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Snake Eyes Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Sanmer Based on idea by 9Delta

The sounds of the rainforest were all around, from the bird calls and cricket chirps to the distant call of the lemur. The jungle was lush and plentiful year round, drops of moisture rolling off waxy prehistoric plant leaves, vines running around across the entire island... everywhere except the big radio dish and the surrounding settlement. In the midst of the jungle, the presence of mankind had been made known. Cement buildings rose up like symmetrical mountains and houses were arrayed in neat, clean rows that defied the balanced look of the nature on the island. It was a contrast to be sure, a contrast that Keon often wished no longer existed.

At the edge of the jungle was the settlement school. The building had been there for forty years now, offering education from kindergarten through the end of high school. The island's best scientists took turns educating the youth on what they would need to know to carry on, ranging from geomagnetics to biology and cosmology. It was heady stuff, but like any youth, many spent their time daydreaming.

Keon sat on the cement retaining wall at the edge of campus, one leg straddling the clean, well tended school grounds while the other dangled over tree roots and wild flowers. Keon was in his last year of school, his black hair feathered and a little bit wild, his skin a creamy peach color with just a hint of spice to it. His eyes were a captivating shade of green, though they were hopeless and a bit swollen... much like the bruises on his arms and legs, sticking out plainly from the shelter of his school uniform.

The other settlement students went to and fro, getting ready for the afternoon's activities. It was review time and as such the parents would be coming, almost like a parent teacher conference back home... But the settlement school saw it as more. It was a chance for family participation, an exchange of ideas back and forth. It was time for everyone to advance the cause of science, for why else would they be there on such a wretched island?

Keon heaved a heavy sigh, gazing along the perimeter of campus. He wondered if anyone would know or care he was gone if he ran into the jungle. Keon was so lost in his own thoughts he didn't hear the other boys advancing until they were right behind him. He spun around, looking up at the bigger and taller trio of bullies that had spent so much of life accosting him.

"Well boys, it looks like Keon's all alone out here... I wonder if that's because he has nothing to prepare for." The red headed ring leader chuckled.

"I already prepared, my presentation is all ready!" Keon protested. The boys guffawed at that.

"You prepared? Why waste the time? Its not like your parents are coming." The blond lackey smirked, puffing out his chest.

"They will come, you'll see!" Keon replied, though not very convincingly.

"Even if the Harris's come, they aren't your real parents... They're just the poor souls that got conned into taking you in." The bully replied. Keon had been trying to hold In his rage, to suppress it, to keep it trapped... but enough was enough.

The smaller teen sprung off the wall, unleashing a flurry of fists to anyone within reach. He hit jaws, cheeks, stomachs - but he only landed a few blows before instinct overwhelmed surprise and the bullies turned back. Keon was punched in the guy, then the jaw, pushed back and punched one more time in the stomach for good measure. Winded and battered, Keon fell over the retaining wall, landing on the uneven ground and the roots beyond, only his feet remaining over he wall. The bullies laughed at their victory, trying to forget that the pipsqueak had managed to best them for a few moments. Before long the calls of the rain forest returned, disrupted no longer.

Keon lay there on his back, staring up at the canopy, imagining to himself that he could hear what they could, that he could hear the pulse of the island... That he could feel the unique energy fields that drew the humans, or that he could hear the steady pulse of the radio dish that had been transmitting for so many years. He tried to imagine it all, but eventually he gave up and closed his eyes, sighing out slowly. Life was never going to be the same, not like it had been before his parents died. He was just a foster kid in a community of scientists forced to pick up the slack, the products of an experiment ended before its time... But at least he was surrounded by the beauty of nature.

****

The meeting hall of the school had been filled to the brim with students, teachers and parents preparing their presentations. In many ways it was similar to the science fairs back on Earth, but each experiment had merit in the fields of study the researchers were performing. It was an important stepping stone into adult careers. Some had their entire lives mapped out before them while others were still struggling to find their way... and Keon was most certainly struggling.

The panel of judges had moved from station to station, seeing displays on mining and water filtration, improvements on telepresence communication and radio telescope imaging. It seemed that every field was represented well, though the judges looked a bit mystified as they approached Keon's display. While the other students presented their research openly and proudly, Keon's was covered by a tarp. They gathered outside the display, looking at the young man in his gray and white school uniform, their tablets at the ready.

"Of all our senses, they say that sound is the one that is the most under-rated. It is responsible for one of our two primary methods of communication, it gives us appreciation of music, it warns us of danger... but there is so much more to hear than we can as humans. Our telescopes 'listen' to the universe, and our settlement is protected with the pulses from the dish. We live our lives in the confines of those sub-harmonic frequencies, but as scientists, that protection comes at a cost." Keon said.

