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When it was time to relax, there was no better place for two snakes to spend their time, than in the sauna. A good workout already had them nicely heated, but they could always be warmer. They hadn't even meant to slither there together, but it seemed they both had the same idea. Both those handsome, well-formed serpents benefited from a good, hot steaming. They had eyes for each other from the moment they entered the locker room together, almost bumping into one another. Montiga looked up and down Spython's form, taking in the bulk and bulges of that fit and handsome snake, and he got an interested gaze right back. The copper python didn't hide in the slightest how attracted he was to the purple-scaled fellow before him, shooting Monty a big grin once he was done with an extensive examination of the other snake's entire body.

"My my," Montiga teased. "Just running into each other like this? It seems meant to be."

"Seems like you had the same idea as me. Extended sauna stay?"

"Oh yes. That's exactly what I had in mind. And I'm sure it will be all the more pleasant with your company."

They offered each other a lingering look of longing and lust, flicking their tongues at one another in almost perfect unison to take the first samples of each other's scents. Those richly exotic serpent musks were similarly intense, but each came with its own distinct flavour, its own taste to be swiped out of the air by those flicking tongues, swallowed and savoured as they started each other down, unblinking as snakes tend to be. A little hiss escaped Monty, and then Spython soon gave one of his own. They were nicely in sync, their bodies both feeling very much the same way about each other, filling them with the sorts of urges that weren't going to be easy to conceal. They stripped down together in silence but for all the hissing, revealing their scaly, shimmering bodies to one another as they shone beneath the locker room's lights. The scene of mutual nudity was a brief one, quickly covered up by their cunning use of towels, something they did while hardly breaking eye contact. That would have meant missing out on all those tantalizing details on display, and those brief glimpses at each other's uncovered crotches before the towel concealed all. Aside from those shapely bulges anyway.

Monty found himself flicking his tongue a whole lot more at the sight of that mostly-naked python right in front of him. He feasted upon that musk for as long as he liked, and got no complaint from the other snake. Spython just pressed closer, showing off a considerable bulge in his towel as they edged towards the sauna together. All Monty knew was that he greatly hoped they would have the place all to themselves. Partly for how much room he needed to stretch all those coils out comfortably, and partly for the desires he felt flooding him from the moment he first laid eyes on that other snake. Their meeting couldn't have been mere coincidence. Either Spython had been seeking him out, or forces beyond both their control had arranged for them to come together, right in that very moment. And when he pulled the sauna door open to reveal an empty, steamy room, Monty knew he was in for a very good post-workout session indeed.

Spython allowed the other snake to stretch out wherever he liked before moving in after him. Monty circled all around the room before finding the perfect spot to settle his bulk down, and Spython picked the bench just opposite of him so they could watch each other through the rising steam. He stretched his whole form out, spreading his legs, sitting back, letting that towel just barely conceal his bulge as it grew and grew. The intensity of the heat was bringing the musk out of them both, and that in turn only made them more aroused, thickening the air around them as that sweltering steam coated their scales. Monty hissily sighed as he slid down against the wall, letting those many well-worked muscles loosen up and relax. If it wasn't for his persistent lust keeping him focused on the other python, he might have slipped off into something almost like a nap, a half-awake state of rejuvenation. But by the ground shape of those python cocks beneath his towel, they weren't in there to relax. He shot a playful grin in Spython's direction.

"Something tells me you like what you see. No need to hide it. We're all alone here. And they never mind it when I do a little ... unwinding, around here. They know snakes like me have urges."

"And what kind of snake are you, exactly?" Spython teased, offering a flirty smile of his own. "Aside from the obvious that is."

"Mm, and what's obvious about me, exactly?"

"You're a big, handsome stud who knows what he wants. That much I can tell for sure. As for the rest - I think I have an idea, but I'd have to get closer to know for sure."

"Then you should do that." Monty leaned back and spread his arms and legs alike, ensuring there was a clear offer on the table as the other python began to walk towards him, licking along the corner of his lips. He had to admit, his head was already filled with ideas of what he could do with that other snake. But as for whether Spython would go along with them, that remained to be seen.

Spython did precisely that, stepping from the bench he'd just occupied to approach the other serpent. Standing close, he tapped his chin as he considered the bulk of Monty's mostly naked form, putting on a display of elaborate pontification. Only after he thought about what he saw for a good while did he actually say anything.

