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fuzzrawmuse · 1 year

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Special Delivery: An Encounter Unlike Any Other

Here is the short story I wrote in conjunction with my music instrumental inspired by the raffle prized I received from @KennyNaga on twitter. Naga!Kenny belongs to @ask-nagakenny Fuzz belongs to me @fuzzrawmuse

Okay, where do I begin?...Oh right! Introductions

My name is Fuzz. I am a wolf-feline hybrid. A musician (well, a guitar noise-generator more so) and troublemaker based in northeast of the grand ol’ US-of-A.

I had decided to try to get a cheap holiday flight to the mid-west by mailing myself from the east coast in a wooden crate and packing peanuts. Turns out you get what you pay for. The plane carrying postage was this old cargo unit from a bygone era scooped up for pennies on the on dollar. The vessel was on the brink of falling apart in mid-flight, and it did… the cargo hatch snapped, door popped open and I was falling out of the sky right. Two thoughts popped into my head:

welp, so much for the free trip to Chicago

and

AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!

The longer in free fall my heart sank further. Had my eyes closed for the whole eternity as I was bracing for impact, until WHOMP! CRACK! BWOSH! THUD! “…wait, I’m still alive?” Despite being rattled around and scratched up, I had survived the crash landing. Dazed and bemused, I pried open the box and found myself in some tropical jungle area alone only with my trusty guitar and cheap flip phone with a cracked display. “I’m not going to last long out here, especially now that I’ve brought attention myself to any potential predators” little did I know that would be the exact thing that would happen, but by what?

I left the rubble behind, anxiously to find reception to make a distress call so wouldn’t get eaten alive. After wandering aimless for hours (I’d lost count after the first), I couldn’t for the life of me find signal. Not good. Instead, I found a skyscraper-like tree with an enormous trunk and innumerable array of branches. With my feet nearly about to fall off, I decided I needed to take a breather. Hopelessness was setting in:

How am I going to get outta here?...

Too tired to move my legs and on the verge of nervous breakdown. I sat at the base of the big tree, guitar in my hands, plucking away at the strings just trying to calm my nerves. Struggling to find the right notes just to ease the growing tension, knowing nightfall was fast approaching and that I was in unfamiliar zone.

I was so engrossed in the music that I didn’t realize that I was sending vibrations through the tree all the way to the top… then suddenly I heard a deep male voice from above me.

“Well, I didn’t know there would be a concert this evening”

I jolted up from the based. “W-who said that?!” I was not alone as I thought… “L-look” I stammered, “I-I-I wasn’t trying to cause a racket, I just made a f-few wrong turns and just-“

“Racket? What you were playing sounded pretty good to me” The voice interjected.

“wait, really?”

Who was this? It sounded like some aristocratic I would’ve run into down in Georgia, but there was a warm, welcoming quality when he spoke that made me feel more at ease. For all I’ve known, this guy could be trying to sell me snake oil out in the jungle.

“Would love to have up here to hear more your musssic~”

Weird, that sounded like hissi-

Before I could finish that thought, a long snake tail had descended from the tree and wrapped firmly around my waist.

“w-WOaH!!” barely keep hold of my six-string as I was hoisted up into the tree. The anxiety creeping back in. Oh, dear Neptune, what have I gotten myself into? …And yet the ascent was not forceful, whatever had abducted me had me secure in its coils and was lifting me steadily without rapid momentum. I couldn’t tell if this was an elaborate trap from a mastermind predator or a benevolent invitation from an eccentric host. Amid the inner turmoil of uncertainty, the higher I was lifted I was able to see sunset over the whole tropical jungle. For a moment, it was serine and peaceful…

Then I was about to see who or what had plucked me from the jungle floor as I was brought through the foliage up onto the thickest branch. There to greet me was something I couldn’t have imagine being real…

“Apologies for not properly introducing myself”

One half a broad muscular human with long flowing copper locks, pronounced nose and chin. The other, gigantic serpent.

“My name is Kenny” the naga said while gently setting me down onto the tree branch.

“F-Fuzz” I stammered, in awe and ‘dear in headlight’ terror “my n-name is Fuzz.”

“Well nice to meet you face to face” Kenny said with a friendly smile as he extended his arm out to shake my hand.

“So what brings you here?” he asked as I shook his hand.

“Oh um, well I…” So I told the naga how I ended up here. He listened with interest as I detailed the series of events, made me feel less anxious the more I talked.

