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The Mousetrap

By Danath

Characters © Lycantiger

Written during Freebies Vol. 86: Open Menu Edition

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"SynTech Station Jormungand, do you read?"

The freighter captain's eyes widened as the drooling, damp muzzle of a white mouse dropped into view from above the screen.

"Uh... SynTech Station Jormungand?"

"Nnnggghh... yes, we're all fine here, thank you," the mouse gasped. "How're you?"

With the mouse's head filling almost the entire frame, the freighter captain couldn't see much of the background, just a shifting mass of something dark and slightly glossy.

"Uh... good, thanks. Do we have permission to dock with your supplies?"

"Oh... uh..."

Something thin and red and forked appeared from the side of the screen. The long length of flesh tickled the mouse's ears, and the small male stiffed and his jaw dropped.

"Please dock... right away... thanks... Jormungand... out..."

The transmission cut and the freighter captain furrowed his brow. Something strange was going on. But it was a SynTech space station full of weirdos doing research that couldn't be done anywhere but deep space, so maybe that wasn't unusual after all?

* * *

Seven space days earlier...

Inside the Gamma Lab on SynTech Station Jormungand, a team of a dozen white mice busied themselves at control panels, computers, and other stations around the large rectangular room. A large white table ran down the center, leaving a walkway about ten feet wide on either side. All of the panels and workstations were built into the structure itself in the case of gravity loss, but were easily replaceable in case of malfunction. Several maintenance personnel were currently on their backs wiggling underneath some of the stations through open panels, most with their tails strapped to their legs to avoid them hitting any sensitive electronics.

Amidst the busy scene, the table in the center of the room glowed, lit from below. A clear glass plate sat on top of the complicated, angular maze inside, all made of the same white material that glowed faintly from within. Even from above, it was disorienting to look at, and for the tiny foot-long naga trapped in the center, even more so.

Shaya couldn't hear any words clearly from within the table. The glass top was far too thick to move at her current size. As small as she was, Shaya could almost be mistaken for a normal snake, rather than a naga. A quadrant of broad, plate-like scales formed the top and back of her head, with smaller plates forming a flat-topped, blunt muzzle beneath amber eyes. The scales around her face were sculpted to give her eyes a sleek appearance, especially with the natural red eyebrow ridges angling down towards the insides of her brow. The naga's amber eyes peered upwards, through the glass towards the paneled ceiling above, which was full of cameras and sensors monitoring and measuring her every breath.

The naga couldn't remember getting to the station, or anything really from before she woke up. All she could remember was cold. Biting, bitter, chilling, and eventually numbing cold. At first, she'd been happy just to feel anything but that brutal coldness. For weeks, she'd been content to bask in the room temperature heat. It wasn't like she could do anything else - the tiny naga was completely listless all that time and couldn't move even if she wanted to. Shaya felt like she was thawing out gradually, and each day found she could move more easily than the day before.

Of course, becoming more active only made the scientists studying her even more interested. She tried to talk to them, obviously, but they either couldn't hear or couldn't understand her. So for the past week or so, they'd been dumping her in this table maze with different things at the exits. And all week, she'd refused anything they offered - extra food, doll clothing, toys. Some of it was, frankly, insulting, like the pile of dead bugs. Others were tempting, like the pile of blankets - well, one blanket cut up into smaller strips more her tiny two-foot size.

Shaya ignored them all, and simply stared out of the glass with her tiny arms crossed over her small chest. Occasionally her dark purple tongue would flicker from between her lips, past her white and smooth lower jaw. The white continued across the front of her neck, but faded by the time the scales around her collarbones closed in. From the torso down, the naga's scales wrapped around her shoulders and sides, covering her back and "hips," from where her long tail - for a foot-long naga, anyways - coiled behind her. The scales were much smaller and tightly knit, with each overlapping the next scale only slightly, but so close and firm together she still felt smooth to the touch. The scales were slightly glossy and chestnut brown, and only reflected the light dully, like a dark polished wood. Spreading from the base of her neck, the tough but smooth unscaled skin coated her smooth, small chest and belly, which narrowed into the naga's hips. Small as she was, it was easy to miss the tiny slit containing her male package above the tougher and broader pairs of scales of the same red color that ran along her underside down to the tip of her tapered tail.

Shaya shivered. It was still too cold, especially inside the strange, brightly lit table. At least when they opened the gate and let her go back into the holding cell or cage or whatever it was, she could curl up and at least maintain a little of her own body heat. Inside the glass table, they pumped a steady flow of air, which meant a steady flow of low temperature current swirling around her bare scales.