"Hm. Yes, very good, very good. Looks like I'm correct. But how can I be certain?"

His tone was as playful and teasy as could be, but Monty certainly wasn't to be outdone when it came to flirting. He leaned in close, letting the flicker of his forked tongue tickle the air directly in front of Spython's face, coming as close to licking him as possible without actually making contact. Though that was plenty close enough to taste him. They were already tasting each other plenty, those tongues jabbing in and out, feasting upon the humid the air giving them just as good a sample as if they were slathering each other up with messy slurps. Though of course that would have been more satisfying. They'd only just met, but they needed to touch. Looking and smelling wasn't enough. It wasn't clear whose idea it was first, but they were quickly on the same page as they leaned in to suck down each other's breath, tasting, warming, swallowing, until finally they met in that kiss they both so mutually desired.

Spython moved first to wrap his arms around the big male's body, embracing him in that snakeish way as Monty slowly curled his tail around the copper python's ankles. It was just a gentle smooch at first, their lips together, testing each other out, though it lasted for a while. Monty offered a hiss directly into Spython's mouth, wiggling that tongue between his lips, and Spython gave one right back. Those wet sounds mixed well with the overall smooch, leaving them exchanging saliva and tastes alike. Being so close to each other, swallowing each other's spit, was starting to give them ideas. Monty's muscles were giving those certain flexes, those subtle little indications of tension as thoughts started to brew in his head. In that heat, everything was so calm, so content, that he couldn't help thinking about indulging a little further. When they pulled back from the kiss, instead of relaxing, he instead made another lunge, though it wasn't for any sort of aggression. He was just taking another taste, this one a little more thorough, brushing along Spython's cheek with a messy streak of serpent spit.

"Mmm. You know. We're both snakes, but that's certainly not going to stop me from telling you how tasty you are," Monty said, speaking through some especially deep, seductive hisses.

The compliment was enough to make Spython blush a little, but he wasn't about to just let himself succumb to a little flirting and flattery. Instead, he just stuck his tongue out and moved a little closer.

"Funny. I could say that about yourself. You're not the only predator in the sauna today, you know." He flashed a little spark of something in his unblinking eyes, as if he were casting a spell. But that was just his natural python charm. "I've had my share of meals right here in this very room."

That put a broader grin than ever on Monty's face, enough to show those fangs of his. Hearing that made him so much more intrigued - and so much more interested in consuming Spython than ever before. But he was prepared to earn it. Seemed he was going to have to work a little harder than usual. So many preythings just took a few well-chosen words and some slick, sultry hisses, and they were all his. And if that wasn't enough, an extended smother in his crotch usually did the trick too. There weren't many who could resist his richly, uniquely exotic snakemusk - except perhaps for another deliciously-scented serpent predator just like him. There was only one way to know who was better, who deserved to eat who.

"Hmm. I should have known someone like you would have similar tastes. You have that look about you. That doesn't mean we're not compatible though."

That made Spython perk up with a spark of curiosity.

"Oh?"

"Indeed. All we need to do is have a little competition. What do you say ... cock to cock. We go until someone cums first. Whoever does, loses."

"Hmmmm." Spython visibly thought about it, striking a thinker pose as if he were considering some great philosophical quandary. Then he looked up, and mirrored that particularly devious grin Monty was wearing. "Oh yes. I think that will do nicely. Let's get rid of these towels, shall we?"

Monty was way ahead of him on that. Before Spython even finished his sentence, the purple snake cast away the last of his coverings, going from vaguely modest to completely exposed just like that. The copper snake quickly followed suit, exposing his full set. Showing off like that was the final catalyst he needed to start firming up, showing off the very tips of his twin, solid lengths, a pair together to duel with Monty's own set. They both of them were only starting to get visibly aroused, but that was still plenty of girth on display, glistening and dripping as they poked out of their slits. Hopping right up into the other snake's lap, Spython put his hands on Monty's shoulders as he snuggled in just right. Getting the right position took a little wiggling, swaying his thick tail back and forth, but soon they were slit to slit, grinding and humping and helping each other unsheath those twin cocks all nice and lubricated, slipping and slopping against each other as they humped their way to full. Soon, once they'd slipped free of those slimy slits, there were four firm snake dicks rubbing up against one another, their surfaces glistening under the low lights, adding some extra heat to the steamy room.

