lotion being poured, and felt his strong arms grip down on my shoulders and begin massaging them. The contact was unexpected, but I was too relaxed to do more than give a soft, contended sigh. His hands were strong, monstrously strong, but they felt so good. His scale-plated fingers and palms felt as rough and bumpy as they looked, even coated with lotions and oils, but it only intensified the pleasurable sensation. I was shocked that such a deadly, powerful predator could be so affectionate.
"We must prepare your body, human. It must be in perfect balance before I can begin." He spoke quietly, focused on his work. "Keep your breathing steady, let yourself relax further."
I let the tension in my body go, sinking deeper into the soft, padded table. His skills as a masseuse were godlike; his powerful hands massaged my tense muscles until they were as soft as butter. The same pattern repeated itself over the entirety of my body. At first, his harsh and forceful ministrations were unceasingly, achingly painful, but when he was done everything felt incredibly right and relaxed. Bones were popped back into proper alignment, sore muscles were massaged, tense joints and ligaments were relaxed until I had melted into a state of half-conscious bliss. Slowly, his desultory, prodding work began to tease out the sorest parts of my body for more intense focus.
"Don't think, just feel. Focus on my touch, on my voice..." He said in a raspy, strangely calming way. "Let me help you. Let me remake you into something new and wondrous, something mighty and proud..."
When he worked his hands deep into the sore, abused arches of my feet, tortured by days of hiking in my poorly-fitting boots, I started to reconsider my escape plan. The way he rubbed his fingers just below the claw across my toes, pressing and rolling them around like sausages, made me wonder how a creature without feet could know so much about them. Next were my sore shoulders, aching from hauling around a heavy backpack with thin straps for days. He sculpted the weak flesh back to life with forceful, deep compressions, working them over again and again until everything was right once more.
"The toll of portable phones, personal computers. Human technology and human ways, new and unnatural..." The snake grumbled anachronistically, as he examined my hands and arms.
I didn't even know how bad my constant texting and typing had strained them until his hands started working them over. The constant, low-level pain in them was replaced by a feeling of rejuvenation... and then something more than even that. He worked his way upward again, massaging my cheekbones and temples, rubbing my forehead and my ears, and straightening out my neck with a series of surgically-precise cracks. Years of neck strain from driving, reading, and computer use disappeared in less than a minute. He worked his way from my neck down to my back, his clawtips pricking me slightly as he worked his way deep into the large muscles there. He paid an awful lot of attention to my spine; I heard and felt sharp cracks from the top all the way down to the bottom as he re-aligned it using his elbows and the edge of his palm. He ended his work there by pulling away my towel and lavishing attention on my tailbone, rubbing and caressing it for so long that it started to feel numb. I felt him stop working several times to get fresh bottles of oil. The clinking sound they made in the damp, warm room seemed very far away.
The pressure and touch on my naked backside felt really good; I could feel blood start to slowly pump its way into my exposed penis, especially when the serpent resumed his work by oiling up and kneading the tight flesh of my ass. He always seemed to pay more attention to the body parts he lacked, like my toes. Was he just curious, or was this part of his ritual?
The snake-man spoke again, sounding pleased with his work so far. "Good, very good... we must move on to the second part of the ritual now: the anointing. Remain still, remain relaxed..."
I opened my eyes, relaxed but curious. I watched silently through half-closed eyelids as he slithered quietly to a nearby drawer, then back to the table.
"There are three components to this ritual, human. We are working a spell of rebirth, so each must be linked with life." He said. I wasn't sure if he was trying to teach me, or focus his own thoughts. He didn't seem as uncertain as before; a sense of curiosity and anticipation had replaced that in both of us.
He spoke several words in a strange, hissing tongue, words heavy with arcane power. For a second, my skin buzzed with an electric sensation and I felt the room shake. I heard a glass bottle being opened, watched him bring it above my resting head.
"The first is water, for it nourishes life..." He said, pouring some of the sulfurous hot spring water over my body, from my forehead on down to my semi-hard penis. More ritual chanting, in that strange and reptilian language of his.
