Serpent Spirit
The city owned by the Alsaran Energy and Government Corporation, more commonly known simply as Alsara, was one of the most modern cities in the world. Its great purple magic barrier shimmered more brightly than any other city's, and the steel walls below it were reinforced with high-powered runes. Shiny, angular buildings made up the city proper, with an intricate network of raised roadways connecting them. Alchemical buggies drove across the skybridges, while glowing airships weaved slow arcs around them. The city shimmered and bustled with activity.
The glittering towers and bridges of the city above gave the appearance of infinite wealth and splendor, but the ground level of Alsara was dirty and ill kept. Most inhabitants of the upper city preferred to ignore the existence of the Undercity, or at least avoid talking about it in polite society. Few city services reached there; fire and police services were run on a strictly pay basis.
The people down there weren't entirely lawless though, and they didn't all live in squalor. Some simply preferred to live away from the control of the corporations, somewhere to be free, while still enjoying the inherent protections of walled city life. Some species had even taken, as a whole, to living primarily in the Undercity. The most significant example were the serpents.
The snake population of Alsara had slowly pulled out of traditional society, instead favoring their own community and culture away from corporate meddling. By pooling their resources, they were able to establish basic levels of public services, while still living primarily the way they wanted. As one of the few fairly organized Undercity groups, they had their coils in quite a number of questionable things. They had a somewhat sinister, but also romantic, reputation among those who lived above.
***
Jaris was never quite sure why he went with Kaith on these little trips into the Undercity. The blue jay adjusted his shirt a little more, the feathers on his back bristling slightly. It felt like everyone must be watching him. Feeling agitated, he glanced over at the red and white falcon walking alongside him. Kaith was as bouncy as always, right at home in the chaos of the marketplace, eyes darting this way and that. Kaith was a short raptor, but had a certain wiry strength to him, concealed by colorful clothing. By comparison, Jaris was tall, slender, and more sedately dressed. Jaris sighed and glanced around, trying to enjoy himself.
The market was a colorful, active place. Streamers were hung from some of the lowest skybridges, and the tents and stalls that had sprouted up that morning were brightly painted. The people wandering the markets were a little less so, as many of them wore fairly plain-colored clothing, at odds with the brightness of the hawkers.
Jaris's energetic falcon friend cocked his head this way and that, enjoying the sights and sounds. A pair of fox girls padded by, dressed in recently bought silk clothing. Kaith watched them with a beaky grin, while Jaris shook his head and lightly swatted the short raptor with a wing.
"You didn't just come here to oggle vixens, did you? I'd like to at least get a little shopping done while we're here, I'm not as fascinated by pretty colors as you are," Jaris said, tone lighter than the words would suggest, as he was partly just amused by Kaith's obviousness.
Kaith smirked, "Just because you don't like girls doesn't mean the rest of us can't have fun. But sure, if you want to go shopping, we're by a really cool place over here. They have these bracers that shoot little darts and. . . " He trailed off, and perked, looking at something, "Ooh, wait, one more thing." He grabbed the jay's wing and dragged him off in another direction, "Come on, you have to see this at least!"
Jaris gave in, chuckling and letting the smaller bird drag him over. He realized they were approaching a large crowd, made up primarily of reptiles. There was a stage, with several metal poles sticking up from it, though he couldn't really make out who was on it. Curious in spite of himself, he went with Kaith as they slipped into the crowd, pushing their way forward.
A skink and a garter snake moved aside, giving Kaith annoyed looks as he fluttered them out of the way, "Here, you can see them here. Even you have to admit they're gorgeous, right?" he asked, grinning back at the jay.
Jaris peered over the falcon. Up on stage, a trio of female serpents were dancing. His eyes were immediately hooked, drawn to the sensual, coiling motions of their long, scaled bodies. The one in the middle drew his gaze the most, a lovely young water moccasin. She was dressed in a tight white top, and had jangling necklaces and bracelets that bounced about rhythmically as she moved. A small white veil near the end her tail barely concealed her reptilian modesty. Her movements were graceful and sensual, her entire body slithering about the pole, hips waving about as the serpentess gazed out into the crowd of admirers. Jaris felt something drawing him to her, to all of them, the lovely snake girls showing how beautiful the serpentine form could be in motion. Her eyes met his, those slit eyes locking for a moment. She hissed out with a fanged smile, and a blew a kiss.
"Hey? Jaris? Hey, you still there?"
The blue jay looked away regretfully, over at Kaith, "Mmm?"
"Man, you've been staring for minutes, I was just asking you what you thought. Guess we just needed to find some girls with coils for you, huh?" he said, nudging the taller bird a bit.
Jaris snorted and turned back to the show. He wondered though, if there was something to that. He wasn't quite sure that he actually felt attracted. Not sexually, at any rate. Still, there was certainly something, some feeling rising in him. He mused over the feeling as he watched the rest of the performance, applauding loudly once it was over and feeling a bit of regret that it was.
As the crowd dispersed and the two birds turned to leave, Jaris heard a polite hiss from behind him. He turned quickly and found himself staring up at a large amethystine python. Snakes had far more body mass than most other species, and this one was no different. His head was a bit higher than Jaris's, and his tubular, legless body stretched out for yards behind him. The snake wore a formal red vest over a black dress shirt and had a handsome band tied around his tail. The python's scales shown with an almost iridescent sheen, kept clean and polished. His tongue flicked out as he smiled down at the avians. Jaris took a step back in spite of himself, surprised that the large snake had managed to get so close without him noticing. The water moccasin was close by too, watching them, though she remained farther back.
"Sssorry if I ssstartled you fine fowl," the python said with a nod of his head. His coils slowly moved forward, curling themselves up, though his upper body remained mostly stationary, "I am Hemtasss, manager of these sssensual ssserpentsss. You two ssseemed to be enjoying the performance, yesss?"
Even Kaith seemed a bit surprised to be approached this way, though he recovered more quickly, "Oh, yeah, it's great. I've come by before, and my friend here was really into it. Weren't you, Jaris?" The blue jay just bobbed his head.
Hemtas smiled at them, "Good, excellent," he hissed, "We do not have enough birdsss visssiting usss." He reached into a vest pocket and drew out a small card, "If you like what you sssee, I would be honored if you came to my club sssome time." He handed the card to Jaris, who took it gingerly, still watching the snake.