As for who was bigger, it was hard to really say. They were both throbbing so much, bulging with the pressure through that dual set of twins, making them swell up even fatter than before. Musky splurches of thick, creamy precum splashed over them both, painting each other's scales in that scent, intensified by all the heat and humidity steaming around them. Snakes didn't overheat easily, but even they were feeling it to some extent, not helped by how thickly that heavy sex-scent was wafting around them both. It was enough to make Monty drool just a little, but he wasn't going to let himself be distracted. The position he was in made it slightly difficult to fully move and buck how he wanted, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to try. Bumping his way upwards, he met Spython's dicks with his own over and over, getting a good plap and thud going as he humped and slid back and forth against those twins, letting them intertwine in the sloppy grinds of their competitive frotting. The juices flowed steadily, loudly splashing when they fell to the steamy floor, or just clinging to each other's scales until it wasn't clear who smelled more like who.

"Mmm ... pretty good so far," Spython huffed, flicking his tongue in and out in particularly lewd fashion. "But I think we can speed things up a little. I'm getting hungry. Nothing like churning someone up after a good workout. Even a predator like you. I bet you'd be extra nutritious, for all the meals you've added to your body over the years."

With that, he wrapped his fingers around those sets of dicks, squeezing them together in one hand, and then a second, double-fisting their collective girth while they started humping at each other all the more vigorously. Spython led the way at first, but Monty wasn't about to be shown up, gliding and glossing up and down along the other snake's set while they accelerated into something more frantic than playful. Neither one of them wanted to be the one to cum first, but that meant they had to make the other one cum if they were going to win. Soon it wasn't a trickle of juices so much as it was a splash, a puddle forming over Monty's thighs as they slicked each other up over and over, humping, squeezing, stroking, sharing in every single pleasurable stroke while they pumped and rubbed but made sure to keep hold of themselves. Looking deeply into each other's eyes the whole time, they breathed deep into each other's open mouths, alternating between panting and simply exchanging those mischievous, confident grins. By the twitches running through each other's bodies, both of them were getting increasingly sure they were going to be the one to win. Spython was the first to express his plans.

"Hmmf ... hold on tight, Monty. As soon as you go off, I'm going to to put your handsome face beneath my tail, and use you for a lovely little sex toy. Up and down, until you're totally trapped inside me, slurped up and away to stretch out my belly. Mmmm - and I bet you'd like that, too."

"Hssss. Maybe." Montiga remained relatively nonchalant, despite the ferocity of stroking they were working up, refusing to betray just how good he was feeling. "But maybe I have a better plan."

"I'd like - nnnf - to hear it."

Spython couldn't keep the pleasure out of his voice any longer. The spurting of his precum was indication enough of how much he was enjoying himself anyway, shooting up in long ropes like he was already cumming all over Monty. It didn't count, not yet. Thick as it might have been, it was still watery enough. His building, rumbling orgasm was still intently rumbling up in his nuts, ready to blow but held back by willpower alone. Said willpower was being put to the test enough already, and Spython's trial and stamina and focus got a little harder with every single word out of Monty's mouth, keeping him throbbing and flexing, one good rub in exactly the right place away from just blasting his load all over Monty's scales, competition be damned.

"I think a good, potent snake like you deserves something better than pudge. I'll give you that. And I look at you, and I just, hssssss."

It was the deepest, most seductive of Montiga's hisses. It almost always worked - but then, most people he used it on weren't snakes themselves. Maybe Spython had a built-in immunity to it. He was just going to have to go on.

"I bet you would make such a good orgasm. Once I get you in there, I'll be moaning and humping the air, pounding away until you're all sloshed up and ready to spurt out my dicks as a huge, splattering cumshot ... yesssss ..."

It was working. Monty could see the expression on Spython's face shifting from confident to blissful, coming so very close to just giving in. Though it was going to have to work fast, because Monty too could feel himself edging, dripping, twitching up to something near a peak. They were both one good rub away from exploding, moving less, shivering as they grunted and gasped into each other's faces. The steam just made every touch that much more intense, the leaking, gushing juices clinging to them both. They'd marked that sauna in their collective musk, the scent of two horny snakes wafting about, clinging to the walls, slipping right under the door. They looked into each other's eyes like they were having an old west duel, their gazes finally starting to waver, those unblinking glares trembling right along with the rest of their bodies. Monty had never held on to an orgasm so hard in his life, biting his lip and pushing away the thought of just how good it would feel to finally just let go, to gush his way to defeat. The thought came so close to breaking through his mental blocks, but before it could, there came that sharp hiss from Spython that told Monty he'd won. He didn't even have to look to know. The warmth that followed was enough.

