The Burning Snake

Story by Serathin on SoFurry

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The patreon exclusive for this month, two guys at their first Burning Man trying to score but no idea of how to do it. Fortunately a helpful soul reaches out to them and leads them to where they can go to find a truly mind, and body, altering experience.

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The normally calm and serene landscape of the desert was abuzz with activity as hundreds of people swarmed to fill it, the normally inhospitable place hosting The Burning Man Festival. For most it was a place to really let loose their wild side, engaging in activities that they would never consider doing in polite society. People in garish costumes walked the sands of the desert as the area became filled with ornate displays of what their creators called art, though the real center piece was the huge pile of kindling that would be the Burning Man. Since it was the first day of the festival things were still chaotic as people were getting settled in for the weekend, but as the heat of the sun turned to the cool night air the partying truly began.

For Sam and Martin this would be their first time at Burning Man, and already they were starting to experience sensory overload as neon lights and loud synth music filled the air. They were still in their street clothes and had mainly come there for one reason; a river of drugs normally flowed through the festival and it was well known that anyone could get laid there if they tried just a little bit. Even so there was so much going on around them that the two men had a hard time trying to figure out what to do or where to do to get either of their goals accomplished. As they continued to stand there while several large wire sculptures were paraded past them both suddenly felt an arm on their shoulders.

"You two look like little lost lambs," the stranger said, both Sam and Martin jumping slightly from the sudden presence of this stranger. When they looked at him they saw the man had on only a cape, a pair of fake animal ears and tail, and a speedo, his lean build covered in painted symbols that glowed with a variety of colors. "Looking to party, or is watching more your speed?"

"Oh, uh..." Sam said as both of them backed away. "We're still just trying to get the lay of the land, uh..."

"Just call me Coyote," the man replied, giving them both a grin wide enough they could see the fake fangs he had in his mouth. "I can see in your eyes that you need something to truly embrace the spirit of this place. If you'll follow me, I can lead you to a place where you can become truly enlightened."

The two looked at one another and then back at the grinning man. While they were wary of taking the overly helpful man's up on his offer part of the problem they were having was that they had no idea on what they were doing. It was hard to get any sort of information out of anyone as they danced around the desert, so having someone there offering to help should be a godsend. Though it was possible they were also walking into some sort of trap they decided to take him up on his offer as they nodded their heads.

"That's wonderful to hear," Coyote stated as he immediately turned and motioned for them to follow. "Come, think of me as your spirit guide, I will show you to the promised land."

The two nodded and followed the rather eccentric individual through the crowds, making their way across the sandy landscape filled with people that were really starting to get into the party spirit. More than once both of them had to avoid someone driving by on a motorcycle or lost sight of their guide as someone popped off several colored smoke bombs to create a colorful atmosphere. For them it was sort of like they were in an entirely different world... one that they weren't sure they belonged in as they exchanged worried glances at one another. Eventually the three of them arrived at a tent that sat on the outskirts of the festival and one of the few that actually looked like it belonged in the desert.

As the two wandered onto the large carpet that sat in front of the large tent's door Coyote told them to kick the sand off their feet and leave their shoes and socks on the side. While they did that Sam's head perked up as he heard something that sounded strange, like something rattling in the air before the tent flap opened. "Looks like Coyote has led two more lost souls to my door," the bare-chested man that stuck his head out said, the two watching Coyote go up to him and get a pat on the head before looking back at them. "Well come on in, I'm sure you're not just here for the view."

The two looked at each other as the larger man walked inside with Coyote right behind him, this time both of them hearing the strange sound as they did. Once they had removed their shoes the two made their way inside the tent. As soon as they opened the flap they saw what had created the noise as they lowered their head to avoid the rattlesnake tails that were hanging from the ceiling. Once they got in they saw that the entire large space was a single room and the smell of incense hung in the air as the large man sat on one of the many large pillows that occupied the space.