The female slithered forward and bowed her head politely to the birds. Kaith grinned and winked at her. She smiled back lightly, hissing politely at the falcon.
Hemtas smiled in satisfaction and adjusted his vest, "The club isss not far from thisss market. The ssshowsss are every night, and Esssara here is usually there." He put a hand on the serpentine female, hissing fondly. Both snakes looked at the avians, "Ssso there is no hurry, jussst sssomething to think about."
Jaris blinked and shook his head slightly, feeling as if he'd been in a bit of a daze. He nodded a little, still holding the card, "Er, thank you sir, that's very kind. . ." he gave Essara a brief, uncertain look, and then backed up, "We should really be going though."
Kaith glanced at the jay with a frown, but shrugged and nodded, "Thanks for the great show."
Hemtas nodded and smiled, hissing pleasantly as the birds walked away.
Jaris frowned as he led his friend away, towards the market stalls, "That was really weird, and kind of creepy. I'm not sure what came over me before, but those snakes were making me feel kind of uneasy," he said, speaking more quietly than really needed.
Kaith grinned, "A little, but come on, snakes are just weird. You're just acting weird because you were totally checking out the snake girl, yeah?"
Jaris glared and shook his head, not answering. That wasn't it, not exactly. He just wasn't sure why it all felt so weird. There was certainly something eerie about the way Hemtas had come so quickly, and shown so much interest in them, but that wasn't really what was bothering him. There'd been a connection there, something he couldn't quite put his claw on. He made sure they went to the shop stalls next, with no more detours from the falcon.
***
Essara watched the birds go, and turned curiously to her manager, examining him. Her tongue flicked out, tasting the air, "You were acting a bit odd, sssir. Are you really that eager for a couple of sssnacksss?"
The python chuckled, "Well yesss, but I have other reasssonsss here. I think that it'sss very likely we'll be ssseeing that blue jay again. I sssee sssomething I like inside of him." He stroked the side of her head tenderly, then turned about and slithered off to see to the taking down of the stage.
Essara watched him go, her interest piqued. She knew how these little findings tended to go, and usually enjoyed them. She smiled and followed to assist with the stage.
***
Jaris spent the next few days distracted by his memories of the snakes. It confused him, the way the images just wouldn't go away. He'd initially had no plan to take the python up on his strangely eager offer. However, as time went by and the thoughts of twisting, dancing serpent girls wouldn't leave him, he started to realize that he needed to pursue this further. At least for the sake of his sanity.
Four days after visiting the Undercity with Kaith, Jaris came down from his loft to find the falcon eating breakfast along with their friend Halus. The bulky, brown and gray hawk was dressed in his Public Guardian's uniform, and was currently shoveling meat into his beak. The Guardians were the main police force in the city, funded by the Alsara Corporation. The two raptors glanced up as Jaris made his way down into the main room.
"Mornin', jay. Just stoppin' by for a little meal before hittin' my patrol. Been havin' another rash of spider beatings out there lately. Can't say I blame people fer bein' creeped out, but the law's the law, right?" He chuckled and took another bite.
Jaris had never been terribly fond of the larger raptor. While Jaris had no major problems with the corporation, he never felt quite comfortable with people who worked for them so directly. Especially those who occasionally killed for them. Halus also had a strong avian superiority complex, and seemed to just assume other birds thought the way he did, leading to some awkward nods and silences from Jaris and sometimes even Kaith. The fact that he carried a gun just made it worse, "Of course, Halus."
The hawk finished off his meal and relaxed back against his chair, crooning softly, "Ah, you're a better cook than you got any right ta be, Kaith." His eyes lidded slightly, and then one opened to look at Jaris, "So, Kaith says you been actin' weird the last few days, huh?"
Jaris walked over to the table and took a seat. Kaith chuckled a little and rubbed the back of his neck, obviously a little sorry that he'd been talking about that with the bigger bird. Jaris eyed the falcon, then nodded, "Actually, I wanted to talk to him about that a little. Kaith, are you up for checking out that club tonight?"
Kaith choked on his nervous laughter, and blinked, "Oh? Oh, ah, sure. You really want to go to a club with me? You really are acting strange," he said with a grin.
Halus tilted his head, "Club? What, the snake club Kaith's been talkin' about? You should stay away from that stuff."
Jaris looked at Halus, "I didn't expect to hear something like that coming from you, Halus," he said, a bit annoyed, but curious. The hawk was usually happy to try just about anything Kaith would.
Halus chuckled, and pushed his plate away, "You know we don't patrol down there right? Bad news, the whole Undercity. They could rape and murder a little bird like you and we'd never hear anythin' about it. 'Sides, snakes are creepy. Sexy, but creepy."
Kaith grinned, "Oh come on, it's not that bad. I go down there all the time, you probably just get inflated reports back at the precinct. And hey, if you're worried, why don't you come down? They're not going to mess with a Guardian, and where else are you going to see exotic snake dancers?"
Jaris flashed Kaith an annoyed look, but Halus was already considering, "Hmm, well, might have a point there. And if that club is up ta no good. . . well, wouldn't mind sortin' things out a bit down there. Hmm, sure, why not? I bet even snakes like a bird in uniform," he said with a leering grin.
Jaris frowned and stood up to go get himself some food, not too interested in what the raptors were eating. He did have a weird feeling about going to this place tonight, maybe it wouldn't be so bad having a little protection with them. His thoughts drifted to those sensually swaying coils again, and he felt that strange draw, calling to him. He really hoped he could figure it out tonight.
***
The three birds walked down the brightly lit street towards the club. This area of the Undercity was almost as bright as day, illuminated by all sorts of glowing signs proclaiming wondrous, often morally questionable pleasures. Halus seemed uncertain whether to disapprove or take notes.
Jaris felt disoriented by the lights, which he supposed might be part of the idea. He knew that wasn't the only thing causing it though. Coming here tonight was making him antsy, nervous, and excited. The closer he got to the club, the closer he got to. . . something. He still didn't know what, but the feeling was there. Before long, the club's sign came into view: The Main Squeeze.
"So, both the snakes we met had s's in their names. Seems like they'd want to avoid that, with how long it takes them to hiss. Or maybe they just like the hissing? Do you think some have two or three, so it just sort of sounds like one long hiss?"