"The second is blood, for it is life..." He said, with a small hint of nervous inflection. My eyes grew wide as a wicked, curved dagger appeared in his hands- which he used to cut through the scales on his finger in a quick and violent motion. His eyes closed for a second in pain, but he didn't make a sound. I felt warm drops of the blood begin to drip across my body. I shuddered with revulsion, but kept silent as well.
He went back to another side of the room and bandaged his finger- with a 'Spongebob' band-aid, of all things. I almost laughed, but the urge went away quickly when he returned to my side. He worked his way around the table, pulling hidden straps out from the side and tying me down to the soft massage table. I watched passively as he bound my arms to my sides and my legs together, and then pulled a large strap across my bare chest. I tried to hold back his powerful hands, but if my token opposition even so much as inconvenienced the serpent he didn't show it.
"The point of no return is here. How do you feel, human? Are you prepared? You want this, don't you..?" The serpent spoke, his words honeyed and soothing.
"N... no." I managed to say, weakly. His hypnotic suggestion was beginning to wear off, and I could feel my will drift back to me once more. Little good it would do me; the venom in my blood and the bonds across my body were going to be impossible to overcome. "Can't you just pick someone else? I promise I won't say a word to anyone, anyone!"
"No, no... hush now. Relax, and let my voice..." His speech was so calm, so steady. It was a rock that you could anchor your mind to so, so easily. Resisting it was like pushing a heavy cart uphill; let go for a second and everything came crashing down.
"Enough of that bullshit! Get out of my head!" I said forcefully, breaking the spell. He looked genuinely surprised.
"Hmmm... a pity. Oh well; your mental fortitude is quite impressive, actually." He coiled himself around the edge of the table, facing me as he rose to his full height, looming over my naked lower body. "You will make a fine brother, human. Better a hesitant warrior than a willing slave."
I glared at him defiantly, but was shocked out of my anger when he bent his long body over and kissed me lightly on the nose. "I do regret the inconvenience you are about to experience, but know that I have no choice..." He whispered into my ear, hinting at sympathy. Those hypnotic, vicious of his eyes met mine again. "You, however, have two choices. You can either choose to enjoy this ritual, or you can choose to waste time and energy trying to fight it. What is it going to be?"
I said nothing. The respect and care he had shown just then had completely bypassed my marshaled defenses.
"Good enough. Now, the last component in the anointing is seed, for it creates life..." He said, before his voice shifted into the strange language of magic once again. For a brief second, the air around me appeared to shimmer...
"Wait. What?" Had I heard that right? "Like, sunflower seeds, or what?"
He hissed a surprised laugh. "You enjoy playing stupid, yes? Do you find the misdirection useful?"
"No, seriously, what do you mean?" I asked, straining against my tight bonds. They didn't hurt, but making headway against them was flat-out impossible in my weakened state.
"I speak of the seed of life, of the male essence of creation." He said, with a lofty tone. The clawed fingers of his right hand had moved to the lower front of his body, and he was rubbing them above a barely-noticeable break in his thick scales there. One of his clawtips started to gently probe into it. "I heard you entered here with another male, yes? I take it you were more than just comrades?"
"Y-yeah... " I said, shifting around uncomfortably. My nose detected a hint of something musky in the room, cutting though the thick and pungent smells the massage oils gave off. My semi-hard penis was starting to point upward as I watched the snake tease his genital slit.
"Good. Mayhapsss you will enjoy this after all." He said, hissing lewdly as he continued to finger himself.
I bit my lip and tried to avert my eyes, but my curiosity got the better of me. I watched with fascination as another of his claws entered his slit up to its rough, scaled knuckle, and then a third. His eyes alternated between mine and his own hand, as he continued to work in more of his digits. Before too long, his entire hand was thrusting in and out in a slow, forceful rhythm, and the sight was making me hard. A tiny drop of watery slitfluid dripped from his slit onto my left foot, and he paused his stroking for a second to lick it off with a quick flick of his tongue.
