Snake
Snake.Txt - M/? - April 16, 2005
A word-picture of a man, a jeep and an anthro-snake
By SwampRat
A dusty road. The sun beating down on a vehicle, driver in a hurry to get to Camp and get out of the heat. But not in such a hurry that a rock jutting up to puncture a radiator or crevasse lying in wait to twist a tire would be overlooked in the baked earth.
There was literally Nothing for miles, So the figure by the side of the road was very much a surprise. The driver slowed then stopped, looking over the creature. Human, brown as the dust covering the naked form. Professor Jager Sorenstaad got out of the 'jeep' - If it had 4 wheels, and no doors it was a 'Jeep' - And carefully helped the man up. Women didn't have the same hip structure, and none had what flopped across the same dust-brown lap as he turned the person.
"Easy, Old Chap." The professor spoke like someone in a bad english movie.. Which is pretty much how he learned it. A swift if thorough examination found no wounds, or broken bones..
"How the Devil did you get Out Here, In This State? Nevermind, I..."
What came from the man's throat was a dry hiss that made the hair on his neck stand up.
"Sustenance."
Gently putting the man back down he smacked his head.
"Of course Old Boy - I have some water in the back and an hour's drive will have you back at Camp.. There we can get you Right as Rain again.."
He turned.. And fell on his face as hands gripped his ankles.
"What the Bloody..?"
He turned his head - And wished to all the Saints he hadn't. Climbing up his legs was what could only be a snake. A man-sized snake. With arms and hands and a forked tongue that flicked out, touching his sweat-soaked back.
When the upper functions balk at being reasonable, the lower ones have no problem with trying to save the body from whatever danger is making a person's mind go blank. He screamed. He kicked. He just about pulled out of his shorts, fingers digging into the hard packed soil, body trying futility to outrun the menace.. That wasn't really doing much but gripping him. And tasting his shirt.
Until it jerked his shorts down around his knees.
Before he was worried about being killed and/or eaten.. Now he was worried about his virginity! The last thing a 'Sane' person should do is turn their head when they think their demise is close. And yet everyone Has to see how they are going to die.. The Professor turned, gasping raggedly and watched the mouth open, the tongue that was the plain pinkish white of most tongues, slide down and caress his butt.
That was it. It didn't spit poison, or fire or anything. Just licked his rear. He almost laughed..
"Oh Hell.."
Twin hypo's snapped out and with a sudden plunge of the scaled head, sank into his flesh. His scream came out a choked grunt. It stung.. But nothing like he expected. He had been hit harder by the well-patched seat in his vehicle. Again the tongue's forks caressed him. He stared feeling good. Very good.
"When I said I needed sustenance, I was not talking about what flows through your veins.. I need that which lies between your legs. But I require Much of it. And while I am strong I don't like having a foot in the snout. So you will give more willingly.. And more often if I 'bite' you."
"Very sensible.. Very sensible Indeed."
He was turned, hands cradling his buttocks. Watched as the tongue brought him to erection with a few well-placed licks. Then he was engulfed and he arched into the warm mouth, already blasting his semen down the dry throat. The snake-King swallowed the offering, squeezing the mammal's rump. It wasn't so much the seed as the Life-force.. Both from the orgasm and from the sperm itself. He could have taken it in other ways - If he was in his temple. Cantations and magical traps kept him fed. But that was some time ago. Now he had a single Human to harvest. And that the Upper Gods for him - Camels, while giving him what he needed, tasted like mangy rugs smelled.
"Again.." he demanded, and again his servant shivered despite the heat, nuts trying their best to keep up with the demand.
But the man was not young and 3 times was all he could muster - Even with the 'venom' that made every ejaculation multiple squirts, Overtaxed his brain in both keeping the supply of chemicals coming and the orgasms going. A disappointed hiss as the body went limp - except one place that would be stiff for some time to come. Now fully restored, the reptilian creature slide the man into the conveyance and taking up the back, commanded it to move. Commanded it again. Hissed most menacingly at it.
But despite what many who drive it thought, There was no mind to control, no soul to threaten. It was dead, inert. One last hiss died as clawed fingers found the canteen. The chariot may not move but the one who operated it could be. The liquid splashed over the parched head, some finding it's way inside. A sputter and a cough later the Man was awake enough to wonder what happened.. The seat was Hot on his suddenly sore rear, as his shorts had been shredded in the snake's haste to get what he needed. Looking around, he suddenly felt very foolish - Must have gotten a little heat-stroke.
It took a little work and several curses in various languages before the vehicle decided it would go ahead and run again. He never noticed the creature coiled in the back.. Even when it seemed he had to stop and urinate quite a few times... And was always tired but very satisfied afterwords.
The End - For now.
Yes it is short, but it is meant more as an outline than a story. Re: If I can ever find/make a snake-morph model I will do this in Poser. More like Find as making one is somewhat beyond my capabilities.