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No doubt about it, this was the door. An anxious quadruple-checking of the crumpled leaflet in his talon gave Donny a guarantee of it, but he still felt reluctant to enter, walking in circles between the door and the staircase. Eventually, the gryphon hybrid dug the heels of his paws into the welcome mat, decided to convince himself to enter ; he was not here to overthink and stress out, but for the direct opposite of that. And, come to think of it, if the place looked ordinary to cheap, it was not any different from the man who he booked this reservation with.

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The day was bright but the sky grey, so much that the sun could not be seen, despite being high on its throne of noon. Although there was no imminent risk of rain, people were tucked in warm clothes, their arms crossed to shield their bodies from the biting cold hurled by the wind. This made Donny stand out from the crowd, his avian forearms perfectly exposed to the autumn chill, which did not seem to bother him. He welcomed this weather, an appreciated change from the warmth of his workplace, which had recently become suffocating to him. A need of change was also the reason he was walking away with such determination, sandwich in hand ; thirty minutes for a lunch break was not much, but it was an opportunity to see a new picture, and anything that was not the buildings' pale green walls would do. Donny liked to follow a different route for each of his lunch breaks, not risking having his unique respite becoming what the rest of his working days were : a dull routine. Today, he chose to eat at a plaza a few streets over, his sandwich already about half consumed by the time he stepped on the grey bricks that composed its surface. The square area was not too large, the busy city's many buildings not allowing much of such frivolous use of space, but it remained an enjoyable place for taking a breather, and just seeing strangers nonchalantly go about their days made Donny feel better, despite himself not having the privilege of slowing down.

There was a decently sized crowd spread across the plaza, but one person in particular caught Donny's attention : where most were eating in duos or larger groups, this one was alone ; where most were sitting on benches, this one was sat at a table he seemed to have brought with him, along with... a grandfather clock ? Here, outside like that ? The peculiar individual seemed to be an opossum, male, and nearing his thirties. He wore a dark leather jacket and a beanie, the black colour of these two articles of clothing separated by a red scarf. He was sitting back in a rocking chair -another strange piece of furniture to bring outside, and was blowing air towards the sky, seemingly fascinated by the vapor it turned into when making contact with the cold air. Taking a closer look, the table was more like a desk really, with what seemed to be drawers on its lower part.

-- Ah, good day man ! Need help with something ?

The voice took Donny by surprise, despite coming from right in front of him, from the opossum. By the way he was leaning forward, chin on his wrist and shoulder on the desk, there was not much doubt about who he was talking to ; too intrigued to pay enough attention, maybe because of a lack of sleep, the wolf had not even realised he had gotten so close to the strange man. Well, this was a conversation now.

-- Oh, uhm, not re- I mean hello sir, he stuttered as a response, nearly choking on a bite of his sandwich. I was just, eeeehh...

-- Yeah, the clock huh ? guessed the opossum much to the wolf's relief. Heh, she needed some room, so here I am with my stuff, I'm just glad it's not a rainy day honestly. The good thing is that it pulls in potential customers !

-- Customers ? repeated Donny, baited by the opossum's lingering intonation.

-- Well yeah, I'm not here just to be on the tourists' souvenir pictures ! I am helping a friend with a.. "business" of hers, which is maybe not a good idea since it gets me hauling this relic around, but I'm one to help a good pal, heheh. She sells relaxation sessions, some therapy or whatever, and it's for dirt cheap, 'specially for what you get for your coin !

This made for an interesting twist. Although politeness was the reason Donny was still chatting with the vendor, he suddenly found himself actually interested in the conversation. The offer happened to be particularly convenient, with work having put quite a strain on the wolf as of late. Maybe this oddball was interesting in more than just his incongruous public display after all.

-- I... am interested, actually. What exactly is this therapy like ?

-- Aaaaaah, I'm afraid I'm not allowed to tell ya, the opossum answered, shrugging with exposed palms. She says the surprise is part of the process, and honestly, I can see why.

