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Bed Sheets and Scales

By Archangel Vulpine

Chapter One

When Ben's eyes opened, all he could see was scales. Lysander was lying with his back to him, the leopard snake still as he slept. Almost every inch of Lysander was covered in scales, the base colour was a pale grey, but his back, arms, and tail were decorated with numerous large blotches of deep orange, each of them encircled by a black border. Within seconds, Ben's heart had gone from a slow, sleepy rhythm, to thumping so loud he was scared Lysander would hear and wake up. Slipping out of the bed, Ben picked his clothes up from the floor and crept out of the bedroom. Being a rabbit helped: his long, ever-fluffy fur muffled his movements, while his tall ears listened for any sound of a waking snake. Most of Ben's fur was a shiny black, except for white patches around his eyes, nose, and neck. The flat was cosy, with only one bathroom, one bedroom, and an open plan kitchen and living room. The door out to the stairwell was directly ahead of Ben. Having pulled his clothes on, a white T-shirt and jeans, Ben made for the door. He had to focus on keeping his movements slow and quiet.

'If you're leaving, you really ssshould say goodbye.'

The hissing voice sounded from behind him. The rabbit froze, three paces from the door. Looking over his shoulder, Ben saw Lysander standing tall, naked, every one of his shiny scales on display, his long body still slithering out of the bedroom behind him. For a second Ben couldn't move, then he darted for the door, moving as fast as he could. His paw wrapped around the handle, then something hooked around his torso and yanked him backwards. That tail, that damned, powerful, terrible tail; already it was coiling around him, squeezing his waist, reaching up his body. Ben stumbled from the strength of the appendage, then before he could recover and make a second attempt at freedom he was hoisted into the air, lifted by the muscles hidden beneath the scales. Gripping the binds at his sides, Ben pushed, trying to free himself, but a moment later the tail wrapped around his shoulders and pinned his arms against his body. Kicking his legs in a pathetic gesture, this effort only succeeded in wasting energy; he was held too tightly to have any hope of slipping from Lysander's grip. The very tip of the scaled tail passed by Ben's head and in a moment of desperation he lunged for it, stretching his neck and opening his mouth in an attempt to bite down on it, but even this was fruitless as the tip whisked away faster than he could blink. Moving through the air, coming closer and closer to Lysander, Ben was completely trapped.

'It's not very consssiderate of you, I might have been worried about you,' the snake continued to tease.

The coils twisted, spinning Ben in the air so the two men were face to face, only a meter apart.

'I think it's only fair you make it up to me.'

At these words, Ben's body reacted instinctively, struggling, squirming, trying desperately to escape his trap.

'Why don't you make yourself ussseful.'

The tail moved once again and Ben was drawn closer to Lysander until their faces were only centimetres apart. There was a grin on the snake's face, yet his eyes were sharp. He was focused, determined to succeed.

'Just... ssstare,' Lysander said, his forked tongue flicking at the air between them as he spoke.

Ben tried not to, but being so close to the other male made it hard to look at anything else. His eyes were drawn in, enticed into meeting the snake's gaze. Lysander didn't have slitted pupils like some snakes, instead they were round and large, like deep black holes you could fall into. Each iris was a powerful orange, perfectly round and smooth.

'That'sss it,' Lysander cooed, not blinking as his wide eyes gazed at the rabbit.

With that, Ben suddenly found he couldn't look away even if he wanted to, the ability had been lost to him.

'Let your body ssslow down.'

Lysander's breathing was deep and slow. Ben was compelled to mimic him, his own body calming in response.

'Let your mind ssslip away.'

Ben could feel it happening. His brain was slowing down, his thoughts coming to a halt like a traffic jam.

'Don't fight it. Don't resissst.'

Ben's eyelids moved in a slow, drawn out blink. The world was dark for a second. When they opened again, all Ben knew was Lysander. His eyes, his voice, his tail.

The snake grinned. 'Good boy.'

Chapter Two

Ben was lowered to the floor and the snake's tail unwound itself. He didn't lunge for the door again; all thought of escape had evaporated from the rabbit's mind.

'Now,' Lysander began, 'I have some things to take care of thisss morning. While I'm gone, I want you to clean and tidy. Everything. Understand?'

Ben heard the words, Lysander's hissing voice slithering into his ear, filling his mind with the command. Unable to speak, Ben nodded, his eyes unfocused.

'Good boy,' Lysander repeated. 'Start with the bedroom.'

