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At first, there was just a slight shift in the light coming down through the branches in the grove...

"Looks like rain", he thought to himself with a pleasant smile illuminating his serpentine face. He'd been *so* looking forward to some rain, the air had been so very warm and dry lately, and he'd spent so much time thinking about how parched he was, how badly his body needed it. A few of the scales on his body briefly turned to bark before returning to their usual state as the dryad's forked tongue slurped around his lipless maw, anticipating the imminent downpour with some trepidation.

Some of what was taking place was almost perfectly reminiscent of the elements of nature's timeless ritual of precipitation which it was modeled after, but something about it would've still seemed... 'off', to a casual observer. The clouds were gathering not only a little too rapidly but also in a much more concentrated location than normal rainclouds would have, a telltale sign of their true unnatural origin to anyone who'd have been paying close enough attention. On other occasions the timing had been slower and more believable, but having a certain degree of eagerness was natural as well, so all the clouds gathered into one great big cloud darkening the sky right over the snake-man, who lifted his eye slits up to greet it with the same rapt wonder as every other time.

So much time spent only being able to think of the body in terms of being this thing which inevitably breaks down and which people only came to him so that he could fix it for them, so much of it a workplace, so little a playground. Was it any wonder that someone who devoted so much of his time to the service of others, never able to leave his grove because of the harm it would cause them, would've developed a craving for every opportunity to relearn how to think of it in more recreational terms than this all over again, as he used to in his younger days? Considering that without the plants and trees none of us would even be able to draw breath, was it so much to ask for some of us to give them water to drink, every once in a while?

He sighed contentedly as thunder finally roared overhead...

"So thirsty!"

A shiver went down his spine when the first drop hit.

The third already came sooner after the second than the second did after the first and the fifth was already indistinguishable from the fourth. All of the subsequent drops melded together into what felt like an unrelenting onslaught of wetness flowing from head to toe splitting into a myriad of babbling rivulets flowing down all over the dryad's trembling form. It refreshed his every scale, infiltrated his every crevice, cleaned out and cooled down every square inch of him inside and out, every pore on his body greedily soaking up precious fluids all the way through to his core.

Even though he could technically absorb moisture just as easily from everywhere on his body as he could through his mouth, the instinctive association was still there, so he threw his head back with his gaping maw to the sky. He could control the shifting under normal circumstances just as easily as anything else, but it could become involuntary beyond a sufficient threshold of sensory overload. The snake-man's ecstatic face morphed into a gratefully upturned carnivorous plant gathering and funneling the incoming liquid into his body.

Pine needles erupted all over his quivering body as his two scaly legs each splintered apart into a set of four spider legs made of bark on each side. His spider legs turned into roots where they hit the ground and tunneled as deep down in the dirt as they could possibly go, probing the depths of the earth shamelessly. The entranced dryad was clearly as close as he could possibly get without actually getting off.

"Drink me..."

Not having left the grove in as long as he had, he didn't even remember what a normal shower felt like. He had little reason to miss it, it was easy for him to tell himself. After all, how good could it comparatively feel to have water going through you that didn't feel and enjoy the experience every bit as much as you did, lovingly caressing your every interstice on its way down, when that was what you'd grown used to over the passage of time?

His visitor was going right through him, and that unmistakable feeling was gathering in the pit of his stomach informing him that, having absorbed as much water as he did with the wild abandon he just had, there was going to be no way to get around the fact that he was going to have to relieve himself, and fast. Fortunately still endowed to do so in spite of the rest of his rooted spidery lower body, the snake-man came down from his high enough to regain the necessary coherence to grab ahold of his half-hardening hose and aim it where he wanted it to go in time just before he lost control. Then it became too much for him, he could no longer hold back, his dam burst, and he shivered pleasurably again as he felt every drop of all the fluid he'd just drank through his skin and maw flow out of his spasmodic slit to form a large, slowly coalescing puddle on the ground in front of him, eventually coming back together to reform the progressively recognizable shape of a pretty otter's back.

"Way to make an entrance."

The visitor related to a lot of people in a lot of different ways, but in his line of work, while he did relate to some of his patients, his role as their therapist precluded his doing anything about it of the sort of what he was about to do about relating to the dryad the way he did. He didn't need to do very much analysis to have an idea of why the snake-man needed some cheering up every now and then, because they were so similar to the reasons for which he himself did. Fortunately in the context of his professionalism when cases of transference did occur, the dryad had never been one of the otter's patients at any point in time, because what the two caretakers needed more than therapy was to take care of each other, two wounded healers who understood each other healing... and, sometimes, wounding... each other, as they saw fit.