“Good heavens!” Kenny exclaimed “So that was the loud crash I heard earlier today. That seems like lot of effort for a not-so pleasant trip, hope you aren’t too hurt.” Most of my times in peril, people would assume the worst of me and actively avoid me. I would have to shrug it off and move on. So, it was really weird that to hear genuine concern from a creature that dwarfs me in size, not knowing for certain if would become his next meal.

“Yeah,” I sheepishly replied trying to play it off my turbulent journey, “I have been through worse, all in the name of rock n’ roll, haha.”

As I dryly laughed, I felt the adrenaline wore off, and I was beginning to feel the soreness all over my body.

“You must be exhausted after such a long day,” Kenny remarked as he saw me rubbing my neck.

“I mean,-“ I tried to interject but I had to relent “…yeah, it’s been kinda of stressful day to put it lightly.”

“Perhaps I could help alleviate you stressssss, Fuzz?” He proposed

“H-how?” I asked nervously trying to save face, not knowing what was to happen next.

“Are you some kind of hypnotist?” I asked half-jokingly. I saw a mischievous grin form across Kenny’s expression “Well…” he said “I have somewhat of an expertise when it comes to hypnosis”

I felt the blood drain from my face, I knew it. I was done for. I was going to be put under and swallowed whole. “Well it’s b-been a niiiiice visit,” I said, shakily getting up from the branch “but I really must go.” As I tried to make my escape, I glanced down realizing that I was up a good a hundred feet from the ground. Vertigo nearly made me fall off, so I looked back up to see Kenny still deviously smiling back at me. This I exactly where this naga wanted me for easy picking. I closed my eyes in fear with my back against the tree.

“W-w-wait!” I pleaded, with my eyes shut firmly holding onto my guitar for dear life, “don’t eat me, please! I’m just fur and bones.”

I was bracing for the strike… nothing happened. There was a pause, then a deep chuckle from Kenny

“Eat you?” he said, “I’m not going to do that, I wouldn’t get to hear your music again.”

“Then what are you going to do with me?” I asked tensely.

“I just want to help,’ Kenny said tenderly, as he gently took the guitar out of my hands. Now with my arms covering my eyes still unsure of what was going to happen. I felt his hands caress my face, which slightly surprised me but strangely didn’t oppose. Lord what is coming over me?

“You deserve to get some resssssst” he said into my ear, sending shivers up my spine.

“How s-s-so?” I stuttered.

“Let me look at you” Kenny’s voice drenched in honey “so you can sssee what I have to offer.”

Cautiously, I lowered my arms and slowly opened my right eye to see Kenny right in front of me, but now his eyes were now blooming rings of blue, yellow, orange, green, blue, yellow, orange, green, blue, yellow… I was caught in his gaze each passing second. Unsure of what was exactly happening, I felt each color washing over my worried mind with a calming warmth and coolness. As the rings grew stronger in my head (blue, yellow, orange, green…) the tension in my neck and shoulders began to wane. I start to feel something at my legs. Something slowly wrapping around my body steadily coiling from up my waist to my chest. Kenny was forming rings of colors in my head and rings of coils of his long tail around my body.

“Looks like you’re starting to ssssee,” his voice echoing a deep tranquility into me, “how’s about we get both eyes, if you pleassssse.”

At this point, I slightly dazed smile forming along the edges of my face. I was a mumbling, repeating back a few odd words, syllables, noises back whilst in my trance-like state. Feeling his coils encapsulate my body “hngg, mmh,” I replied “Ke-Kenny, it feels so good, so go—” before I could finish, Kenneth’s tail completed wrapping around my collarbone and easing over the last trace of my neck. Giving one last tender squeeze around my whole body, opening my left eye exposing it to the rest of Kenny’s hypnotic gaze, sending my mind into intense bliss. With both eyes reflecting the ever-changing colors of Kenny’s and his scaley tender touch, I had succumbed to his sensual embrace over my whole being. He spoke gently into my ear as my eyes slowly began to shut

“Ssssee you in the morning…”

I awoke to a calm morning atop in the jungle, snug in coil cocoon. It was the best sleep I had in a while.

“Ah, good morning, Fuzz” Kenny said, “did you sleep well?”

“Mhmm?” I sleepily hummed “you could say that.”

He and I both chuckled, then Kenny offered to fetch some fruit for breakfast before. I happily accepted as I stretched my arms from out of his coils to go and offered to help Kenny. As we went scrounging, Kenny proposed to drop me off by a jungle expedition he saw just north of here to get me back home

“You know,” I replied “I wouldn’t mind staying for another day. After all, I still owe you a proper concert for the hospitality you gave”

Kenny smiled “That can be arranged~” he said as he gave a warm grin back to me.

