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SSSSSAUNA

It was a long drive to get to this convention, and despite your best efforts, you don't quite feel up to mingling yet. The sauna seems like the best place to relax a bit and unwind before you really try and make a night of it.

The placard on the plain white hotel door reads "SAUNA," but someone has scribbled a few S's at the start in black marker, changing it to "SSSSSAUNA."

You pass through the door into a small locker room, and already you can feel the humidity as you breathe, each lungful of air making your lungs feel heavier. There's a frosted glass door leading to the sauna proper, and it looks empty, just a white tiled room with a depression in the middle filled with arabesque patterns of brown, black, and grey.

Perfect.

You peel off your clothes and shove them in a locker before walking barefoot to the glass door. The steam billows around you as you open it, like the balmy breath of some primordial creature, smelling faintly of cedar and basalt. Already you can feel yourself begin to sweat from the heat, beads prickling along your forehead as you walk towards the sunken ten-foot-wide depression in the middle of the room.

As you near the rim of the bowl though, your vision swims. The patterned tiles in the middle of the room shift, slithering past each other in concentric bands. They rise up in the steamy air, tiles actually turning out to be ornately patterned scales.

"Ohhh, it seems we have a guest," the desert colored naga's tail shivers as he stretches out, filling the room with the sound of an eager rainstick. His voice is a deep bass rumble.

"Indeed. You must forgive us for taking up all the space. We weren't expecting company." The other naga's hood flares out as he speaks in a comforting baritone, a spiraling grey spectacle pattern revealed that's hard to look away from.

Both of their bodies have no legs, just humanoid torsos and thick, winding tails with grasping scutes. They both slither around the bowl, bunching up their coils, leaving a section of the inner rim in the depression for you to sit down on.

"Please, do join us. We love company . . ." The rattlesnake grins as he crosses his arms and looks up at you, unblinking yellow eyes gleaming, pupils pulling into thin slits.

"Oh yes, please do. We'd love to get to know you," the cobra joins in, head swaying from side to side, inky pupils expanding. Your head rocks automatically as you follow the calming movements. "Please, come relaxsss." his rich velvety voice rings in your mind as he pats the edge of the white tile bowl next to him.

It's like you've been hooked by an invisible line, feet padding towards them before you've fully processed why. You lower yourself down slowly, eyes still locked with the black and grey cobra. His face presses towards you, forked tongue flickering out, slippery tines just brushing over the tip of your nose.

Two warm scaly hands wrap around your shoulders from behind.

"Ohhh, so much tension here." The rattlesnake breathes in your ear, pulling the warm bulk of his torso against your back. "Looks like you came to the right place," he assures you. "We're very good at helping people relaxssss . . ." You look up and see his slitted eyes staring down at you, dark gashes in glittering topaz. His tongue flicks down against your forehead and he grins, almost as if he likes the way you taste.

They both pull their bodies closer, endless thick coils draped over the edges of the bowl.

"Wouldn't you like us to help you deal with all this stresssss, hmmm?" The dark cobra sways before you, reaching in with a three taloned hand and cradling your chin.

You can't help but nod up at him. You do want to relax. It's so very kind of him to offer to help . . .

The cobra sinks before you, running his hands down your body, making you shiver despite the heat as his claws trace down your legs.

"Hmmm, there is certainly a lot of tension here," he rumbles as he holds your feet in his hands, kneading them gently. "I've never really understood legs . . ." he pronounces the word like an expletive.

"Nor I," the rattlesnake chimes in, resting his chin on top of your head. "Your muscles must be so tired . . ." His hands slide down your back and squeeze in at your ass. "Woudn't you like us to help and sssssmooth you out?" His scaly palms grind forward against your thighs.

You are pretty sore after all that driving. Their hands feel so nice rubbing against you, kneading the stress out of your legs. Your entire world focuses in on the feeling of their strange hands kneading at your body and the calming sound of their voices ringing out in the hot and heavy air.

You lose track of time breaths slowing as they massage in at your body from every angle.

You sigh with contentment.

"Oh, nothing to say, hmm? That's understandable," The dark cobra simpers, pushing himself up and pressing his broad, warm chest against yours. "Actions do speak louder than words after all. So here, let's find a better use for that naughty little mouth of yours . . ." He rises up slightly higher on his tail, chest sliding up past your face.

You blink, eyes slowly coming into focus on a tight vertical slit just above the creatures bared dark skinned asshole. You breathe in, drinking in his scent of sandalwood and reptilian musk that percolates up into your brain, making warmth flush through you, your cock stiffening against his ashy scutes.