The copper python muttered something under his breath before just breaking into a deep, groaning grunt that became more of a desperate whimper as pleasure utterly overwhelmed him. Ecstasy coursed through his body as he lunged his hips forth and tossed his head back, arching himself into the orgasm that rushed through his body, sending him surging to a peak that felt like it might never end. He shook, he convulsed, and most of all he moaned his way through a cum-spraying release that left Montiga utterly soaked. Spython painted his acquaintance turned rival in pure, fresh cum, pouring it all out and raining it down from the ceiling once the pressure proved enough. He plastered the walls, and he made a growing puddle of fresh, steaming snakespunk beneath them both, covering nearly the entire floor in a carpet of his jizz, thick, steamy, and hot enough that even in a sauna, it raised the temperature of the room just to pour out and cling to everything. When Spython lowered his gaze back to Monty's own, panting and drooling with delight, the grin on that purple python's face told him exactly what he needed to know. And even more impressive, Monty still hadn't gone over the edge, even after getting covered in cum. His cocks remained desperately twitching, pumping, jolting his hips up and down, but he held on for just a little longer, at least.

When Monty didn't even say anything, totally passing up the opportunity to gloat about his victory. He was happy to let Spython ride the whole thing through, until he was completely drained, completely exhausted and satisfied. After all, an orgasm that sealed his fate ought to be worth it. When Spython finally trickled off and went semi-soft, he was left heaving for breath, dripping, hissing, listening to the sound of spunk running down the walls or falling from the ceiling to grow the broad puddle below. Finally, he just slumped and sighed, nodding his head. They both knew what that meant.

"Hmmf ... fine, fine. You win," Spython admitted. "And you're still hanging on impressively, too. I know when I'm beaten, and I'm not about to go back on a bet."

"Good. I didn't think so. A real predator wouldn't try to squirm out of an obligation, after all."

It was perhaps an odd compliment given what was about to happen, but that didn't mean Monty was any less in control. After he gave that a moment to sit, he pointed straight down at his cocks as they twitched away, audibly pumping with the pressure throbbing through them, making his balls jump and clench with how tight everything was. He went on.

"If I'm going to tuck you away, I'm going to need to make room. Get down there and suck, will you? I'm sure a fellow snake like you can swallow just fine."

"Mmhmm." Spython didn't even protest. He was bested by another predator. All he needed to do was enjoy himself, and he was certainly going to do exactly that.

Slipping down between Monty's legs, he planted his hands on the other snake's thighs and pushed his nose up against those twin cocks. They throbbed almost violently even from the light touch, and then even more when he blew out an extended exhalation over them. He would have been proud of himself to make Monty cum just from breathing on him, but he couldn't resist getting a better taste. Slipping his lips snugly around that pair, he went down on Monty without hesitation, pushing the full girth of both those dicks into his mouth. Latching on and starting to slowly, firmly suck, he made Monty shake a moment, the purple snake raising his shoulders and lowering his head towards his chest as he flexed up taut with the urge to cum in Spython's mouth right there. But those smooth, silky sucks felt so very good, rubbed him in all the right ways, made him moan his way back into relaxation just so he could savour the feeling of that fine wet snakemaw around his cocks for a little longer. And what better way was there to encourage that eager python than to tease him about precisely what was about to happen to him?

"You know what I'm going to do with you, of course," Monty began, keeping his voice low and warm as ever, the sultry hiss never leaving his words even if he wasn't sure if that was working.

Spython kept on sucking while he waited for that elaboration. He wasn't about to stop. Not when every slurp, every bob of his head and smooth glide of his lips over those fine, smooth snake cocks meant mashing that drool-worthy flavour deeper into his senses. He pressed his nose up tight to Monty's crotch, swallowing the entirety of both those throbbing lengths, sucking down every drop with a generous swallow, using the flexing of his eager throat to massage at Monty's shafts, keeping them firmly snug inside his gullet as he worked. The schlurk of that messy blowjob wasn't quite enough to drown out Monty's words, though it did make them harder to hear., especially when the other snake was speaking them in such a low, slow, sultry tone, practically moaning them out in that steaming hot room.

