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A Snake's Corruption

Part 2: A New Job

For Kacacarrotcake

By Draconicon

Yana got back to his hotel room without further incident and immediately conked out. The snake slept through the night without stirring, though his dreams were far from empty.

The cobra shivered as he felt the sucking of his cocks by the demon's ass in various different situations, his mind running through the whole scenario time after time after time. He dreamt of being on the ground, his hips being pounded into the pavement as the dragon-shaped demon rode his dicks, draining his balls to nothing. He felt the demon hold him against the wall, one foot against the wall as he rode him, forcing him into service.

He even dreamed the demon had pulled him forward on a leash attached to a cockring at his groin, forcing him to fuck the creature again and again, draining his balls until they had been flattened against his groin. The entire experience left him shivering under his sheets, and when he finally awoke...

Mmmph...that...wet dream?

Lifting his blankets, the snake blushed as he saw a massive puddle of cum around his middle, his dicks still limp as they had been when he had gotten into bed last night. His cheeks burned hotter as he realized that the semen had stained the sheets, half-solid beneath the puddle. Just how much had the dream milked from him?

He rolled out of bed, feeling his own product running down his body, soaking his scales from crotch to thighs in little more than a minute. The stink of musk was already clinging to his scales, and he knew that if he didn't scour himself in the shower, he would reek for the rest of the day.

With a shake of his head, he hopped into the bathroom, turned the water up as hot as it would go, and got under the flowing stream. The heat was enough to start soothing his muscles, at least, which brought a small smile to his face. At least he wasn't going to be miserable today.

And at least the westerners aren't making their showers sexual, too, he thought, hardly able to believe what he had seen yesterday up and down the streets. What have they done with their lives? Why is everything...like that?

He didn't know, and he doubted that he was going to get an answer anytime soon.

Grinding the soap into his legs until he was fairly sure that his scales were polished within an inch of their lives, he finally got rid of the stink of his own pleasure. The snake made sure to wash it clean again, then stepped out of the shower. A bit of lotion and a lot of care with dressing later, he felt like he was as close to prepared as he was going to get.

Let's see how the interview goes...

The taxi ride was just as sexual as the first one had been. He would have taken some other route, but the airport was mysteriously disconnected from the rest of the city by public transportation. Either you took a cab in, or you drove in on your own. All things considered, he wasn't ready to see if rental cars ran on the same 'fuel' as the taxis, so he bit the bullet and listened to the Doberman in the front grunt and moan all the way to the city center.

He paid his fare as he stepped out - trying to ignore the slightly slimy touch of the driver as he stepped away from the cab - and looked around. There was still so much casual nudity, with everyone wearing a collection of rings on their fingers and toes, and some of them wearing them in far more intimate places.

Shaking his head and trying not to think about it, Yana turned his attention to his destination.

MagiTech Inc. stood in front of him like a great spire, a beacon that stood over the entire rest of the city. It was a beautiful building, too, emerald green with blue lines running up and down it like support struts. He'd seen it in the distance, but he hadn't realized how striking it would be up close.

As he walked up the steps to the front doors, he was surprised to see that there were security guards standing between him and the entrance. They were frisking anyone that wanted to come inside, and considering that all the visitors were naked, well...that meant that things looked a good bit more sexual.

He blushed as he turned his head to the side, trying to ignore the way that the big rhinos were thrusting their fingers inside of pussies, up asses, feeling up cocks and balls, poking breasts. It was like they were intentionally molesting anyone that wanted to get into the building, even going so far as to run scanners over their skin.

What do they think? That people are hiding stuff inside their bodies? What kind of problems have they had?

It must have been just a bunch of paranoia, he thought. This was completely out of hand, and a complete abuse of authority. Typical of westerners.

He reached the front of the line, submitting to the pat-down. Big hands patted him on the back, butt, thighs, everywhere. Even in the crotch. One of the rhinos went so far as to grab his flaccid shafts through his pants, and he blushed.

"Those are private," the snake muttered.

"We're security. We make sure that nobody's gonna cause a problem here."

"And what kind of problem am I going to cause with those?"

"A big one. Step aside, sir."

"What? But -"

"Step aside, sir," the rhino said in a more forceful voice.

If the interview was a bit later, he might have been tempted to leave and come back at a different time, hoping that the rhinos had been shifted to a different duty. But considering that he needed to be up there in thirty minutes...

The snake groaned, biting the bullet and stepping off to the side. The rhino followed him, barely a step behind.