I would’ve stayed longer, but I had to get back to my stomping grounds. I recorded as much of music I remember hearing during that fateful day, it’s still a little blurry in details, but the feelings I had are all there.

One day I’ll have to make a return trip to this jungle, minus the crash landing. I’m sure I’d be able to find Kenny again, I know just what to play to get his attention. If he doesn’t mind me as a repeat guest. Somehow, I think that’s exactly what he wants…

#ask-nagakenny #first encounter #hypnosis #short story #appreciation post

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onenerdtwonagas · 2 years

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((Uriah & Kenny Gotham AU thingie I got the urge to write…featuring @ask-nagakenny of course <3))

It wasn’t entirely uncommon for invitations to charity events and galas to find their way into his mail slot. Being one of the wealthier individuals of the city meant a fair amount of donations were made, either from his company or his personal accounts, and Kenny didn’t exactly shy away from a good time when it presented itself. Some interested him more than others, of course, particularly the cause behind developing a new, state-of-the-art lab wing for the city’s herpetology institute. He’d had a good chuckle to himself when he read up on the need for funds and signed the check; who would suspect him wanting to do anything other than be generous? It paid off in the form of a personal invitation to the party celebrating the opening of the successfully funded and completed project—booze and food included. Not that he’d be drinking. He wanted to keep a clear head to scope the crowd for fun.

Kenneth nodded a brief thanks to the bar tender for the glass of seltzer set down before him and turned his gaze back out to the well-dressed crowd. Plenty of well-to-do high society members frolicking around, making their polite conversation. Been there, done that. A few reporters to get interviews for their various papers and online news outlets…not the flavor he was after, either. Media folk were usually snarky, dry, stubborn, plenty of fun to toy with, but he wasn’t feeling up to bantering. He wanted something…different. Relaxed. Somebody shy, perhaps. Somebody like…

His brow perked as a man wriggled his way loose of a tightly packed cluster of partygoers, smoothing out his hair and vest and adjusting his glasses. He turned and offered a sheepish smile and apology before ducking his head and beelining for the bar, sighing heavily.

“Hey, uh… Got anything smooth back there? Light?”

The bartender gestured to the wine rack behind him, and the man nodded. A glass of sweet red wine was poured out in front of him momentarily.

“Thanks,” he breathed, relieved.

Kenny smirked to himself for a moment. Poor thing clearly felt out of place. But that interested him.

“Not used to big parties?”

Green eyes blinked at him.

“Hm? Oh. Uh…no, not really,” the man replied, running his hand through his curls again. They did look very soft. “W-Was it that obvious?”

“Only a little,” Kenny chuckled. The man blushed and took a long pull from his glass. Poor little thing, indeed. “So what brings you here, then?”

“I work for the institute. All of my coworkers are here, but they, uh…kind of lost me, at some point.” He scanned the crowd and frowned when no familiar faces presented themselves. “Happens every time…”

“That’s a shame.”

“They’re just more extroverted than I am. This isn’t really my scene.”

The man straightened himself, offering a hand.

“I-I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be complaining to a stranger about that. Doctor Hoffman, herpetologist and snake specialist,” he said politely.

“Kenneth Huggins.”

He bit back the urge to laugh or smile too broadly as he watched the freckled man’s face go blank as their hands shook.

“Wait, not…not the one who gave the huge donation?”

“Oh? I wasn’t aware I was so special,” he said coyly, still holding onto the doctor’s hand.

“Y-You gave the largest amount! We were able to afford seventy-five percent of our new diagnostics equipment on your funds alone, sir!”

“A pleasure to be of service to a good cause. But,” he added, leaning a little closer and softening his tone, “please, call me Kenny, Doctor.”

“O-Oh, um…o-o-okay then.”

The doctor swallowed thickly and finally eased his hand out of the handsome businessman’s palm, tucking it into his pocket as he cleared his throat.

“You, uh, can just call me Uriah. ‘Doctor’ sounds kind of stuffy, anyway. Used to only hearing it at work, if even then.”

“Uriah? I like that.”

“T-Thank you?”

Kenny watched him visibly flounder for a moment. Oh, he would be fun. It had been a while since he’d played with someone on the sweet and sensitive side. Now, just how to figure out a way to get him home…

“Soooo,” Uriah drawled uncertainly, staring down into the remaining wine in his glass, “you…have an interest in herpetology? Snakes?”

“Of course!”

“R-Really?”

