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Swinging Snakes Part 2

Leera and Ceylon both worked well as a couple because they were polar opposites in many ways. Leera was quiet and introverted, preferring to stay alone in her den. She preferred jungles and caves and swamps and other lowlands and confined spaces. Ceylon was a bit more outgoing, easily able to converse with random strangers and lend a paw to them when in need; he preferred open areas such as plains and mountains. She was the valley, he the mountains. She was cold blooded, he was warm blooded. She was scaled, he was furred and feathered.

It was like two halves of a puzzle, they fit together better than either would have expected, and their similarly tortured pasts both exposed a cruel past life before blossoming into their modern lives. In spite of their vast differences in tastes and preferences, they just couldn't help but love being together. When things in life were hectic, they could always return to the den, where the other would be waiting. They could cuddle and share the warmth, they could tell stories.

But like any mated pair, they often made compromises for the other. Leera's greatest compromise was to entertain Ceylon's idea of a unified world by playing as a worldwide ambassador, visiting far off lands to negotiate peace between nations at unease. This job was not pleasant for her at all, as lengthy travel was the domain of one who could fly, not exactly easy for those who live with their bellies on the ground, not their head in the clouds.

Ceylon expected this of her, and even though they shared a psychic link they'd fostered over the years, there were some things they still kept from one another. She could never dare to betray his trust and admiration by hating the thing that he felt so passionately for.

The truth was that she just didn't care enough about the people of the world to want to keep them from killing one another. Perhaps it was the flame of deep-rooted cruelty that she'd never quite extinguished inside her, but a large part of her actively wished for the demise of certain people. If she had her way, she'd manipulate the people of the world against each other to make more war for her amusement.

Luckily she was on vacation. She and Ceylon had decided they'd take a few months off from dedicating their lives to the betterment of others, and would instead just take a trip around the world, visiting mountains and caves and swamps and tundras and every other thing the world had to offer them. They would just be doing what pleased them, not what was better for others.

However, Leera's idea of happiness wasn't the same as Ceylon's. She wanted to be left home, alone. Her idea of a good time was to remain in her den and entertain guests. Maybe play some tricks on the locals from the depths and the shadows. Darkness was her friend, even though she was told she had a gorgeous sheen when in the sun right after a shed. Still, she went with him. She was naturally reserved, hints of worry about scaring people still dancing through her thought process every time she entered a crowded marketplace. People used to hate her. People used to fear her. Enough years in the past and enough kilometers away from her homeland would ensure that nobody knew the things she was infamous for at one point in her history.

Eventually, She and Ceylon decided they'd separate for a few days, and enjoy two of the things that the other hated. She'd go visit the mud baths of the local marsh land, and he'd scale the mountain to enjoy the view from the lower summit of the range. It was a nice way to get apart for a while, but still keeping in touch. After all, if her knowledge of geography was proper and her understanding of Ceylon's powerful eyes, he would actually be able to see the swamp from his perch at the clifftop resort.

Still, it was time to be on her own, left to her thoughts. Perhaps if she let herself sink into the pit of the marsh, she'd be able to just let the coldness envelop her, and cover up her somewhat unpleasant confessions of resentment. It wasn't deep rooted or anything, she just really didn't care about world peace. It wasn't anything against Ceylon - she knew he was an absolute angel for how much he did care - but he cared enough for the two of them. It was just too much effort to travel, and she was cold-blooded, meaning her options were limited and the effort needed to maintain warmth via magic in the northern regions just wasn't worth it.

But this marsh was plenty to make her forget all that.

She followed the raised wooden pathway through the jungle until she made it to a large, open gash in the tree cover that looked like it might have once been a river bed run dry. It wasn't dry. Instead, it was slick and moist with wetness, and there were dozens upon dozens of patrons leaning against the banks of the mudhole, kicking their toes up out of it and rubbing it in between their digits. It was clear the mud was thick and mucky, but also deep and moist enough that people could practically swim in it, more like a bog than a marsh or a mudhole. Still, it was precisely what she was looking for.