"As soon as you finish me off, I'm going to start stuffing you down into my balls, one scaly inch at a time," he began, pausing for a deep breath through his clenched teeth. "I'm going to slurp you down and squeeze you into my sack, make it sag and stretch with all your weight, clench you up tight and roll you until a little ball. Mmmmf, then it'll be time to churn you. I'll slosh you and simmer you and melt you down into a nice, fresh load of nutsludge. You're going to make my balls plump and taut once you fill them back up. Just think of all that spunk jostling around in there ... and then, once you're all converted, claimed by my squeezing sack ..."

Of course he had to pause a little to let the anticipation build. His climax almost came right that moment, but he knew he had to hold on. That would have ruined the dramatic tension. It wasn't easy to restrain himself when every single sentence he spoke seemed to make Spython suck a little faster, a little harder, those lips glossing his cock up with rapid slurps, his face smacking right into Monty's crotch with the force of that tender, selfless servicing. Seemed the other snake liked what he was hearing. Monty went ahead and told him exactly what he needed to hear.

" ... I'm going to jizz you out. All over. Rope after rope after ... you're going to be nothing but a jizz-stain, all over the walls, the ceiling, marking down everything in my scent. They won't even know it was you ... " He sighed, closing his eyes, slumping against the wall behind him. So close now. "And my dick and balls will be nice and fat thanks to you when I'm done. You're gonna make them so thick with your -"

He didn't manage to finish. Cutting himself off with the sharpest of hisses, he lunged back to smack against the wall, then leaned forward, curling himself over Spython's head, clutching the other snake by the skull as he latched on tight, gripping and squeezing, fucking the other python's face to completion. Orgasm seized hold of his body, leaving him writhing, twitching, kicking out his legs and curling his toes as he pressed his heels against Spython's shoulders. That was all the better to keep him right in place while he went over the edge, blasting off with a powerful cumshot that gushed straight down his open throat. Monty moaned his way through that extended climax, soaking Spython's insides, filling up his belly and stretching it out to a bloated shape in the manner of seconds. The prey-python's arms flopped down by his sides as he let that overfull feeling completely overwhelm him, his throat working hard to chug it all down but his head remaining in place, no longer sucking or bobbing, just drinking, gulping, guzzling every single drop of hot snake seed Monty was giving him. Every spurt was a little more room in those fat nuts for him. It wasn't going to be long now. Monty was going to need to refill after a release like that.

Sitting there, panting, looming over his prize, Monty slowly pushed Spython back and let him fall to his hands and knees for a little while. They both needed some time to catch their breath, especially Spython, who was busy coughing up some of the cum he couldn't quite get down his throat. He'd put in an admirable effort, swallowing so much, but even he had his limits. Monty watched him until the time was right, slowly curling his tail down to tickle at the kneeling python's feet, just teasing at first. Spython wasn't resisting. He stayed right where he was, fully accepting his looming fate, even when Monty started tugging him by the ankles with the grip of his tail. Pulling those feet closer, he soon took them with his hands, pulling and tugging, flipping Spython right around until he was stretched out on his back, sprawled and staring up at the ceiling through the steam. He didn't rouse from that contented, blanked out state until he felt the first squelching squeeze of cock slipping over his toes, gripping him, tugging him, starting along the slick process of consuming him at last. And Monty wasn't letting go.

He didn't even have to do much. That smug purple python just sat right where he was, looming above and letting his cock do all the work. Every flex, every squeeze of those solid shafts dragged in a little more of Spython inside, making his shaft bulge and stretch to an obscene size. Of course it didn't bother him. Montiga was a born predator, and he'd only refined his flexibility and appetite alike through many, many meals before Spython himself. Fellow snake or not, Spython was just prey now, and Monty's body would treat him all the same as the most submissive of sluts. As for what he thought of that, it was abundantly clear. He couldn't keep his hands off himself, rubbing up and down his own cocks while he got ever so gradually devoured. Every time Monty squeezed down and slurped up another few inches of his body, Spython started stroking a little faster, only to calm back down until the next wet clench around his body. His feet were fairly swiftly gone, vanished into the depths of that plumping shaft, stretching out and making for some sizable bulges already. And the heat just got more intense, the closer he got to the churning confines of Monty's nuts. They were already glorshing about in anticipation, sounding much like a rumbling stomach, rippling with their lust and hunger for another preything to devour.

