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Pleasure Snake Part II

By Von Krieger

Richard shivered in her place beneath the bunk. While she had been long enough to get her front up onto it and slither up a few hours before, now she was too small to do so. She lacked the strength to keep the length of her body required for this feat off the ground to do so.

The egglaying session several days before stuck in her mind, she refused to go through with that again; the pleasure, the pain, being force to curl her body around so that her face was not far at all from her sex, the humiliation as she climaxed with each egg expelled from her. But the worst part was her own fluids, her sexual juices. There was so much of them, an impossible amount to be contained in Richard's tiny body. With each egg she managed to push from her serpentine body, its departure was accompanied by a torrent of hot, sticky, wonderful smelling slime that splattered onto her face.

The glass lizard had refused her meals, and lacking sustenance her body had begun to shrink. First to go had been the remnants of her human form, curves that suggested shoulders and hips had melted away, leaving her body straight and smooth, almost entirely tail.

Her body ached, her empty stomach hurt, and if her body hadn't been drawing on itself for nourishment and had grown smaller, likely she would have gotten sick from dehydration by now.

Richard's cold-blooded body became lethargic in the shade underneath the bunk, so she hadn't moved out from under it since she'd laid her eggs. She slept most of the time, and the chill kept her mind slow and sluggish, keeping the horror and pain of her situation muted and dim.

She faintly heard the door to her cell slide open and the footsteps of the Doctor's assistant, Brutus. The thug reached under the bed and grabbed Richard, who simply hung limp from the gloved hand. Richard hissed in pain as a needle pierced her skin, something cold being pumped into her.

Thankfully she was tossed onto the bed, and could slither under the covers, able to block out the featureless, empty cell. The smooth sheets and soft blanket felt good on her hypersensitive, scaly skin. Her skin tingled, itched, tickled.

Richard wriggled and squirmed, trying to dispel the strange sensation, but the friction on her skin merely made her body grow warm with lust. There were no eggs this time, and they couldn't possibly see under the blanket. So there was no shame in giving her body what it wanted. At the very least it would allow Richard to take her mind off her plight for a few moments.

She curled her tail around, trying to slip the tip into her now moistened sex, using her tongue would be too reminiscent of the egg birthing humiliation, and Richard didn't want to even think about how she had been forced to push out dozens of eggs. Dozens of soft, smooth, sexy eggs that made her body quiver with desire at the thought of laying more.

Her eyes widened and she quickly straightened herself out, deciding against pleasuring herself. Richard didn't like the strange, almost instinctual thoughts that had just run through her head. Accepting the pleasure would be like giving up, like admitting that there was nothing he could do to resist the lustful urges of his scaly form.

"You've looked a little lonely, Richard." Came the voice of the Doctor, "Refusing to eat and hiding under your bed all the time. Perhaps you're depressed that we took all your eggs away?"

Eggs. Smooth eggs. Sexy eggs. Richard clenched her jaw shut as the involuntary thought flickered through her mind.

"And since I've completed my collection of brothers, and that they've taken so well to their new forms, except for you, I figured that we could re-introduce the lot of you to one another? Though I think it will be hard for you to recognize each other. Hmm... but length wise, for the moment, you seem to match up; John being the largest, Kyle being the shortest, and the middle brother in the middle."

The Doctor sighed, sounding disappointed, "I really wish you had eaten your meals. They would have kept you at a good size for breeding. But now you're too tiny to use for such a purpose. It would be much more efficient to use John now. She seems to have taken quite a shining to the idea of being full of eggs. Of course that just might be the hypersensitivity of her belly and the effects of it being stretched while she's pregnant."

Richard sighed with relief, no more breeding for her! No more humiliation of being bent in half, climaxing on her face again and again and again. Her body shivered at the thought, half out of disgust and half of physical longing.

The glass lizard suddenly felt ashamed. John was going to suffer the fate of being a breeder because Richard had refused to share the load. The door hissed open and a muffled growling could be heard, as well as the scraping of claws on the smooth metal floor. The sound of the door once again signaled its closing, and the scraping sounds told Richard she was not alone.