The panel of judges were intrigued, starting to write down notes. While normally quiet and reserved, Keon seemed more confident than he had ever been. Another judge was a little more reserved, his notes a bit shorter. The judge was familiar Keon's foster parents, with the work they did studying the near by dark matter nebula. The foray into harmonics seemed quite detached unless someone realized that his late parents had worked on the great dish as keepers of the signal that kept the forest at bay.

"As scientists, we strive for the perfect laboratory conditions, free of outside interference or factors that can manipulate our findings... but we have failed to provide control conditions for harmonics for our entire stay on this planet - until now." Keon said, pulling the tarp off of a large terrarium. The glass case was filled with warming lamps, rocks, dishes of water and bugs... But most impressive were some of the long orange and black spotted snakes from the forest. They seemed completely content, relaxed, and well cared for.

"Oh my god..." one of the judges muttered, backing up.

"Mister Harris!" Another muttered.

"We need a containment and extraction team to room H!" A security guard said into his radio. Keon's green eyes darted back and forth among his teachers, seeing everyone panic.

"It's alright, they're docile... The harmonic pocket simulates their natural environment, if anything they are more relaxed than-" Keon's pleas were interrupted.

"SNAKE!" a student shrieked, figuring out what the commotion was about. The fear came not from the unknown, but from the unprecedented. Since the installation of the dish, no wild life had come onto the settlement. Plants did not grow, bugs did not approach. It was a sterile field... one that Keon had managed to bypass. Students fled for the doors and burst out onto the campus, a few teachers doing the same. The double doors opened again as a security team entered, moving toward the box. One of the judges moved over to join them.

"Just get it to the forest line, it should be fine from there." The judge said.

"Shouldn't we eliminate the threat?" A guard asked. Keon's eyes went huge at that.

"They didn't do anything wrong, you can't hurt them!" he exclaimed.

"It would only upset the students more, please just extract them." The judge said. The guards seemed to dislike this idea as they would have to handle the snakes, but they were tasked with protection. They moved over to the terrarium and started to prepare to remove it. Keon moved over, trying to push them out of the way.

"No, wait! I have to get the battery cells, we can't just pull the plug, it'll-" Once more Keon was interrupted, but this time by a simple pop... The sound of the plug coming out of the wall port. The harmonic bubble around the terrarium collapsed. The snakes inside froze in place, feeling the heavy pulse coming from space, hitting the dish before radiating outward. It hammered down through them. The snakes looked at Keon with their bright yellow eyes as if to ask why they had been subjected to such purgatory... but their instincts soon kicked in. They had to get away from the pulses.

Without the harmonic bubble, the terrarium was little restraint for the serpents inside. They struck at the lid, popping the latches one by one. Overwhelmed by it all, one of the guards lost his hold of the container as they lifted it. The terrarium fell to the ground and shattered. Far louder screams echoed out as the serpents fled the scene, slithering across the floor, sending teachers and students in every direction. Once more the guards pulled out their weapons.

"WAIT! I'll get them out of here, just give me a chance!" Keon screamed, infuriated at the stupidity of his fellow colonists. He ran across the room, opening the doors to the courtyard, looking at the snakes, "Come on, right this way." He pleaded. Seeing a door out of the building, the snakes followed his cues, heading outside. Back in the room, the teachers started to relax. Sadly, that relaxation didn't carry over to the campus grounds.

Students that had fled the hall were now subjected to the snakes again, only this time without the protective terrarium. They scattered more, all save for three boys that stood their ground. They had heard the shouts and the name repeated over and over again... Keon. It was the freak's fault, and sure enough he followed the snakes out. They looked at each other before nodding, moving to pick up any implement they could find... A bat, a stick, anything. They'd put an end to the threat.

Keon was unaware at first of their approach, focused on the snakes. They were disoriented, afraid, trying to escape the pulse and get back to the forest. Keon knew he'd been an idiot to subject them to such a risk, but they were almost back home. Everything would be alright as long as they got out. Keon moved around the side to keep them from wandering any closer to the buildings, trying to keep them on track, but Keon's eyes widened as he saw others approaching.

"Stay back, they're almost out of here!" Keon said.

"They wouldn't even be here if it wasn't for you. Let a real man end this threat." The red head said, charging. He swung his bat around, bringing it down to hit the snake before him, but the wood hit human flesh instead. Keon grunted as the bat hit his shoulder, the teenager having dove into the way. The red head looked startled at that, but his allies were not slowed down. They moved for the snakes as well.

Keon left the confused classmate to stop the others, grabbing a stick from one and breaking it over his knee before tackling the third, the two toppling to the ground just shy of the stone wall at the edge of campus. The orange and black snakes reached the edge and rose up the side of the wall, sloping over it. The first disappeared quickly into the forest, but the other stopped on the edge of the wall, turning back. His muzzle parted and a forked tongue emerged, tasting the scents in the air and feeling the very edge of the pulse before it too left for the peace of nature.