Monty didn't do any more teasing, at least for the moment. Instead, he let his body do the talking for, slurping and sucking hard all around that soft serpent form. He reached down and gripped his dicks tight, massaging the one not currently being fed. The tension just spread to the other one, making it clamp around Spython's calves, his shines, sucking and slurping and swallowing with some audible gulps. There was no other word for the sounds coming from Monty's dick. That cacophony of ULLP, SCHLURK, GLURK rang out all through the room, surely spilling into the locker room. There was probably no one around anymore. And if there was, they knew not to interrupt something that sounded like that. Spython's stroking grew a little more frantic as the feeding process continued, seeing as soon he wasn't going to be able to rub himself as the stretched slit of Monty's cock swallowed up his knees, his thighs, and towards his own balls. He was tilted upside down, his head resting on the floor as his body got pulled up into the other snake's lap. And soon, he got to feel exactly what he'd been waiting for. His feet touched down on the bottom of Monty's sack, and stretched it out with the growing weight. Once inside, there was no getting back out as anything but a massive cumshot, and they both knew it.

Spython was about to reach for his cocks again and get to frantically jerking off, maybe even to completion, just to the sensation of dipping into Monty's balls. Instead, he was forced to feel his cocks get enveloped in the embrace of Monty's own, swallowed up to his waist and rubbed with every squeeze. That was enough to keep him edging, keep him right up on his peak without actually finding release. Even grinding his way all the way down Monty's dick wasn't enough. He was forced to just endure, to stay on the very height of pleasure without cumming, not yet. The time for that was when he was all settled into Monty's nuts and his hands were free once more. Sucking down a deep breath that was heavily tinged with snakemusk, he just closed his eyes and groaned his way down, fully expecting to vanish into those superheated depths and let the darkness wash over him. Instead, Monty paused, right near the end, slurping up under Spython's chin and just holding him like that for a while, letting him linger right before the end, clamping down on the bulge of his own dicks, letting them stay trapped while he was helpless to pleasure himself.

"Hmmm. You know what this means, don't you Spython?" Monty took his time, speaking just slowly enough to tease the other python further with how much he was dragging it out, leaving him squirming there in the confines of his cock. "You're just one gulp away from being my prey, from being cock food for good. How does that make you feel?"

The grip around his chest was so tight that Spython couldn't have got a word out if he wanted to. The best he could manage was a few wet hisses and a gasp. Monty nodded with his broadest of grins, licking his lips once more. It was almost a shame not to swallow such a tasty python, but he knew this method was going to lead to such a satisfying release. All he needed to do was reach out, and press a single digit on top of Spython's head. Of course, his dick did most of the work, but that one little bit of added pressure helped to ease his prey along and push his face down into the depths to be totally overtaken by the thickly humid, all-consuming darkness.

"You can cum once you're wrapped up tight in your new home. Just relax, and let me take you. I'll see you soon, in your new form."

With that, there came a satisfying POP and SCHLURP as Monty finished off his meal, slipping Spython's head inside his cock and letting it smoothly slide all the way down to settle with the rest of the snake, deep inside his nuts. From there it was just a matter of finishing settling down, letting his sack hang down between his legs, swinging and sloshing and jostling with its contents. Spython weighed him down nicely, stretching him out, soon wrapped up nearly air-tight inside that chamber. His features made for some sexy outlines, pushing out beneath the taut, scaly skin of his predator. Monty couldn't even bear to start stroking himself yet. He let his cock settle back down to relatively normal sized, if still a bit stretched by devouring his prey. Reaching down, he gave his dicks a few pats as if to tell them good job, and then he couldn't resist kneading his nuts a few times, feeling up the shape of the python confined within. He was still solid. For now. But that wasn't going to last the night. With all that added weight between his legs, and his deep, incapacitating sense of satisfaction, Monty was just going to have to stay right where he was and relax into the warm embrace of the sauna. Most other creatures would have been terribly overheated in there by then, but a snake like him was perfectly content to laze about and soak it all in, letting the minutes roll by as his body got to work.