He'd hoped that they were going to some sort of side entrance, something that would take him out of sight, but no. The security rhino took him maybe ten steps away from the line, and then stopped him.

"Strip. Off with your pants."

"What? You must be - in public?!"

"Now, sir, or I will have to strip you myself."

"Isn't that illegal?"

"Not on MagiTech grounds, sir."

Grumbling under his breath, Yana fought his own embarrassment as he reached for his pants. He dragged at the zipper, pulling on the button of his formal pants to drag them down to his ankles. It was not easy to do that when there were people watching, but his interview was at stake. If he didn't...

He stood there with his black slacks around his ankles, waiting for the rhino to do something, but the big security officer shook his head.

"All of it, sir."

"You have got to be..."

"I am not joking, sir. Company orders."

"These are some stupid company orders..."

The snake blushed, hesitating for a split second as he stuck his thumbs past the waistband of his briefs. He was about to expose himself like one of them, show off everything that he had just to get into the goddamn interview.

Just...just do it. You're in the west. They're not going to care.

Even telling himself that, it took every bit of willpower that he had to pull his underwear down, to expose his twin dicks that still lay soft against him. For once, he was thankful for that. He didn't want to look like a -

"MMMPH!"

The snake grunted as the rhino grabbed him, pulling both of his cocks together in one fist and giving them a firm squeeze. Whimpering, he grabbed the rhino's wrist desperately, half-hunched forward over it. He twitched, his hips trying to thrust, but his cocks were still soft, still completely worthless in that grip.

"Mmmph. Let me go! They're real, okay, they're real! Stop crushing my penises!"

"They're not reacting."

"No, they're not, because you're squeezing them!"

"Hmmph."

The rhino gave them a few more fondles, all while Yana swore that the whole population of the city must have been staring at him, before finally letting go. The snake immediately pulled his pants back on, his face burning hotter than he had ever felt before. That had been the most humiliating thing that he had ever endured.

"You can go inside, now."

"Finally...I swear, I'm filing a report on you."

Shrugging, the rhino let him pass, and Yana darted into the building as fast as he could, pulling his pants tight and making sure that they wouldn't fall down. He didn't want anything else bad to happen.

As soon as he was through the door, though, he felt a tingle running down his back. He wasn't quite sure what it was, but it was a strange feeling, one that felt almost like...

No, last night was a dream. All of that was a dream. You didn't meet a demon. You didn't fuck a demon. You didn't...you didn't lose...

Shaking his head again, Yana hurried over to the directory board near the front desk. Reception seemed to be busy dealing with tourists, so he didn't want to bother them, particularly if he ended up working here. He didn't want them to already have an idea of him as 'that guy'.

"Ailsa, Ailsa..."

That had been the name he had been told to look for, right? Go to find Ailsa, see if she was willing to take him on.

You'll be fine. You'll be FINE. You know how to interview. Just do what you always do.

In the back of his mind, he knew that he was a good candidate for any position that they had here. He knew his stuff, he knew how magic and technology interacted. He knew the basic theories as well as some of the more advanced stuff. Hell, he had managed to figure out how the technology here was working, and the prices that it called for, and nobody had bothered explaining that to him.

They'd hire him. He was sure of it.

Eventually, he found her name, and when he did, he just about choked at the position that she occupied.

Ailsa Faustus, VP of Accounting and Magical Expertise.

He'd expected the person to be somewhat higher up in the company, but a VP interviewing him? That felt out of the ordinary, for sure, and he wasn't sure what was going to happen if he didn't appeal to her.

If it was a her. He assumed it was.

There was no turning back, though. No matter how strange and out of place this was, he knew that he needed to get up there, show himself to be worth hiring, and then hope to god that this woman was willing to take a chance on him. The thoughts of going back to Russia now, after he had come this far and done this much...and after he had made it very clear why he was leaving...

Yeah, they wouldn't be in a hurry to take him back. He needed to make this work. Period. End of story.

The snake took the elevator up, trying to ignore the pressure and sensation of the other bodies gathered around him. The fact that they were all pressed together so tightly meant that he felt breasts pressed against him from one side, cocks from another, asses from another...

If it wasn't for the fact that his dicks seemed dead, he probably would have been hard despite his humiliation.

Well...just...uh...stay down...

They started pouring out on each floor, slowly giving him more breathing space until they came to the floor he was supposed to get out. The snake darted out of the elevator, trying to catch his breath.