Keon panted softly, bleeding from his shoulder and hands, smiling despite the pain that they made it out okay. His revelry was short lived, though, as the bully beneath him punched him in the jaw, pushed him over onto the ground and kicked him. The other bullies moved to assist until the guards from the building emerged to break up the fight. It wasn't long before Keon was dragged back toward the building along with the bullies, everyone involved wanting answers for the unprecedented disruption of the safety of the complex.

As Keon disappeared into the building and the humans went back about their business, only one set of eyes remained where they were, watching the human settlement. The yellow eyes with the vertical black slits continued watching for a long time, pondering the black haired boy's actions. The snake eyes were contemplative, but eventually even they too blinked, disappearing into the darkening jungle.

****

It had been a long day for Keon, then a long evening and part of the night. He'd been scolded by his foster parents, by the school principle, and even had a brief meeting with the settlement director about the severity of his actions. Keon had grown more and more despondent through it all before he eventually excused himself and settled in for bed, pushing his dresser across the front of his bedroom door so no one could enter.

The teenager had slumped into bed, wearing only his uniform pants as he thought about the stupidity of it all. He'd done what every student did for those stupid science fairs, he had advanced his parents' research. His experiment had far reaching potential but the so called smartest of the smart had succumbed to humanity's most basic and primitive fears. Then again, it had been his fault the snakes had to suffer or get scared at all. Keon sighed. He was on academic probation, he was grounded... But at least no one would bother him for a while.

Keon closed his eyes and steadily drifted into a deep, exhausted sleep. He had bruises and wounds from his beatings and he hadn't eaten much. It was enough to bring him near to the edge of a coma, and enough that he wasn't even aware as the window to his bedroom was slowly slid open. Scaly green hands with white palms opened the window before the two hands gripped the edge. Muscled forearms hoisted a figure up... The shoulders were broad and the torso was fit, muscled and clean... Though the chest and stomach were covered in creamy white scutes, a ribbed serpentine underbelly.

Rising from the shoulders was a lanky neck and a long, angled head forming into a serpentine muzzle. Bright yellow eyes gazed out from green skin, tiny nostril slits flaring as a forked tongue tasted the air. After watching the boy sleep for several minutes, the figure pushed himself up and over the window sill, all but dropping into the room. He landed roughly, pulling in foot after foot of his lower body. Where humans had waists, the creature's body began narrowing and tapering into a twelve foot long tail, scutes running down the entire length interrupted only by a cloacae and a cock slit. The naga regathered himself on the floor of Keon's room before moving closer.

The naga had been watching Keon for some time, the only boy brave enough to enter the jungle without escort. He treated the snakes with respect, he sketched them on tree bark, he fed them. He even used his strange man science to bring them into the settlement. The naga felt a bit of a pang in his heart at that. Every one of his kind, every one of his smaller snake cousins, all life on the planet was repelled from the human settlement... except him. He had been born different, immune to the effect just as the humans were. It was for that reason he had grown so fascinated with them, their ways and their culture... but the black haired boy had fascinated him the most. He was so kind and compassionate and yet the humans were so cruel.

The naga reached the end of the bed, using his tongue to keep tasting the air. The human teenager smelled so... innocent, so meaty and savory and kind. It was a complex mix of feelings for the naga, but his heart was full of such affection. He had come to the settlement to steal food, to bring back resources to his family, but he knew he couldn't resist giving the boy a gift. Ever so carefully, the naga began sliding up onto Keon's bed, filling the unoccupied space behind his back. He slid up hip to hip and snuggled closer before draping his heavy tail over the human's legs, laying his head down on Keon's shoulder before draping an arm over his side.

In Keon's dreams, things changed... but even so, his brain was trying to tell him that things weren't right. His bed was riding lower, he was getting warmer, there was pressure on him... and the snake loved that physical touch. The human was so warm, it was astounding. He leaned in tighter, absorbing that body heat, feeling energized from it. Keon shifted a bit, rising from his dreamy state to more levels of consciousness. He stirred a bit and smiled, feeling the touch of someone else... but then the pleasantness faded as he realized no one would have ever touched him like that.

Keon slowly rolled over, meeting eyes with the snake's. Keon's chest tried to gasp for breath but failed. The human looked the naga up and down, seeing his amazing, huge body... Wondering if he had lost his mind. There were no records of snakes that large, let alone snakes with arms or vaguely human proportions. Keon didn't know what to do... but the naga had other ideas.

The naga leaned in, his muzzle opening, bringing it to Keon's face. Keon was too shocked to resist and soon he was being kissed by a naga. The forked tongue plunged into his mouth and started slithering around, and despite all his fear and confusion, Keon started to feebly return the kiss.

The human had no idea what was going on, it made no sense, but at the same time it felt damn good. He started returning the kiss more, his hands moving to explore the snake's body, feeling the scales and the scutes, the muscles and the flesh. Their kiss grew more intense, especially as Keon licked one of the snake's long fangs carefully... and it was then that the tingle reached his groin and his cock started to harden, pushing out into a tent in his pants. Feeling the warm bump against him, the snake felt the need to gain even more body heat and started to rub and grind back.