Now this really seemed-

-- BUT ! Butbutbutbut, before you go thinking this seems fishy, let me say a three-hour rendezvous with our expert is a *whopping* twelve bucks ! I mean, good luck finding this kind of care elsewhere that still charges a price of two digits. And, forgive my honesty, you look like you need it, bud.

That last remark was what retained Donny's attention ; he had been tired, but was it really so obvious ? There was room for concern if his fatigue was becoming visible...

-- So whaddayasay ? Want to take the best gamble of your life ? For twelve bucks, you have more to win than to lose ! I did the maths.

-- Hhmmmm... All right ?

Well, there was no turning back now. Donny knew he should have taken more time to better mature his decision, but his weakened nerves simply crumbled under the pressure of the vendor's inquiring stare. But all things considered, he REALLY needed any kind of stress relief... If this turned out to be a scam, at least he would keep the alleviating comfort of spending money on impulse.

-- Aaaaaall rrrrrrright, mister ! Oh you can start feeling smug, you're gonna know what the FOOLS around us are missing out on. I'll have your page now, please and kindly...

The wolf rummaged through his wallet for the requested money, trying not to think of the disturbed looks the people around were giving him and the strange opossum, who had gathered their attention with the insult he had daringly uttered. If he had the chance to make this choice again, Donny would probably keep his cash for himself. The man seemed to be a few ways out of his box behaving like that, so skepticism was a logical conclusion.

At this point, it was unlikely the merchant would reveal his name, adding another element to his already shady portrait. He stuffed the notes in a front pocket of his jacket, offered a time slot that Donny found convenient, and scribbled a signature on a red ticket before handing it to his customer.

-- There ya go, my friend. You've got everything you need to know on this. Keep it close to your heart, and don't get too impatient with it now, yes ? I know you must be excited, hahah...

-- Yeah, muttered Donny, hearing just how unconvincing he sounded. Can't wait for this, woo.

Lunch break was almost over for the hybrid, so he waved to the merchant and started hastily making his way back to work. At the very least, this encounter made him temporarily forget about work, and that was all he could have asked for. He looked back to the strange vendor one last, finding him watching a hot puff of air turn to smoke above him again, chuckling and speaking to himself :

-- Aaaah, Mira, he sighed. No advertising, and pricing so low... What game could ya possibly be playin here..?

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Donny looked at the door again, then back to the leaflet. It was very obviously a piece of pink copy paper, and the rough, unaligned edges showed it had been cropped by hand using scissors. On it were the address, as well as instructions printed in a pretentious font ; at least, Donny reflected, it was not Comic Sans. It read as follows :

Wait until it is exactly 4PM and enter without knocking.

Leave your shoes and any personal belongings at the entrance and proceed to the next room. You will be guided from there.

The wiseness of leaving keys and wallet unguarded was questionable at best, so Donny had planned ahead and left those at home. Better luck secretly leaving his door open than giving some opossum weirdo the chance to unlock it whenever he wished. The only thing he took with him was his watch, which he was adamant on keeping on throughout this whole thing. He looked at it : just twenty-seven seconds were left until the fated moment. The wolf took a deep breath, and tried to clear his mind of any ill feeling. He was just being cautious, but surely everything would go fine, it had to... Deep down, he really wanted it to, needed it to. The second hand ticked off the seconds, and as it stopped over the increment labelled twelve, Donny quietly turned the door's handle and pushed it open.

It was rather dark inside, and the heavy air got to the hybrid as soon as he stepped inside, a smell very tangible but somewhat delicate, filling his lungs but not saturating his sensitive sense of smell. The place was very quiet, and Donny, intrigued, took of his shoes, mindful not to disturb the silence of the apartment, before pushing open the eggplant purple curtains concealing the next room ; just as he was passing through them, he froze in place.