The naga heard the sounds of the table's inner chambers opening, revealing whatever it was the scientists put out as bait this time. At one end, she could smell something savory, which wouldn't really get her going, she thought. Not until they started listening to her, anyways, she wasn't going to cooperate one bit with a single one of the mice running around studying her. It wasn't like she was asking for much, considering the lack of memory and all, but a little warmer room would be nice, and anyways, what was the idea of putting her in a maze? She felt a bit indignant about that.

That's when she sensed something else from the other end of the maze. It wasn't food, and it didn't really have a scent, but it still made the naga's eyes perk up, glowing brighter than they had since she'd woken up in the lab.

Above the glass, there was a commotion. Fuzzy white faces peered inside. Muffled shouts gave orders and scientists scurried around. Shaya was finally moving.

The maze was probably supposed to be difficult, but Shaya already had it pretty much solved before she started. She couldn't move very fast, cold as she was, but whatever it was the scientists put out was giving off the one thing she was really craving: heat.

Sliding around the last corner, the red-bellied snakenaga pulled up short. There was a large, oval brown... something. It was shaped a bit like an egg, but much bigger. There were bumpy bits but also smooth bits. Steam rose from the top, and Shaya moved closer, entranced at the warmth it gave off. Upon touching it, the outer layer peeled away to reveal some sort of steaming white vegetable mass below.

Unfortunately, Shaya could also tell that the heat it gave off was temporary. Still, it was something, and for the first time since waking up, Shaya felt the warmth seep into her scales as she slid her tiny body around the strange organic thing, whatever it was.

The naga fell asleep grinning and stayed there until the potato cooled completely.

* * *

Shaya crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes. These scientists had to be joking. Teasing her. Both ends of the maze contained more of the round brown things, and they were warm, alright, but covered in mounds of... stuff. Yellow squares, green flakes, things that looked like little miniature green trees. Some sort of goopy orange substance. The one at the other end had been pulverized somehow and though it smelled pretty much the same, it was piled up and mixed around so that it had no consistency. Shaya was not about to slide through a mess like that. Cleaning her scales would take hours.

After a while, they tried different variations on the brown oval. Sliced, boiled chunks, uncooked... the naga ignored them all. For two days, she was offered hundreds of variations of potatoes, not once being repeated, and she refused them all. Somehow, the assembled mice never thought to try changing the temperature.

By the start of the third day, Shaya wondered if perhaps these scientists were testing her response to insane situations. They didn't seem ready to acknowledge her repeated shouting and hand-waving through the glass as they set up a new trial.

What would it be, Shaya wondered? Perhaps a round oval sandwiched between more round brown ovals? Maybe more of the frozen ones from yesterday? Or maybe something even worse, like... like...

Shaya tensed. This was new. She could tell there was heat coming from both ends of the maze, but it was strongest on the same side as the hot brown oval had been days ago. Zipping through the maze, which had been greatly changed but still posed no difficulty for the naga, Shaya emerged into the chamber containing the heat source.

It was round, but cylindrical, and clearly not organic. The dark blue vial was about six inches long, about a half of her own length, and was completely sealed all the way around in whatever material it was made from. It emitted a low amount of heat, but it was constant. There were markings across the tube and some orange and yellow triangles, but Shaya couldn't read them. Unable to resist despite not wanting to satisfy the scientists, she nevertheless wrapped herself as many times around the blue tube as she could and groaned as the heat seeped into her scales.

Curiously, she found that if she clenched her scales a little harder, the tube gave off more heat. Rippling and flexing, Shaya's upper torso spread open so that her backside and spine rubbed across the blue tube while her coils shifted and clenched along the lower half. Her fingers spread over her stomach as the heat filled her up like nothing had since she'd woken up on the station.

Faces appeared in the glass above. Shaya ignored them, even when they started shouting and pointing at things out of sight. The naga's pale red palms, the same color as her chest, slid higher up her "belly" and squeezed in as she wriggled her shoulders backwards against the tube. Her coils clenched even more tightly and the heat more than doubled. Shaya's blunt muzzle dropped open and she arched her back as the warmth flooded her. The clenching mass of coils around the blue tube began to grow larger. Shaya's head and shoulders twisted as they stretched, while her paws moved higher, cupping the swelling rose-colored breasts filling out, complete with dark red nipples.