There were quite a few other people all frolicking around, including families, kids, adults, elders, and adolescents. Dragons, reptiles, other snake-types, and even a few horses and one Nolse. She saw a red raptor with neck frills and mucked up feathers - well, she thought he was red, most of his body was covered in mud so he looked more like a brown raptor, but the few spots that emerged like bubbles in swiss cheese exposed him as red. He had a little mouse with goggles resting on his head, completely dry and clean even though that was the only part of the raptor that was protruding from the mud.

She also saw her fair share of dragons. One particularly vibrant specimen that caught her eye was a green and yellow dragon with Red and Blue markings and long, slick frills trailing his spine. He appeared to be alone, so she poked her head under the rail slithered over the side of the raised wooden pathway until her belly scales felt the sharp cold of the mud. It was remarkable how cold the mud would remain even in the dead heat of summer. That's one of the main reasons a mud bath is so nice to enjoy, a nice contrast to basking on a rock.

Sliding through the mud was quite easy for her, like a second nature. The cool, slick goop slid off her scales with ease, even though she kept her torso up and above the surface. As she looked back, she saw that when her body breached the top of the muck, all of it slid off her and left the scales clean as could be. Kind of a shame it didn't stick. If she had feathers or fur, this would be quite a mess. Instead, it was like floating in water, but with the coolness and texture of, well, mud.

Her eyes rolled back gently as the curves of her lips peeled up in a smile before spreading her arms out and flopping her chest into the mud. Content, she wiggled her body from front to back, completely submerging herself except her head and neck. Now buried in mud, she pushed off the goop to make her way towards the green and yellow dragon she saw earlier.

"Hi!" She chirped at him. It was somewhat odd to her, she never chirped. Evidently the mud was putting her in a better mood than she expected it would! The coolness pressed against her scales, and the gentle massages she was giving herself as she flexed her back muscles was quite pleasant.

The dragon didn't respond quite the same way she was expecting him to. "Uh, hi?" He seemed confused, almost as though he was shocked anyone would introduce themselves to him.

"So what brings you to Julion Swamp?" she asked, inching herself a bit closer to him, body still completely submerged in the mud, but showing clear distention of the surface to indicate she was slithering about and writhing happily.

He cocked his head to the side and raised an ear. "Just visiting, really. I heard it was nice. What about you?" He was looking down at her, not because he was larger than she was, but because he was leaning against the shore of the mudhole and only his legs and tail were buried in the mud, whereas her lower jaw was resting on the mud as she continued to undulate her body from one end to the other.

"Well, if you want the honest truth, I'm here with my mate. He wanted to visit the resort up on the mountain. I'm not too fond of high places, and he's not too fond of lowlands and swamps and marshes and bogs and other dirty places. So we decided we'd go our separate ways for a couple days and enjoy the things the other didn't enjoy." She had to stop herself from airing her passive resentment, as she was noticing a little too late that the mud bath was making her a little more loose lipped than she usually was. In fact, it was quite against her usual nature.

"Mate, huh? Sounds nice. I have a partner, but she's really not a mate. What's your mate like?" He leaned over and laid on his belly in the mud, crossing his front legs over each other as he wiggled to sink a bit deeper into the mud next to Leera's protruding head.

She brought her arms up and rested them on the semi-solid surface of the mud, laying her chin on her wrists as she flicked her tongue, hoping to gauge the dragon's demeanour beyond his words. "Well, he's a gryphon. Likes to fly. Likes to soar and be high in the mountains, but hates getting his feathers all mucked up. I like getting dirty." She brought a portion of her body up out of the mud and slapped at it, knocking the mess off it like she was mud-repellant. "See? I got scales, so the mud just slides off me. I don't stay dirty, and even if I do, I shed. Very different, we are. So what's your name?" she extended the hand she used to slap herself to him for a shake as her body submerged itself again.

The dragon nervously extended his now-dirty claw and shook her relatively huge hand. "The name's Dolus. And yours?"

"Leera Ssevarine." She hissed the 'S' in her last name a bit as she stuck her tongue out and smiled. "Pleased to meet you!"

He smiled back at her and bowed a bit before resting his talon back in the mud, wiggling his rump a bit to sink. Both remained quiet for a while, enjoying the scenery and the other patrons of the natural mud bath.