With that, Lysander headed into the bathroom and turned the shower on while Ben returned to the bedroom. The rabbit started by stripping the bed and dropping the sheets into a laundry basket. Once he'd dressed the bed with fresh sheets, he picked up Lysander's clothes from the floor and finished by organising things around the room, making it look tidy. At that moment, Lysander came into the bedroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. Patches of his scales still glittered with moisture and the scent of his mint body scrub filled the room. Ben continued his work as if he were still alone, his command leaving no room for distraction. Letting the hypnotised man work, Lysander moved to the wardrobe to dress. Lysander couldn't wear trousers, owing to the fact he didn't have legs. Instead, he wore a garment which was something like a kilt, except it had a belt at the top and bottom. Slipping his tail into the tube-like item, he wound it up his body, then fastened the top belt around his waist and the lower belt further down his body. Depending on his intended activities, Lysander could adjust the lower belt, raising or lowering it on his body to loosen or tighten the fabric. By comparison, the snake's upper body was ordinary, torso complete with arms, neck and shoulders. Pulling a polo shirt over his head, Lysander was finally decent.

'Take a ssshower,' Lysander instructed. 'I can't have a dirty bunny cleaning my apartment now can I?'

Once Ben was showered and dressed in fresh clothes, Lysander pulled him to the front door.

Raising his hand, the snake cupped Ben's chin. 'Now, I won't be gone for long,' he began, lifting the rabbit's head so the two were eye to eye, 'but when I get back, I expect everything to be clean. Underssstand?'

His mind too cloudy for him to speak, Ben nodded. Lysander grinned down at the rabbit, then opened the door and left the apartment. Alone, all thoughts of escape and freedom stolen from his mind, Ben set to work. He began by collecting the laundry basket from the bedroom and depositing the contents into the washing machine. Next he set to work on the washing up, scrubbing every plate, bowl, knife, fork and cup until there was a monument of drying cutlery and dishes beside the sink. With that done, Ben fetched the vacuum cleaner from the cupboard. His mind was empty. All he knew was chores. All he could do was work, do as he'd been told. With the floors looking brand new, Ben returned the vacuum and headed back to the kitchen to find another chore. Escape. The thought was tiny, almost silent, but it was there, like a whisper in a library. The rabbit's brain had been quiet for so long, occupied by Lysander's eyes and his command to clean, but fragments of thoughts were coming together like pieces of a puzzle. You have to escape, this is your chance. Even as the idea completed itself, Ben's feet carried him to the washing machine which was now beeping. It was too soon; Lysander's power still held him and Ben had to do as he'd been told. As the rabbit took items from the washing machine and moved them to the tumble drier, his mind dripped back to him, gradually resuming. If he focused, his mind would eventually return to him. Lysander's power couldn't hold him forever, Ben would be able to break free and make his escape. He just had to focus. The lock on the front door clicked.

Chapter Three

Ben couldn't turn to look, couldn't even stop what he was doing, but he didn't need to. His nose twitched, detecting the return of that minty scent. His long ears rotated, filled by the sound of Lysander slithering over the floor.

'Ben, come,' was all Lysander needed to say.

Dropping what he was doing, Ben walked to stand before the snake. Lysander had returned with a wide box which he placed on the kitchen table. Ben could just notice this, but his mind was still so clouded, so slow, he didn't have the capacity to wonder what was inside.

Turning to the rabbit, Lysander continued, 'Look at you, doing exactly as I said. Sssuch a good boy.' Once again, the snake placed a hand under Ben's chin, lifting his face to look into it. 'Hmm...' Lysander mused, his forked tongue coming within millimetres of the rabbit's nose. 'I think you need another dose,' Lysander continued. 'We wouldn't want the effectsss wearing off, would we?'

Somewhere in the back of Ben's brain, something tried to resist. A nagging thought, begging him to escape. But it was still too quiet, too distant. Already Lysander's tail was wrapping around his body once more, looping round, and round, and round. Ben could feel the scales sliding over him, each circle making the bind tighter, squeezing him. His feet left the ground as the muscles in Lysander's body tightened, the tail constricting. There were those eyes again. Those round, smooth, inviting eyes.

'Come now,' Lysander spoke. 'Deep down, you know thisss is what you want.'

Lysander's hands came up to either side of Ben's head. His thumbs rubbed back and forth, caressing the man's fur. Ben knew what was happening, what Lysander was doing to him, but he didn't care. He couldn't. It was like watching a solar eclipse: a bright orange ring surrounding a smooth black circle. It was dangerous, he shouldn't be looking directly at it, but he couldn't help it. It was an event on a celestial scale, there was something so beautiful about it, so magical, he was drawn in and couldn't look away. Those wonderful eyes were all he knew, they became his whole world. The snake held him there longer than he needed to, ensuring his power took complete control over the rabbit, leaving him no hope. Ben felt his feet touch the floor. Lysander's tail unwound itself, releasing Ben's arms and legs; however, a single coil remained around the rabbit's hips.

'Down on your knees,' came Lysander's command.

Complying instantly, Ben lowered himself, kneeling before his master. His head was now level with Lysander's waist, his eyes on that tube-like lower garment.

'You know what to do...'