Before him was a rectangular room, longer than it was wide from his perspective. Doors to either of his sides were shut, difficult to make out in the darkness, the only source of light being a colony of candles lit the opposite side to him, most of them gathered on a small table under the sealed window. The walls must have been white, but only reflected a pale yellow from the glow of the flames, barely any brighter than the long crimson couch and its matching cushions, on the right side of the room. The ground was covered by a carpet exhibiting colourful patterns of some fantastic meaning, but of all of the things in the room, what really caught Donny's attention was the much more exotic element that was spread across all of it, the gigantic serpentine body.

The beast was... not enormous, no, the term was not accurate, the snake more long than it was large. Donny tried to trace the body between its two extremities, but it was no use, the serpent's coils piled on top of one another, laid across the furniture, looping around themselves... Keeping track of the snake's progression was made even harder by the pattern on its back, night sky blue crescents on teal scales, the motif repeating itself along the animal's spine. A very pale blue peeked out where its segmented belly scales were visible, almost completely white. Behind the sea that was the reptile's body, the snake's tail was using the flickering flame of a candle to light a stick of incense, her head carefully watching, ensuring the procedure was properly handled. This explained the strong smell floating in the air, heavy as it fell down over Donny...

He thought of taking his chance and escape, before the distracted predator would notice him. The fuming stick was placed on its incense holder, and the reptile's attention was brought on the wolf instead, a slitted, silver eye on the side of the snake's head staring at him from across the room. Its forked tongue briefly appeared with a hiss, a dark, glistening silhouette against the light, and that sound was soon replaced with that of the rustling of scales, coils adjusting their positions throughout the entire room. Donny felt really small in the animal's presence, and did not know where to put himself with the serpentine body covering most of the room. He realised how strange his calm was, as such a large predator was quite dangerous to stay in range of. Yet he did not feel in danger, perhaps because of the effectively relaxing ambiance, or perhaps because of the snake's peaceful attitude, its movements subtle and calculated. But even that was not as charming as its deep, soft voice was when it finally spoke :

-- Ah, welcome customer. Thank you for your punctuality, I appreciate it dearly. Come in then, and make yourself comfortable wherever you want ; my gues~sts are kings.

After a bit of hesitation, the wolf complied, or rather decided he would ; in reality, the many coils filling the room made the offer difficult to accept. The serpent must have understood that, or maybe it was luring him into agreeing, because its coils gathered away from the couch, forming a path its guest could pass through to sit on the cushioned crimson. Donny was a little wary, every step forward making him more vulnerable, and he would be trapped if the opening were to close behind him. But despite this intimidating thought, he decided to seize his courage and accept the reptile's offer, carefully treading his way to the left edge of the couch, sitting down leaflet in hand. The snake noticed the roughly handled piece of paper, and demanded :

-- I see you were mindful to bring your reservation. Could I please have it ?

Donny nodded, still too shy to speak, and held the paper out so that the snake may take it. Its tail crawled onto the couch and reached for the wolf's talon, curling in his palm to grab the worn out ticket. Their very first contact ; the tail felt surprisingly soft in his claw, the edges of each scales little bumps rolling against his skin. The appendage did not wait and withdrew from his hand with the leaflet, leaving the wolf intrigued to experience the sensation again. He sneakily put his left hand down on a coil sitting next to him on the couch, fighting off the idea of caressing it. Instead, he tried finding a distraction in the snake checking the ticket, but to his surprise, it put it on the table without so much as a glance at it. The snake gave an amused smile in response to his puzzlement :

-- We are not here for formalities, too much of a bother for my haven. You must be Donny, for the odds have it you are not an intruder who stepped through this open door jus~st by chance, and furthermore...

With a singing chuckle, her head swayed over the armrest opposite to Donny, climbing onto the couch with him. It was a her, Donny was almost sure of it, her voice and demeanour gave him this feeling.

-- ... Most would have absconded to s~safety upon finding themselves face to face with a giant python in an enclosed space. Unless perhaps~s they had some money in the trade, keeping them with me ?

All of a sudden, the idea of escaping seemed tempting to the hybrid, although out of reach by now. But even he had the chance to flee, Donny thought he would probably stay in company of the imposing predator. Oddly, he did not feel at risk with the snake, only a little uncomfortable.