"So I heard that this place had a sort of special element in it that helps revitalize youth." Dolus commented, picking up some of the mud and letting it fall with a splat.

"Yeah. So I heard. Did a bit of reading about it. It's really nothing special, just slightly more acidic than most mud holes and marshes, so it eats away at the dead flesh and skin/scales to make your sheen even more shiny and wonderful. It works, but I could get the same effect by pouring some potions in any other bog anywhere in the world."

"How do you know that?" he asked, genuinely interested.

"Just some reading I did before I came here. Read a journal about how one guy managed to isolate the acidic component in a cream that the humans use for beauty products. It's a byproduct of many of the unique plants that can be found in the rainforest here. I was thinking about creating some of it myself, but I figured it would be cruel to take a viable business model away from someone else. Naw, I'm content visiting. Maybe I'll modify the marshland near my home to have a similar effect."

Dolus kept nodding intermittently as she rambled on, a smile growing on his mouth. Once she'd stopped, he laughed a bit. "You've got this worked out for yourself, don't you? Are you some sort of scientist?"

If Leera had the ability to blush, she would have. "Well, kind of. Magical researcher. I work with a team of magical scientists that are trying to unlock the secrets of ademane and its effects on the body and the world around us. I'm mostly just there for them to use their research on me, but I have learned a lot and know a lot about biology. That's my specialty."

"Biology? What do you do with biology? What's ademane?" he sidled up next to her and got in closer, interest growing with each passing moment.

"Well, right now we're trying to find a way to emulate Ceylon's transformational ability. He can actually change his appearance, gender, and formation. He can actually lose his wings entirely and regrow them at will. We've been able to emulate it with me and a few others, but it's quite limited. See, watch!" She cracked her neck a bit and lifted her torso up out of the mud, letting the mess slide off her so she was almost entirely clean aside from a few spots that remained on her shoulder and the back of her neck.

She bowed gently and laid her arms at her side, pressing them tight against her scales. A moment later, her shoulders thinned, and the scales next to her arms seemed to melt and shift, as though the muscles were spasming. A gash opened under each arm, spreading her scales open to expose pink flesh and muscle beneath, but this lasted for only a few seconds, as the gaping wound reached out and swallowed each of her arms and closed up around them.

There was another deep gurgling as he scales quivered and shuddered, her body slimming itself out and creating a more uniform snakelike body. Before long, she was just a few meters of snake body poking out of the mud, no torso, no chest, no shoulders. "See? This is what I used to look like before Ceylon helped me get the arms. Helps me out with daily tasks in civilized society. Hard to do science using only the very tip of your tail and your mouth."

Dolus's eyes remained trained on her form as the melting shift happened, utterly astounded. "I didn't even know that was possible! Where did your arms go? Are you okay? Did that hurt?" He paused to look around her to see the raptor and the mouse on his head also glancing intently at the snake that had just formed from a naga.

"The flesh and protein will melt and dissipate into my body , the bones will liquefy and grow on my other bones. It's quite complicated - which is why it's the one thing we're trying to do right now - but I assure you I'm fine. Used to hurt, but with enough concentration and spare energy, I can nullify the pain."

"That's kind of incredible!" His frills were standing on end and vibrating with excitement. "Do it again!"

Leera laughed and shifted her body again so only her head and few links of her neck were sticking out right beside him. She was careful to not let him know where the rest of her body was throughout the mud hole. She was a far larger creature than most, at over 20m long, so she had a lot of body to hide in the mud. "I could, but that'd take too much effort. I'm more comfortable in this form, anyway. Besides, regrowing limbs takes longer and more effort than re-absorbing them."

"Wait, you never told me what Ademane was! Is that something you use to morph and transform?" He sidled up next to her, completely ignoring the dozens of other patrons in the mud bath looking on with awe.

She ignored them, too. She'd seen enough people staring at her for her sheer size in the past, she didn't want to draw attention to herself. In fact, the attention was making her feel a little reclusive again, which in turn made her slink back into the mud with only her head sticking out and lower jaw resting on the mucky surface. "Well, I don't know how to describe it. Ademane is a chemical that courses through your body, it allows you to use electical impulses from your brain in order to remotely effect the elements around you."