Naked breasts...naked cocks...naked balls...

I don't know if I can take this...I really don't know...

That was what he was most afraid of when it came down to it. He didn't know how much more of this he could take, or how much more before he would lose himself in this depravity.

There had to be some standards. Even though he was coming to a western country, working for a western company, surely he could maintain some of his morals and his ethics. After all, just because he disagreed with some of his home country's ideas didn't mean that he disagreed with all of them. There was such a thing as fun, and there was such a thing as taking it way too far.

And these people were taking it way too far.

He walked down the hall, slowly calming himself down. The different signs on the wall labeled all of the different people that worked on the floor, from the assistants to the clerks to -

The VP. Ailsa Faustus. It was a big wooden door with a big gold sign on it, and he shivered as he realized that it was time for him to make his entrance. He took a deep breath again, forcing himself to be as calm as possible, then reached for the doorknob.

He didn't even get a chance to touch it before the door came swinging open, almost hitting him in the face. The woman that was coming through from the other side did hit him in the face, smothering him in her bosom in less than a second. With heavy breasts on either side of his head, constricting him, holding him down, he wasn't even able to speak up and complain about it.

He shivered, stuck in a sweaty, musky space, and he barely had the will to lift his arms and try and push away. By the time that the snake had withdrawn himself from the woman's breasts, she had finally noticed him.

It was an orca woman, someone that was too endowed by half for what she was wearing. Which was nothing. Again.

"Oh, sorry about that, dear," the woman said. "I was just heading out for lunch."

"It's..." It wasn't okay, but how did he say something like that, here? "It's okay? Are you Ms. Faustus?"

"If you mean Ailsa, no. She's still in there. I'm Deborah, her secretary."

A naked secretary. Back at home, this would have gotten someone fired if they were treating their underlings like this, if not shot. It depended on the boss.

Then again, this was the west. They did weird things here.

"Can I get you anything?" Deborah asked.

"Wha - oh, no. I'm just here for my interview."

"Oh, you must be Mr. Kuznetsov, then! Let me just tell her real quick, and then I'll get out of your hair. Scales. Whatever."

She turned on her heel - the only bit of clothing she was wearing, he realized - and then shut the door. He was left outside again, shaking his head in shock at the whole process.

A naked secretary anywhere else in the world would have meant that the boss and her had a relationship, but that didn't make sense here. Was there that much freedom for the people in the west that they could just fuck whoever they wanted? Was there that much power in the upper echelons of the company that they could demand this of people?

Was this a civil thing, a law from the government?

Or was there something else going on?

Yana didn't know, and he was still trying to puzzle it out by the time that Deborah stepped back out of the office. This time, he had a few seconds to actually appreciate her body, tall, thick, curvy from the ankles upwards. She had a thickness to her thighs, belly, and hips that made her look like she was built for taking it, hard.

And the fact that his dicks still didn't respond was starting to worry him.

"Sorry about that, hon. She's ready for you."

"Is she?"

"Of course. We just finished, after all."

The orca started to gesture to her pussy, as if to offer evidence, but Yana blushed and covered his eyes.

"I don't need to know."

"Are you okay? You seem to be really stressed out."

"I'm fine. I promise, I'm fine."

"Alright...but just so you know, if you need some stress relief -"

"I'm FINE!"

"Okay, okay, message received..."

She walked around him, muttering about him being a bit stuck-up. He didn't care. As long as she wasn't showing herself off, as long as he wasn't getting an invitation to look into her pussy, he was fine with that. Yana didn't need to go any further down the sexual rabbit hole than he already had.

Besides, it was interview time.

He pushed at the door, stepped through into the room on the other side, and immediately stopped in his tracks. The door shut behind him, clicking into place as he stared at the woman on the other side of the desk.

It was the same stingray that had saved him in the alley last night.

She didn't even look up at first. Instead, she shuffled several piles of paper around her desk, humming under her breath. Her naked breasts were marked with soft bites on either side of her nipple, and there were hickeys along her flesh leading up to her neck, almost like a bra of bruises that covered her body.

But that face...

"So...Mr. Kuznetsov."

And that voice.

"You decided to actually show up."

And that face. He could see her now, see those same eyes that had stared down the creature in the alley.

The creature in the dream?

No, the creature in the alley. It was real. There was no use pretending otherwise. Not anymore.

"Are you going to say anything, Mr. Kuznetsov?" the stingray asked.

"...Yana," he managed to squeak out. "My name is Yana."