-- Oh, heheh, well it isn't for the money really, the ticket wasn't too costly anyway, Donny replied embarrassed, self-awarely bringing his hand back to his lap. But I must say I did not expect something... uuh, someone like you, sorry miss..?

-- My name is Miraya, the snake replied, slithering closer to her guest. It is a pleasure having you here today.

-- Miss Miraya then, lovely name. Well, I too am glad to be here, even tho-

-- Are you certain of that ?

Miraya had tilted her head to the side inquisitively, a glimmer of true curiosity in her eyes. It was rather visible to Donny, especially with how close to him she had crawled, her neck covering over half the length of the couch.

-- I-I, stuttered Donny, surprised by the sudden question. Yes ? I mean, of course...

He jumped as something large spread over the side of his left leg. Looking at the unforeseen touch, he found the coil Miraya had next to him this whole time, which had moved closer to press against his pants, slowly sliding to the floor.

-- Hm. Donny, please listen clos~sely...

There was a ripple running from the snake's head down to her neck, and in line with the fluidity of that movement, the reptile reached forth, passing herself behind the wolf's neck and turning right to bring her head in front of his, swiftly planting her eyes into his again. She flicked her tongue then, watching Donny stiffen in panic at the almost complete lasso laid around this vital part of his body.

-- Make no mis~stake, dear : you are free to leave anytime you want. Know that I would not be ups~s~set, if that is what worries you. If money is of concern, res~st assured you can have it back. But if we are to go through, if you are to enjoy my s~s~services, I ask one thing of you, for your own good...

A little pull and her neck curved some as more of it was brought across his shoulders and around, curving under her chin and pushing to the side of Donny she had left unoccupied, finishing the collar she had started. Wrapping a loop around the mammal's neck, which, if she desired to, could become a lethal hold at a moment's notice, and that Donny knew, his pulse accelerating under the influence of adrenalin.

-- The one thing I must be sure of, is that you trus~s~st me, Donny.

Miraya remained there, suspended still in front of the wolf, earnest and attentive. Instinctively, Donny had brought his talons up to his neck, his digits effortlessly sliding between the scales and his throat. Yet they stopped there, the wolf resisting the urge to pull the loop away from himself. It was true that the serpent coiling around his neck was ominous, but thinking about it, it was not any more threatening than the giant python herself. And if the latter seemed safe, then maybe the former were too...

The hybrid refocused his attention on Miraya. She had not moved, and was passively observing him, occasionally flicking her tongue through the incense-filled air. By the looks of it, he was the one who would have to make a move, the serpent just waiting for him to do so. In fact, if she really had any ill intent towards him, he would have been overpowered by powerful bands of snakeskin already... With that in mind, he let his fingers slip free of the coil around his neck, keeping them in range still, in case the grip tightened. The collar began moving, so he tried his best to remain calm, and as expected, no choking came. The coil simply shifted, adjusted, tightening in places but giving some more room in others, evening the overall pressure and better embracing the underside of his head and muzzle. It now felt... rather nice actually, reminding him of the pillows that are put around one's neck for car travels, except Donny never found them comfortable, unlike this. Miraya gave a little encouraging smile.

-- Do you... mind, if I take some time ? Donny whispered, as if afraid of bothering the serpent.

-- Be my gues~st, she warmly lisped.

With a faint smile and a fainter sigh, Donny let his back fall onto the couch, careful not to squeeze the part of the coil behind him. He brought his right talon to his neck again, this time on the outer side of the collar, filling his palm of its girth and bringing his hand to and fro, watching the gorgeous patterns show and disappear between his fingers as he brushed the softness of those scales. His other talon found the larger coil that had pressed against his leg, lifting its compliant weight and resting it across his legs, feeling its mass squish as it pressed against his jeans, heavy but gentle. There, as he sat restricted by Miraya's hold and weight, any chances of escape out of reach, Donny understood that he could trust her. He pushed deeper into the couch as he relaxed, his breathing regular, his heart calm. It was all still a little alien to him, something he had not expected to find himself entangled in today, but he now realised there was definitely some charm to it, and he was getting more confident in exploring it.