“I love them,” Kenny nearly purred. “I have quite an affinity for them.”

“Oh. I just…figured maybe… N-Never mind, it’s rude of me to think it.”

“What? Didn’t expect someone of the business elite to have a fondness for reptiles?” Kenny jested.

“They’re not exactly everyone’s favorite creatures,” Uriah replied, shrugging.

“What about you, then?”

“I think they’re fascinating. Gorgeous, honestly. Snakes are so often misunderstood and portrayed poorly, but they’re just like most other animals, y’know? They want to survive, obviously, but they can be gentle and curious or even playful like any other creature.”

“You really do like them,” Kenny chuckled, smiling. “Seems we have that in common.”

“Y-Yeah, I guess…” Uriah blushed and gently swirled his glass. He shyly glanced up at the man now standing comfortably close.

“Do you…um…o-own any?”

Ah. There it was, the sound of opportunity knocking. Kenny barely concealed his excitement.

“I do, actually! A reticulated python, to be exact.”

Uriah’s brows rose in interest.

“Really? Those are pretty big animals! Have you handled anything before the one you currently have?”

“Let’s just say I know my way around large reptiles.”

“Oh. Uh, wow, you just…that is—“

“Don’t seem the type? I’m full of surprises like that.”

“You…aha, certainly are,” Uriah laughed bashfully. His gaze flickered up from his drink to Kenny’s face, and back down again. He was clearly attracted, which worked all the more in Kenny’s favor. He had him where he wanted him. Now to just tempt him a little further. The businessman reached into his coat and pulled out a slender, slick business card, holding it out with a charming smile. He had only brought the one, saving it for such a fortunate opportunity.

“I’m in need of someone to come and give my pet a little look-over, actually. You seem like an excellent fit.”

“M-M-Me? Oh, no, no, I-I’m not a vet! I mean, I have done veterinary work, I’m trained for snakes and a few amphibians as per the institute, but I’m not a f-fully fledged veterinarian,” Uriah rambled quickly.

“That’s perfectly alright. If anything’s truly wrong, I’d trust your referral to another specialist. My dear pet just needs a little check-up, is all. And you seemed intrigued, so I figured…?”

Uriah stared at the card. He did love the opportunity to handle snakes, which his work sometimes didn’t always allow; many days he was busy handling paperwork, data, test tubes… Being able to examine a—hopefully—healthy reticulated python was quite the temptation.

“Would you, uh…w-want to schedule a specific time for me to stop by?”

“My personal number is on the card. Just give it a ring!” Kenny chirped, sliding the velvety paper into Uriah’s vest pocket. “I’d say we could go now, but it’d be rude to leave the party so early… Why don’t you call me tomorrow, hmm? We’ll chat.”

“…Y-Yeah. That, um…s-sounds like a plan.”

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Several days had passed before Uriah found himself shutting the door to his car and staring up at the impressive house. He fidgeted with the strap of his bag, packed with the basic veterinary essentials for a simple house call, and bit his bottom lip. Maybe he was making a bad decision. The institute had their own reticulated pythons housed within the facility; it wasn’t as if he couldn’t go view them or ask to help with their handling. But there had been a very handsome face asking him to stop by for this python in particular… Muscular men and snakes, his two largest weaknesses. Go figure.

“I’m an idiot,” Uriah groaned to himself, briefly thudding his forehead against the door of his car. “A nerdy, gay idiot…”

Sucking in a deep breath, he straightened his posture and smoothed his shirt before approaching the large door. He knocked and waited for only a few minutes before the attractive businessman he’d met prior answered. His smile was charming, clothes casual; Uriah took a few seconds longer than he should have to drink in the sight of his large chest wrapped snugly in the v-necked shirt he wore, and the way his jeans hugged his lower half.

“Hey, there you are! Just the man I’ve been waiting to see,” Kenny greeted cordially. It wasn’t lost on him how Uriah’s eyes roamed his figure. “Come on in, doc! Make yourself at home!”

“…Uh, right, right. T-Thank you.”

Uriah shook his head and tried to focus. Here for the snake, idiot, here for the snake…

“So, um, where’s the patient?” Uriah tried to joke.

“Right this way.”

Kenny gestured for him to follow. Uriah tried to keep track of the path they took through the large, roaming house, but after about the third turn he was terribly confused. It wasn’t shockingly opulent, like most of Gotham’s wealthier estates were, but it was still obvious that Kenny was far out of his league pay-wise. But eventually he was led into a large room with a one wall lined by a spacious terrarium, the light mildly dimmed behind the glass. Foliage glistened with dew fresh from the built-in misters, occasionally dripping down into a shallow pool on one end of the enclosure. Uriah couldn’t help but let out a low whistle.