The clamor from outside the table really started once it was clear Shaya was growing. And growing quickly. The naga's scales shifted as she clenched and writhed and wriggled around the tube, despite how much smaller it was now in proportion to her body than before. And it wasn't just a matter of getting longer, either. Shaya's body grew thicker from head to tail tip as well, swelling with powerful, rippling muscles.

The inner walls of the maze crumbled as her lower body squeezed outwards in all directions, forced flat by the glass above. Shaya's palms pressed flat to the clear material as her breasts, now C-cups and showing no signs of slowing, flattened and rubbed up and down, side to side. Her smooth lower belly and wriggling lower half were similarly forced to press against the several-inch thick glass as she grew past four feet long total. Her tail formed a loop around the blue tube, almost completely hiding it in her scales, as she squeezed it so hard the heat made her gasp and moan and buck against the glass covering above her.

Fuzzy white muzzles stared down at her, jaws agape as the lights in the lab turned yellow and started flashing. People ran every which way, bald tails streaming behind them, as Shaya's male package squeezed between the glass and her belly. Far less insignificant now than when she was barely twenty inches long total, each thick, dark black member flattened into the glass, showing off the deep scale-like ridges of flesh surrounding the shaft every few inches, leading up into a pair of thick, pointed tips. Long enough for both huge arousals to push tip-first into the undersides of her flattened breasts, the naga's breath misted on the glass as she moaned even louder and clenched her fingers, scratching deep furrows into the super-tough glass case. Shaya's eyes clenched shut as she felt her similarly impressive balls flatten between her thighs and the glass; the orbs were easily the size of her own head, but still appeared too small to handle both of the enormous maleness sprouting one on top of the other from just above the fat sac.

Four and a half feet... five feet long... less when "standing," but still better than before.

Shaya moaned as the blue tube distorted, both ends bulging as her scales tightened and squeezed, forcing more and more vibrant, radiant, glorious heat into her aching body. It had been far too long since she felt properly warm, and the greedy naga's upper body flattened even more into the glass as squirts of thick, clear pre-cum splattered and dripped onto her belly before she grew so thick that her stomach smeared into it and spread it around, creating a mess inside the table. Her tail curled against the edges, looking for a way to escape as her muffled moans were drowned out by the commotion in the lab.

Five and a half feet... six feet...

The lights in the lab turned red. Shaya's claws scored the glass again as she moaned and writhed her pinned body against the smooth, slick glass. Her long snakehalf flexed and whipped side to side until the entire table shuddered as she wrapped herself as tightly around the blue warm-giving tube as she could.

Bigger... hotter... Shaya's muzzle smeared against the glass as she was forced to turn her head sideways and tip her jaw back, both from how close the glass was now and how heavy and wide her breasts spread, forcing her to gasp for air as they ballooned up. She didn't stop milking the blue tube with her coils, though, even as her breathing grew difficult. It was too tight inside the table now. Her torso squeezed into the underside of the glass until she thought her ribs would be crushed. She was too big for it. Too thick... too big... too hot!

The brown and red snake's body clenched, and then everything exploded.

* * *

"Gamma Lab? Gamma Lab? Come in, Gamma Lab! We detected an explosion - do you need assistance?"

Shaya's head lifted from the ground. The table was cracked in half, split down the middle lengthways. The only light came from a few flashing red LEDs in the walls, high up near the ceilings.

The naga could see from her outline in the shadows that she was much, much bigger than before. Maybe 20 feet or more. And the glass was gone, letting her take a proper, deep full breath and enjoy the heat of the... the...

Shaya looked around, scanning the lab. She could see well in the dark, but couldn't find the small six-inch tube amidst the unconscious mice and smoking panels. Slithering through the wreckage, she tried to look under the split half of the huge table and lifted it easily with one arm. Nothing. The whole room shook when she dropped the enormous broken table back onto the ground.

"C-c-containment breach! Containment breach!"

One of the white mice was moving and had a broken radio in his paw. He thumped his fist on the side, trying to get the message through, when his eyes went wide, revealing the bright red irises that nearly matched the color of the naga's underside. In the flashing red-to-darkness pattern, the mouse's white fur stood completely on end as he stared up at the looming reptile. Her fangs, silhouetted, showed bright in the red light, while the darkness made his mind go blank with terror, only for the red light to illuminate Shaya's plump, full chest and bring about a whole different set of feelings. Either way, the radio slid from his paw as he stared up at the larger, thicker naga leaning down towards him, both hands wide and outstretched.