The python's head drew closer, and with that, more of her neck crawled onto Donny's shoulders. This time however, feeling his own pulse against the coil hugging him so close, he managed to stay calm, his breathing hiccuping for hardly a moment.

-- You s~seem to have grown accustomed to my presence, observed Miraya.

-- I'm glad I did ! beamed Donny in response. If you want to continue, I think I'm ready. Sorry again if I was weird at first, miss Miraya.

-- That is very much all right, dear. Now, one last thing to get out of the way before we begin...

The coil on Donny's legs moved then, a drag that covered his lap and even rubbed against his stomach.

-- In case you had not guess~sed already by now, my caring methods bring a certain focus to mass~s~sage, with an expertise I take pride in. Naturally, something you might be seeing right now is that it cannot be done if you are wearing clothes.

Truth be told, having felt the scales against the fur of his neck, he had wondered what it would be like, not having clothes blocking off the cool touch of the serpent. But now that she was actually suggesting it herself, he felt the blood rush to his cheeks.

-- You must be in your underwear for me to proceed ; I will not reach beyond that boundary, of cours~se. All I need to know before we start is : will you take your clothes off yours~self ? Or do you prefer leaving the res~s~sponsability to me ?

Suddenly, the hybrid was very aware of Miraya's presence. Her head, which had gotten so close that he could feel her hisses gently blow the cloudy air against his nose. Her coils, especially the one on his legs, pressed neatly in the fold of his figure ; ever so slightly pushing his shirt upward, revealing his belly fur ; dangerously covering his inner thigh. His mind assaulted by the intimacy floating around them, he thought of an answer to give. He really tried to decide what to answer. It was not long before his heart, pounding out of his chest, decided for him.

-- It would make more sense to leave this to you, I-I assume ?

The python nodded, her eyes shutting during the motion and a supportive smile appearing on her snout.

-- I agree, Donny. You can leave this to me. You can leave it all to me, you know...

Something wrapped itself above the wolf's left elbow, and looking at it, he discovered the snake's tail, trailing its way to his chest before grabbing the collar of his shirt and giving a little pull. Donny could not contain a yelp of surprise, the tug bringing his attention back to the serpent's head. His gaze found her two now open eyes, this time glimmering with new patterns... His stare remained on them.

-- You will leave yours~s~self to me entirely now, Donny... Will you not ?~

No answer came. The wolf's mouth was slightly agape, frozen in what seemed to be surprise, his eyes open in fascination, and his irises starting to reflect the snake's. Her serpentine pupils were glowing a captivating white now, circles of light greens falling inward into them, followed by a circle of clear silver or pale white melting into the purity of the two slits, the cycle then repeated with a new shade of green. The same happened in Donny's eyes now, only his circles moved outward from his pupils ; it was as if Miraya was concentrating these visuals and pouring them into her guest's eyes, filling his mind and vision with the soothing dance of irregular colours.

Seeing her customer was at a loss for words, Miraya gave a patient smile, preparing to execute a series of coordinated movements. The leash that was her neck tightened, the excess of available coil nestling under the canine's chin, forcing his muzzle upward. This allowed the serpent to keep his stare on her eyes as she rose above him, her snout pressing against his nose, serving as an anchor point when she tilted her head towards his, her mesmerising eyes edging so, so very close...

-- Well Donny, are you not going to ans~swer me ? I thought you trus~s~sted your friend Miraya...

But it was so hard for Donny to think about anything, and just understanding why was exhausting... He would rather mindlessly stare into those eyes. When the reptile had laid her gaze on him, he had begun feeling soft, weary, too tired to hold the weight of his own body. He simply relied on Miraya holding him so he could keep focusing on the circles pulling at his attention. The warmth of the colours cut into his thoughts like he was butter, filling his head full of honey, a sweet pool his senses sunk into. He could not surface from this trance, every second took him deeper, the promise of peace and bliss taking form. The wolf let the rhythm of the circles carry him, he followed them down the path of submission. He trusted the snake to be his guide on this journey, he trusted himself to her, he... He would...