"That's right, it's delectable, isn't it?" the rattlesnake coos from behind you. "The scent of male serpent, given freely as a gift to our most honored guest." He presses at the back of your head with tender insistence. "Why don't you get a bit closer?" His tongue flickers in your ear, the hairs on the back of your neck prickling up.

You can't help but drink in the cobra's seductive scent with every quickening breath. You close your eyes, pushing forwards until your lips meet the edges of his scaly slit.

"There you go." He grinds his crotch up against your face. You can feel his muscles twitch under his smooth, banded scutes. "Have a tasssste." He grins, staring down at you with unblinking eyes, watching your nostrils flare as you drink in the deep richness of his masculine scent.

"Yessss, that's right." The rattlesnake leans in, tongue flickering in your ear. He reaches around you, one hand gripping in against your chest and kneading as the other presses your face against the cobra's smooth scales. "Drink deep."

You can't help it as you follow their commands, heat blooming in your body as you tentatively lap out with your tongue, sliding up the smooth scaled slit, feeling it quiver. You smack your lips, hazy mind processing the faint flavor, earthy and raw: powerful. You need more. You wrap your arms around his body and press your face in again, licking up with more hunger, mind fizzing with need as your cock stiffens between your legs.

"Just give in to your desiresss," the cobra hisses, running his talons through your hair. "Let yourself have what you've always wanted."

The soothing comfort sinks into your mind as you take a deep, musk laden breath and then push forward with your tongue into his tight, ashen slit. Tasting the salty tang as his hot walls clench around you makes your heart pulse up in your throat. You can't help but lap in again and again, any hesitation lost as you eagerly make out with his slit.

"Thisss is what you have always wanted, isn't it?" The rattlesnake's tail fills the room with a sound that matches your shuddering. His hand reaches down between your legs, thick digits wrapping around your member and slowly pumping up and down. "Taste his virility. His essence. Feel it sink into your soul."

"That's right, my hungry little human. Perfection is addictive." The cobra grinds his slit forwards against your face. Every lick is getting harder and harder though, his insides tightening with every lap. Your brows furrow in frustration.

"This is what you've always wanted though, isn't it? To be like us? Strong, massssculine . . ."

"Well you can. We can taste how eager you are." The rattlesnake hisses in your ear. "All you have to do is tell us that you want it." He squeezes your turgid cock in his smooth scaly grip. "You do, don't you?"

You don't even need to think before nodding your head before you lap in at the cobra's increasingly taut slit. Why wouldn't you want to be like them, so smooth, and strong, and sexy . . .

"Yessss," they both hiss as one. "Let it be done."

As soon as they speak the words, an icy flash runs through your body, even in the sweltering heat of the sauna.

Your tongue feels numb for a second, squirming inside of the cobra's slit. When you draw it back, it flicks against your lips, slippery tines sliding back into your mouth. Whereas his flavor was muted before, now it blazes into your consciousness, your lengthening tongue coated in his cloying juices. Your tongue flicks out again automatically as your eyes focus on his slit. The edges slowly bulge, spreading as two pink fleshy lengths pulse out inch by inch. Your tongue darts out automatically, tines tickling the tips of his fleshy shafts, returning the taste of his raw lust to you as you shiver.

"Very good. We still have a lot of work to do though," the rattlesnake chuckles from behind you, pulling your face away from the Cobra's serpentine spires. His corded muscles bulge under his desert-colored scales as he lifts you up with ease, turning you to face him as he slithers into the center of the white tiled depression.

You pant out, mind still clouded by the new tastes and smells of reptile lust as he begins to coil around you. His long thick body squeezes around your hips. He reaches down, rubbing his own talons over his plump slit as his own shafts start to swell out. Your vision blurs as he then rubs his claws along your lips, under your nose. His scent is so distinct, petrichor, like a sand dune after a rainstorm.

"Yesss. Let us help you get rid of that tension . . ." the cobra joins in, wrapping his dark coils around you, alternating his dark bands with the rattlesnake's sandy brown ones.

Their smooth scutes grip in at your thighs, then your calves, then your feet, pulsing with heat, wrapping you tighter and tighter in their affection. Their two sets of twin shafts grind up against your sides as their tails squeeze in tighter and tighter, the soles of your feet pressed together as the pressure increases. It should be alarming, but you can't help but be excited, even as your bones begin to creak under the writhing pressure.