Jaris turned his gaze from the sign as they approached, Kaith's chatter finally cutting through, "I'm pretty sure they hiss often enough in other cases that one more 's' to deal with isn't going to matter much either way," he said rather flatly. Kaith considered, then nodded agreeably.
The birds came up to the entrance to the club, where a large, muscular gaboon viper was at guard. Dressed in nothing but a small leather wrap near his tail, the stocky white snake looked at the trio with a frown. A couple of smaller snakes were waved in as the avians arrived.
The guard eyed Halus in particular. He'd come dressed in his guardian uniform, and seemed to be getting the large snake's disapproval. His slit eyes flicked to the others and narrowed a little. Halus opened his beak, smirking, "There's no problem with one of our city's finest enjoyin' a little off time here, is there?" he asked, cocking his head.
The guard glared, but shook his head, hissing, "No, of courssse not. Go on in, birdsss. . . we can alwaysss ussse more of your kind," he said with a wide smile, and a nod towards the door.
Halus grinned and nodded back, glancing towards the other two before strutting in. Kaith shared the grin, while Jaris just shook his head. He still felt uneasy about this place, but knew he had to go on. He watched the snakes slithering in through the door and joined them, a bit of soft feathers amongst all the scales.
The entryway was colorful, but small. Swirls of magic danced in flowing patterns along the walls, all pointing towards an inner door that led towards another room where soft, sensual music was playing. The thick doors were wide open to let guests come and go. Jaris noticed a few mammals and non-serpent reptiles amongst those pushing their way through, but the majority were certainly snakes.
Jaris had lost sight of Halus, so he stayed close to Kaith, wanting something familiar close to him. Together, they stepped out into the main room and stopped, standing there, overcome by a rush of visual stimuli.
The club wasn't quite packed, but it was certainly crowded. The twisting, coiling shapes of the guests were enough by themselves to overload the eyes, but the owner had added quite a bit more to make the experience even more powerful. The lighting shifted moment to moment, moving patterns phasing from red, to purple, to blue, and back once more, over and over. Tables lined the walls of the large room, the only somewhat dark portions of the room, to allow a little privacy.
The centerpiece of the main room was certainly the stage. Tall and semi-circular, it was home to a maze of poles, some vertical, others at various angles, all shining and shimmering as spotlights shined across them. And on this stage were the dancers. Jaris stepped forward shakily, eyes locked on the dancing, weaving forms.
There were eight dancers on stage right now, all moving with the same grace he'd seen before. So effortlessly they moved about and around the poles, turning to show off the tight covering of their scaled chests, or wave the teasing little veils that adorned their tail slits. The music played from sound spheres around the room, all high quality, expensive magic. Slow, rhythmic, sensual, it drew Jaris in until his mind felt as if it was up there with them, dancing with his coils. He felt that draw, that need, only barely sexual. Kaith was saying something, poking him, laughing, and Halus was still no where to be found. Jaris couldn't focus on that though. As his eyes followed each shimmering scale, it felt as if somehow, he'd come home.
***
Halus wandered through the crowd, one eye fixed on the dancers up above. He could certainly see the attraction with girls that could move like that, but he wasn't here to just watch a show. He doubted a place like this got many visits from the Guardians. He also bet that they had plenty to hide. He grinned, the lights dancing over his beak.
The hawk glanced back towards his friends. He could barely make them out, both birds stuck in a sea of scales. He doubted they'd be in any danger, especially once it was known that he was here, and they had plenty to keep them occupied. He moved around the stage, snakes moving aside, many hissing at him and his uniform. He came up to the staff hallway he'd noticed upon entering, the door almost hidden along the back wall.
Essara was lounging in that doorway, her lower tail coiled on the floor. She was barely dressed in a frilly top and tail veil. Halus smiled as he spotted her and approached swiftly, feathers smoothing back.
She bowed her head, "Good evening, officer. We were told you were here. . . have you come for businesss or pleasssure?" she asked softly, kindly, looking at him with a smile as her coils slowly shifted, veil waving.
Halus adjusted his gun-belt as he stepped closer, smirking, "Well, I was thinkin' that might depend. If I have a fun night, we won't have ta get into any business. How's that sound?" he asked, cocking his head at her.
Essara dipped her snout at that, "Of courssse, we underssstand that Guardians need time to relax more than anyone. It can be arranged. . ." she slithered backwards, uncoiling, and spread her arms, a gesture at herself, "Doesss the noble hawk wish to join me sssomewhere more private?" She flicked her veil teasingly, and he caught a brief hint of her slit.
Halus grinned and glanced back once more, then at her, his eyes roving up and down her body, "Mmm, that sounds jus' about perfect. A little time alone with you, and I think we can keep ta the pleasure part."
She reached for his hand and slowly led him into the hall. They moved past the manager's office, deeper into the private rooms. With a warm smile, she opened one up and led him inside.
Halus stepped into a small, round room, nothing decorating it aside from pillows on the floor and a vertical pole in the center. Essara curled herself around the whole edge, her tailtip closing the door before slipping around to rub across her own chest. She hissed, tongue flicking as her claws slid over the band holding on her veil, "Sssuch a handsome bird, I think we ssshall pleassse each other." The veil slid off, pink cloaca exposed.
Halus chuckled, and chrrred, stepping forward and placing a hand over her smooth, round chest. He hadn't been with a snake before, but he was thinking he was going to like this. She tensed for a moment, then smiled, hissing as he roughly tugged down her top, revealing a set of dark nipples, "Heh, well, you're certainly pleasin' me, snakey. Mmm, I may have ta make this a regular thing, if you're good."
She let the veil fall, and the pinkness of her genital slit winked at him. Her tongue flicked again as he fondled her breasts, the hawk's talons stroking and squeezing at the orbs. He reached down, and tugged open his duty belt, the heavy gun clattering to the floor, "Mmm, heh, you're gonna have to show me how the position works here, sexy," he crooned, reaching down and stroking out his thick, tapered cock.
Slowly, tenderly, the water moccasin curled the end of her tail around Halus's waist, the heat of her slit causing him a little shiver as it caressed across his thighs, "Mmm, yeah, that feels real good. All the way around," he cooed, stroking himself as her upper body slid around behind him. She slipped her arms around his chest as her tail moved around to his front, the tip sliding over his cock to expose the opening, wet now, and winking.