It was plenty obvious when digestion started. At first, it was just a gentle flex, a few squeezes down as if his balls were feeling out the size and shape of its prey. Then it was more of a steady, thunderous glurrrrrn as the juices started flowing. Not digestive ones, of course. There was nothing acidic about the mess soon coating Spython's scales. It was just pure, fresh snake cum, and it got into his every single detail, clinging to his features, flooding his senses, coming close to drowning him in scent alone as he breathed in slow, shallow breaths. He wasn't suffocating, or at least he didn't feel like he was. Maybe he was just too numb to notice. He was busy focusing on rubbing himself to climax, churning up a cumshot of his own, quickly releasing it to spurt and splatter over his partly-submerged form. It hardly added much more to the mess, mixing in with the rest of all that cum. Several of his senses went numb in the sudden attack that was the afterglow. But he could still hear just fine, more or less. He definitely noticed when that constant rumble of impending digestion grew more aggressive in the form of some sudden, decisive GLURKs, clenching inwards with each one. Glrk glrk glrk went the snake's nuts, each one melting down just a little more of the captive, bit by bit, detail by detail, scale by scale.

It was imperceptible so far, but somehow Spython just knew. He was a little less himself, and a little more of Monty's cum. The spunk level wasn't rising, at least not noticeably, but he knew he was adding to that simmering mess as those firm, squashing contractions softened him up and smoothed over his edges. His scales were still there, but they were just a slight bit less textured after a few minutes of churning. It was going to be a slow process, and he was just going to have to rest there, swimming in hot cum, assaulted by a musk he could never quite adjust to. It seemed like it somehow got even stronger with every single breath he took. Maybe it really was. His contributions to Monty's next cumshot meant working up a scent that was thicker, more overpowering by the second. It was ever so tempting to just slip beneath the surface of that hot, velvety cream, to immerse himself and make it quick, to totally give in to his predator. But that would have denied Monty the squirming he had fairly earned. It wouldn't have been good sportsmanship to agree to be his prey, and then not act like prey, after all.

He was just going to have to relax there and enjoy the symphony of his own digestion. It sounded strangely like gulping at times, going all gluk gluk gluk as it sloshed him up to spunk, kneading inwards on his slowly softening form. He had no idea how long it was taking. It was impossible to keep track of time anymore when he was swimming in pure, heated snake cum, his thoughts blasted blank by the whiteout force of Monty's musk churning all around him. The triumphant predator didn't do much other than sit back and enjoy himself, idly playing with his cock, keeping it firm but not pushing to try to get off. Kneading in at his swollen nuts with the tip of his tail helped produce some truly messy sounds, growing from a steady slurk to a more aggressive GLORP and hissing GLURRRRSH that sounded like a wet snake noise of its own. He could feel the solid shape of the other serpent slowly softening, a little more with each minute that went by, smoothed over and left all undefined compared to his formally distinct self. A half hour in Monty's nuts, and that bulge sort of resembled Spython, in that it was in the vague shape of a person, with four limbs and a head, but his specific snakeish features were already flattened over and assimilated. Still, he squirmed on, if only from muscle memory, massaging Monty's nuts from the inside even as he faded on into his new existence as a nut-stuffing load of snake jizz.

Poking and prodding at the outline of his prey with his tail, Monty couldn't help but encourage him along a little. Spython was getting nice and gloopy after so many minutes spent simmering in the sweltering confines of those predator balls. A few soft nudges was all it took to make him start breaking up, start separating from his solid form. There was nothing gruesome about it. Most of his body was made of cum by then, just still holding onto its solid shape for a little longer. Some kneaded with the tip of Monty's flexible tail was enough to squish and schlorp him down to mingle with the rest of the spunk packing the other snake's sack tight and taut, stretching the skin smooth with the pressure of holding all that jizz inside. The tension was getting almost too much to bear, leaving Monty no longer even playing with himself, just planting his hands down firmly on the bench and rocking back and forth with pleasure, hissing from an open maw as the ecstasy overtook him. His balls were getting even louder there, building to a climax of their own. They squelched up a sloppy chorus, bringing everything to a peak, finishing off those last firm details of Spython with some intensely powerful churns.

Glurk ... glut glut glut glut ...

They were flexing rapidly, thumping around their prey with the beat of Monty's pounding heart. Then they grew more vicious, wetter, messier.

Slurrrrrrsh ... glish glorsh ... splortch ...

Building and building, Monty was left in frozen awe at just how good it felt to digest another snake. His nuts groaned hotly as like an overworked belly, bringing everything to a final crescendo, to a ascendantly pleasurable finish that echoed through the sauna.