The eight roots the snake had spread into the ground around him fused into four underground, all of which continued their burrowing forward and upward to come back out of the ground in a square pattern around his visitor, wrapping themselves firmly around the therapist's wrists and ankles. So much time spent listening to people telling him all about their sex lives for hours on end, so much determination put into teaching them that it was one of the most important things in the world to learn to love their bodies and themselves... What sort of therapist should be listened to who wouldn't be willing to take his own advice about matters such as these, yes?

In spite of being otherwise immobilized, and even lifted up by his extremities so that his feet no longer touched the ground, the captive turned his neck looking back over his shoulder to see a wicked fanged smirk form under his captor's hypnotic glare behind him. A cultivated look of dismay is always considered good etiquette in circumstances such as these, the therapist carefully reminded himself with an excited grin plastered on his face nonetheless. He had terrible pokerface - no casual observer would've found his need to be rescued all that convincing for a second. Then again, the dryad had never made any secret of his satisfaction at knowing that his visitor's body was one he'd never need to worry about having to fix the way he did others either, the spider-taur thought to himself as he nonchalantly pulled an extendable vine out of the side of his neck.

*SNAP!*

A high-pitched yelp of pain escaped the otter's throat and his eyes went wide, still surprised by the abrupt intensity of it.

The second lash followed unceremoniously in its wake.

"AH!"

Eyes shut tight against the head rush, drinking in the pain that brought his every sense to life.

The third one left a mark.

'This man melting in my hands right now gives people psychological advice for a living', the snake chuckled to himself as his upper body fell into a merciless rhythm, unwavering in the reactions it never failed to elicit.

"MORE!" the otter cried out through the tears of sharp pain that streamed down his cheeks.

The dryad moved to start yet another swing, but of course, didn't finish it that time.

"... No, I think you've had enough."

A grunt in disbelieving frustration.

"I did not!"

The snake swung the vine in a circle on his side casually, as though unsure of what to do with it.

"Are you sure?"

The captive's tail stretched to its full length below him and the muscles of his immobilized limbs tensed up as he answered.

"YES!"

The captor tilted his head to the side in more feigned puzzlement.

"You want me to hurt you?"

The otter nodded in vigorous, if embarrassed, assent.

"Uh-huh..."

The dryad shrugged.

"If you insist."

So on he went, as the dangling strings of pre leaking out of his captive kept pooling at his feet.

"Huh?"

The vine had failed to reach its mark and, for a second, the confusion on his face was genuine.

"Gotcha!"

This time, the unrestrained grin on the otter's face was predatory, as his tail he'd wrapped around the vine on its way to his backside that time yanked on it, tugging at its base on the side of the snake-man's neck seamlessly transforming the whip for one into a leash for the other.

"My turn."

His arms and legs were still all tied up, but he could now move his captive captor's head around with his tail to bring it around and in front of him if he wanted to. The dryad's neck kept extending behind it to follow its movement as necessary like a rokuro-kubi with his spider legs still planted in the ground behind the suspended party to maintain his hold on him, but he had a lot less of a say in which direction that was than he would've otherwise, enough for it to matter. The otter first used his swift tail to bring the snake's head down to his suspended feet, felt the forked tongue flickering across his ankles, heels and insteps, wriggling his toes delightedly as it licked between each of them successively and sighing contentedly as he reveled in the caring attention that his brown-furred paws were currently receiving.

"Mmm..."

After a moment of this - he sort of lost track of time there for a minute - he felt a slightly different kind of tugging building up in his nether regions and his tail urgently pulled the dryad's head up from his feet to his crotch, unable to direct himself with his hands but thrusting his hips at the serpent's maw in a way which made it obvious what he wanted him to do. A second after a pleasured gasp escaped his furry muzzle as he was suddenly reminded of what it meant that the snake had no gag reflex, he was also reminded that he still had to take care of something else first, and for now tried to encourage the head to stay exactly where it was around him as he concentrated a little. Emptying his mind of distractions, giving in to the building pressure down below, clenching just the right muscles in his lower abdomen, the otter alleviated his steadily mounting concern and relaxed completely as he emptied his bladder down the dryad's throat, shivering happily as he filled that maw up good with his musky mustelid urine.

"Good plant."

A groan as the bitter taste took hold to bring that tingling sensation to his brain and chest.

"Come up here."