Halus groaned louder and reached down, fingers sliding around her tail, feeling around that open heat. Her tight, wet slit spread slowly, teasing. She gasped, and reached down to run her delicate fingers over his shaft, and squeezed him, "Yesss, harder, sssuch a handsssome, sssexy bird. You know jussst what a girl wantsss."
He squawked and shivered. Damn, she was really getting him going. He tried to get her positioned where he could hump her, bucking into her skillful hand for now. His claws scraped along her scales, his feathers ruffling up as his cock throbbed. He felt so needy, more than he should so quickly, but he just embraced it, panting and writhing as her coils tightened around him, "Rrrr, come on snakey, I know you wanna feel a big hawk inside. . ." His tip leaked pre over her fingers.
Halus moaned for more, and she hissed encouragingly, her mouth coming down to his neck, tasting him, breathing across his feathers. Her fingers slid down further, right down his length and into his slit. His talons clenched down tightly, and her tail began to lower. He watched her tail with that open vent, eager, heart beating faster and faster as it moved closer. His happy coos changed to startled, gasping breathes as she bit down, poisonous fangs sliding in deep into his neck.
Halus's eyes widened, and he tried to pull free, pleasure, pain, and terror mixing inside his addled mind. He tried to speak, to pull away, but his body was weakening already, and even the non-constrictor could hold him. He couldn't believe the bitch was doing this to him. She didn't know who she was messing with. Pain throbbed inside him, and he tried helplessly to snarl at her, beak barely opening. He rolled his wide eyes back to look at her in anger, cock still remaining hard.
The snake hissed softly, tongue flicking across his beak almost tenderly, "Mmm, yesss, jussst relax now. You will be food sssoon, bird, but you will be gone before then." She kissed him gently as he began to drool, the pain still visible in his eyes as they started to lose focus. His anger was feeling fuzzier, it was harder to really hold onto his thoughts. He couldn't let her do this, but it was harder and harder to think why. She gently began to uncurl, letting the limp bird slide down and thump against the floor. She grabbed her clothes, slipping them on casually as he stared up at her. Next, she casually undressed his twitching form, folding up his clothing and equipment together. She glanced down, "I'll be back sssoon for our little meal. I jussst need to take care of your friendsss firssst. . ." she turned away and slithered out as darkness settled over the Guardian. Somewhere deep in his addled mind, that almost sounded nice.
***
Hemtas looked through the paperwork for the evening. He usually tried to make a personal appearance during the night's revelry, but the dull bureaucracy of running a club had been slowly piling up. Tonight had seemed as good a night for it as any, especially once he discovered that he'd soon be needing his office for other matters. He hissed pleasantly, quite pleased at the way things were going tonight. He looked up as there was a knock on the door, and smiled, "Come in, my dear."
Essara slithered in, holding a Guardian's uniform and belt. She set them down on the desk and smiled, "My meal isss ready, sssir. Shall I get the othersss for you?"
Hemtas looked down at the clothing. He reached for the holstered gun, sliding it out and stroking a claw along its barrel. He set it down, "Hmm, yesss, I can be ready rather quickly. I have been waiting for thisss. . ." he grinned, tongue flicking.
She nodded pleasantly, "I have asss well, sssir. . . though I am alssso eager for my dinner, ssso I will take my leave if there isss nothing elssse." She crooned, head cocking slightly to the side.
The python tapped his claws on the gun, nodding, "Yesss, go on, we will have time later. There'sss no reassson to keep you from your food, dear. No reassson to keep any of usss," he grinned. She returned his smile warmly, then slid back out, shutting the door behind her.
Hemtas rose from his seat, and slipped around to the front of his desk. He let his coils loosen as he settled down on the floor, hissing contentedly as he waited.
***
Jaris was beginning to feel as if something was missing. As he first came in, it felt like everything was falling into place. Being around so many snakes had felt right, and the dancers had that same intense draw that he'd felt before. Now though, after just a matter of minutes, he was feeling off again. The calling was there, and he had answered it, but nothing was happening. Was he just here to watch snake women dance? It didn't feel right, and it was bothering him. It obviously wasn't bothering Kaith, as the falcon kept staring around, excited and happy.
"This is a great club, look at all the girls! Man, I haven't seen so many snakes. I love the way they move, you know? Like they're always dancing," he said with a croon, watching one pure white snake girl who seemed to be looking back at him. He winked to her and nudged the jay, "I think this might be the best night ever, if things go well."
Jaris nodded a little, glancing towards the female, "You sure she's your type? Or is your type really just 'biologically female'?" His mind calmed slightly as he spoke to Kaith, the usual teasing distracting him. He could still feel that lack in the back of his mind though, bothering him.
Kaith attempted to look hurt, "Attractiveness plays a part too, you know," he said stuffily, drawing a chuckle from Jaris. Then Kaith tilted his head and pointed behind his friend, "Hey, isn't that the one from before?"
Jaris tilted his head, then turned around, trying to pick out who Kaith meant. After a few seconds he spotted Essara. She was already looking at him, approaching with her graceful slither. She hissed softly as she came up to the two birds and bowed her head.
"Your friend Halusss sssends his regretsss, but he is enjoying our hospitality elsssewhere, and will not be joining you for now. Master Hemtasss would like to extend offersss to both of you, however, as hisss ssspecial guestsss for the evening." Her gaze shifted over to Kaith, who brightened, "If you wish to head into the back hall, sssir, and continue to private room four, a lovely ssserpentesss will be in shortly for your entertainment."
Kaith fluffed up at that, chestfeathers puffing out. He bobbed his head eagerly, "Really, on the house?" He glanced at Jaris, grinning, "Don't suppose you have any snake guys to entertain Jaris here."
Jaris gave him a half-hearted glare, as honestly that sounded very nice. Essara looked at the blue jay as she responded, "Hemtasss would like to ssspeak to you persssonally, in fact. I believe he sssaid he can show you what you've been sssearching for."
Jaris blinked and stared at her, stunned for a moment. He licked his beak, then spoke carefully after a few moments, "What do you mean? I never said I was searching for anything. . ."