GLURRRRRRRN .... KSSSSH ... SPLURCH

And with that, his balls fell relatively silent, at least in comparison. They calmed back down to gentle churning after that particularly forceful clench, though Monty was anything but calm. He was writhing, shaking a little, barely able to get his hands around his cocks in time before he blew. One good squeeze and stroke was enough to set him off. He must have been soaking in there an hour, slathered in the juices of their competition, but that was nothing compared to the massive, explosive release that absolutely erupted from him with one more lewd SPLURT for good measure. It shot straight across the room and splattered on the wall, gushing out of him, a constant firehose release without a moment's pause. He was left clutching his cocks and pointing them at everything he wanted to paint, giving the whole room a thorough coating of freshly churned snake cum, plastering every single inch with the musk mess that used to be Spython. That snake was nothing more than a massive release for Monty to enjoy, left desperately hissing in utter bliss as he filled the sauna with thick spunk, swirling around his toes and ankles by the time he was finally done. Or he thought he was. That respite after the first splorching release was nothing but a pause for his cocks to full up more, swelling thumping up against his belly with the sudden pressure, hitting him in the face with the pressurized blast of his second cumming.

All he could do was open his mouth and guzzle what he could, swallowing throatful after throatful of concentrated spunk. There was still a little trace of Spython's taste left in all that cum, but it was mostly Monty. He gulped and drank until his belly was stretched full, pushing out taut and sloshy, heavy and round with the weight while the rest of the mess dripped down from the ceiling. It was a thick coating of wallpaper on every single surface in the entire sauna, adding extra steam and heat to the point that even Monty was starting to get too hot. He panted his way through the room, slowly dragging himself up from his seated position, listening to the wobble of his gut and the splash of the cum beneath his feet. It squished between his toes, leaving him practically wading in the freshly-shot, silky cream, and he gasped for air until he got the sauna door open, bringing a waterfall of jizz pouring out over the floor, rushing into the locker room to spread the wave of powerful musk to the rest of the gym. He dripped his way slowly to the shower, sighing in satisfaction the whole way, his legs tingling, his tail twitching, muscles all perfectly relaxed after that double workout. It was time for some cool water at last.

Washing himself down with soap wasn't nearly enough to get the scent of his indulgence out of his scales, but it did make him feel better. That afterglow lingered on and on, leaving him happily hissing to himself in the empty gym. The staff had all gone home by then - but they knew well by then to leave him be if he ended up staying late. One less membership perhaps, but there would always be more. He never ran out of meals to satisfy his urges in a place like that. Though a predator like Spython was a gift like no other. Thick ropes of jizz streamed down his body, running into the drain below, leaving him resembling clean, at least. His belly was still heavy with his own cum, and there was still a heavy musk clinging to him that was going to take a good soak to get rid of. If he even wanted to. His particularly potent musk was always such a draw for prey. They seemed to give in so easily when he was extra sweaty and sniffable.

Once he was done and dried off, it was time to get dressed again. He couldn't well step out into the night naked. It was a chilly autumn's evening, and he needed to bundle up. Except, that was looking a whole lot more difficult than usual. His gut was trouble enough, bulging out beneath his top, barely kept in place by his coat. Squeezing on it a few times produced a rumble and a belch from him, which was reason enough not to do that again. His belly was going to need some time to rest. Curling up at home was his first order of business. He'd already had his protein shake, of sorts. Though even more burdensome than his middle was that extra hefty bulge between his legs as he attempted to pull his boxers all the way up. Hopping about, he grunted and wiggled, but he just couldn't conceal the bulge of his fattened balls beneath the fabric. He was going to have to go commander, his nuts thicker, heavier, and rounder thanks to Spython. It was going to take him a while to lose that sackfat, so to speak, enhanced and made more virile and potent than ever thanks to digesting a fellow predator snake.

"Hmmm," he hissed to no one in particular as he reached down to give his balls a solid heft and squeeze. "You really were a predator after all, weren't you? All those meals you added to yourself are mine now, looks like. I'll enjoy jiggling you around for a while. Thanks for making my balls so big. Can't wait to shove an eager preything's face between them."

On his way out, he stepped over the river of seed flowing towards the drain. That certainly wasn't going to be enough to take care of all that snake cum, but it was going to have to do. He felt his prey-fattened nuts bouncing with his every step, pushing out heavily beneath his shorts, bulging and obviously lewd to anyone who might have been looking. Maybe he'd catch a few eyes on the way home. And if not, there was definitely going to be someone who wanted a feel for themselves once he got back to the gym the next day. If anyone wondered where that handsome snake named Spython went, he would have been more than happy to show them himself.