She winced, dreading what she'd see. The glass lizard slowly and cautiously poked her head out from under the blanket. She could still tell, faintly, that the creature on the floor below her bed was her brother, John. Or perhaps her sister now.

John, in comparison to Richard, had been lucky. She had all four limbs still intact, though they were a little shorter and thicker, meant more for being walked on by a belly-crawling reptile. John's legs didn't look like they would let her remain upright for long, but her forelegs still had what looked like semi-functional hands.

Richard recognized elements of a human shape still left, a swell in the chest and a curve to the hips that mimicked the appearance of a human woman. John's face and muzzle were shorter and higher than a true alligator's, or possibly a crocodile, Richard could never remember what the difference was, and she sported a long, thick, heavy tail, as well as a round, egg filled belly.

John looked up at Richard with sad, frightened eyes. The gator placed her forelegs up on the bed and nuzzled the glass snake gently with her snout, which was held closed by a circle of duct tape.

The glass lizard's instincts screamed to escape the large, scaly predator, but she forced herself to be calm, knowing that her brother wouldn't hurt her. The gator pulled Richard close with a foreleg, the two transformed brothers sharing a hug.

Richard sighed softly, she felt better now that she had some company. Unable to hug back, having no arms, and being too small to coil around the gator, Richard returned the affection by nuzzling John's neck.

It felt good to be loved, John's scales felt pleasant against Richard's hypersensitive body. She sighed happily as her brother began to pet her gently. John made soft grumbling sounds, a pleading look in her eyes. Richard merely nodded. Everything would be alright now that the two of them were togeth... urk!

Richard found herself moving, being gripped in both forepaws and being pushed backward. One of John's hands gripped her just behind the head, and the other near the last third of her tail. Richard had no idea what was happening, until she felt a warm wetness at the tip of her tail.

No! No! No! This was not happening! She was NOT being used by her big brother as a living sex toy! Richard wriggled and writhed, trying to escape, but the gator was too strong, and as the glass lizard was pushed deeper and deeper into the alligator's sex, her body began to betray her again.

Richard knew the sensation of needing to fuck all too well, and that was probably what John was going through right now. The needful ache in her own loins had been maddening, so Richard could understand why she had been shoved almost entirely into John's pussy. It didn't mean she liked it.

A soft moan escapes Richard's maw as her brother's muscles began to grasp and caress her hypersensitive body. Okay, it didn't mean that Richard had to decide on liking it. She hated being treated like an animal, a toy, and a sex object. But the warmth, the wetness, and the constant caress made even inch of her skin light up with absolute delight.

She couldn't help it, instinct took control of her body, making Richard press her own sex, suddenly needful and aching, against the slick walls of her brother's cunt. It was frustrating, so terribly frustrating that she couldn't achieve the satisfaction in her own sex that John could so easily achieve using her as a living dildo.

The full body stimulation quickly sent Richard's conscious mind retreating into a corner, stuffed their by an instinctual urge to fuck, to breed, to experience pleasure. She only faintly noticed the sound of the cell door opening again. Richard couldn't keep her eyes open long enough to see who, or what had entered.

There was a sweet scent in the air, one that shut out Richard's consciousness completely, filling the glass lizard purely with the need to mate, to breed, to fuck and be fucked. She opened her mouth to moan and suddenly found it filled with a slimy tongue.

Richard blinked a few times, the kiss pulling her out of her lustful haze for a moment. The kisser backed away, and Richard's eyes widened in bafflement at the smiling, salamander-like face of her little brother, Kyle.

A black tongue snaked out and licked stray juices from Richard's face, a small, clawed hand patted her gently on the head, a slick, gooey slime accompanying it. Richard found her resistance fading completely, replaced by a sense of pleasant euphoria. She sighed happily, relaxing, letting herself be used as a sex toy. It felt good. Nothing mattered except feeling good, and making others feel the same way.

Kyle coaxed John to roll over and climbed up onto the gator's belly, allowing Richard a good look at her little brother. Kyle seemed to have retained most of a humanoid shape, though it was a feminine one. Though three feet in height, the salamander still had humanoid proportions, legs meant more for bipedal motion, dexterous hands with long fingers and prehensile thumbs, and a face with only a short, blunt muzzle.