Kaith cocked his head, looking from snake to jay in confusion. Essara smiled politely, "That wasss sssimply what he told me, he sssaid you would know what he meant. I can take you to hisss office, and then I have other busssinesss that I mussst finish. I'm sure your friend can find room four on hisss own." She smiled at Kaith, "You are welcome to go," she added, a bit firmly.
Jaris only partly watched Kaith scamper off, clearly more interested in the promise of a private room with a snake girl than finding out what Essara was up to. The blue jay studied her, but her slit eyes were warm, almost kind. He finally nodded, his curiosity, and that tugging inside him, overcoming his caution, "Take me to him then. I. . . I think I need to see him too."
She inclined her head and turned, slithering towards the back. The dancers continued their show, the lights still flashing as Jaris followed along. His attention was diverted from them now, his gaze stuck on the graceful serpent before him.
Essara led him into the hallway. Kaith had already disappeared somewhere ahead, and as they entered the hallway they were alone. The music and chatter outside faded quickly. Essara didn't look at him, even when he spoke again, "What's been going on here? Why have I been feeling like this?"
She stopped at that, and turned slightly, "You can asssk Hemtasss. . . he will tell you. But, we have not done anything at all, Jarisss. You will underssstand sssoon. Thisss isss hisss door," she added, pointing to the one they stood by. She bowed gently, "I must go now, but we will sssee each other sssoon," she said, and then reached out to clasp his hand briefly.
Jaris blinked again at that, then just stood there as she smiled and slithered off. He turned to look at the door she'd indicated. The pull was there, tugging at him, coaxing him. A part of him wanted to resist, to turn and leave, but he couldn't, not now. He reached out and opened the door.
Hemtas awaited inside, the amethystine curled comfortably in front of a large desk. The snake was dressed in another elegant vest, and he brightened as the blue jay appeared in the doorway. He gestured, inviting Jaris in, and the bird could do nothing but comply, stepping in, automatically shutting the door firmly behind him.
"Ah, Jarisss. I have been waiting for you, asss you have for me. You are confusssed, yesss? Wondering why you feel as you do? Why you came to usss again," Hemtas hissed, tail beginning to uncurl, to slither out towards the jay.
The bird noticed the tail, but being close to the owner made him feel relaxed. Part of him felt a growing unease, but he couldn't act on it. He felt almost frozen, only able to speak as the python finished, "Yes, I couldn't stay away. I've been thinking about your girls, about snakes, about. . . I don't know, it's been in my head, it's like it's been controlling me, like I needed something here, and it still hasn't gone away. . ." he shook his head, shivering slightly.
The tail coiled gently over his talons, around his scaly ankles, "Yesss, it mussst have been ssstrange. You wondered why you were dreaming about girlsss sssuddenly, when you'd alwaysss preferred malesss. And why sssnakesss. . ." he chuckled, tail moving up the avian's legs.
Jaris still couldn't move. His eyes caught sight of something, sitting on the desk behind Hemtas. It was clothing, a uniform. And a gun. He recognized the Guardian's uniform, he realized what it meant. Still, he couldn't resist, couldn't protest, only play along, "I don't feel attracted to them, exactly," he said, aware as he said it that this male snake was causing much more clear arousal in him, "Just drawn to be with them."
The snake's tail climbed up the bird's legs, slowly wrapping around them, binding them together. Jaris shivered at the touch, warm, strangely sensual. Hemtas hissed pleasantly, and slipped closer, "No, not to them. You like malesss, and there isss nothing wrong with that. I like to keep open myssself, I find it dull to block off any avenue of pleasssure. Your attraction to malesss isss different than you think though, Jarisss. You have alwaysss been different, in waysss you are only now ssseeing." His tail slid around Jaris's knees and squeezed them close, talons now trapped together.
Jaris shivered again. He could feel his shaft firming up inside him. This snake. . . he should be scared of the python, and his strange helplessness before him, but he was mostly excited, eager, "What am I?" he asked, though he was starting to understand, now that he let himself.
Hemtas coiled himself up the jay's thigh, and slid his tip in under Jaris's pants. Slowly, the scales moved up towards his crotch, towards his throbbing shaft. Jaris felt the heat from it, realized the python wasn't wearing anything over his slit. He trembled at the thought.
The snake smiled, his tip tugging off the jay's pants casually, revealing the firm avian erection. The coils slithered along the cock, pressing it firmly into the feathers and making Jaris moan, "Mmm, you are one of usss, bird. Never truly a bird at all, at leassst. . . not in ssspirit," he said, eyes beginning to glow, scales to heat up.
Jaris could feel the rightness of that, deep inside him. He still didn't understand it though, "I'm a bird though, I've always been a bird. I've never felt this draw before, why now?" he asked, voice quivering as his shaft was squeezed between snake coils. It felt so good, it was all he could do to keep from humping.
Hemtas grinned, squeezing the shaft as his scales stroked through blue and white feathers, up around belly, then chest, faster now, his eagerness growing, "Mmm, I may have pushed you a little. Drawn on what was already within you, made you really feel it. I am a ssspirit magusss, ssspiritsss and mindsss are my playthingsss. It comesss in handy when dealing with sssnooping police. . ."
Halus, as he'd thought. It was hard to feel too bad for him, though he knew he should. And the snake didn't seem to be attempting to scare him with that, or threatening either. Though. . . a spirit magus. He could feel a momentary panic, kept from overwhelming him by that same magic, calming him. Spirit magi could alter your thoughts, but that worry faded to nothing as quickly as it came. He chirped softly, "I don't know if I really want to be a snake though. I've never even known many snakes, and I'm used to being a bird. What if I don't want to change?" he asked quietly, even as his wings were pulled down, tightened and held, his chest covered in snake.
"There'sss no choice now, Jarisss. I will show you that you do want thisss, and you will thank me, yesss. . ." he grinned again, scales warming more. He was squeezing tighter, and Jaris's breath was becoming harder to draw. He struggled to suck in air. Hemtas watched in pleasure, his tailtip and vent coming up, stroking under the bird's beak, "You will never look back."
Jaris gave a muffled chirp as his beak was wrapped up, leaving only his eyes visible. He still stared at the snake, the handsome, confident snake who was offering to bring him into his world. Hemtas had slowly had to move closer as his tail wound around the jay, and now his head came right up against his coils, tongue flicking out against Jaris's beak. His musky vent stroked along the hard, avian face, and Jaris whimpered in pleasure. Hemtas grinned and reached down to squeeze around the avian's own cock, "Mmm, it is time. . ." his eyes flared brightly, and his scales lit up, runes glowing up and down his form.