"So Coyote says that you have something that might help us... uh, enjoy the festival?" Sam asked as the man motioned for them to take a seat while Coyote sat down and snuggled up next to the man. While it wasn't strange for such displays to happen it was still odd for the two who had grown up in rather straight-laced communities see such open affection shared, especially between two guys. "I uh... we're just looking for... you know..."

"Drugs?" the man interjected, causing both Sam and Martin to grin sheepishly and look around before nodding. "You don't have to play coy with me, that's my job. In any case I think I have exactly what you're looking for, something that is definitely going to open your minds."

The two watched as the man stood up, bumping into several of the rattlers that hung there as he went over to a small open flame that had an antique pot on it. They watched as he took it and two shot glasses before moving back over, setting one in front of each before filling them with an amber liquid. "Oh, is this that Gypsum Tea thing?" Martin asked as the man finished pouring and set the pot down on his side of the small table between them. "I saw on some television show once that it can be bad news..."

"I do not deal in such pedestrian street drugs," the dealer scoffed, looking almost offended as he sat back down on his pillow. "This liquid is a special brew handed down to me from those who lurk in the other realm, a world that is hidden to the one that you currently live in. If Coyote has brought you here that means that he sees in you the will to want to experience that world... but I'm going to warn you now, once you truly open your eyes you'll find it next to impossible to close them."

Both Sam and Martin swallowed hard as they looked down at the steaming liquid in front of them. It sounded like a serious trip and both were rather leery of taking a drug that didn't even have a name. But... it was the reason why they were there in the first place and Martin looked in surprise as Sam took the drink and downed it in one gulp. With his friend's confidence helping him along he grabbed his glass and did the same, the liquid being surprisingly sweet with citrus tons that made him wonder if they weren't about to pay for a glass of tea and a placebo effect.

"That was... actually a rather pleasant drink," Sam said, both the man and Coyote grinning at them. "How much do we owe you?"

"I don't charge for my services," the man replied. "Now go out and enjoy yourselves, in a few minutes you should start seeing the effects and I guarantee you'll have a good time. Just make sure to come back and visit, alright?"

"Can do," Martin said as he and Sam stood up. "Did you want us to refer you or anything?"

"If you'd like," the man replied. "They call me Rattler."

The two nodded and walked out of the tent as the other two guys began to kiss one another, Martin glancing back before Sam pulled him aside and looked at him angrily. "Are you serious man?" he hissed, Martin looking at him in confusion. "I heard about this drug from a television show? I'm surprised he didn't throw us both out on our butts when you mentioned that!"

"I just wanted to be sure!" Martin whispered back as they slipped their shoes back on, watching Sam's anger eventually dissipate as he found himself chuckling. "That was kind of funny though, if you think about it."

"Sure it was," Sam replied as he rolled his eyes. "Come on, let's see what happens."

The two waded back into the fray of people dancing and walking around and at first to the two it didn't seem like the liquid they had drank had any effect. As time went on however things started to shift around them... but not in the way they had expected. While colors becoming brighter and the sounds coming from the various speakers in the desert were starting to become distorted it was the people that were changing the most. As one guy passed by them wearing only a set of wings that were strapped to his arms Sam had to blink for a few seconds when it looked like they were really attached to his body. When he tried to get Martin to look he found his friend starting blankly at someone that had on a lizard tail, swearing that it was actually moving around as they started to move forward.

"This... this is definitely not what I was expecting," Martin said as he put his hands in front of his face, Sam watching the other guy rub over them. "I feel... fur, there's fur on my hands Sam. How weird is that?"

Sam was about to tell him that it was just a hallucination from the drugs when he looked down and saw that Matrin's hands did look... very odd. His fingernails looked darker in the neon light of a nearby DJ booth and it did seem like there was sandy fur growing out from the back of his hands. As he was about to reach out and touch it to see if he could actually feel it he recoiled when he saw his own hands. Unlike his friend his skin looked rough and cracked, but as the texture spread over them he realized that they were actually scales! Sam let out a gasp as he could feel his fingernails growing into claws before shaking his head and reminding himself that it was just an effect of the drugs that were in their system.