The two began humping, inadvertently at first but then more directly. Slowly Keon's arms wrapped around his snake visitor before he rolled onto his back, pulling the naga up onto him, using the beast's body weight to pin him there as he humped up against the creature. Keon felt like he'd gone insane, like he had snapped after his terrible day, but he didn't care. If this was being insane, he never wanted to be sane.

The kissing and humping continued, the two getting more and more engaged into it before the happenstance of shifting positions brought Keon's bulge to the snake's cloacae. The uniform covered cock slipped into the quivering hole and was immediately soaked with thick, syrupy fluids. Keon let out a moan into the kiss, holding himself there for a long moment. He felt like his body was on fire, that he couldn't take anymore... but the naga craved much more.

Feeling the pleasant surprise of a human cock in his hole, the snake pushed his hips forward. Inch by inch the cloth covered cock was enveloped before it was half way in. The naga started riding up and down on Keon's member as his own cock began to slide out of his slit. Keon panted into the kiss, giving into the pleasure more and more. He reached over to his bed side table and grabbed a pocket knife, using it to split open the waist of his pants, tearing the material apart. As it fell away, his wet human cock plunged even deeper into the snake without restraint. Keon let the knife clatter to the floor as he wrapped a hand around the snake cock on his lap, stroking it hard and fast.

The two kept going at it, Keon biting his lip to suppress his moans, feeling like such a naughty boy making love to a snake when everyone else in town was deathly afraid of the smallest ones. Keon moved to bury his face in the snake's neck, licking and sucking before biting. Assuming this was a human tradition, the naga moved to do the same, tracing his fangs over Keon's fleshy neck, debating on whether or not to show him a naga tradition.

Deciding it was a perfect moment to do so, the Naga came down suddenly. Keon gasped as the fangs pierced his neck, burying into the flesh, but his eyes widened even more as he felt the gushing of fluids into the wound... and a sudden, intense euphoria. His eyes dilated, the irises contracting until his eyes looked nearly completely black. His nipples went erect, his cock became harder than it ever had been and his balls even seemed to stiffen. His heart raced and he felt like he was flying on a cloud, drifting through heaven itself.

Feeling more bonded than before, the naga rose up and down on Keon's cock harder and faster, the bed lurching beneath them. He licked the human's face happily, glad to have made a new friend, feeling Keon's body react so well beneath him. Keon drooled and lurched in movement, high on lust and pleasure, unable to stop himself as his balls eventually tensed up, his cock pulsed and he pumped his hot human seed into the snake's hole.

The naga closed his eyes and licked his lips, feeling the warmth radiate through his insides. He wrapped his muscled arms around Keon and held him tight, laying down across the human's body. He snuggled close, not letting go, keeping the human trapped inside him. Keon lay there, panting for breath, overwhelmed with intense pleasure... and then shock as he realized the naga had passed out on him, asleep and unconscious so innocently as that...

As tired and exhausted as Keon was, he lay there awake, holding the naga. He felt the serpent's heart beating, his chest rising and falling with breath. He felt the flesh of a cold blooded creature, the waxy, leathery feel of his scales. He didn't want that moment to end... Minutes became hours and the hours drained away until morning, during which at some point Keon eventually did fall asleep, blissfully happy.

****

Keon murmured a bit as he started to wake up, feeling colder than he would have liked. A cool breeze was blowing across his wet, naked flesh as a rain storm sounded outside. Heavy clouds filled the heaven and droplets of rain as big as brussel sprouts were pelting the facility. Keon's eyes opened up as he recalled the amazing, brilliant dream he'd had... the dream that made him happier than he'd been in his entire life. He slowly sat up and then paused, feeling cream roll down his lap. He looked down at his half hard cock and his lap full of spooge, not finding it all that surprising that he'd cum during that dream.

The teenager climbed out of bed before standing naked, feeling the winds of the storm against his back. He turned to look at the window, hesitating. He never left it open... Had that been part of what inspired his dream? He moved over to close the partition, looking out at the blustering trees and whipping vines outside, watching the water collect on the cement path before rolling toward drains.

Keon turned and moved back toward his closet to get dressed, though for what he was uncertain. He had a week's suspension from school after all. He pulled out green and brown civilian clothes, pulling the shirt on first before he pulled on the cotton pants. The pants soaked up the sperm from his lap, the liquid disappearing into the black fabric. Keon smiled at that, moving over to his mirror to comb his hair.

As he picked up his comb and brought it to his black locks, he paused, noticing two marks on his neck. He set the comb down and ran his fingers over his neck, feeling the puncture bumps that were still there... and very real. As he touched them, it all came back to him. The night of naga sex, of cuddles, of staying up as long as he could manage. It was all real. His eyes darted around the room, seeing things had been knocked down, realizing he had a visitor... Keon rushed back to the window and threw it open, gazing out into the storm longingly, knowing the only way he'd ever be happy again was if he found that naga.