He pulled his hand out of his loosened slit with a wet pop, and two huge, smooth, slick, tapered hemipenises followed it. They looked rubbery and warm in their partially aroused state, and they were coated with a film of slimy slitfluid. I gasped in shock; even short of their full size, the twin cocks were gigantic. I almost gagged on my gasped breath; the scent of musk in the room was now a sweet, cloying fog that I could practically taste in the air. I shifted my head from side to side, trying to find fresh air, but it was futile. My manhood started to harden and tingle as the arousing odor soaked my nose.
"You seem to be enjoying yourself, human. You *do* want this, don't you?" The mighty serpent said, growling. "To think of all the time I wasted trying to dominate your will or persuade you to help me! I should have known better!"
He shifted himself forward again, and slapped his right shaft against my thigh, leaving a small imprint of warm slitfluid on it. He laughed as I squirmed and took my cock into his rough, scaled left hand, giving it a few long, slow strokes before he sandwiched it between his two much bigger members. He rubbed the tapered heads of his cock against my circumcised glans, and I shuddered as pleasure shot through me like an electric shock. When he withdrew, I involuntarily bucked against the straps holding me down, trying desperately to feel that wonderful, intimate contact again.
"Do you like my maleness, human? Are they not impressive? Would you like to have similar equipment?" He teased. He had finally found a way to influence me besides raw physical power, and he was clearly enjoying it. He pulled back and stroked both his thick, hardening shafts at once with his muscular right arm, while his left mischievously stroked my inner thighs and fondled my tight nutsack. We continued like that for several long, sweet minutes, until he abruptly moved his left hand back to my shaft and started quickly stroking me off.
"I am getting closssse." The snake said, his voice slipping into an urgent hiss. My heart and penis thudded as my pulse quickened in anticipation. I licked my lips; it was impossible to resist the feelings flowing through me now; it was true. I wanted him, wanted him so very, very badly.
His body shook, and he gave a sharp, gasping cry. Both of his throbbing cocks seemed to tense at the same time, and two huge blasts of hot, sticky cum erupted from their tips. The first of the prodigious loads arced into the air and rained down on my upper body and face, stinging my eyes, soaking into my hair and dribbling into my nose and mouth. His second cock came to climax pointed right as my own erect, human penis, completely coating it in gluey serpent fluid and splattering onto my legs and stomach. His stroking of my hard member continued, as it was hit by jet after jet of musky, hot, thick cum. It was unbearable; I joined him in orgasm as he soaked me with his fluids. Shaking quite a bit despite the straps holding me in place, my comparatively watery semen spurted out and mixed with his on my naked, sweaty body.
Sucking in rabid, desperate lungful of the musk-filled air, I slowly came down from the monumental orgasm I had just experienced. My entire body was drenched with hot sweat, cum, slitfluids, precum, and massage oil; I had never felt so dirty before... or turned on, I admitted to myself. I was going to have to take another bath sometime after this was all done.
The snake-man gave a contented, proud sigh, and wiped a stray strand of cum from my nose. "You see? There was nothing to worry about, human. Now, the magic will take hold of your body and reshape it; soon you will be one of my brothers."
Everything had changed. I looked upon the awesome serpent not with fear and disgust, but respect and envy. I was eager to join him on his mysterious quest, and eager to taste more of the wonderful, exotic pleasures he could offer. Everywhere the serpent's thick seed had landed on me, I felt my skin tingle and burn, but the majority of the sensation was focused in my legs. It felt like they were melting, falling asleep, but I couldn't see much from my vantage point.
My voice croaked as I spoke up. "Could could you untie me now? I... I want to watch this." I admitted.
"Of course." He spoke, generously. Slowly, he made his way around the table counterclockwise, undoing each one of the straps with his claws. When he finally undid the last of them, I bolted upright, eager to see what was happening to me.
I was shocked to see that my numb legs had already merged together with my tailbone, into a thick but short tail-like growth. The snake and I both watched in utter fascination as hard scales popped up on the fleshy nub. As the more of the plated scaled emerged and grew thicker and broader, a colorful pattern of green, black, and red started to appear on them.
"Go on, human! Let it grow! Push!" The serpent said excitedly, encouraging me.