Jaris recognized the swirling tattoos of the spiritualist, glowing bright white as if from a great heat. He shifted, his feathers brushing against the scales. He felt hot in there, his feathers drooping as he gasped. The scales brushed along his shaft, and he couldn't keep in a moan.
Hemtas began to arrange himself, slithering down and slowly curling up the rest of his body, making a scaled tube along the floor, "Relax, bird, enjoy your rebirth. I bring out only what is already inssside you."
Jaris felt his feathers drooping further, the scales pressing them against his sides. He couldn't move his wings, trapped in that tight tube of snake. The snake's words seemed to be echoing inside his head, and his attempts to struggle began to slow. He panted as darkness coiled over his eyes. Had he really always been a snake inside? It was hard to just accept, despite his new feelings. The serpent seemed to sense this through his magic.
"You relax, but you ssstill do not believe. You will sssee sssoon, but I want you to fully embrace. . ." he hissed.
Jaris felt like he was actually heating up inside the smooth tunnel, his feathers almost melting. He could see bright runes all around him, and his own body started to glow, "I, rrrr. . ."His voice was muffled by the snake, and the constant pleasure of his firm, trapped cock, "I have been feeling something inside me. Something different." He'd been feeling it more since seeing the snakes, but even before that, there'd been something. Something more than just his sexuality. Jaris's breath came harsher as Hemtas grew ever tighter and hotter. He'd be fully panicking if not for the waves of relaxation coming from the snake, keeping his mind sedated.
Hemtas chuckled, "More than that, Jarisss. You never got the sssame joy from flying that othersss did. You have felt a hunger, a desssire the life of a jay jussst could not sssatisssfy, one you sssimply learned to sssuppresss. . ." he explained, drawing on the bird's memories. Feathers glowed, the white and blue turning to red as they started to melt and stick together. The scales of Jaris's legs felt a little sticky as well.
Jaris's mind slipped back into memories. He had often felt apart from others. Kaith was his friend, but they were so different. He'd always vaguely thought it was a difference in bird species and the fact that he was gay. And yet, even other gay corvids he'd known were different too.
Hemtas let the bird's mind process this, and then shifted around him again. Jaris groaned, insides beginning to soften. His shaft released a little fluid and his talons clenched. They were softening too, and it felt as though he was turning to liquid in the snake's grasp, "You've adapted, but have never been truly happy. Friendship, love, it'sss all felt off to you, empty. And when you sssaw my girlsss up there, your ssspirit wanted to be with them."
Jaris closed his eyes. His beak was softening, the spiritual heat melting it and his legs too. His talons were joining together, legs losing shape, starting to expand to fill the serpent's mold. And yet. . . it felt good. A shiver of pleasure ran through his melting body as his mind began to accept. He had felt something when he saw the dancers. A connection, something he'd been missing. He shivered in pleasure as Hemtas fed him comforting feelings of acceptance. He tried to open his beak, but couldn't in this state. His shaft felt softer too as the coils squeezed down around it, tighter, tighter. His chest heaved as the liquefying cock throbbed and glowed.
"You wanted to be with them, to look like them, move like them, and feel like them. Your mind jussst hadn't yet grasped what your ssspirit knew all along." Hemtas ground the liquefying cock more, rubbing it down, letting it slip back into the coiled passage, into the warmth. His runes glowed brighter, hotter, and Jaris squealed. His shape gave way, his beak and body melting down. His features drooping, fading, turning to hot liquid, "You were meant to be a sssnake girl," he hissed in satisfaction.
Jaris knew he was right, and he wanted this. He could feel his body in transition, somehow still alive, conscious, even as it turned to molten goo. He was flowing, filling the tight serpent mold, a tube of glowing pleasure, ready to be shaped. It was so liberating to feel what had been his legs stretch out, lengthen into a long, tapering tail. He gurgled in pleasure as Hemtas rubbed where his cock had been, the feeling of sensitive shifting, moving through his pulsing fluid, towards his tail. He hissed out his arousal with a molten tongue.
Hemtas's runes shifted again, now towards a cooler blue as he felt the formless new snake inside him, "Sssuch a lovely python you'll be. Feel your ssscalesss forming, the length of your tail so graceful and long."
The changing bird felt the magic flowing through him, removing what he was. Even formless, there was a shift, a glowing, sensual warmth in his amorphous form that spread and eradicated that which made him bird. It pulsed and glowed, wave after wave, as he felt his new self slip in to fill the void. It felt so right, he yearned for it to take full form.
Jaris hissed again, formerly feathered body cooling down, growing smooth with supple scales. He felt something, and pushed his chest up against the amethystine's form. The snake obliged, and pressed down, rounding out the chest, his coils slithering along Jaris's body to create new sensual curves to chest and hips.
The former bird gasped in pleasure, everything feeling so right. She couldn't believe she'd been uncertain about this, questioning. Her breasts grew into pleasant, tight mounds, her cooling form taking shape ,directed by the mold of Hemtas's body, and the magic of his runes, bringing out her true form. The teasing of the male's scales revealed a sensitive new slit developing at the end of her tail, teased by the touch of a fellow snake.
She rubbed her cooling face as it spread and softened, hard jay beak remolding into a lovely python snout with smooth head and slit eyes. Her slender arms formed, held against her sides tightly, just before Hemtas began to loosen up on her. She could feel organs settling inside, scales hardening over her slinky body.
The male flicked his tongue out along her tail, and she felt it slide across her new slit. She shuddered in a low, happy hiss. He uncoiled slowly, gazing over her form as she did the same. Her long body was scaled with dark green along the top, and a light yellow along the scutes. Irregular spots of tan marked her back as well. She had slender arms with small claws on the end and a nicely curved figure with pleasantly rounded breasts. Fully female and still tingling with warmth inside. Hemtas looked on in pleasure, "A python, I have been wishing for a lovely python dancer." He didn't sound surprised, aware from the start exactly what she'd be.