****

Keon's boots snapped through twigs and crushed the rain soaked leaves into the mud as he pushed deeper into the jungle, his clothes already saturated with rain, his black hair stuck to his chilled skin. Thunder echoed, shaking the ground beneath his feet but still he pressed on. His green eyes studied the terrain, looking for something he never would have thought to look for before... the path a twelve foot long naga tail might make. The storm continued to worsen, but Keon was perseverant, following the broken twigs and overturned Earth to a root cluster of a fallen tree. As he approached, he saw there were holes beneath the roots almost like caves. Keon took a deep breath.

"Hello?" he called out. From the darkness beneath the tree, two bright yellow snake eyes opened up.

"You found me, even in thissss sssstorm?" The naga questioned. Keon gasped at that.

"You speak English?" Keon asked.

"I learned your rudimentary ssssspeeech." The naga replied, slithering out of his hole, rising up on his tail to look Keon in the eyes, his muzzle forming into a very clear smile. Keon blushed a bit before he leaned in and kissed the snake softly before stepping back.

"I want to thank you for last night, But I don't even know your name." Keon said.

"Sarin..." The naga replied a bit.

"Sarin, that's a cool name. I'm Keon." Keon replied simply. It felt strange in a way that they had sex before knowing each other's name, but Keon felt more comfortable with Sarin than he did his own kind.

"Ssssso you came out during a sssstorm jusssst to thank me?" Sarin asked.

"Well, that and another thing." Keon said. Sarin watched the human in confusion as he knelt before the snake and leaned in. Keon began to nuzzle against the slit above the naga's cloacae, teasing the slit before the tongue plunged into the gooey depths.

Sarin hissed in surprise, grabbing onto Keon's head with both hands. It only took a few more licks before his snake cock was sliding into Keon's mouth> Keon began to suck and lick the cock, inexperienced but more than making up for it in eagerness. He sucked and blew, bobbed his head back and forth, getting hard just from sucking the snake off. Sarin was just as hard, panting and groaning in the storm, knowing he could be caught by more of his kind at any moment... but he didn't care. He had a bond with this human. They were more like each other than they were like his own kind... and that thought sent Sarin over the edge.

Keon was unprepared for the sweet flood of sperm into his mouth, let alone the sort of meaty maple flavor the snake sperm had, but he greedily drank it down, feeling it coat his throat and fill his stomach. Keon gazed up at his naga lover, seeing the snake's head tipped back in orgasmic bliss beneath a canopy of blustering leaves and the flash of lightning. He knew that Sarin was enjoying it just as much as him... and that life was far better than a dream.

****

The week's suspension had ended all too soon for Keon, especially with numerous love making sessions with Sarin. They had shared so much of their lives in such a short time. Keon had told him about the mysterious death of his parents, life with his foster parents, his trouble with school... but it all felt so trivial compared to what Sarin had told him of a jungle full of Nagas, of their underground cave networks, of their life since the humans arrived... and it was those thoughts that distracted Keon during class.

He had daydreamed through three lectures, filling his notebook with countless sketches of snakes and nagas, every doodle curving and rounding with the ease of a spiral coiled tail. The other students had noticed, and while they normally would have teased Keon to no end, the students had become a bit afraid of Keon - the snake wrangler.

Videos of Keon leading the snakes out of the school and defending them as they escaped had gone viral on the school's social network. It had been the talk of the campus while he had been away. This had not done well for the bully's reputations as the students saw them beating up a kid merely trying to let animals escape. The initial fear that had gripped them all regarding the snakes had slowly turned into fascination. For the first time, exobiology class had started running late as students asked questions and got involved to the point where the teacher had to chase them out of his classroom... but now Keon was back and everyone had gone quiet on the subject.

Keon started drawing yet another sketch of Sarin in his notebook, deciding on a come hither expression with his naga pall at the school wall but he stopped when the door to the classroom opened up. Keon looked up, as all the students did at the interruption, to see the settlement organizer and his father.

"Mister Harris, would you please accompany us?" The organizer asked. Keon swallowed a bit at that, closing his notebook, tucking it in his bag. The rest of the students were silent, watching Keon cross the classroom in a sort of walk of shame. The settlement organizer only troubled himself with vital matters, this was no doubt big. Keon took one last look at his classmates, wondering what fate was about to befall him.

****

The walk with his father and the organizer had been short, moving to the principle's office. It seemed a bit strange for the highest ranking human on the planet to be moving into the office of a simple school authoritarian, but the organizer at in the principle's chair and gestured for Keon and his father to sit on the other side. The organizer gave a gentle nod to the guard who closed the door and waited outside.

"Mister Kellog, I am really sorry about the science presentation, I understand that-" Keon was silenced as the organizer lifted up his hand.'