Dolus' eyes were darting around, confused. "What?"

Leera didn't realize that this information was not common knowledge to people in most of the world, and that talking about impulses and neurons and the ademane system and glands and all that stuff would go over most people's heads. The research they were doing was well beyond the years of those who weren't privy to that information, and she often forgot that. "Well, it's just....it's research we're doing. We haven't released it to the public yet. Basically, Ademane is a fluid your body secretes that lets you do magic. Can you do magic?"

He nodded and smiled, understanding what she was trying to say. "Yep, a little bit! I can spray magma! Also can read minds a bit, communicate telepathically."

"Oh? Not a lot of people can do that. I can too! Tell me something telepathically!" Suddenly she had the interest to overcome her shyness again.

There was a pause as he closed his mouth and stared her in the eyes. "My name is Dolus." he said to her, without speaking a word.

She smiled and nodded, chuckling a bit. She responded in kind, not speaking a word. "Pleasure to meet you, Dolus." However, Leera had a devious streak inside her, and as soon as he opened his mind to her by communicating, she caught a glimpse at a few of his fantasies. Only a glimpse, but that was all she needed.

"The pleasure is all mine." He assured her, still telepathically.

But Leera had a sharp stab of pain in her heart as she realized that Dolus shared many interests with Ceylon. Perhaps his desires weren't as refined or aggressive as her mate's, but they had similar interests that satisfied her desires as well. He also was harboring a latent attraction to Leera, as she reminded him of someone close to him. Since she was not speaking aloud, she felt comfortable with her imminent proposition. "Tell me Dolus, what say you to exploring some caves. Alone?"

His eyes open wide as he wiggled his rump again, not sure how to respond to that. He was quite certain this was a proposition of types, but he wasn't the kind to just randomly ask such things of anyone, let alone strangers.

"I Take that as a yes. Follow me." A segment of her body prodded at his belly from beneath him and lifted him out of the mud. This took him by surprise, as he didn't even realize that the whole time they were talking, Leera had shifted most of her body in the lake of mud beneath him without him noticing. It was a deliberate attempt to flirt, and it was working.

The moment she'd propped him out of the mud, she darted up over the bank of the river bed that housed the Julion swamp, leaving a trail of mud as each and every drop of it slid off her scales, leaving her as dry and clean as she was when she first slithered her way into the pit. She pushed off roots and trees and bushes to disappear into an area a decent ways away from both the path and the mudhole before turning around to eagerly wait for Dolus to follow. She'd baited him, now she waited for him to bite.

Bite. The idea of him getting nippy with her was more than a little exciting. His coy playfulness and hidden desires were just too much like Ceylon, so she had intended to tease him and manipulate him into acting like her mate, if only for the afternoon. To her, it would be just the most wonderful to have a surrogate that shared the same desires as the one she'd grown to love, but also loved the mud and confined spaces as much as she did.

A few seconds later, she heard some rustling through the under brush as Dolus pushed his way towards her. The mud trail only lasted so long before she was out of mud to disperse, so she expected him to get lost. In order to guide him, she gave a powerful whistle - surprisingly hard to do with a serpentine windpipe trailing the underside of her maw.

There was a pause as Dolus took a moment or two to figure out where she was. A moment later, he burst through the underbrush into the small, moss-covered clearing that she'd chosen. There was almost a ring of trees around it, with underbush surrounding it while leaving the entire clearing - an almost bowl-shaped divot - covered in soft moss. There was a break in the trees above, letting light filter through the hazy, misty jungle air.

She immediately swung her body around the outer rim of the clearing and pressed her tail against his rump, pushing him in closer. She was still without arms, but she didn't need them. He was scooting along on his rump for a moment as she pushed, but then happily hopped forth until he was right next to her head, which was smiling and staring up at him while most of her body remained on the ground.

Tightly she coiled up her body around the two of them, her tail wrapping around his front talon like a vine growing around a pole. It was to hold him in place, but also to establish touch enough to get him to relax.