My face scrunched up with effort and I did as he said, trying to find the right place inside my body. Trying to describe the sensation... it's almost impossible. At first it was like my legs were stuck together, but as soon as it started becoming a proper snake tail it felt like something wholly unique and inhuman. My stomach lurched as I watched the unnatural, strange sight, but my arousal started to return to me with equally staggering speed.
I grunted and continued, my new tail growing outward in fits and starts as I pushed and pushed. Two feet of bulging, melded legs turned into three feet of tail, which quickly grew out four and then five feet of thick, reptilian tail. It wasn't until the scale-plated appendage reached seven feet that it began to gently, smoothly get thinner, until it finally terminated at nine whole feet. I was in a daze staring at my transformed lower body; it flowed off the massage table and wound around several times, feeling impossibly long.
The change wasn't over yet, though. I cried out in pleasure, my lengthened body writhing on the table as I felt my human penis grow out massively and become hard and leathery, then split into two thick, tapered cocks. My whole ass seemed to disappear into a smooth, unbroken trail of scales along my backside, and I shook once again with pleasure as a genital slit and an anal vent emerged along my front. I closed my eyes and sighed in relief, as I felt the transformation abruptly stop. The flood of changes and new sensations left me disoriented, but I knew one thing: I wanted more.
I peeked one eye open, noticing that every bit of snake cum that had been plastered onto my skin was now absorbed into my grown, half-serpentine form. I could feel the exact point where my skin ended and my scales began, and I touched the strange discontinuity with both hands. Experimentally, I started moving my tail around, shifting my weight back into the middle of the table. It felt so powerful, well-protected, strong...
The true serpent slithered his way next to me, inspecting the strange boundary as well. His scaled, clawed hands met my pink, soft human ones and held them against me tightly. He laughed again, as if surprised that the magic had actually worked. "It seems you need a bit more seed to complete the change, human. I take it you are willing to receive it of your own free will now? Would you like..."
Enough talk. I grabbed his stronger, scaled arms with mine and pulled the surprised snake into a kiss, sucking his forked tongue into my mouth. After a few seconds, the alarm in his eyes shifted into contentment, and then lust. He tried to gently pull away again, to speak once more, but I was having none of that. Holding his head with my left hand, I used my right to grab both his hardening shafts and pull them against my hot, tight vent. I locked my eyes onto his; he knew what I wanted. Wordlessly, he assented.
I felt his coils wrap around mine, pulling us into a tight, intimate embrace from our tailtips right up to our locked tongues. He grunted as he positioned himself on top of my new anal vent, precum smearing against the slick scales around it. One of his hands grasped his members together tightly. Wait, was he going to use both at on..?
My thought never finished. I gasped in shock, my mind locked up with searing pleasure as both of the conical snake-cocks penetrated my new, virgin anal passage. They flared apart after entering, spreading me open like a prybar. Thank god the scaled opening was a lot stronger and more flexible than it looked; I felt incredibly, staggeringly full but after the initial penetration it wasn't painful at all. His huge, throbbing cocks were hitting something deep inside my vent that made my own shudder with tingling, arousal that spread like wildfire. As he thrust fiercely into me, his members struck that swollen, huge prostate-like place simultaneously. He hugged me tight against his smooth, slick chest with his burly arms; I tasted every inch of scaled skin I could reach with my tongue as he continued to mount me. There was no way, no possible way on this or any other Earth that we were going to endure this unthinkable pleasure for long.
I brought one hand to my right hemipenis and started stroking it off as fast as I could, the slick, tapered shaft nearly frictionless from all the juices covering it. The pleasure from my filled anal passage heightened the self-pleasure to the point where I was started to feel lightheaded and see spots in my vision, but I was so lost in the moment that it only made me go faster. The serpent-man on top of me gave a low, hissing cry as he approached his climax as well. I could feel every inch of the thick meat inside me as they pulsated, filling up with seed...