"Keon, I'm not here about that, at least not directly. I am here... regarding your place in our community." Kellog explained. Keon shrank down more in his seat at that.

"What do you mean?" He asked.

"Well, despite the inappropriate nature of your experiment, it did show some real potential. You have talents that could be focused under the right supervision... It is for that reason I have reassessed your placement with the Harris family. You are going to be reassigned to the Juliard family. They are sonic specialists at the dish, working on a process to expand the effective range of the pulse field." Kellog explained. Keon's face twisted up in confusion.

"The Juliards? Are you insane? Their son is the brute that has been terrorizing me my entire life. You can't just 'give me away' to another family just because they are good at the same things I am. That's... And to EXPAND the field? Do you have any idea what those pulses do to the wild life?" Keon asked.

"Those pulses keep the animals in check, Keon... We can reclaim more of this planet from the wilderness if you use your skills, make our lives a bit easier here." His foster father explained. Keon looked at his faster father with shock.

"You're not going to fight to keep me? You're just going to give me away?" Keon murmured.

"This is for the best, for the best of all of us. Jameson will be nicer to you once you are his brother." His father replied.

"You never wanted me in the first place, you took me because you had to, and Jameson will never accept me. You're all nuts, you're all fucking nuts!" Keon said, standing up and lunging for the door. He opened it with such force that he nearly knocked the guard off his feet before bolting down the hallway, heading for the double doors.

"I see what you mean... He is a bit volatile." Kellog murmured.

"He's always been like that, ever since he came to us." Keon's father sighed.

"Perhaps he has too much of his parents in him after all." Kellog replied.

****

Keon had run out of the school, across the campus and jumped over the short wall dividing the human settlement and the jungle beyond - and he kept running. The settlement fell away behind him, the sounds of humanity disappearing. He heard the birds, the lemurs, the bugs and a babbling brook. Even more importantly, even though he couldn't hear the pulsing that came down over their settlement, he felt like there was no longer a pressure on his diaphragm or lungs, his body feeling relief getting away from that constant surge... and in that relief, he stopped running.

His body still, Keon stopped to look around slowly. As far as he could see in every direction, there was nothing but jungle. The leaves were a rich lemon yellow in color, the trunks a purplish brown. Ivy covered the jungle floor, nourished from the recent rain storm... but Keon was alone, ill prepared and lost. Keon sniffed a bit and slowly crossed his arms around him.

"Sarin?" he called out meekly, hopelessly, "SARIN?!" he exclaimed louder, his voice carrying.

"I'm here." Came a soft reply. Keon turned, seeing his green scaled lover. He ran over and clung to the naga, burying his face in the male's chest. Keon shivered and Sarin held him tight. Keon trembled before he looked up at the naga.

"I hate them, I hate them all... They want to spread out, to conquer more of this planet, but they are monsters. All they care about is science and what they consider to be progress. They don't care what they destroy along the way. They just want to use me to get what they want... Sarin, I never want to go back... But I don't know what else I can do. You're the only important thing in my life..." Keon sobbed. Sarin pet Keon's head slowly.

"I don't think a human could survive out in this jungle alone... but I know a naga could." Sarin said softly, "And if you really do want to give up your old life forever, I could make you one." Sarin said gently. Keon stopped sobbing and looked up slowly at his lover, his green eyes vulnerable and wide.

"Really? Like you?" he whispered. Sarin nodded.

"Yeah, like me." He replied fondly. Keon took a breath and looked back the way he had come. There wasn't anyone or anything back there for him. He had no school friends, his 'parents' were willing to give him away, the leader was willing to use him for their own goals. He had nothing to lose and everything to gain. Keon looked back.

"When do we start?" he asked. Sarin grinned.

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Once more it had started to rain, but this time it was far from a storm. A heavy mist came down across the jungle like a blanket of life giving love, the beads of moisture caught in bands of sunlight, glittering gold as they fell across the yellow canopy. Keon and Sarin had traveled quite a distance, heading up the side of a mountain. Keon had gotten a bit quiet as they traversed, taking it all in. In over four decades, few humans had traveled quite so far away from the settlement as he was now, least of all without an escort. It was truly an alien world.

The climb had been a bit difficult, but Sarin's serpentine body made it easier. The two held hands and Keon was led up higher and higher until they reached a rock outcropping jutting out over the side of the mountain like some sort of natural balcony. Keon was relieved to get onto level ground again, panting a bit... but as he composed himself, the natural splendor took his breath away once more.

They had climbed above the jungle line, standing where they could look over it all. The amber forest spread out in every direction like an ocean of leaves, rippling and waving in the wind. The horizon was bright with the setting sun, the sky turning red and purple in the distance while the golden light lingered all around them. The mountain itself lacked any trees, but its surface was covered with brilliant purple wildflowers. Keon saw beautiful colors as far as the eye could see in every direction... except where the settlement was. In the midst of the jungle was a massive cement dish, a bowl dug into the earth, catching signals from the satellite in orbit. Nestled around the dish in a ring was what the humans called home.