The otter yanked on the vine leash again to bring the snake's maw all the way up to his muzzle so he could make out with him furiously, drinking some of his own remaining pee back out of the reptile's mouth as he did, that overwhelming bitterness sending his mind out of this world. Without warning the spider-taur's head pulled from its extended state back to his shoulders in one fell swoop, yanking the vine-leash out of the brown-furred tail's grip on its way back as the four spider-roots around the captive's limbs lifted him up in the air to bring him above then behind the dryad before lowering the otter to the ground behind him. His spider leg-roots released the otter's limbs and he pulled them back down underground, toward himself then back up through the ground so they could reassemble into his earlier set of two scaly legs, which he promptly used to go down on his hands and knees facing away from his visitor, lifting and slowly waving his serpent tail from side to side expectantly.

"My turn now."

The otter didn't need to be told twice. He went down on his own knees behind the snake-man to spread his scaly cheeks wide open with his newly freed furred hands while the raised tail on his chest crept down to the small of his back. In one well-practiced motion, his length found its way all the way in, penetrating his rear with a single passionate thrust into him. Having just held the vine leash on the dryad's neck a moment before, the brown-furred tail now went down on their side by their hips, its flexible tip wrapping itself around the snake's shaft to stroke it with the same rhythm as the otter humping him.

"Ohh, that's so good..."

Four spider legs sprouted from the dryad's flanks and as the otter bent forward between them to press his chest down onto the snake's back, they morphed into vines reaching from the sides they were on over him to tie themselves back down on the opposite sides of him. They kept him chest to back, strapped down with his arms wrapped around the dryad's chest as he fucked his ass, knowing fully well that the snake wouldn't release him of his own accord until he'd made him come in exchange for his freedom. The serpent's tail found its way down around the furred tail to bury its scaly tip under it right into the topping mammal's exposed pucker.

"Whoa!"

And the otter's eyes went wide. Even with as much buildup as there'd been, he'd expected that he'd be able to draw things out a little longer still, but the bottoming dryad knew all of his secret weak spots, and exploited them relentlessly.

"You like that, don't you?"

With the snake's tail now tickling his prostate insistently, in addition to his scaly butt shut so tightly around his pent up otter cock sliding so slickly in and out of it sending waves of pleasure through his entire body, the frenzied mammal liked his chances of holding back less and less with every passing second. The more the tail tip slithered in and out of him, the more he clamped his ass down around it, the more his otter butt clenched, the harder he became. The more of a boner he got, the more frantically he humped him, and the faster he drove his length in and out of the reptile's rear to the hilt, the more the scaly tail slipped into his furred rump every time he moved back on it, locking him in a cycle that kept building on itself toward an ever increasingly inescapable finale.

It was only a matter of time.

"Aww yeah! Aw..."

Since they seemed to be getting close together this time, there was barely enough time for him to try one final thing, if he could time it just right...

"I'm almost there!"

It was only going to be a matter of making sure to wait until just a split second after his orgasm hit, so his cock would've still been turbocharging the dryad's orgasm by pushing against his prostate when it started, then of making sure to do everything as fast as possible after that so there'd still be enough time left before it'd be over to...

"Oh, I'm gonna cum, OH...!"

He felt the snake's rump squeeze tightly around his length and the scaly cock twitch as his furry tail continued its ministrations on it well beyond the point of no return. After a quick nibble to the back of the serpent's neck, as the dryad's first spurt hit the ground and right after squirting his own first shot of semen in his ass, the otter put his plan in motion. The snake felt him melting on top of him all over again, sliding down his sides in liquid form to retake his shape facing down under him, combining the tingling cooling sensation from earlier with the throes of his ongoing ejaculation to mind-blowing effect. The otter started with his upper body followed by his legs before his tail and cock joined them last of all, the idea being that the tail could keep stroking the dryad and that the shaft could keep pounding his ass for two or three more shared spurts while the rest of his body rushed to precede them below.

"UNNGGGHHHH...!"

About halfway through his peak, the otter was no longer on top of him but below him facing down, tail out of the way and cheeks spread, the snake's chest pressed down against the mammal's back now. Understanding in a flash that he couldn't afford to hesitate for a split-second, the dryad quickly thrust his own shaft forward to drive it in as deep as he could, ambitiously humping his visitor yet a few more times even while he was still finishing ejaculating into the otter's butt. Having only shot the first half of his load into the snake's ass before he'd finished melting and reforming himself, the otter felt the pleasure his orgasm was bringing him exponentially enhanced as his prostate felt the dryad's twitching length suddenly pressing against it as it finished pumping the rest of its warm seed deep inside him. The rest of his own mammal spunk finished shooting out of his penis on the ground under him like it was being fired out of some kind of souped up semen cannon grazing his face on its way past him.

"Ahhh..."

They collapsed in each other's arms in a satisfied heap, thoroughly spent, on the forest floor.

"We're made for each other..."