There was a long, drawn out hiss as she slid her body in closer to him, rubbing her cheek on his flank before pushing him onto his side. "Relax." She cooed at him. "You may be a telepath, but so am I and I know what you want. Trust me, resistance is futile, but trust me, I don't think you will mind." With him on his side, she swung her head around and flicked her tongue at him, nuzzling his frills before sliding her snout down his belly.

Before she even made it between his hind legs, she could see the glistening shaft of his poking out from between his belly scales. She flicked her tongue again to taste it, an action that made his back arch and wings spread in delight.

"Hhhhnnng!" He groaned at her, lifting a leg high and bucking his hips. "W-what made you want to..." he was cut off mid-sentence as her tongue flickered out again, slapping itself across his tip before retracting into her maw.

"Don't over think it, Dear. Jussst enjoy it, pleassse!" She nuzzled at him again, parting her lips ever so slightly to peck at his member. She was careful to retract her teeth, flattening them against her gum ridges; the last thing either of them wanted was for a slab of needles to puncture Dolus. She closed her eyes and slid her maw over its length, moaning gently as he bucked into her, exposing more and more of its length out into her maw.

She lacked the ability to suck like a mammal, but she did have intense muscle control and jaws that operated independent of one another, so she used that to her advantate by 'swallowing' his length, constricting her muscles around it, and undulating her throat muscles just the right amount. She was actually quite happy that he was enjoying it.

Dolus was enjoying himself quite thoroughly, as it had been a while since he'd been given oral like this. Usually his partner demanded he 'worship' her by going down on her.

Leera picked up on this, and positioned a portion of her body next to his head, hoping he'd maybe return the favor. Her vent was leaking fluids all over the moss-covered ground, and she was flexing her abdominal muscles to peel back the single ventral scale back and expose a slit of cherry pink. Hopefully, her sweet aroma would entice him to her opening. In fact, she knew he wanted a bit more than his tongue to slip into her.

Benefits of mind reading.

Almost instantly, Dolus leaned into her soft belly scales as his lower jaw quivered, his hips still idly grinding at Leera's snout. He could feel his cheek growing moist as he rubbed against her opening, the fluid smearing all over his face with every nuzzle. He brought his claws up to rub at either side of it, prompting the naga to reposition herself to let him have a bit more access.

"Yesss." she hissed at him, windpipe jutting out from the underside of his shaft. She used her snout to push gently at his belly scales, further urging him to press his own snout against her vent. IT seemed to be working, as with each of his thrusts, he kneaded at her belly scales and her tail to pry open her slit, nose rubbing into the slick, pink flesh.

His frills were flaring up and standing on end as he closed his eyes, imagining that womb of hers smothering him. He continued to rub against her opening as he fantasized, only to have her snout push at him a little bit harder. Almost like a test, he angled his head in such a way that he inserted his muzzle into her vent, instantly melting with delight, blowing a first stream of his seed into her maw.

He wasn't sure if he should continue, but the desire was still there to smother himself in her flesh, so he kept kneading at her and pushing a little bit harder until her scale slid over his eyes. He tried to open his maw and steal a taste of the soft, tender walls that were around him, surprised to see she stretched easily. Maybe she could do for him what Nikku did.

What Dolus didn't know, however, was that Leera was prodding into his mind deeper with each passing second. As he imagined being inside her, she pushed a little bit deeper. As he thought of Nikku, she tried to imitate her more forceful approach that she would take, only to scale it back and be a bit gentler. She wasn't as aggressive as his partner was. She knew he wanted to curl up in a womb, so she was happy to have him in hers.

Being able to read someone's deepest desires came in mighty handy, especially when trying to find triggers for a person's personal heaven.

Still, he continued to push and knead, not knowing this was precisely what Leera wanted of him. He was playing it safe, pushing in just a bit at a time to feel her opening stretch and slide over his skull and horns, only for him to back out a bit. He was unsure if she was able to accommodate him like Nikku could, even though she had a similar scent. The very tip of his snout remained within her, but that was all until he felt a flicking tongue tickling him up his flank, under his wing, and at the back of his neck.