-- Mmmhhmm, I will, be, yours, M~Miraya...

Just as he finished droning these words of devotion, a tingling satisfaction took over him. Miraya was right, it was already wonderful, just giving in, letting her place his mind under her spell. He was so glad he had decided to trust the python and her gorgeous eyes.

-- S~s~splendid, the snake answered with a gratifying pat on the wolf's head. Let us not wait any longer then. You mus~st be s~s~soooo eager to begin, hm ?

Without any hesitation, Donny placidly nodded, too sluggish to show his impatience in a more obvious way. As his chin moved down, he almost fell forward, for the coil supporting his neck had unwound itself, and the large one that laid on his lap withdrew as well, pulling his pants down with it as it fell. The tail took hold of the bottom edge of his shirt at his belly and began wringing it upward, keeping it compact not to interrupt the tantalising staredown when it was quickly passed over the wolf's face, his arms passively lifting to be rid of the piece of clothing. And just like that, without an effort of his own, Donny found himself in his underwear, ready to experience the full extent of the python's care.

Something glimmered in the corner of Donny's eye, and his intuition suggested it was his precious watch the snake was taking away from him. He accepted the snake allowing herself to take his prized possession. Anything she wanted, he desired more.

Now, Miraya's head too was pulling away, the shrinking sight of her eyes compelling the wolf to follow her. Hardly aware of his own movements, he stood up, and dragged his paws over the coil-covered floor, the python leaving spots free of her body for him to set foot. Arms dangling at his sides, he followed the reptile's swaying lead, her hypnotising stare beckoning him to do so. He could sense the coils brush against his ankles, reaching higher with every step, the path taking him to the deepest parts of the sea of coils. Soon enough, his paw got stuck on a portion curled too tight, and he nonchalantly tripped, his arms making no move to stop the fall. But his peace of mind bore no pain, for just before he gracelessly landed, the watchful serpent stopped his descent with her tail, holding the tip against his forehead and slowing his drop to a halt. Donny remained stiff in this position, his entire body at a low angle, only held by his two paws and the snake's tail, the curve of his neck allowing him to keep on looking into the peace-inspiring circles that drew closer to him.

-- Aaah, what gives ? sang a familiar, comforting voice. Are you too exhaus~s~sted to even walk ? There, let me help...

The suspended wolf felt something flex in the tail, and it came winding itself around him, coils getting thicker as they spiraled downward. It wrapped behind his neck and onto his left shoulder, continuously applying more of itself against his exposed fur. Across his chest then, and over his right arm, covering a portion of his back before reappearing to his left to wreathe itself over his navel, pinning the second arm to his side. A coil was placed on his rump, the sensible part protected by his remaining piece of clothing, before coming around to bring his legs together, with a coil around the thighs and one firmly binding the calves. Now comfortably kept taut by the snake, Donny was lifted above ground by powerful muscles, finding below him the complacent snicker of the reptile among the endless carpet of teal that seemed to fill the entire room.

Miraya chuckled, and blinked, her eyes back to their usual silver when they opened. Donny could have felt a crushing disappointment from this change, but he felt quite content the way he was then, having been exposed to the spell for quite some time, his head full of its syrupy blessings. He simply kept a woozy smile on his face, watching as he was brought to the snake and her incense table. The wolf saw her tail reach for a stick, but being wrapped around him, it ran short of length before getting there. To compensate, the serpent began pulling on the hold she had on her client, dragging her segmented belly scales across his fur and spinning him in slow circles. This got a delighted sigh from him, feeling his body caressed all over at once by the encompassing softness, the constrictor just lightly kneading into him, keeping him close and secure. And the coils grew larger, and the gaps between them grew thinner, especially as more loops added from around the wolf's legs.