As he got done investigating his own hands Sam looked back to see that Martin had taken off his shirt and was lying down on the sand, panting loudly. "What, I was feeling hot," Martin said, his face turning up to a grin as he laid there. "Do you see the fur on my chest Sam? It looks like it took coming here to finally make me a man!"

Martin started laughing at his own joke as his hands stroked down the increasingly thick layer of fur that was starting to grow on his chest, though that wasn't the only thing that was happening to it. As his swollen hands attempted to unbutton his pants it felt like his chest was being squeezed, but not in an unpleasant fashion as the thin layer of fat he had on his stomach began to melt away. His focus was on getting off the clothing that was becoming increasingly restrictive and itchy on him, but as he tried to undo the button he found his swollen fingers hard to unclasp it. As he brought them to his face he found that the skin of his palms had grown leathery and black, which only caused another bout of laughter to escape from his mouth.

After a few seconds Martin found himself unable to stop himself, practically rolling around on the sand as he held his sides. Suddenly he felt a pair of hands on his bare sides and thought that Sam was trying to snap him out of it, but when he did look up he saw that not only had his friend disposed of his shirt but was giving him a look he had never seen on the other man before. "You always were such a lightweight," Sam said with a smirk, Martin seeing his dilated pupils suddenly constrict until they looked like they were slits. "Let me help you out with your little problem."

The still giggling male watched in shock as Sam, who up until that point Martin believed was straight, leaned back and started to undo his pants for him. The others in the festival hardly paid them any mind as he suddenly found himself with only his briefs on before they were practically torn off of him as well. Once he was completely naked he watched in surprise as the other man wrapped his scaly fingers around his throbbing erection, causing him to jump slightly as his furred arms pressed down against the sand from the sudden burst of pleasure. Though Sam had kept on his briefs, which looked more like a thong from the tent forming in it, Martin could see more of the scales spreading down the chest, arms, and legs of the increasingly muscular male on top of him.

Even as Sam knelt there on top of his friend, watching his chuckles turn to moans, he still found himself slightly confused despite the lust coursing through his body. As soon as he saw his friend trying to get naked as he pulled off his own shirt and pants he knew he had to help, and the second that he pressed his hands against his skin a wave of pure desire washed over him. Whether it was the drugs or the nature of the atmosphere around him he needed to have that throbbing rod inside of him to spur on his friend. As he pulled his body back he could feel more fur rubbing against his legs as he continued to stroke Martin's cock before he finally got to the point where his lips were practically pressed against it.

Both guys could feel Martin's feet as they began to stretch out, expanding out and rubbing up against the scaled butt of the one on top of him as his toes merged together until he just had three. It was hard to focus on anything else though as Sam began to lick against the sensitive flesh, his body shivering as the tongue licking him split at the end and started to become thinner. "Oh... Sam..." Martin said. "I never knew..."

"Settle down," Sam hissed as he looked back up at Martin, who gasped slightly when he saw his friend's nose merging with the rest of his face. "I'm so horny right now I could fuck that statue of a guy, now I expect you to reciprocate."

Before Martin could say anything he suddenly saw Sam's body shift, staring up at a pair of scale-covered abs that extended down into the straining cloth. He just managed to pull down the underwear in time before Sam lowered himself down and completely engulfed him in his groin. The sudden introduction of his friend's cock into his field of vision had stunned him to the point where there was only one thing he could think of doing, which was open his maw and accept it as his own nose started to darken. With his lusts at a breaking point as soon as his lips stretched over it he found himself only thinking about two things, pleasuring the man on top of him and the blissful sensations coming from his own groin.

The two were unaware of how long they were there in that position, slurping and sucking on one another before finally they both came. As they both allowed the other's seed to flood their mouths they began to realize just how distorted their maws had become. With most of the other's cock inside of it their eyes widened when they saw their own faces in their fields of vision buried up to the furry or scaly groin of the other. The last of their cum splattered against their own bodies and the sand beneath them as the clarity that came after their orgasms allowed them to see what had happened to their own bodies.

