Warmth
Clive takes on a little extra work at his local zoo to make some easy money fixing their electronics. He lets his guard down for a little, and then for a lot.
A raffle prize for SteampunkZappa !
Easy money, Clive kept repeating to himself. Easy money.
His local zoo had needed some emergency electronics repair, and he was the perfect cat for the job.
He glanced back down at the checklist and drummed a little beat on it as he checked it over once more time.
None of the systems they used were any more complex than the kind of thing he'd been fixing since he was ten. He'd practically skipped through the park and flew through almost the entirety of the list within the first hour.
He'd been given the whole night.
Hmm. Maybe he should slow down, he thought to himself.
All that was left on his checklist were a couple humidifiers and a heater in the reptile building. Once he finished up there, maybe he'd find a place to relax for a little and then double check his work.
Not that it needed double checking. He just felt a little wasteful to be given so much time and use so little of it.
He yawned. Fixing the humidifiers was... under-stimulating. None of the repairs he'd made had been particularly clever or inventive.
He was really hoping this would be more of a challenge.
Just the heater. Then he'd probably turn in. To hell with double-checking.
Let's see, he thought to himself. The large heating unit for the Otsonian Boa. Which, according to his map was...
"Oh, wow." He said as he rounded the corner. Its enclosure was... enormous. Large enough for an entire tree to fit inside it, and filled with a thick, silvery mist.
He approached the glass and peered into it, trying to see what size a snake would have to be to warrant an enclosure so colossal. The vines that wrapped up and around the tree made kept catching his eye. There were so many of them, it was difficult to-
He felt his breath hitch as he saw the slightest bit of movement. The entire enclosure seemed to stir as he realized with wonder that those thick vines weren't vines at all.
In the mist, he could see something lift up. He squinted through his goggles, as it moved gently left and right, slowly, rhythmically.
Its silhouette grew a little more distinct. It kept swaying, left, and right, left, and right, as the coils around the enclosure continued to shift and flex. It was... mystifying. Humbling, even. A creature so large.
Clive felt a strange realization wash over him. There were lights inside the cage. Two little light, blurred by the thick mist, swaying left and right with the silhouette. How long had those been there?
He flinched slightly as the metal frame of his goggle tapped gently against the glass of the enclosure. For the briefest moment, he felt silly, smudging up the glass, staring into the mist like some kind of-
The silhouette grew more sharp against the mist. Distantly, he understood that to mean that whatever it was, was drawing closer. He felt butterflies in his stomach. Was that a good thing? He couldn't think of any reason for it to be a bad thing.
The lights were getting brighter, too. Still swaying, gently, left, and right. He followed them, as they grew brighter and brighter, closer and closer. It didn't seem like a bad thing at all. It didn't seem like... much of anything.
He was holding his breath. He didn't know for how long, only that he was definitely doing it. Whatever it was that was approaching him, he was completely and entirely captivated by it. By the lights, swaying gently left and right. By the silhouette, growing steadily more and more distinct, until finally, a distinct head shape was visible, and Clive's goggles were once again pressed against the glass of the enclosure.
He let out a long, shuddering sigh as he stared into the colorful, swirling pools. It was still swaying, gently, left and right, and Clive realized that he was following its every move.
He felt the slightest tug to stop doing that, but all he could formulate was "why?" before both concerns faded into the silvery mist with his next long breath out.
His breath was fogging up the glass. He hated that, but he couldn't think of any way to stop it. He just wanted to see those beautiful eyes so clearly, but the glass was in the way.
He... should go inside. He had the maintenance key. He could do it. He should do it.
He had to.
The beautiful eyes began to drift away. Clive followed, sliding his goggles across the glass as he quietly dragged his paws after it. His body felt so heavy, like it had fallen asleep, but it was quick to respond if it meant keeping those two beautiful points of light in his vision.