Donny began feeling drowsy, being kept in this comfortable embrace, in this dark room, with this charming lady. She looked at his sleepy face, holding a stick of incense between the two of them, its heavy smoke falling down in a fountain. Miraya's lips opened just slightly, and she blew at the stick, pushing some smoke into Donny's face, the relaxing cloud quickly disappearing into his nostrils. Feeling a little more light-headed, the hybrid watched the python's smile widen, before she blew a second time, this time a strange phenomenon occurring : her breath was visible, a sort of clear blue mist, escaping the gap of her lips as well as her heat pits, where it cascaded down much like the incense's smoke. The strange vapours mixed in with the stick's, entwined trails splashing against the wolf's face, the lingering blend inevitably thinning out when the canine breathed in. It tingled at his nostrils at first, but the need to sneeze disappeared almost instantly. He felt the clear smoke travel through him, leaving a minty freshness in its wake, and easing his breathing when it reached his lungs. Miraya's mouth closed, and she tilted her head to the side, seemingly observing his reaction. Sure enough, Donny began feeling... light, very light, as if relieved of the weight of his body, floating freely in this tight hug. He felt his mind sink deeper, soothed by the indiscernible aromas produced by the snake ; a discreet touch of vanilla, perhaps ? And something sweet and fruity as well, delicious and dreamy...

While he relaxed his entire body, Miraya continued pushing more of her coils around the wolf, large lassos forming over his legs and pressing onto the next loop. As they kept adding up, so did the pressure exerted on the captive, as a whole but also in coordinated ripples, carefully sending massaging waves over the canine. It was something completely new to him, a massage of a different kind, made only more exotic by his current state of mind, his awareness slipping away. Already his eyes were falling shut to the sound of the many scales sliding over his fur, softening even his sore muscles. He tried his best to keep his eyes on the beautiful snake, but keeping a grip on his attention was so difficult, so tiring...

-- You do not have to resis~s~s~st...

The whisper echoed in his ears, the meaning of the words almost escaping his comprehension. But each syllable the dreamy voice hissed flew into him, pulling him deeper into a state of pure bliss.

-- You are so, s~so tired, my poor dear. Your body aching, your muscles twis~sting with stress~s~s... But worry not, I will fix it all for you. But, for that, I need you... to s~s~s~s~sleeeeep~

Miraya's forked tongue flicked against the edge of his right ear with this final word, its nature like the way it was pronounced precipitating him to a deep slumber. Unable to resist this siren's call, his eyes fluttered shut for good, this time with no attempt to open again. The thick coil around his neck nestled deeper, the scaled pillow cushioning a protective circle against his face. In his last seconds of awareness, Donny felt his paws finally be surrounded like the rest of his body, his tail too being lodged into the all-encompassing massage. And as he thought of this heavenly treatment, really the only thing that was in his mind, he relished the idea of taking it further, of letting himself fall deeper into it, of sleeping free of worries again... And as the dream became a reality, Donny's reality became only dreams.

---

With great focus, Miraya isolated and pushed at a sensible spot in her client's back, undoing the last knot in his body. She felt a short sigh against the coil Donny's muzzle was resting into, sign that she did well, for even in his rest he felt himself relieved of the aching. It had taken a few hours of work on her part, but it was so worth it, if it meant helping this adorable wolf relax, as well as enjoying the warmth he radiated. Spinning an additional coil under the tower keeping him secure, she turned the snoring canine to herself so she could enjoy the calm on his face. A job well done by the looks of it, she thought with a nod. Turning to her table, she looked past the melted candles to check the time on his watch ; the session was ticking its final minutes. A light chuckle resonated in the silent room, and the serpent carefully opened her coils, sliding the sleeping wolf chest down onto a mattress of her own body. Fortunately enough for the both of them, she did not have any other scheduled session for today. Bringing her head forward, she slithered over him, a new blanket forming over him as she went ; the python had a few tricks to show for the few hours they had left to spend together.