Realignment II. The Receptionist
Remy Walsh was starting to get anxious going into work. The nineteen year old mouse had agreed to work for his uncle's chiropractic firm over the summer because he needed the extra cash. But recently his uncle expanded their practice and brought on a naga as another doctor. Remy was deathly afraid of snakes, and Doctor Kirik made the mouse's bright red fur stand on ends despite the carpet python's friendly demeanor. The worst of it was that he was always around. He didn't go out to eat, he came in early, and he would spend hours in the office after closing usually for an extended massage session. Inevitably Remy would be stuck staying late just so he could close up. His uncle didn't mind, and everybody else seemed to love the new doctor. For Remy, however, a chill ran down his spine whenever the doctor slithered into the room. He had to start coming in late, setting a trend of being a little irresponsible just so he could avoid taking the elevator up with the carpet python. At least it gave him time to enjoy his morning coffee.
One day, at nine-thirty in the morning, Remy rushed into the elevator, feigning concern for his tardiness as he usually did. He stepped into the empty elevator and breathed his usual sigh of anxiety, hoping their interaction would be minimal for the day.
Those hopes were dashed as a heavy coil threw itself in front of the closing elevator door. The serpent smiled at the mouse as his torso entered the tiny elevator. "Jeremy!" He greeted with a friendly smile. "Looks like we're both running late today. Well, slithering late, I should say!" Remy laughed nervously, his fear piling on just as the white and gold lengths of coil piled into the box. They stacked up over his head, spilling over a little bit. By the time the doors closed there was barely any space for the mouse to maneuver.
They stood in silence as the sluggish elevator seemed to crawl up towards the eighteenth floor. The seconds were agonizing for the mouse. "You doing okay there, Jeremy?" The doctor asked, noticing the stifled tremors. Remy didn't look up at him.
"Can you stay late after work? I think you and I should speak." Remy rubbed his arm, his quivering lips struggled to respond. Just as he was about to, he was saved by the bell. The doors opened onto the floor, and the naga began pushing his coils out. "Five o'clock, yes?" The mouse watched the last of the snake's coils follow his body out. He still trembled, his mind running a mile a minute. The elevator doors began to close as he stood paralyzed inside. He nearly hurt his hand flinging it in front of the closing door.
That entire work day was a haze to Remy. Patients came and went, and while his mind was completely lost to the anticipation of what the doctor was going to do to him, his body seemed to kick into auto-pilot mode. His uncle smacked him lightly on the shoulder a few times, each time telling him to get his head out of the clouds. Nothing helped though.
As the afternoon sun flooded the waiting room, the mouse felt like he was on the verge of a panic attack. He could feel the adrenaline coursing through his bloodstream. He remained glued to his seat, terrified of even putting one paw on the floor. It would have meant taking the plunge and facing his fear head on. But it was already too late. The entire office was empty except for him and the doctor. Nearly every cell in his body told him to run for the door and never look back. One cell, however, pressed down on his curiosity and compelled him to walk down the hall and into one of the massage rooms.
The room was softer lit than the exam rooms, and the air inside was slightly warm and smelled of vanilla. Everything was designed to encourage a sense of calm and relaxation, something Remy needed desperately at that moment. For inside the room, Kiric reclined on the massage table, his coils in a neatly layered ring around it. He didn't seem to notice Remy coming in until the mouse stammered, "Um, Doctor Kirik?"
"Jeremy!" He exclaimed, sitting up to face him. "Looks like you caught me napping. I usually hide out back here after work, recover a bit from the day before I head home." Remy shuffled his feet nervously, staring at he mounds of muscular coils that rested inches from his meek frame. The naga lifted his torso from the massage table and moved closer to Remy, shutting the door. Remy's body was in fight or flight mode, his heart banging in his ears like a drum.
"Your uncle and I spoke the other day. I want you to know that I'm not feral. I don't go around eating people. Wouldn't have much of a practice that way, now would I?" He grinned at the mouse. Remy nodded hastily but could not take his eyes off the thick lengths of the doctor's enormous tail.
Time seemed to slow to a halt. The doctor's voice became distant, muffled by a ringing in the mouse's ears and the heavy beating of his own heart. Without warning, the snake's hand gently clasped over Remy's wrist and gently lead it towards the scales surface of his coils. Remy tried to pull back, but in that moment he realized how helpless he truly was as all his strength could not match the doctor's. He wanted to scream but his fear left him paralyzed, his throat unable to release even the tiniest of squeaks. All that was left for him to do was stare as his hand slowly made contact with the smooth scales of the doctor's tail.