From a distance it seemed so ugly, so alien and so wrong, a blemish on the natural planet. Keon felt ashamed that they had even come to this world, though at the same time he felt lucky... Lucky that he had been born there, that he had met Sarin. He turned to face his lover, his eyes softening. Sarin was watching Keon think, the naga's yellow eyes reflecting the light of sunset. Keon moved forward and kissed Sarin deeply, tilting his head to invade the muzzle a bit better. Sarin returned the kiss, closing his eyes, their tongues tangling, but he used his long tail to coil around one of the purple flowers and pluck it from the ground. The prehensile tail delivered the flower to Sarin's hand and Sarin brought it up.

"You need to eat this." Sarin whispered.

"The whole thing?" Keon asked, a bit concerned. Sarin chuckled at that and nodded. Keon looked at the flower before he popped the petals into his mouth and then the stamen, chewing it up. It was seedy and rather bitter, but there was an oddly familiar flavor to it, almost like the artificial bacon from meal kits. As Keon chewed, Sarin circled around the human, pulling his clothing off. He plucked his shirt from him and dropped it to the ground and then worked to the pants, unbuttoning and pulling before they sagged as well.

Sarin grinned gently, holding up a finger as a claw popped out and he used that claw to cut through the underwear. As it fell away, Keon's human posterior was exposed. Sarin massaged his meaty ass cheeks, considering how strange it was to have a hole on the backside, but he knew what it would become. Sarin cuddled up behind Keon, massaging his ribs as he moved in close. The two had gotten to know each other's moves over the past week, making love in a variety of ways, but Keon gasped as he felt Sarin's shaft rub at his hole for the first time.

Keon leaned back against the Naga, feeling his body so close and so tight. Sarin began pushing forward, sliding in an inch of his cock, then another and another. Keon's toes curled in pleasure as he felt himself impaled on his boyfriend's cock. Sarin pushed in harder and deeper and began sliding back and forth, reaching around Keon's rib to stroke his man shaft. The two stood in the middle of nature, making love, naked and unashamed.

Sarin thrust deeper and harder, loving the sensation of filling Keon's ass. He wished in a way they had tried that sooner, but this was more than love making. This was saving his boyfriend from a life as a pathetic human. Using his tail as a counter balance, Sarin started to move around, turning with his cock lodged in Keon like a pivot point. Keon gasped as the snake turned more than ninety degrees, moving to push between his legs.

Keon was knocked off his feet, but as the snake slithered between his legs, he landed on the thick tail that arched up like a back rest. Keon was sitting on top of Sarin's cock now and Sarin leaned up his stomach to kiss him once more. Keon met the snake muzzle with his own lips, trying to kiss Sarin deeply, but the naga had other ideas. As they embraced, Sarin aligned his jaw so his fangs slid into Sarin's mouth, spreading his jaw wide before he began to release his venom.

The human's eyes went wide as his mouth filled up with tangy venom. Some began dribbling down his lips, but he instinctively kept it in and started to swallow. It burn and stung as it went down, feeling far more deadly than the euphoria inducing bite he'd had earlier. Sarin knew that the venom could have likely killed a human easily, but as the liquid hit his stomach, a tingling started to spread outward into his blood stream, bubbling with the remains of the purple flower.

The tingling spread out from his stomach in every direction, his veins darkening as his blood turned from red to purple. The natural coloring of his skin tone stuck out more and more, taking on a coppery color. Keon tried to keep his eyes open but the war in his body, the cock in his ass and the venom flowing down his throat was too much. He closed his eyes, surrendering to it all. He gulped and drank down the fluid, draining the apparently extensive venom sacks Sarin had.

Sarin kept pumping his fluid into Keon's mouth and throat, feeling his partner imbibe such an important part of his body. After several moments, though, Sarin's supply had been depleted. The kiss became softer and more tender before he broke the kiss and leaned back. Keon kept riding the snake cock in his ass, but his lips parted for a gasp of air... and two tiny fangs glinted in the light.

Keon sat there with his jaw agape, groaning as his canine teeth began to elongate and curve, the calcium and dentin reforming. They pushed out longer and longer, feeling aroused almost like an erection. Keon moaned at that, his tongue twitching and stiffening before it almost seemed to dry out, shrinking and then cracking. The cracks reached backwards as the tongue split out into forks.

The changing human stuck his tongue out into the air for a few moments before pulling it back in, dragging it along the changing roof of his mouth before the tongue found two small dimples. As the tongue tips hit the dimples, a whole new world opened up to Keon. An imprint of the world around him flooded his mind in strange colors. Sight, taste and smell all became the same sense. He could see heat, he could smell the rain, he could taste sex. It was amazing and it was glorious... and it was far from over.