"And my name is Ailsa. Now that we've got the pleasantries out of the way..."

The stingray leaned back in her chair, crossing one leg over the other. He blushed as he saw that she had more than just the feminine parts down there as she leaned back even further, double-dicks much like his own pushing up into his field of vision. The fact that she was so shameless was...almost arousing in and of itself.

Except that he didn't feel the arousal in the right place.

Oh, sure, his dicks were warm and they tingled, as did his balls, but there was nothing more than that. It felt more like there was a heat behind him, under his tail, running through his insides. He shivered, trying not to think about that, particularly not when the stingray was staring at him like this.

"You, um...you read my...my file?" he managed to ask.

"Yes, yes, I did," she said, tossing said file onto the table. "Very good qualifications. You certainly attended the right schools, talked to the right people, read the right books."

"But..."

"But that's not why I'm interested."

She stood up, Yana wishing that he could look anywhere but at her. Not because she was ugly, by any means, but because he didn't trust himself not to stare.

In the daylight, the stingray had a different sort of look. Her skin was mostly purple, save for where it went a bit blue-ish along the sides of her head and on the outer parts of her limbs. Her tail twitched now and then, the slight bulge of a sting easily visible along the top of it, and she had a grace to her that belied her more slender form.

She was small in the chest and the ass, very small for someone that had demonic power like he had seen the night before. He was used to seeing people that exaggerated everything, but she...

She didn't.

The stingray walked right up to him, smiling slightly as she cocked her head to the side.

"I want to know why you're still here."

"W-what do you mean?"

"Don't be coy...I know it was you last night."

He gasped as she grabbed him, her hand rubbing up and down his crotch, rubbing along his twin, flaccid dicks.

"I know it was you that was fucking that demon last night. The one that I ended up having to save?"

"I...I..."

"You could have fled. Gone back home."

"N-no, I couldn't..."

"Yes, you could." Ailsa chuckled. "You could have gone home, could have said that you made the biggest mistake of your life. If you forswore ever touching magi-tech stuff again, you could have gone back home. I doubt that you like it enough to find that so bad."

The snake shook his head. That...that wasn't the reason. He couldn't go...

She kept rubbing, but her hand was moving from his crotch to his taint, each little stroke taking it further and further back between his legs, further and further back towards a different spot.

"I...I can't go..."

"You mean you don't want to."

"That's not - no, I don't mean -"

"Yana."

She looked up, and he looked down, meeting her eyes as her finger was a half-inch from pushing between his ass cheeks. The stingray shook her head slowly.

"Don't lie to me. Or to yourself."

Then, he felt the impossible. Not a sudden stab, but something...slithering. Something that pushed out of her finger and oozed along the back of his pants. Yana froze in his tracks, not daring to move as the slippery-feeling tendril reached the base of his spine, and then started rolling around the base of his tail.

It slipped into the back of his pants, and then went down between the crack of his ass. It was so slimy, so slick, and he shivered as she worked it deeper, deeper between them, running it all the way down to his asshole and rubbing against that.

"What...what are you..."

"Well, you obviously weren't scared off by the demon last night."

"I...I didn't know..."

"You knew at the end. Were you just in denial until now?"

"How...how did you..."

"How did I fight the demon?"

He nodded, whimpering as she worked the tentacle back and forth against his asshole, feeling it oozing more of some strange slime. His pucker was heating up, warming up, tingling much like his cocks used to do before last night. It was both arousing...and horrifying.

The stingray continued to make it rub and drip and grind against him the whole time as she looked up at him, a small smirk crossing her face. Somehow, that made her look more terrifying than ever.

"It's not that hard for a demon to fight a demon."

"You mean - nnnngh!"

He bit off a yelp as that strange tendril slammed into his ass, lifting him right off his feet. His shoes left the ground and his back arched as he was filled to the brim by something impossible, his ass stretching around the impossibly-slippery tentacle that was wriggling deeper into him by the second.

Ailsa stood up again, though now he was looking down at her as she lifted him further and further off the ground. Yana gasped, groaning, feeling like he had a snake writhing around inside of his guts. He looked down, seeing the tendril extending like a black serpent from her finger, wriggling back and forth as it pushed out and up into his ass.

She chuckled at him as he struggled even to breathe, shaking her head. As the snake tried to lift his arms and found them too heavy, tried to kick but found himself too weak, the stingray continued.