On the surface they felt like gentle bumps over a soft surface, with all the shine of a newly waxed car. The layers of soft tissue beneath had some give to them, and while the surface was about the same temperature as the room there was a warmth from within. Remy gazed with a timid awe. His hand remained planted on the coil even as the doctor let him go. It seemed whatever debilitating terror was wracking the mouse had parted like curtains, revealing an intense fascination behind them. With some trepidation Remy placed his other hand on the coil. He glanced up at Kirik, searching for approval. The serpent nodded, subtly positioning himself behind Remy while the mouse felt about his skin. Pressing down harder Remy discovered the secret power of the snake's coil muscles. It was as if he was pushing against a giant steel cable.
Kirik gently placed his hands on Remy's shoulders and began massaging them. The mouse tensed up immediately, unsure of how to react. But the snake knew how to make his patients melt and within seconds the tight muscles around Remy's neck and shoulders gave to his deft fingers.
"Just relax," Kirik said, working into the mouse's tight knots. "Take as much time as you need." Remy's shoulders slumped, giving in to the doctor's intimate working. Kirik dared to test the limits of his receptionist, his scaley palms wrapped around the back of Remy's neck pulling and kneading while his fingers gave a gentle squeeze. The mouse swallowed softly, his face flush as the serpent's hands closed around his throat. The doctor peeked over Remy's shoulder eager to see how his "patient" was doing. Remy's eyes were growing heavy, his mouth slightly open as his breaths drew out slow and audible. The tiny hands placed on his coils had slipped back down to their sides.
"Doesn't that feel better, my dear Jeremy?" The python asked in a low, sultry whisper, his tongue flicking the side of the mouse's face. Remy responded with only a breathy nod. Kirik worked his neck and throat over, squeezing in slow pulses. He pushed Remy's chin up so that he could look down on his prey - and also to hide the sneaky tail creeping in a loose circle around the unsuspecting mouse.
"You like thissssss..." he hissed, his primal side beginning to show as he stared at Remy.
"It's... it's okay," the mouse meekly responded. Kirik chuckled.
"This is never JUST okay. People have one of two reactions in moments like these. By not running away, I can tell your fear is just masking a deep-seeded obssssession. You're enjoying this very much." Remy blushed, his red fur turning a deeper rose, and cracked a bit of a smile. "I wonder what else you might enjoy, my little Jeremy."
The air felt a little different to the mouse, less free than it had been. He sensed a warmth licking against his body. Soon the warmth turned into cold pressure, and he recognized the scales texture of Kirik's coils closing in around him. It gave him a fright, but before he could break out, Kirik has siezed him in an aggressive move to trap the scared mouse. Remy's heart raced, the adrenaline coursing through his body as he feared he had been lured into the doctor's death hug. The snake squeezed tight, making sure his guest had no room to move and less room to breathe.
"Isn't that better?" he asked the trembling mouse. Remy tried to resist, keep the air inside him, but it was a losing battle. He had to breathe, and the moment he exhaled the python's coils twisted tighter. The adrenaline in his blood demanded more oxygen, the urge to breathe becoming more dire. He tried once more, but Kirik squeezed tighter on exhale, reducing Remy's breaths to a thimbleful of air with each gulp. There the naga held him, watching him struggle.
"D-doctor... I can't..."
"Sssssh," the doctor urged, "I know, you can't breathe. Except you can... you're just panicking." Kirik's hands gently caressed the mouse's head. "Slow your breaths, my dear." Jeremy did as he was told, attempting to slow his hurried inhales. To his surprise, the doctor did not constrict him further, and although it was not much he was able to fill his diminished lungs with enough air to keep him awake. His heart pounded against the coils wrapped around his chest and throat. The snake could crush him at any second, and yet he hadn't. Was he just toying with the terrified mouse?
Something else was happening. The mouse shut his eyes tight, trying to fight it. Inevitably, however, the mouse's cock slid out of its sheath, prodding the coils held against it.
"My oh my," the doctor purred, leaning his torso against Remy's coiled back, "Somebody is enjoying themselves. Does my dear little Remy have a fetish for coils?" Jeremy tried to shake his head, his face turning a deeper shade of red than it already was. The coils round his waist tightened and pulled him up just enough for Kirik to slip his hand around the rapidly hardening cock, eliciting a strangled squeal from his prey.