Shaya's muzzle turned upwards in a smile as she felt the squirming mouse against her coils. He wasn't as warm as the blue tube, but the blue tube was too small and didn't move like the cute little scientist was. He was maybe five feet tall, about a quarter of her length, and it wasn't hard to wrap herself around him so that he faced her, and ended with his head buried in her cleavage. She was just getting down to seriously squeezing and milking the moaning male when she heard more gasping and shouting. She sighed - there wasn't enough time to get the cute little males properly warmed up before another distraction presented itself. More of the team of scientists were waking up after the blast, and the naga's body shivered and thickened under the flashing red lights. The mice were going to make the perfect way to keep herself nice and warm... and as her twin malenesses shoved into the bound scientist's belly in front of her, she could think of a few ways they could pay her back for all those stupid tests.

The radio continued to call. Shaya ignored it, focusing instead on rounding up all 12 of the white mice. All of them were awake and staring as she wriggled around, wrapping her growing body around and between them.

A chorus of squeaks and groans echoed through the lab as the nearly twelve-foot-long naga used her thickness and weight to keep a good number of the squirming males gasping and wiggling beneath her, warm and soft instead of the hard surface of her former cage. The naga's blunt muzzle opened and her tongue flicked out, tasting all the delicious scents of her prey as she shivered and squeezed down into them even more firmly for a few seconds. She could feel their arousals growing, which only made them even hotter against her backside. A few others groaned deep in the coils of her lower body, totally encased by the rippling, muscular scales.

And one lucky mouse dangled from her hands, which were wrapped around his hips tightly. His muzzle hung open, slack, and his glazed eyes stared down at the naga. Between his legs, an impressively long and thick pink cock jerked and throbbed, already fully hard. It dripped down onto the naga's twins, which lay across her belly slightly spread. Shaya's eyes narrowed, pink brows furrowing, and her lips closed tight, letting only her long forked tongue sneak through to taste this particular mouse's scent. He was the biggest of the lot, but otherwise identical in terms of fur and body type.

Which suited the eager naga quite nicely. Hir pale red palms clenched around the small male's belly as she undulated her hips, stroking both of her huge malenesses between his thighs. That certainly got his attention, especially as he felt the fat ridges of flesh grinding under his own heavy balls, which spread across the naga's shafts as they pushed further. By the time the thick bases pressed tight to the back of the mouse's thighs, Shaya was wiggling madly and clenching even more firmly around the squirming males in her coils. She made sure to loop a few around their arousals, teasing and milking them as she prepped their comrade for his turn.

The mice could only generate so much heat. Shaya wiggled, about twelve feet long or so. She was still so hungry...

Her hips dragged the mouse in her grasp back up into the air, then down against as her throbbing shafts squeezed back under his tail. The left one made it there first, and the mouse's head tipped back as he felt himself stretched open with a short, rude little undulation. His feet pulled up, knees bending, before he shoved his heels down into the sides of the naga's body a bit higher up on her belly. The mouse, essentially forced into a sitting position, squeaked mightily again as Shaya's large hand wrapped around his muzzle and face. His paws grasped at her as the enormous snake, more than twice his size, used her significantly more powerful figure to push him down, stretching his hips and bulging his belly.

That was more like it. Shaya's fangs emerged as she grinned down at the squirming mouse. Her coils loosened up lower down, releasing the panting pair of mice she'd been milking, so that she could use her full length to break in the cutie riding her hips. His pale white belly flexed outwards, showing each ridge of scale-like flesh, all six making up the length of each huge, dark-skinned maleness. The tip lurched outwards, flexing his belly, as he leaned backwards and draped his shoulders behind him. The mouse's hips shuddered and jerked before his thick pink cock erupted, spraying ropes of seed across the snake's heavy, round breasts. And that was just the first thrust.

Coils of snakeflesh wrapped around the mouse's hips, pinning his arms and holding him fast, keeping him stationary in place with his knees bent and feet propped against her belly. Shaya shoved forward, deeper and harder than ever, and then again and again. The tip of her tail slid wetly between the mouse's lips, causing his groans and loud squeaks to turn into cute little gurgles instead, and the naga's amber eyes lit up brighter and brighter yet.