"I am inclined to hire you, if for no other reason than you seem to attract interest. I've found four other demons that were stalking you, and I had to send them right back to Hell."

"Mmph...does that mean...that mean, you're a good demon?"

"Heh...There's no such thing."

A flex of her finger seemed to thicken the tendril in his ass, and it pressed right down against his prostate. He gasped at the sudden swelling, his eyes bugging out of their sockets.

"But I am practical. I know what will and won't be allowed in this world. I know how people will react if demons start running loose in the streets. A...friend...taught me that."

She seemed distracted, but only for a second. Suddenly, the tentacle in him twisted, and he was pulled down, face to face with the demon stingray.

"But if I keep you close, it will be easier to keep track of them. I don't know what it is about you, but there's something that seems to draw them in. Heh. Maybe it's that silly little innocence of yours."

"I-innocence?"

"Demons love innocence," the stingray whispered, turning her hand and lifting him back up. He was turned around, twisted about, posed like a doll by the tentacle up his ass. He swore he could feel it wriggling through the rest of his body. Something, at least, was running up and down his legs, his arms, even up his neck. "They like to twist it, to break it, to turn it into something that they want."

"Mmmph...and why...why would you..."

"Why would I want to keep you around?"

"Mmmph..."

"Well, it's not for your body, I can tell you that much."

He blushed, but despite that, he was almost a bit relieved. The fact that the demoness didn't think he was sexy was a good thing, considering what it would mean if she did.

"Or at least, not the way that it is right now."

That was less relieving.

Twisted up like an erotic pretzel, he was turned to face her once more. She reached out and touched his cocks, pulling them out of his pants after unzipping them. She bounced them up and down, shaking her head at the lifeless shafts.

"A pity that the demon got that from you. There's very little I can do to restore that...though you might earn the effort from me, in time."

"Mmmph...what...what do you -"

"In time," she said, putting a finger over his lips. "I said in time, Yana. Not now. But it's clear that you aren't going to be a good 'male' here. Not without at least one working dick. So, I suppose you'll have to either be a good female, or a good sissy while you work here."

His eyes just about bugged out of his head at the idea that he'd have to choose one of those. He had been male all his life, and not once had he considered changing that for anyone, or anything. It wasn't him. He was...he was...

The snake looked down at his cocks, his cheeks burning as he saw that they were still as lifeless as they had been all day. Despite the twisting, churning, invasive feeling that the tentacles in his ass gave him, they still aroused him, they still turned him on. There was something to the slime that they were dripping that made his ass feel all sorts of good, that made him want more, that made him want to cum...

But his dicks just refused to come to life. They just...hung there.

She's right...I'm not...not a male without...without being able to get hard, he thought, his cheeks burning bright. But...but I'm not female...

"I'll...I'll take the...the sissy route."

"I thought you might," the stingray said. "Well, that's going to take a little modification. That ass of yours is far too small, for example, and I think that you could use a bit more of a sway in your walk. Definitely a wardrobe shift."

The snake just lowered his head, hardly believing what was happening to him. After all this work, after all the time and money that he'd invested in coming to the west...it was all coming crashing down around his ears. Nobody had told him about the demons here. Nobody told him that the magic and the tech had taken this much control over society. Nobody had told him that the world had been completely wracked and corrupted by whatever this company had done.

Then again...maybe nobody knew.

And maybe this was why everyone back at home was so afraid of the magic. If it could do this, what else could it do to the world?

Suddenly, the tentacle in his ass came rushing right back out. Like a tape measure recalled to its roll, the slippery black length came rocketing out of his butt, sliding back into the stingray's finger. Without support, the snake collapsed.

Thump.

Groaning, Yana rolled over onto his back, staring up at the ceiling of the room. He had a bruised nose from the sudden fall, and he wheezed as he tried to get some air back into his lungs.

"Did you...mmmph...did you...have to...drop me?"

"Well, I expected you to catch yourself."

"Why? Ow..."

"I don't know. Because you can still think for yourself instead of being a complete drone?"

"Back home, we don't think. We do as we're told."

"...So the one time I don't want a drone, I get a drone." The stingray groaned out of sight. "Wonderful."

"Think about how I feel, learning that demons are real."

"Oh, how you feel, how you feel. Suck it up. You're working for a demon now. How you feel isn't important."

"Mmmph...obviously."

"Oh, get up. We need to put together a contract for you. Then we'll get started on your body modifications."

Or he could just stay there on the floor. The more he thought about it, the better that option seemed...

The End