“Woah… Some zoos don’t even have tanks this nice for their animals.”

“The best money can buy for my boy,” Kenny said proudly. He gave a gentle tap on the glass by drumming his fingers.

“Atlas? We’ve got company.”

Uriah’s jaw went slack as the bedding at the far end of the enclosure shifted, and a massive, glistening python emerged, his tongue flickering out inquisitively as he slid towards the door his owner was opening.

“Atta boy, come on out. You know the drill.”

“He’s gorgeous,” Uriah breathed, slowly crouching down and opening his bag to find his hand sanitizer and a pair of examination gloves.

“Thank you; I do my best.”

Uriah watched the snake bump it’s snout against Kenny’s ankle before it fixed its eyes on him. He remained still, watching for signs of apprehension or aggression.

“Does he like being handled? Will he mind me touching him?”

“Oh, not at all. Atlas is a big, scaly puppy. Aren’t you, precious?”

The python brushed past Kenny’s ankles, slithering across the floor and flicking out his tongue as he approached the strange human. Uriah stared in appreciation as the snake lifted its head onto his knee, feeling the weight of its neck alone as he took the opportunity to visually inspect his head.

“Eyes look clear…vents are good… Gosh, he’s beautiful,” Uriah breathed, placing one hand on the snake’s neck and stroking. Kenny watched with interest, taking in the man’s fascination and clear adoration of his animal. It was very endearing; most seemed put-off by his pet, but Uriah was entirely enthralled.

“No signs of unusual mucus at the mouth or eyes, so I think we can say he’s clear of any potential infections… When was the last time he shed?”

“Oh, about a month ago, I’d say.”

“How’d that go?”

“Swimmingly! Came off in a few large pieces.”

“That’s normal for a snake his size. As long as nothing was giving him a hard time… How about eating?”

“Give him a good meal once a week, usually. Sometimes a day or two over if he’s not taking it right away.”

“Live prey?”

“Nah. Wouldn’t want it scratching him up.”

“Good. I personally prefer the non-live feedings myself for the same reason. I once saw some lady’s ball python that had gotten a nasty eye injury from a live rat it hadn’t eaten right away,” Uriah said with a hint of remorse. He gently felt along Atlas’s body as the snake continued to slide across his legs, his head rising to flicker his tongue curiously at Uriah’s jaw.

“H-Hey! None of that,” he chuckled, gently easing the snake’s head down. “Dinner and a movie first, big guy.”

Kenny smirked.

“He’ll loaf all over you, if you let him. Takes after me in that sense.”

“I-I, uh—“ Wait, what was that last part? “—can see that! Surprisingly affectionate; most snakes I’ve met take a few days or weeks to get cozy with new handlers.”

“So, looking good, then?” he asked, quietly approaching from behind.

“Yeah. Perfect, actually! I don’t know if I’ve seen any of his species looking this large or healthy in captivity before. I mean, the ones we’ve got at the institute are healthy, but they’re nowhere near his size. You’re taking excellent care of him.”

“I’m flattered,” Kenneth nearly whispered. Uriah shivered, hearing him so close. He stared down at the shifting scales resting on his legs, trying to focus on their weight. They were certainly heavy, and strong. He couldn’t exactly stand up in his current position, with the widest portion of Atlas’s body resting across his lap.

“I-It’s nothing, really,” Uriah stammered. Feeling heat rise to his face.

“Don’t be so modest. You came all this way just because I asked you, and let me know my beloved pet is well. I appreciate that.”

Uriah swallowed thickly. He felt something sliding up his back. Smooth and muscular. Was it the snake? No, Atlas had his head close to Uriah’s bag, flickering his tongue at it to try and determine what the odd thing was. His tail? That end was curled loosely around Uriah’s ankle.

“Uh…odd question, but…d-does Atlas have a friend you forgot to mention?”

Kenny chuckled, a deep and velvety sound in Uriah’s ear.

“No. Just one full snake here.”

Full snake? Uriah was nervous. Something told him he should gently remove the python from his lap and excuse himself, but he was also intimidated by the idea of raising his gaze. He wasn’t sure he’d want to see the reflection of whatever was stroking his back in the glass wall of the terrarium. Why did the wealthy of Gotham always have some bizarre quirk?

“What was it you said to Atlas? ‘Dinner and a movie?’ I’d be happy to oblige.”