The rattlesnake's black tongue flickers out across your face before he leans in and presses his scaly lips against your own. You melt into the kiss as he writhes around you. His tongue darts into your mouth, entwining with your own. You groan out, jaws creaking, teeth pulling out into fangs as you mash your tines against his. Your tongue pulls down against the bottom of your mouth into a fleshy sheath. He slides his own tongue over the roof of your mouth and you can taste him with crystal clarity, his passion coming into perfect focus as your face stretches forwards. Your nose flattens, nostrils pulling apart as gleaming azure scales fan out from your lips, covering your face and starting to prickle down your neck.

They squeeze your legs tighter and tighter, your muscles tensing, bulging out as you're kneaded from every angle. Trying to move feels different, like you're trying to grasp against their tails without separating your legs at all. You can't even feel your feet anymore, just a strange wriggling heat as your bones creak and grind.

The cobra squeezes his wide coils around your hips, squeezing your balls and the base of your cock.

"Hmm, these always look so out of place on the outside," he muses. His clawed hand slides down your front, tracing down the edge of your turgid member, working his way between his coils and your flesh to squeeze insistently at your testicles.

You gasp and writhe against him, the pressure worrying, but not painful.

"So very delicate." He squeezes in again, rubbing in with the heel of his hand. "Let me help you with this," he hisses softly in your ear.

You can feel your balls swelling in his grasp, but even as they do, the skin of your sack tightens against them.

"You should keep them somewhere safe, like a proper ssssserpent." He squeezes in tighter, the pressure overwhelming before there's a comforting pop as they both sink back into your body, leaving a taut blank stretch between your ass and shaft. You can still feel them as they churn inside of you, your cock jerking as the sensations continue to change.

The idea of being a serpent like them sets your nerves on fire. Their smooth scales and long winding bodies, flickering tongues, piercing eyes, and stiff, pulsing members.

You want that.

You pull back from your kiss with the rattlesnake, spine creaking as they constrict around your legs. Muffled, lurching pops resonate in the small, steamy room as your flesh sticks together, bones slowly merging and then stretching out vertebra by vertebra. You see a brilliant blue band wriggling between their coils and it takes you a moment to realize that it's you, your fusing legs drawn out into a muscular serpentine tail. Moving it feels alien, your forming icy blue scutes gripping against their hot, smooth bodies.

"What a delightful serpent you make." The rattlesnake grinds his hips against your side, twin shafts both leaking out clear musky pre against your now scaly sides. He takes your hands in his own, thick fingers entwining with your spindly ones. "Such poise and grace . . ."

Your fingers quiver, bones creaking together as your thumbs swell. Your nails thicken, dark claws curving out as you squeeze back.

"And such beauty . . ." He flicks his tongue across your face. You bend your neck back and close your eyes, letting the slippery tines drag over your eyes.

"I'm sure you're tired of this darkness though: your sight constantly dimming over and over again." As he licks over your eyelids, they slowly grow numb and stiff. You haven't opened them, and yet you can see the dim, hazy light of the steam room.

"This is much better, yes? Such beautiful eyes you have." You find yourself staring into the dark slits of the rattlesnake's round yellow eyes, with your own, covered by lens-like polished scales. You can think of no better way to thank him than to press forwards into another kiss, your coppery eyes locked unblinking with his own.

Your lower body is kneaded out longer and longer, new muscles straining into existence under your glossy blue scales.

And then a new sensation. The cobra reaches back, sliding over you before grabbing the tip of your new tail. He squeezes, pulling the end of your twitching body back along yourself and teasing the underside with a claw. "What lovely scales," he simpers, turning your tail to watch the light glisten off the crystalline blue scales.

"You still have much to learn though . . ." He stares at you as he brings the tip of your squirming tail up to his lips. His warm tongue flicks against it before he draws it into his maw and starts suckling, the tugging sensation foreign and alluring as you squirm.

He then draws your tail from his maw slowly. "Let me help you help yourself . . ." He grins as he lowers your glistening tail tip down brushing it against the edges of your cock, making you hiss out into the rattlesnake's muzzle. "Because you'll need it . . ." He takes the tip of your tail and slides it down past the base of your cock, resting it against the taut, now deep blue skin of your asshole.

The rattlesnake pulls back, feeling your entire elongated body shudder as the cobra presses forward with gentle insistence. Your tongue lashes out at nothing, your focus honed in on your clenched ring of muscle pulsing and squeezing at . . . yourself. Your pupils dilate, a garbled hiss escaping your lips as he presses you inside of yourself, and your own tail squirms inside of you as your ass clenches down around your tail.

The rattlesnake slithers around you, rattling with excitement, flickering his tongue against your smooth scaled chest and your belly, before tasting the pre welling up and dripping down your erect member. "I can taste how much you want this, but you're not quite ready yet. Let me help . . ." His eyes flash up at you before he engulfs your cock in his balmy maw.