"It's safe, I promissse. Go on, don't be ssshy." she cooed at him, flicking at his fins with her tongue before returning to between his hind legs to nip, nuzzle, and flick her tongue at the underside of his tail.

There was a surge of desire in Dolus, who quickly pushed at her belly, digging his hind legs into the ground to get better traction. He was astounded at just how easily her form stretched and distorted to fit him. His frills were on fire, twitching in delight as the flesh around him pressed against his form. It was like being in a cloud, tight but roomy at the same time. If he pressed out against the flesh, it stretched to fit him however he wanted it to. He could only imagine what it looked like outside.

In fact, it was like little hands were pressing out against a sheet. Leera could see prints of Dolus' hand inside her, wiggling its way up into her womb through her birth canal. She wasn't fond of such lewd words as 'pussy', but she was feeling rather promiscuous, so she whispered it to herself. "Yesss, let that pussy swallow you, Dolus. Go on, just.....hngh!" She knew he couldn't hear her, but it was nice to say, even if she had to stop mid-sentence as his snout slipped through her and pressed firmly against the opening to her womb. His wings were folded tight around his back, so her ventral scale was able to slide over them with ease.

She curled up her body tight, but was careful to relax her muscles in her back end where Dolus was still pushing into her. If she tensed up too much, she'd push him back out, and those horns and frills would not feel good being rubbed the wrong way. Instead, she curled her tail up tight and clenched at the base of it to force him in deeper.

With another well-aimed push accompanied by her tactical relaxation, she was able to slip the tip of her tail under and around his back limbs and force him inside. The pressure popped his muzzle through her cervix, and his entire body slid effortlessly into her, curling up in a ball in one, powerful lurch. All that remained was a bulge and the tip of his tail sticking out her back end. She used her tail to caress his fins before clenching her body tight around him, her form balling up in a mess of coils.

She could feel him shifting around inside her, trying to get comfortable in her womb. IT was a large womb, big enough to hold a dozen creatures the size of Dolus if need be, but it wasn't needed today. Just one. No need to stretch that far. She watched intently as he prodded and nuzzled about against her inner walls, tugging at his tail until it disappeared into her, eventually being slurped up through her cervix into her womb.

There was a clear ridge formed in her belly scales as his tail coiled up around him inside. A few moments later, she noticed that he'd stopped moving entirely. Under most circumstances, this would mean he ran out of air, but her walls secreted an oxygen rich fluid that would continue to fill her womb until he was practically floating in it. He could inhale this fluid and be fine. She'd done this before with Ceylon, and her womb was always hospitable and habitable, unlike her belly.

No, this was nice. There were a few deep-felt tickles as his fins continued to flex and massage her from inside, but even those stopped after a while. Content, she smiled and wiped her dripping vent against the mossy ground and slithered her way back to the path, incumbent dragon bulge clearly visible in her back end.

Part of her wanted to stay with Dolus and cuddle him in the clearing, but for now she wanted to go talk to Ceylon. The desires she had for him were very real, and Dolus' willingness to dive into her fleshy abyss reminded her of how much she loved doing that with him.

Down the wooden path she went until she finally made it back into town, where she met up with another naga - this one with white scales, dotted by purple and yellow stripes. For some reason she felt this naga was significant to her somehow. It wasn't until the two crossed paths that she recognized her from Dolus' fantasies. This was Nikku, the 'goddess' that Dolus worshipped!

With a sly grin on her face, she nodded approval to her, and broadcast - only to Nikku - the truth that Dolus was curled up and comfortably asleep in her womb.

In response, Nikku eyed her own bulge and pushed it towards Leera, who pressed her hand against a distended talon print that was pushing out against her ivory scales.

"Ceylon?" She asked Nikku.

"Yup. I See neither of the drakes stray far from their lovers." Nikko commented.

"What can I say, both of them have good taste." She leaned in close to Nikku and flicked her tongue at the naga, giving her an intense, seductive glare. Much to her surprise, Nikku responded in kind, bumping muzzles and flicking her tongue back as well, slapping both forked appendages against one another.

"Perhapsss we should acquaint them with each other...."