Kyle's red and black skin was slick with a transparent, sweet smelling slime, which apparently induced Euphoria as John was making sounds of happiness and contentment. The salamander looked down at her brothers and giggled. Something stirred in her loins, sliding outward. It was red and tapered and it made Richard's mouth water.

The glass lizard found herself eagerly opening her mouth wide to take her hermaphroditic brother's member into her mouth. Delicately clawed hands gripped the sides of Richard's head, allowing Kyle to release her.

The glass snake relaxed, she could breathe easily, even with her brother's cock in her mouth and throat. It tasted nice, sweet, pleasant. The gooey slime that coated most of Kyle's body also seemed to be a thinner, less concentrated version of her precum. Richard felt herself drifting off into a state of detached lust, merely content to be a fucktoy, to act as a strange sort of living condom as she was pushed in and pulled out of one brother's pussy by the thrusting and bucking of the other.

She wasn't sure how long it lasted, or how many loads of sweet, delicious seed that Kyle poured down her throat. It seemed like they would never stop, none of them showing any signs of fatigue. But after one last climax, which made John arch her back so hard it made a few soft pops, Richard felt herself being pulled from her brother's warm, wet tunnel. She squeaked her protest, but soon found she didn't care, as a forked salamander tongue began to lick her clean.

The comparative chill cooled Richard's blood, making her feel drowsy. The room felt colder then before, and John curled up beneath the bed's blanket, her lustful heat forgotten and a feeling of pleasured bliss replacing it.

The gator curled up, nose to tail, the salamander and glass lizard resting snuggled up against their brother. With a few practiced cuts with her claws, Kyle removed the duct tape holding her brother's muzzle shut, and the gator grumbled her thanks.

For the first time since her kidnapping and transformation, Richard felt happy. Truly happy, not merely from the effects of his brother's slime, or from being so pleasantly pleasured; she was with her family now, and despite their transformed states love was still love.

Richard drifted off into sleep, dreaming not of forced copulation and egglaying as she had done before, but of sunning herself, lying on her brother's comparatively broad belly, Kyle lying alongside her, the salamander petting her affectionately.

The glass lizard was woken by the sensation of being plucked from her bed, stolen away from her brothers, and carried off into the hallway. She quivered with fear, wondering what horrible fate was in store for her now.

Richard recognized the path taken, and the animal enclosures with the names on them no longer baffled her. She shuddered; there were so many cells, and so many names. So many people transformed as she had been.

She was carried back into the office where it had all began, placed on the desk in front of the Doctor, the one who had done all this two him.

The Doctor smiled, the dim light showing perhaps a hint of points hidden within a darkened mouth. Richard's captor reached down, and the glass lizard cringed, trying to slither away.

But rather than the painful grasp she expected, the touch that came was gentle, a clawed fingertip tickling her under the chin. "You've seen the pain and suffering I can cause, Richard. You've also felt the pleasant wonder that I can grant you. I don't enjoy playing the role of torturer too often, but I can't abide somebody threatening me with a weapon. You understand, I'm sure."

Richard cringed, she felt sorry for having marched in here, threatening the Doctor with a loaded pistol.

"So, now that you're aware of what I can do here, I'm going to make you an offer. I'm not going to change you back into a human, and I'm going to make you keep that form for some time to come due to what you and your family have done to the environment, but I'm not without compassion. I can make your life here quite wonderful."

The smile widened, showing definite fangs. "As you've seen, Kyle has accepted my offer, and is quite content with her new role, new gender, and new form. I have a role for you that I know you'll quite enjoy. Are you interested in hearing about it?" the Doctor asked, the tickling becoming gentle strokes.

The glass snake nodded. She wasn't drugged right now, she knew she should be repulsed and disgusted about what had happened the previous night, but she just couldn't work up the anger for it. She had liked it, enjoyed it, and not merely because of her instincts; the glass lizard wanted to do that again.

The diminutive reptile looked up at the dark, towering figure before her and slowly nodded her head.

"Good." said the Doctor.