“Th-That’s not necessary! Really!” Uriah said quickly. “I-I didn’t even give you a bill or anything, so, uh, y-y’know, c-consider it a freebie!”

He reached out for his bag, desperate to escape the awkwardness of his situation, but one of Kenny’s hands gently caught him, and Uriah froze.

“Oh, I couldn’t possibly. You deserve at least a little payment for services rendered…”

Uriah nearly squeaked as Kenny pulled his hand back. His glove was removed easily, slipping off of his skin with a simple tug of his fingers. He felt warm lips press against the back of his palm. His freckled cheeks burned.

“I-I-I—u-ummm…! K-Kenny, I-I’m not s-sure what you’re p-p-propositioning, b-but I—I just m-met you, a-a-and not that you’re not attractive—y-you are!—i-it’s just that—“

“Look in the glass, Uriah,” Kenny purred.

“W-What?”

“Just look.”

His gaze slid upwards slowly, cautiously, his heart thudding loudly against his ribs. The first thing he noticed was Kenny leaning over him, strong chin hovering just above his shoulder. The next was the huge, winding mass of coils behind him, and no sign of his legs. He gasped and flinched instinctively, but Kenny’s body behind him and Atlas across his lap prevented him from moving.

“Shhh. Just watch…”

A flash of color caught Uriah’s attention. He froze, back tense against Kenny’s chest, breathing heavily. Another flicker captured his gaze. It was…it was Kenny’s eyes? No, that…that didn’t make sense… None of this made sense…

“That’s it. You’re alright,” Kenny whispered soothingly, letting his eyes pulse enticingly. “Watch the colors, Uriah.”

“What—W-What are you…? I-I don’t…u-understand…”

Kenny held his hand against his cheek, nuzzling it without breaking eye contact through the reflection. He could feel Uriah slowly relaxing, leaning back against him, going limp as his breathing slowed. Good.

“Atlas, sweetie, leave the nice doctor’s things alone and go back in your tank,” he crooned. “Daddy’s going to keep our guest company for a while.”

The snake finally slid off and away from Uriah, the man weakly trying to move his legs before collapsing fully against the not-entirely-human-being behind him. He stared almost pleadingly at the reflection, eyes stuck on the rippling colors flowing out at him.

“W-W-What are…y-you gonna do…to me…?” Uriah asked, words beginning to slur.

Kenny stroked his free hand along Uriah’s side and curled the end of his tail around his hips, squeezing playfully.

“My movie collection is a little lacking, so I’m hoping this show is serving you well,” he whispered, “and it’s a little early for dinner, but perhaps we can work up an appetite together, hmm?”

Uriah’s face flushed as Kenny nuzzled him again, stealing a kiss on his cheek.

“I noticed how you looked at me at that party, and at the door. It was rather flattering. And I meant what I said about making sure you got adequate compensation for today. I just hoped you’d like a little more than the usual check, perhapssss?”

The hiss sent a shiver down his spine. His mind was hazy, but uninhibited by his usual reservations. That offer sounded good…great, even. When was the last time someone had paid him that kind of attention?

Wait, this man wasn’t a normal human. He had a massive serpent’s tail. And was doing something to him with those eyes. Those beautiful, colorful…dreamy eyes…

“We could always just cuddle,” Kenny added, smiling as he turned Uriah in his arms to look at his eyes directly. “Wouldn’t want to rush things. You strike me as the ‘slow and steady’ type. I don’t mind taking my time.”

The full force of his hypnosis flooded Uriah’s brain. He could feel coils at least two feet in diameter beginning to circle him, pinning his limp arms to his sides. The end of Kenny’s tail shut and locked the door to Atlas’s terrarium as he continued to roll his thicker coils around the entranced man, running his fingers through his hair. He liked the softness of it; just the way he’d imagined it when he first spotted Uriah at the gala.

“I-I…nnn…”

“Your call, sweetheart,” Kenny purred. “Although, if you’d like a little sample…”

He lifted Uriah’s chin and kissed him, pulling back while gently tugging Uriah’s bottom lip between his teeth. Uriah let out a soft whine, rippling, color-filled eyes staring back in submission. Inhibitions gone. Worries wiped away. Uriah moaned as Kenny’s coils hugged him.

“Mm…p-please…”

“Yesssss?”

“Be…gentle,” Uriah murmured. Kenny chuckled and stroked his cheek, lifting him to take his latest thrall to his bedroom.

“Oh, I’m going to have fun with you. Don’t worry, dinner will be on me, after.”

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