Your coils quiver as your tail jerks inside of you. The cobra presses your length forwards deeper into your ass, before letting you slide back, building up a rhythm, stretching you slightly wider every time.

You buck your hips against the Rattlesnake's muzzle. His tongue encircles your cock, dragging along it as he suckles. Your length jerks in time with your ass grinding down against your tail. Heat bubbles up in your belly, your maleness pulsing and throbbing, swelling and bulging. He laps in at the head of your spire, making electric stars flicker in your perpetual vision. He continues licking in, harder and harder until there's a strange lurch, sensations multiplying as you can feel both sides of his sweltering maw at once. You grab his shoulders, hissing out as his slippery tongue grinds down accompanied by a sensation like peeling scotch tape from your skin followed by an overwhelming extasy.

The rattlesnake slides back with a lusty gasp just as the cobra finally lets your tail slide from your stuffed asshole. Your squirm as your clench shut after it.

It takes you a moment to even get your bearings, lust blinding you now more than your eyelids ever had. You stare down unblinking at your unveiled twin shafts, girthy and glistening in the steamy light. They both pulse as you reach down to touch one, hissing in at the overwhelming sensitivity, need ringing through your long scaly body.

"Perfection," the cobra beams.

"Immaculate," the rattlesnake agrees.

They both grind in, mashing their glistening shafts against your own as you leak out two trails of glistening pre. You can taste yourself in the air, a scent so like their own: reptilian and virile, but with a hint of late spring frost.

"But you want more, don't you?" The cobra leans in, tongue flickering against your own.

"We can taste it: how much you need this . . ." The rattlesnake reaches down, hand gripping your cocks together.

"So, let's celebrate your perfection." The cobra slides his hips down, one warm blunt tip painting musky pre over your clenched asshole.

"Welcome to serpenthood." The rattlesnake joins the cobra, lining one of his shafts up as his tongue flicks with excitement.

Time slows to a crawl as they both insistently press forward with one member each. Your already stretched ass quivers against them for just a moment before they both surge forward inside of you. Your coils tense and writhe, tangled in their own as you hiss out in sensational overload. Your ass clenches around them, mashing their shafts together as their others slide up against your own. Heat surges through your body every time they press deeper and deeper into you.

They each reach down, grabbing one of your pink shafts and gripping it against their own other exposed members. You can feel them pulse against your shafts and inside of you in maddening synchronicity. They pump up and down, squeezing your slick members together as they ram into your tender, pliant ass.

Your coils flex and seize with every thrust, your bodies writhing together. With every ramming jolt, your collective coils twist up, and then relax, sinking down like a wave crashing in the ocean.

Without a word, they each lean in, flexible backs bending double, tongues tasting your combined maleness before they open their maws and sink down, each suckling on one of your shafts, grinding it against their own in their slippery mouths.

The cobra's tongue slowly twists around each of your members independently while the rattlesnake's tickles against your blunt tips. They both press their muzzles down, sucking in, pulling your cocks tighter together.

It's too much. Your insides boil, heat and pressure rising up inside of you as your rest a hand on each of their bobbing heads. Your cocks both jerk in each of their maws, ass clenching around their shafts inside of you. With a prolonged hiss, your pupils contract into pinpricks, tail going stiff before your serpentine members shudder and erupt wave after wave of musky male essence into their maws, your ass wrenching down with each pressured spurt.

It's enough to set them both over the edge as well, their cocks arcing up and spattering thick dollops of snake seed deep into your spasming ass as well as joining in and shuddering against your own shafts in their muzzles while they drink down your combined seed.

It doesn't stop, pleasure ricocheting between you, making your scaly bulk tense and writhe, tangled with their own in the tiled depression like a boiling bowl of scaly lust.

You coax every last mote of their scaly essence from them as they suck every last drop from your twin spires.

Eventually, they pull back, spent shafts sliding from your ass as they draw their muzzles back from you.

"You taste magnificent," the cobra sighs in satisfaction, coils squeezing you with exhausted affection.

"And you feel even better," the rattlesnake adds, letting your torso rest on his chest as he rubs your shoulders from behind.

Their praise causes a satisfied smile to creep up the edges of your blue scaled lips. The three of you slither together fully into the depression in the middle of the room, exhausted members slowly pulling back inside your tender slits. You can feel their heartbeats slow as your coils eventually still and your rest there, completely content.

At least until the door creaks open and an exhausted looking man steps into the room, steam fogging up his glasses.

Your serpentine partners smile at you.

There's always room for one more . . .