"That was rhetorical, dear. I already know your browser hissssstory." Remy's heart dropped, feeling exposed both physically and emotionally. Kirik slowly pumped the mouse's perfectly pink erection as he read back Remy's search terms. "Snake vore, snake constriction, constrictor doms, snake vore fetissssh..." The mouse trembled. Kirik laid his desires bare as he hit all the sweet spots. His hand grip was soft yet strong, and complemented the coils as they inched tighter. Remy's breathing picked up again, ragged and whistling through his strangled windpipe.
The little red mouse had no recourse. He had become the snake's willing prisoner, completely bound and struggling to breathe under the crushing hold of the python's grip. Kirik masturbated Remy thoroughly, making sure to pump the entire length. His other hand reached down, cupping and tugging at the mouse's hefty balls.
"How long have you been pent up for?" He whispered. When the mouse didn't respond, he throttled Remy's neck. "Ansssswer me, boy," he commanded, a sudden dark cut to his voice.
"Fh....fi.i.i.v...e..."
"Five days?" Remy barely eked out a nod, his eyes watering as he stared into the python's. His vision was beginning to fade. A ringing in his ears accompanied the heavy drumming of his pulse which throbbed in his face. "That won't do at all." The snake lowered his head down to the mouse's member. A single bead of pre oozed out the tip only to be lapped up by a forked tongue. The feint brush against Remy's cockhead made him jump in the coils that expertly constricted him.
"I said I wasn't going to eat you," Kirik remarked with a chuckle, "Let's just say I wasn't entirely honesssst." Before the mouse's fear of deception could sink in, the naga wrapped his lips around Remy's penis. A frantic squeak erupted from his tightened throat for a brief moment before the python twisted once more, shoving the last of Remy's air supply out and locking him up.
As the slick serpentine tongue wrapped itself similarly around Remy's eager member, the mouse thrashed and gasped for air, but none came to him. The blood worked harder to deliver air to him, pooling in both heads as it seemed squeezed out of the middle. Remy's lungs burned briefly, but the python's crush had already turned the mouse's mind into a lust-ridden bowl of mush. His head throbbed softly, captured in a fuzzy warmth of euphoria. All he could feel was the tight embrace and the cascade of pleasure emanating from his loins.
Kirik sucked and slurped. He watched the mouse paws twitch, savoring the sound of Remy's total silence. His feral instincts preferred that. He didn't need them telling him they were going to cum - the rock-hardening cocks told him everything. The mouse's body thrashed, the desperate attempts to breathe mixing with the mind-numbing orgasm that flooded the naga's hungry mouth. He gushed liberally, indeed providing a five-day load as his hips jerked and spasmed.
Remy's vision was clouding over, his eyes crossed and rolling up into his head. He could focus on nothing but his cock spilling into the python's maw. It felt so incredible to be embraced all around as he released his load. But his need for air was about to send him crashing into darkness. As the mouse's struggles began to weaken, the snake loosened the death grip and flooded the room with the sound of Remy's panicked gasps. He coughed and heaved, replenishing his supply of air.
Kirik cleaned the twitching mouse cock of the last few drops inside and rose to meet his eyes. The mouse vibrated in the afterglow. He was brought to the brink through his worst fears and released his deepest desires all at once. He panted, staring with glazed eyes up at the serpent. Kirik chuckled. "Feel better now that you got that out of your system?" Remy couldn't respond - he could barely think. The coils seemed to hold him much more tenderly now, though they had to support the mouse's complete weight as he had lost all his strength. Finally, a slow nod told Kirik everything he needed to know.
"Alright, then. Why don't you go home and rest up? I expect we'll be having a few more of these... talks." He winked and released Remy from his coils. The mouse nearly fell over, and a paw reached out to hold himself up. Dazed and weak, he wobbled towards the door, nearly falling over again were it not for the naga catching him in his arms. "Ah, perhaps I should take you home. You don't look like you're in any condition to make it back yourself." As the mouse stared up at him, something in his mind urged him. He stretched out his neck and placed a kiss on the serpent's lips. Kirik blinked, not expecting the display of affection, but it certainly showed that the mouse finally saw the doctor in a different light.
"Still afraid of me?" Remy nodded. Kirik smirked at him. "I can work with that."