Hemtas unwrapped himself further, though left his body pressed against hers. His fingers slid up along her scutes, right up to her slit. He spread it open and she let out a gasp. The pleasure was new, but felt natural, more than her shaft ever had. He simply teased, and she moaned, "Yesss. . . thank you, Hemtasss, I feel ssso. . . myssself," she said, the automatic hissing of her words pleasing her almost as much as the club owner's slow, tender rubbing. Her body shifted and curled against the floor.
He leaned forward to breathe across her opening, "Mmm, you are yourssself, Jarisss. . . you can feel it asss well asss I can. But there isss sssomething more you mussst do, to truly leave your avian life behind and be one of usss. . ." he kissed his scaly lips to her spread slit and flicked his tongue in. She writhed at that, at the attentions of this wonderfully sexy male.
She trembled as she spoke, "Anything, ssss, jussst tell me. . ."
His tongue flicked across again, drawing another happy shudder before he pulled his snout back. She watched him, feeling a strong urge to please him right now, more than simply sexually. She didn't think he was causing it through magic, but also didn't care. He grinned, "We've taken care of one of the birdsss you came with. . . as you probably guesssed. The other is waiting for a lovely ssserpent dancer." He hissed at her and reached behind his desk. He drew out a set of silver, sequined clothing, much like what some of the dancers outside wore, and held it up.
Jaris's thoughts shifted to Kaith. It was strange trying to focus on the bird she'd known so long. Her memories of him all felt a little off. Her life up to this point felt a little hazy, as if it hadn't quite happened, though the details were still there. As she thought about him, the idea began to appeal to her. He'd always been a rather cute little bird, and now she was a sexy snake. Her eyes shifted to the clothes, and she slowly lifted herself up, "I'd be happy to take care of that," she said as she slithered up to him, meeting him snout to snout.
He slipped the shining, sequined top around her chest, the glittering fabric nice and snug over her new curves, "I know you'll do well. Jussst lisssten to your inssstinctsss, don't hide from them." He clasped the back shut and then slid a golden necklace over her smooth head and neck.
She dipped her snout and twitched her tail. She knew what she wanted right now, and let herself accept it. She lifted her hands to let him slip several jangling bracelets over each, "I don't think that will be a problem," she admitted with a little giggle.
Hemtas gave her a knowing look. Something in his expression told her there was a bit more than she understood, but as she started to ask about it, he slipped on her vent veil. The feel of the thin fabric made her forget what she was about to say, and instead just trill happily. He kissed her on the nose and coiled himself up, "Go ahead then, Jarisss, bessst not to keep the bird waiting."
***
Jaris found the door unlocked. She hesitated for am moment, then smiled, reminding herself that Kaith was likely eagerly waiting for a serpentess. She felt her heart pounding. A part of her was nervous, but wanted this, yearned for it. She slipped inside with a smile on her snout.
Kaith was relaxing across several pillows, his clothes in a pile on the floor. Jaris hadn't seen him naked for some time, and never with his cock exposed. The pink, tapered shaft jutted from the avian's slit lewdly, and the falcon grinned confidently at Jaris as she slithered into the room.
Seeing her old friend brought back memories, and the divide between her old life and new wavered. She'd never had a huge crush on him, but he was a cute bird and she'd had the occasional fantasy. While he could be an ass much of the time, there had been other times when he was surprisingly sweet and attractive. And now here he was, naked and wanting her. She shivered pleasantly as she approached, "Mmm, sssuch a sssexy bird," she crooned. She was aware that she knew little about how to do this as a snake, aside from where her slit was, and was glad for once that Kaith slept around so much.
The bird curled his talons and casually stroked his shaft as he looked up at her. He looked so soft and small to her now, and she realized that she'd always found feathers a bit weird. He grinned, "Rrrr, a bird who likes snakes. You're a cute one, what's you name?" he asked, reaching up to stroke along her snout while her tail shut the door.
She blinked at that. Or at least the instinct came, her new body didn't seem capable of that action. A name, she should have thought of that. She didn't mind Jarisss really, but it might be weird here. She chose something simple, and smiled, "Sssarisss. And thank you, I like making handsome birdsss happy." Her coils brushed up against his feathers. They felt a bit ticklish against her, not like Hemtas's scales. Still, the warmth was pleasant.
Kaith stood up, his wingarms stroking along her lengthy body. She began to curl, pressing into the touch. He grinned, watching her, and leaned in to kiss beak to snout, "Mmm, you seem eager, Sariss. I like girls who are really into it," he crooned, his finger talons tracing down her tail, to toy with the veil.
Sariss shivered, pushing her tail more firmly against his finger. Hemtas hadn't given her any chance for release, and she could really feel the need now, building rapidly. Her body responded in ways she didn't fully understand yet, wrapping with sudden speed around Kaith. She began to squeeze, and his eyes widened in alarm before she relaxed into a gentle, tender grip, "You make me very eager. I'd love to feel you inssside me." She reached her smooth hand down to play with his cock, finding it fully hard already. She teased it fondly, the tapered avian shaft that had so long been off limits, and he cooed in happy response.
He tried to adjust himself and she realized that she was positioned poorly for this. She shifted her coils, and brought her tail up in front of his beak, waving the veil. He grinned and slid it off slowly, revealing her wet vent. She stroked his length more firmly, and in return he licked along her entrance, crooning as he did, "Mmm, serpentess juice," he said, bringing a giggle from her.
She wouldn't have normally giggled at his silly comments, but she felt so happy and warm. His tongue in her felt right, made her want to please him too. She felt so free now, her head clearer than it had ever been. With a happy hiss, she reached back and undid her top, letting it shimmer as it fell to the floor. She smiled seductively at him as her scaled breasts were exposed. He admired them as he kissed her slit, crooning and reaching up for a feel. She laughed musically, then grabbed his head, pulling it over and tucking his beak into her cleavage.
Kaith rrred, and nestled in, his tongue working again. She gasped, the sensation both new and familiar, and she squeezed him in there harder, tighter, "Sssuch a nice, mmm, firm beak. . ." she whispered, giving his cock another tight squeeze to show her pleasure. Her tail was winding its way slowly down as she held him there, sliding the drooling vent down along his chest and belly, making his feathers sticky as it went.