He reached a wall. He could see the door, just beyond the glass, in his peripheral vision. It would only be a moment. It would only take a second to get it open, and then his stupid breath would stop getting in the way.
He let another long, shaky exhale, and as the glass fogged, he had just enough strength to stumble around the corner and into the maintenance hallway.
His fingers were heavy. It was hard to get the key to fit into the lock, but as soon as it did, he pushed the door open.
He was inside, now. He could feel the cool mist soaking into his clothing, seeping into his fur. It was... surprisingly chilly inside.
Something heavy laid across his shoulders, and he let out the tiniest little mewl of surprise before the snake's head appeared once more. It was closer now, pressed right against his, its eyes swirling and glowing so much brighter without the glass. He felt himself relaxing so much deeper than before.
Something hooked under his goggles. He strained slightly as the were tugged up and over his head, and tossed aside.
He felt like that should have bothered him, but it didn't. Not at all.
It just meant he could see the true colors of the eyes now. They were so much brighter than he could have imagined. So much deeper. So much... more.
The heavy coil on his shoulders tugged him closer to the tree, as heavy loops of muscle and scales descended and rested heavily on his head and shoulders, simply piling up.
When the weight began to feel like it was too much, he felt the tip of the snake's tail gently reach down under his coat and into his shirt. Smooth scales, soft scales, sliding down his bare fur, filling up the space between his shirt and his chest.
He didn't mind. He liked the feeling. Even as his shirt began to rip from being stretched so much. Even as the tail tip kept going, gently pushing its way under his underwear and beginning to wrap around him from under his thighs.
He felt something cool and smooth nestle between his thighs, growing and throbbing and rubbing aimlessly against his warm fur.
Warmth, he realized, distantly. The wonderful coils were cold, and he was so, so soft and warm.
He recognized two tips poking against his rear entrance, and he sighed dreamily as his own arousal grew to match. The coils were quick to gravitate toward the new warmth, wrapping eagerly around his newly exposed dick as the twin cocks gently, steadily pushed their way up into him.
He squirmed and moaned as they did. They seemed to be getting bigger with every passing second, taking up more and more space inside him as the coils around him wrapped heavy loops around him and began to tighten.
It happened in smooth, rippling waves. All over his body, the loops of muscle would tighten and squeeze, powerfully enough to squeeze the breath from his body and get him twitching and squirming. Then, in another wave, they'd relax, he'd take a deep, relaxing breath, and the shafts would slide another inch into his warm entrance.
Then, without warning, he felt the twin shafts inside him suddenly lurch into their hilt, and he couldn't contain his blissful mewl as the coils squeezed tighter than ever. His vision tunnelled slightly as he felt a strange, cool feeling flooding him.
His mouth hung open as drool ran down his chin, his eyes never leaving the rippling colors for even a moment, even as the snake pumped him full.
As if to finish things, the coils squeezed him again, and his head tipped forward, closer to those perfect eyes. His own dick, wrapped tightly in thick, squeezing coils, twitched heavily a few times and then painted the scales with his warm, white seed. It only made them tighten more, all around him, and only very slowly relax.
The coils weren't heavy anymore. There were more of them than there was of him. They'd all shifted and squeezed and found their places around his soft body, until it was the coils that were holding him up, not the other way around.
The eyes never left. They just kept swaying, gently, left and right.
His paws lifted from the mossy floor of... wherever he was. He was completely floating now, dangling powerlessly in the heavy coils that had wrapped up every free inch of his fur.
He whimpered as they all squeezed at once, and then relaxed.
He could sleep like this, he thought dimly to himself. He could sleep deeply, just like this, and feel so wonderful doing it. The eyes still watched him steadily, and he swung gently in the coils, left, and right.
Left, and right. Squeeze.
His eyelids fluttered, and began to close. The only thing he could see were the dim glow of those beautiful eyes.
Left, and right. Relax.
They finally closed, and he was quiet, and weightless.
Left, and right.