"No... no way..." Martin said as he felt over his own face, which was pushed out to look like something on a silicone animal mask. "I didn't think that the hallucinations would be this... realistic..."

As Sam watched the brown-furred man in front of him reach over to feel his ears had started to push out into points as well he could feel a frown forming on his own sudo-muzzle. He had never heard of a drug doing something like this as he saw the tan scales on his chest, which looked much more muscular than before as he could see that the smaller scales on his sides had some sort of brown and tan pattern on them. Plus there was the fact on what the two had just done to one another... and as he watched Martin stand up and look at his sand-covered backside he felt his tongue flick out past his lips without his realizing it. What sort of trip would have them think that they're animal people, Sam thought to himself as he stood up and saw that there was a small bulge just above his rear-end.

"This is too weird..." Sam finally said, prompting Martin to look up at him.

"Maybe it's from all the people in costume that are around," Martin replied as he looked down and wiggled the large paws that were his feet. "Is that what Rattler's drug does? Makes you think you're an animal?"

"Not just us," Sam replied. "Look around, see anything different?"

As both of them scanned the party that was still raging around them they saw that there were more than a few people that looked like they did, the animal costumes that they might have been wearing replaced with actual feathers, fur, or scales. The entire tone of the party seemed to shift and what was worse was that the two could feel their arousals already starting to build again. While part of them wanted to join in the group that was starting to get lewder by the second. As Martin started to gravitate towards it he suddenly let out a yelp and jumped in the air when he felt a tugging sensation against his lower back, turning to see that Sam had grabbed him by the tail he didn't realize he had until that moment.

"Sorry," Martin replied, giggling despite himself as he grinned sheepishly.

"Don't be," Sam stated. "I'm feeling it too, wanting to go in there and wrap my coils around them... I mean..." he shook his head as Martin put a hand on him, giving him a serious look before he gave a small chuckle that caused him to frown. "Whatever Rattler gave us is definitely messing with our heads, I think we need to pay him a visit."

"You might be right," Martin agreed with a small nod. "This all just feels so strange, maybe he can tell us why we're reacting like this. The only thing is... do you remember which way Rattler's tent is?"

About an hour later the two naked men found themselves on the outskirts of the Burning Man festival, the chill night air feeling good against their extremely warm bodies as they trudged through the sands. They were still no closer to finding the tent and they realized only a few minutes ago that they had left their clothes where they had succumbed to their desires. It didn't really matter to them though, especially since during their moving through the desert sand their members had begun to morph and grow to the point where they had thick, foot-long cocks that dangled against their furry or scaly thighs. Their bodies had also grown larger as well, giving them the physique of athletes under their changed skin as they moved up one of the larger dunes to try and get a better view of the entire festival.

"Fuck!" Sam suddenly shouted out as he tumbled forward into the dune, causing Martin to turn back and slide down to see if he was alright. "Yeah, just got a cramp from my feet, looks like they're getting the same treatment yours has."

As he unburied his feet from the sand Sam could see what he already felt, watching as the heel pulled up and his toes grew much larger while growing a pair of thick talons. Thick scales grew up from it and though it was a strange sight to behold as he wiggled his toes, and given the increasingly serpentine nature his face was becoming he thought for a second he might lose them to a snake body. It appeared his drug-fueled mind was going to keep him on two feet though as he tried to stand up, only to sink back down as he felt Martin on top of him. When he looked back he gasped slightly as he saw a pair of golden eyes gleaming in the night.

"Hey, what do you think you're doing?" Sam said, only to hear a growl as fur pressed against his scaly back.

"I... I can't help it," Martin replied, wrapping a furry arm around the waist of the scaled male beneath him while the other had begun to guide his leaking cock beneath the bump that was starting to stretch out into a tail. "Seeing that butt of yours, I've been so needy. This doesn't have to change anything between us, we can just blame the drugs and the festival, plus it's my turn to be the dominant one..."