His entire body shook as his orgasm began, the coils of his tail tightening powerfully around mine. Two massive torrents of burning, thick serpent cum surged deep into my anal passage, making my insides erupt in a fiery spurt of transformation. Scales surged up my belly and chest, my nipples and belly button disappearing into the smooth plates in an instant. My fingernails morphed into dull claws as my arms grew thick muscles and a scaled coating as well. What little hair was left on my head disintegrated, and a reptilian snout pushed out from my face in a violent spurt of growth. Inside my muzzle, I could feel sharp teeth and fangs replace my flat human teeth, and I could feel my broad tongue lengthen and fork. The speed of the transformation had been staggering. I gasped, sucking in musk-drenched air with my new muzzle, and stroked my right shaft as quickly as I possibly could with my changed hand.
A second hand joined itself near mine, tightly grasping my left shaft. The serpent-man was still cumming deep into me, but he had somehow found the presence of mind to help me finish. I cried out again, hissing as both my snakelike members reached their limit at the same time. Huge gouts of goopy, hot cum shot from the shaft I held, forcing itself between our soft-scaled bellies, making squishing sounds as they rubbed together. The clawed hand holding my other cock suddenly shifted it as it started erupting, pointing it at my own open maw. A steady stream of my own cum shot into it, and I sucked it down with thoughtless lust. We were both crying, hissing, and shaking as our sex came to a close, four orgasms having been split between the two of us in a handful of seconds. Our coils tightened again; more seed leaked from our well-used cocks. The heat, the pressure, the pleasure; it was all too much. The last thing I remembered before I passed out was how nice the damp, warm air of the massage room felt on my scales.
I woke up in a dreamlike fugue, my memory from the last hour hazy and incoherent. I was on a table... yes; I had gone in for a massage, hadn't I? Someone had placed a cold, wet towel on my forehead, which I pulled off. Had I fainted? I remembered being really lightheaded. It wasn't until I went to try and stand up and remembered that I no longer had legs that the daze was broken. For a second, I felt panic begin to well up inside me, but I forced it down. My thoughts seemed so much more clear, focused. Instead of a lot of little and medium sized problems pestering me, I only had one big one to deal with: why had I been transformed into a huge, snakelike creature? Oh well.
I tasted the thick musk that still hung in the air with my forked tongue, savoring it. My body was rich with new sensations and ability; I was going to enjoy getting reacquainted with it. Yes, yes I was.
I could taste the other serpent-man in the room, his flavor well known to me now. Turning my head, my eyes confirmed what my tongue sensed. Vibrations in the air; I could feel him prepare to speak before his muzzle even opened.
"Come. Slide off the table, but take it easy. You are still weak, but everything is as it should be..." He said, his rough voice nearly bursting with pride. I think I saw a tear start to slip its way down his snout, but it could have been sweat or something else. "You are the first to be born into my race in six years, huma... I mean, brother."
I licked the clear lenses of my eyes with my tongue, cleaning the last of my own juices off it. Slowly, I heaved my bulky tail over the edge of the table, and gently rested my weight upon it for the first time. Holding up my upper body was effortless, and gliding across the floor on it was a smooth and natural motion.
He went to the door and opened it, sliding his body out while speaking with his unmoving head. "Come, scale-brother. I have much to teach you, so much..."
Still in a state of wordless shock, I followed him down the hallway. My flowing, slithering movements possessed the same inhuman celerity that his did, although they were inexpert and awkward. I felt my tail bang into a cabinet as I left, although it didn't hurt.
"Where is my boyfriend?" I asked. "Were you going to change him, too?" My voice was raspy and deep, just like his; hearing it surprised me more than anything else. The monumental gravity of the change started to weigh heavily upon me. True, I was free of all my old life, but I had also lost so much...
"Right... over... there." He said, slowly, pointing toward one of the doors along the side of the narrow hallway. "I was, but do not worry. I will spare him your fate, as a personal favor to you."
He had spoken truthfully; my new tongue could sense my boyfriend's familiar taste in the air. I stopped at the door for a second, before an evil thought entered my head. An evil, selfish and incredibly sexy thought. "No... he should join us." I said.
My new brother's muzzle curled into a smirk. "You are most ambitious, young one. But I am far too exhausted to perform the ritual twice in a day."
"Well, that may be..." I said, my smile mirror of his. I adjusted my coils, straightening myself out and preparing to open the door. "But I am not."