The falcon responded in a very muffled, happy voice, his eyes closed as he rubbed between her mounds. She hissed excitedly as she slid her tailtip down and brushed it against his leaking shaft. The warmth of his cock felt good, and the touch made him thrust instinctively. She let her body take control and her slit oriented itself, spreading over his tip so he could thrust right in. Her mouth gaped as he obliged and pierced her. She tugged him even tighter, coils wrapping up more as she moaned deeply.
Sariss relaxed her grip only slightly as the bird made a slightly panicked noise. She hissed reassuringly, but distractedly, feeling his cock slide into her, up her new cloaca. She began to breathe hard, hissing louder as he moaned and thrust. She cradled him, held him tight as his hips rocked and bucked. Her instincts guided her to stay with him, to move against him and tighten her opening. She started to cry out, hissing, "Yesss, yesssss. . ."
Kaith's breath struggled out in harsh rasps, his efforts against her breasts nice and warm. She felt his talons curl and clutch at her, feathers all ruffled up as he kept going, harder, more needy. She kept coaxing him, moaning, wanting more, wanting his seed, "More, mmm, yesss birdy. . ." she whispered, the words scarcely mattering as he thrust with all he had.
Both of them were excited and needy, fulfilling personal fantasies. It felt almost too soon when she felt his moan against her chest, and then a wondrous release inside her. His shaft sprayed hard into her new body, a fullness shooting up deep into her coils. Her mouth gaped as that warmth entered her, and her body was rocked by an answering orgasm, a female thrill of pleasure that traveled her considerable length. It left her wide-eyed and drooling, panting as she still held the little bird, milking his every pump. She felt full, complete, and female, moaning like any well fucked serpent girl.
She slowly released the falcon's beak, and he gasped in relief, though he grinned up at her happily too, eyes a bit bleary, "Wow, you really get into it," he said between breaths.
She felt wonderful, with a warm, comforting glow inside her. She was a snake, as she was meant to be. And she was with a bird. She looked down at her friend, at his soft, warm body, so small against her, and her instincts tugged at her. Something was tickling at her, around the edge of her thoughts. Another sort of lust, another level of desire. She gazed at him, and her perception shifted. He looked. . . tasty, she realized.
As he wriggled in her coils to get comfortable, lightly licking her rounded chest, she felt at first uncomfortable with these thoughts. As she watched him though, that unease started to fade, and the attraction grew. She could imagine stretching her jaws around him as he wriggled, swallowing the falcon like a feral snake would swallow any bird. She shivered, and realized that she wanted this, as Hemtas had likely known. It was something that part of her had been thinking about, ever since she began to suspect Halus's fate. She was a snake now, and birds were food. She smiled fondly at Kaith and licked his beak. He grinned, looking back up at her. She cooed to him, "Thank you, Kaith. You've really helped me find myself. Mmm, you'll always be special," she hissed softly, and his confusion turned to surprise as her mouth opened wide.
He opened his beak to cry out, but she didn't want to give him time to speak. It would ruin the moment. She closed her maw over his head, cutting him off and muffling any words he may have said. He struggled and tried to pry free from her, but she easily squeezed down tighter, trapping the avian. His claws tried to rake at her scales uselessly as she used her body to guide more of him up into her, mouth stretching to force his wings down to his sides. She could feel his soft feathers in her maw, against her tongue, his struggles turning her on again. A part of her still felt bad, that this was wrong, but that was rapidly diminishing.
She gulped his head into her throat, and she could hear whimpered mumblings from him. His cock brushed against her chest, still wet, and she rubbed against it more, trembling happily before it slid up to her lips. She slurped it into her mouth to be greeted by her eager tongue. As his tail was forced down, saliva drooling over it, she released him from her coils and let him dangle in the air, kicking his taloned legs.
She could feel his head and body sliding into her throat, his final passage beginning, aided by gravity to slide through the tight tunnel. Her tongue teased his cock, which couldn't help drooling his seed for her, warm and musky. Her arms came up to help guide him, her scaled lips devouring his legs. His kicks grew smaller as he had less room to move, until only his feet stuck out, clenched tight.
She eagerly tossed back her head as she slurped up his talons, shivering and curling up to finger herself as they vanished into her. She could still feel him moving, struggling in there, but it was far too late, her former friend trapped in her throat, his air cut off, just a large bulge in her scaled form. She played with her warm slit and curled up tightly with herself in pleasure, "Mmmm, you were such a tasty bird, Kaith, I hope you're only the first. Thank you so much for letting me be happy," she said kindly, voice husky from pleasure.
She felt him shift in her, then writhe about in helpless struggles. There was a sudden, hard shudder, a last quaking, and then the bird went still. She sighed happily and looked back to see the obvious bulge, now deep within her. She stroked it fondly, lovingly, and then began to gather her clothes up. She hummed happily to herself, the melody from the music of the dancers.
***
Essara lounged after her large meal of hawk, admiring the way the bird rounded out a portion of her body. She could rest happily there for hours, digesting, but knew that she still had one other thing to take care of. She pulled herself up a bit sleepily and slid out into the hall.
She found a groggy, but happy-looking Sariss outside. The python girl had a dazed look in her slit eyes, an expression Essara recognized as contentment. She had a much smaller, but still obvious roundness to her middle. Essara relaxed and smiled warmly, slithering over to greet the new girl.
"Hello dear, you mussst be feeling a little sssleepy after that," she hissed kindly. Essara was a friendly snake, and caring with those she didn't intend to murder. Her coils brushed up against the python's bulge.
Sariss dipped her snout and smiled, "I am a little, yesss. . ." she admitted. She seemed pleased by another snake's company, and Essara didn't pick up any obvious guilt in her. Hemtas's gentle mental coaxing had smoothed over any morality that might get in the way of instinct, brought out the natural predatory instincts more swiftly than was truly natural. He had guided her from afar, pushing her when she began to feel doubt, but the new serpentess didn't need to know that just yet. She'd learn some day, when she'd see that it had been the right thing to do, as they all realized eventually.
Essara slid an arm around the python, "Mmm, come with me then, sssissster. There's a nice, heated room in the ssstaff area where we can curl up, get to know each other, and digessst. You can thank Master Hemtasss properly later," she hissed a bit teasingly, leading Sariss along.
Sariss nodded, "That sssoundsss lovely. Everything doesss. . ." She relaxed and just went along with her new friend, happy to finally be amongst her own kind.