Sam heard Martin start to cackle and huffed, knowing that the hyena would pull something like this on him. He was right though; this was a festival and time for them to really let loose as he felt his own cock starting to stiffen as he shifted his legs in the sand. As the haze of lust continued to fog over their minds their new natures began to surface, the hyena feeling the grin on his face stretch as he finally got his rod between the cheeks of the male viper beneath him and began to push in. Soon both males were starting to groan as Sam felt the thick cock slide inside of his tailhole, feeling his tail getting pushed to the side as it continued to extend out from his spine. He could feel every grain of sand against his scales as he let out a low, loud hiss while his own fangs extended.

As Martin began to push down and spread open the insides of the male beneath him the snake beneath him shuddered in delight, somehow knowing that this would happen eventually. The two humans that had walked into that Burning Man festival were gone, instead replaced with the two horny, rave-ready creatures that were on that dune as their transformations finished off. As Sam's mouth opened and his breathing quickened his jaws stretched even more as his nostrils flared up for a second before merging into the scaled flesh just like his ears. For Martin he could feel his own ears pushing up into a point while his hips thrusted forward, eager to bury every inch of his bone into his friend below as the thought of such an analogy caused him to break out into a fit of laughter once more.

"Will you quit your cackling and shove it in me already?" Sam said with an angry hiss. "If you're not going to go balls deep then I'll find another creature that will!"

Martin was more than happy to oblige and Sam let out a loud gasp as he suddenly felt several inches of the thick hyena cock impale him, causing him to sink even deeper into the sand that he was stuck in. Before he could start getting really into it though the snake turned himself around, pressing his scaled back against the sand and putting his taloned feet up into the night air. Part of the reason was so he could see the face of the one pushing into him, the pits that had formed into his nostrils showing his heat signature, and to allow him to stroke his own cock while he was being plowed into.

"Fuck yes Hyena," The snake man said as he was hilted, feeling their bodies press together as the entire foot of cock inside him caused his scaled abs to bulge up. "Keep going."

"You got it Viper," The hyena man replied, a savage grin on his face as he began to pump even harder into the male beneath him. Their minds were filled with more than just the sex they were having, both thinking about what they would do after their rutting on the dune was complete. The two normally reserved males couldn't wait to get into the fray, Viper looking forward to getting his scales painted while burying his cock into some other desert creature while Hyena wanted to laugh the night away while in the company of others just like them...

Unbeknownst to the two they were not the only ones in that part of the desert, two sets of eyes watching them. A lithe, tan-furred coyote guy was stroking his cock as he sat in the embrace of a much larger rattlesnake man whose tail and legs were wrapped around him. "Looks like we have two more satisfied customers," Coyote said to Rattler. "Did I do good?"

"You wouldn't be getting your treat now if you didn't," Rattler replied, grinning as he took his own maleness that was completely embedded inside the tailhole of the male and pushed it up even further to make his point. "It'll be nice to have another scaly at this festival, had so many canines and birds lately I didn't think anyone was going to join the path of the serpant."

"Do you really think that it's going to stick?" Coyote asked, tilting his head back to look into the rattlesnake's eyes. "When they wake up tomorrow they're going to remember being human and possibly run for the hills, which while funny since they'll still be in their animal forms and naked means that they'll never come back."

"I rarely had someone that tasted my venom and not come back for more," Rattler replied. "And if they come back for answers then I can employ other methods to... persuade them to come back for the next Burning Man, and the next one, and the one after that." As he spoke he rattled his tail and stared into the eyes of the Coyote, watching as his eyes became glassy and his muscles loosened. While he had no need to enthrall someone that was practically his devoted servant both enjoyed the sensation as Rattler looked out at the two that were still going at it under the moon.

"Yesssss... I think they're going to make wonderful additions," Rattler said as he stroked the chest of Coyote. "Pretty soon we're going to have make a little settlement out here and run something bigger than the Burning Man. Maybe we could call it the Burning Snake... I'm sure all the others would very, very much like that..."