Raising his paws, Ben started by unfastening the lower belt. Already, the rabbit could see something pressing against the underside of the fabric. Once the second belt was off too, Ben lowered the garment to reveal what Lysander had beneath. Not one, but two hard cocks stood before him, Lysander's not-so-secret weapon. Standing side by side, one angled to the left, one to the right, the two members were almost identical, resembling a pink twin headed dragon. Curving upwards, each ended in a smooth, pointed tip. The only differences between the two were in the detailing: veins which stood out against the light flesh, a slight variance in angle. Lysander's words were implicit, but no less powerful, filling Ben's mind until he had no choice but to obey. Raising his paws, he wrapped one around each of the snake's members. Starting slow, he moved his thumbs in symmetrical rings around the smooth tips, teasing the snake. Ben heard Lysander take in a long breath and let it out in a hiss. In unison, he slid his paws down the two rods, before sliding back up again. Each cock was smooth and stiff. Still fresh from the shower, Ben breathed in Lysander's minty scent. The bunny's pants were becoming tighter, his body reacting instinctively to the sights, smells, and touches. He barely noticed though, his mind was focused entirely on the task laid out for him by his master. Nothing else was of any consequence, all that mattered was he did a good job. Continuing his long strokes, Ben leaned in closer, opened his mouth, and ran his tongue up the tip of the left member. He did this again, and again, occasionally receiving a bead of pre as a reward. The taste was akin to berries, a drop of sweetness building up into a stronger flavour as it layered and lingered on his tongue.

'That'sss it,' came Lysander's voice. 'Be a good boy.'

This was all the encouragement he needed. Opening his mouth wider, Ben slid down Lefty, feeling it twitch. His short whiskers tickled at Righty and the snake shuddered. Squeezing Lefty with his lips and teasing the underside with his tongue, Ben worked himself into a rhythm, sliding up and down, up and down.

Above him, Lysander was taking deep breaths. 'You're ssso good at that...'

Ben was allowed to work at his pace for a time, but soon Lysander was meeting his movements, the snake's hips sliding back and forth, pushing his member further into the bunny's maw. Meanwhile, Ben's paw gripped Righty, pre soaking his palm and fingers. Somewhere lower down on his body, Ben was aware of something moving. That tail. While Lysander's upper body was still, his tail was working on Ben's crotch, applying pressure, grinding back and forth. Ben moaned at the touch, though the sound was muffled thanks to the cock filling his mouth. Slowly, that tail slid back and forth, back and forth, pressing down against him before easing up, only to come right back down and send another shudder through Ben's body, stroking the obedient bunny as he pleasured his master.

'Huh... Huff... Hisss.' Lysander's breathing had become irregular, silent for a moment before sucking in a breath.

A moment later, Lysander shuddered. Muscles visibly tensed throughout his body, his twin cocks throbbed in unison; one member sprayed across the room to ruin the clean floor, while the other pumped hot cum deep down Ben's throat. Lysander didn't need to give any further commands; Ben stayed where he was and swallowed every drop. In that moment, every one of Ben's senses was consumed by Lysander: he tasted the snake's hot, sticky cum; felt him throbbing against the roof of his mouth; smelt the mint that clung to his clean body; his vision was consumed by scales. All Ben knew was the wonderful, loving, masterful reptilian man before him.

As Lysander came down from his climax, he moaned once more. 'Mmf. Sssuch a good boy.'

These words, on top of that ceaseless tail, were too much for the rabbit. Barely able to move in the snake's coils, Ben's body stiffened, before his cock fired into his underwear. The warm, thick liquid surrounded his member, coating his crotch as it throbbed. Once the two had come down from their climaxes, Lysander's tail finally uncoiled, releasing the rabbit.

'Go. Take your clothes off, clean yourssself up, then get into bed,' Lysander commanded as he reached for a box of tissues.

Doing as he was told, Ben moved to the bedroom, stripped, dried his still hard member with a towel, then lay on the bed, staring at nothing. A minute passed, then Lysander entered the room, closing the door behind him. Ben heard the snake remove his own clothing before slithering into the bed. Once again, Lysander wrapped his tail around the rabbit, but the intention was different this time: it encircled Ben's torso twice but didn't squeeze him, the snake simply wanted to hold the rabbit. Placing one hand under the rabbit's neck, Lysander moved the other to stroke through Ben's hair, along his neck, and down his back. Lying in the snake's embrace, all Ben could see was scales.

It took time, but eventually the effects of Lysander's controlling power faded. When he was able to do so of his own freewill, Ben looked up at the snake.

'How did I do?' Lysander asked, smiling down at the rabbit.

'Wonderfully!' Ben replied, wrapping his arms around the snake.

'Is there anything I could have done better?'

'Nope, you were perfect.'

Lysander tightened his hold on the small mammal, keeping him close. 'Happy birthday bunny boy.'

'Thank you.'

'I got you a cake,' Lysander continued.

In reply to this, Ben tightened his grip on Lysander and kissed him. The snake returned the kiss and squeezed Ben in his tail.

The two were silent for a moment, as close as possible in the bed together, then Lysander asked, 'Ssso, do I get to make a special request of you when it's my birthday?'