Sarin kept fucking Keon hard, but it was growing stranger and stranger. With each thrust, Keon's ass was starting to move, rotating around his pelvis, through his legs. His ass cheeks were growing together behind the moving sphincter, becoming quite uniform. Sarin fucked Keon as his ass moved to where a pussy would have been, but it kept rotating forward. Keon squirmed as he felt his balls pulling up, the testicles retracting, the sack pulling back. The flesh was reabsorbed until it was smooth and flat, making room for Keon's hole to flip all the way forward. Once more Keon and Sarin were face to face, their bodies aligned properly.

Keon lay against the thick green tail, panting and gazing at his boyfriend, feeling his body changing drastically. All the flesh from his balls that had been absorbed were being reshaped into lips around his cock, a slit forming. His cock itself began to throb and ache as the interior anatomy changed, leaving the cock hard for good, making it able to retract when not in use. Keon moaned loudly, but he grew quiet as his legs went numb. The naked flesh pressed tight together and was starting to grow wet, not from sex, but from the mutation of his cells. His skin was sticking together.

The seam between his legs grew less and less tangible as his body mass reorganized itself, filling out in the conjoined legs. His body became more uniform beneath his cock slit as his legs fused to the knees, then the ankles. His toes seemed to wither and contract, pulling together as his feet went sole to sole. It wasn't long before his toes merged like a pile of crayons in the summer sun, connecting and fusing into a unified, tapered point. Keon writhed on the cock in his cloacae, his eyes still shut even as his legs became a tail and that tail started to grow longer and stronger. It flexed and writhed in a number of new ways.

While Sarin was focused on Keon's tail and fangs, the most distinct changes were more general. Keon's skin had continued to darken from a fair tan to a rich, earthy brown and finally a deep, onyx black. The color spread out across his back and his arms, creeping up his neck before disappearing into his hairline. The black even spread across his cheek bones and over his nose, covering his face. As the black pigmentation crept down toward his throat, however, the color faded, lightening up to a pale silver. The silver spread down his throat and across his chest, widening to his pits before stopping their horizontal advance, creeping down over his groin and down the underside of his tail.

As much as Sarin loved fucking Keon this way, the changes had progressed far enough to make love as Naga did. He gave Keon several more kisses before he began to pivot around once more. His hand continued stroking Keon's new naga shaft, holding it in place as it came across an all to familiar hole. Just as humans inverted for an act called sixty nineing, the two naga came together as their cocks slid into each others' holes. Sarin humped enough for the both of them, thrusting in and out, feeling the double whammy of filling and being filled.

Keon panted and moaned, feeling as if he would have been sweating but no moisture came out. if anything his skin became dryer, taking on a waxy, leathery feeling. His skin was toughening up, but as it did it started to crack and segment into perfect little rectangles. The scaly armor hardened and firmed across his body, most visible along his underbelly as the scutes formed. The scales crossed up and down his body from tail tip to forehead, though as his scalp changed, the hair follicles there could no longer keep root.

The shiny black human hair fell away, revealing the smooth scales of a snake. His humanity was being stripped away, and at last his jaw popped and shifted, the bones pushing forward. His lower jaw angled into a point, extending out from his mouth, leaving his upper lip and nose to push out to match it. Inch by inch his muzzle formed, but as it did his nose widened, melting away into the slope of his head and leaving the nostrils as nothing but slits.

The two nagas continued going at it, fucking each other harder and harder, bonding together in the most sensual of acts. Sarin held back no longer and Keon explored the limits of his body. The two worked hard and deep and then Keon felt it. For the fist time since the transition began, his eyes snapped open... but they were no longer human eyes. They had become lime green snake eyes, the vertical slits of black the only part not as radiant as the sun.

In simultaneous harmony, both naga cocks began to release their bounty, pumping their seed into their partners. Keon felt the last of his human seed leak out of his body before his juices became silkier, more prolific and far more sensual. He felt his own body filling with Sarin's seed and everything seemed right in the world. The two coiled around each other, their tails wrapping around each other, their bodies pressed tight. The world around Keon no longer felt oppressive, it felt like home. It was enough to start slipping into a delightful daydream, but as Sarin passed out cold, Keon fluttered on the edge of sleep. Something was distracting him... a sound. It was distant and faint, but ever present. Thump... thump... thump. Keon tried to find the source of the noise before he froze, realizing what it was. He could hear the dish, he could hear the pulse keeping the jungle back...

Keon felt like his eyes were finally open, his snake eyes. He had created a disruptor that blocked the sonic field, but that wasn't enough. He had to turn the signal off, to restore harmony to the jungle. It was a daunting task. Keon wasn't sure if he was up to it. He wouldn't do anything to risk Sarin, not after they had made a life together. Keon bent and flexed around, cuddling up against Sarin. Of all the people he'd known in his life, Sarin was the first to care, the first to reach out to him. Keon would do anything to ensure Sarin's safety and love, and that was the true purpose of the rest of his life.