The mouse wriggled on the massive stalk invading his backside as the second one bounced off his stomach and his own pink shaft, which erupted again with an unprecedented no-hands orgasm. His eyes bulged, but not nearly as much as his belly, which began to inflate so fast and full that he no longer showed the definition of her thick snakecock inside. Until one of her coils squeezed down into his belly, that is. Shaya let out a pleasured, happy groan at the sensation of rubbing herself right through the mouse's thin belly, while the mouse, for his part, found another part of himself erupting this time: his muzzle. With nowhere else to go, the small male fountained, causing a rain of seed all around as the coils milked him dry.

"Nnffff... that was fun," Shaya moaned, amber eyes floating up in front of the mouse's face. "I think I want to do it again!"

The mouse's red eyes glinted as they stared back into Shaya's blunt-muzzle and wide eyes. "Y... yes... please..."

"Mmmhh... good... because you're all gonna be my new cockwarmers whether you like it or not!"

The mouse's belly slumped outwards, filling in all directions as the naga came again. His white fur splayed as his muzzle could only drain so much, and the folds of his stomach hung over the shifting coils still clenching tight around him.

"Mmmhh... oooh... ooh, yesss... are you... getting even... tighter?" Shaya gasped. Her chest leaned forward, smooshing over the bound, impaled mouse's head, flattening his wide ears in her thick, warm chest. His stomach bulged against her heavy balls as she undulated her coils, easily pumping her ridged stalk to the hilt with reckless abandon for the mouse's ability to contain all the thick, potent seed.

The answer to Shaya's question was yes, but the cause was twofold. First, the mouse was shrinking. His previously fat pink cock, which hung past his knees, now barely made it to mid-thigh, though it was still as thick as it was originally, making it stubby and hard to get both paws around. The balls, too, were just as big as when he'd first been planted around the root of Shaya's tree. But the rest of him was definitely smaller. His belly, though currently huge and round, was still shorter from hip to chest than before. His arms were leaner, his shoulders narrower. His thighs were just enough to support his stretched, plump, small rump cheeks, while his calves were like sticks.

By the time Shaya rinsed him out half a dozen times, he was nearly frail compared to before, though still plenty big and thick enough to provide plenty of heat when the naga threw him into her nest with the rest of the scientists.

The other reason the small male felt so tight was that she was growing. Larger she swelled, but also slower. She grunted as she watched her massive upper length slap across the white mouse's muzzle, while the lower continued to pump deep and hard into him with each powerful thrust, making his swollen belly jerk and his muzzle erupt with another fountain of seed. When she finally dragged him off her thickness, she had to use both hands. The lower shaft draped forward over her huge balls, but the upper remained fully aroused, so the naga traded mice, replacing the first with one of his fellows. His fat pink cock bobbed, jerking and shooting after so much rubbing and teasing against her scales, and he made all sorts of pleasant sounds when Shaya dragged him over her tip, though she found herself having a lot more trouble fitting inside him than the first one... especially once the cycle repeated, and she grew even bigger, stronger, and hungrier...

* * *

"Abandon station! Abandon station! All hands, abandon station!"

The automated recording suddenly ended. Crew members looked up, confused, as they stopped in the middle of whatever part of the evacuation process they were responsible for.

"This is... hhhhaaahahhhh! This is the commander. The Gamma Lab alarm was a false alarm and technicians are on their way now. Again, the Gamma Lab alahhhhhhhhrm was a false alarm. All hands, cancel evacuation and... return... to... duuuuuuuuteeeeeeeeeh!"

The intercom cut off. Dozens of white mice from all parts of the station and labs Alpha to Indigo milled around in confusion. There were close to two hundred scientists, researchers, and support staff on the large station in total, and besides the short message from the commander on the intercom, there was no other information, and no word at all from Gamma Lab.

The reason was obvious. Inside the commander's office, the mouse in charge was bent over his desk, dangling by his tail as two immense snake cocks stretched him open again and again. More than 40 feet long by now, the naga coiled tighter yet around the mouse's bulging belly as his trembling fingers changed the settings on the station, increasing the temperature and humidity through the entire lab structure. Once finished, Shaya's exuberant hiss filled the room and the mouse sank into her powerful shifting coils, full belly and all, until he was completely hidden within her constantly shifting, grinding, clenching coils. Shaya leaned across the desk, jaw resting on a hand, with a look of slack pleasure on her muzzle. Her heavy breasts flattened across the top as her coils contracted, getting even more frantic wriggling out of the warm, full little mouse caught up in the naga's long prehensile tail.

"Mmmmhhh... oooh, that's better," Shaya groaned, sensitive enough to already detect the rise in air temperature as the new settings took effect. "That will make it much easier to round up the rest of you squirmy little warmer-uppers! By the way, where's the hottest part of this place? What'd you call it? The reactor?"

* * *

Later, in Alpha Lab, a pair of scientists working on plant genome replication went back to their workstations, unsure of what else to do after the false alarm, when a shadow fell across them - and then into them. An enormous snake tail dozens feet long wrapped them up, squeezing them together and bringing them forward, whooshing into place before Shaya. The amber-eyed naga leered down at the two new mice she'd found, and dragged the old, used toys off her thick arousals. She'd play with them again later, once they'd drained. The leaking, overfilled mice gurgled and moaned as they rolled onto their stomachs and created a wash of snake seed down the corridor. The two new mice's struggles turned into squirms as the naga's hypnotic eyes and scent fixed them in place, and as her coils surrounded them, she hugged them back to back before dragging them down into her coils - and onto her massively aroused twin shafts.

"Is this the right way to... what was it called..."

Shaya's muscular arms clenched around the two scientists. Their legs splayed in four different directions as the naga broke their minds and their rumps in just a few thrusts. She was many, many times longer than when she first broke out of the table in the lab, so it was easy to completely wrap up the pair of cute, warm little males and soak up their warmth while they soaked up her seed. The enormous snake's heavy bosoms smothered whatever parts of the scientists weren't covered in straining coils.

"Oh, right. The reactor room? No? You don't know either, huh? I bet I can warm myself up all the way in there... then maybe I'll start remembering something from before you all put me under that glass..."

* * *

The next week...

"You sure there's nothing wrong? That docking procedure was a little weird," the freighter captain said. He was a tall, muscular snow leopard, and his crew was primarily big cats - four dozen lions, tigers, panthers, cheetahs, and others, who made the freighter one of the most reliable in the fleet. "Something wrong with your radio operator?"

The mouse in front of the snow leopard smiled. His eyes were vacant, and his tail hung down out of the back of his skewed lab coat, which was far too large for his short, lithe frame. A pair of cracked glasses rested on the bridge of his muzzle.

"Huh? Oh, no, everything's fine, we've just been busy."

"Busy? With what?" the snow leopard asked. He held out an electronic pad. "Sign here for the delivery, by the way. Everything's in the cargo bay, same as last month."

The mouse took the pad and used a claw tip to write a name, then grinned even wider.

"Now that she's in charge, we're keeping her warm!"

The snow leopard tipped his head to the side and twitched his ears. "Keeping her warm?" he asked. "Who's in charge?"

"She likes being kept warm!" Big, friendly smile.

The snow leopard shook his head. Well, these scientists were always a little funny. It's why SynTech sent them all out here to a remote station alone. And if they weren't funny before, anyone would go a little funny after all that time out here.

"Well, good luck. I'm sure you'll keep her red hot! Me 'n the boys will be out of your hair now."

The freighter captain took back the pad and turned to leave when the mouse squeaked. The snow leopard turned just in time to see him pulled, wriggling madly and arms stretched, into a mess of huge, firm, muscular coils. Dozens of feet of them, maybe hundreds, coiling in and out and over and around each other in a dizzying array that smoothly and silently pulled the small mouse within in a matter of seconds. It was impossible to tell just how long the enormous tapered length was.

Only the mouse's already cracked glasses remained behind. For a long moment, there was no sign of the short white-furred male in the mass of coils, until he suddenly lurched outwards, belly bulging with the clear shape of a massive, oversized cock, complete with its twin bouncing away next to the small male's hips. Enormous bosoms draped down around the gasping, groaning mouse, hiding him from view once more before a lustful amber gaze settled on the captain's wide eyes.

Shaya grinned and watched as the snow leopard and his crew dashed for their ship and departed with as much haste as was possible.

"See you next month, thanks!" she called after them. Then, to the gurgling, ballooned mouse shuddering and twitching happily in her coils: "Too bad they didn't stick around. I bet the big one would have been really warm... anyways, I think I'm back to full size! Haven't gotten any bigger today. So let's figure out why I lost my memory, and hey, maybe we'll even try out a few of the tests you were running on me."

The mouse sank back into the endless scales with a wide-eyed gurgle before disappearing completely, and then the naga's entire length slithered back down the hallway towards Alpha Lab, where the scientists had all decided to study the things she suggested. Better check up on them. And get a few fresh scale-warmers.

"What was that nice hot brown oval thing, anyways?"

The end