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The Serpent of Altair Lake

By Rix Writes

For Waspz and Vel

1. Private Plans

Dear Val,

I know writing this stuff on paper's a little strange, but out here at Altair Lake, it sort of feels like I've been transported a century into the past. It feels fitting to write by hand and send it out snail mail when I head to town next week. It's peaceful here. The lake is huge, and except for the docks connected to the lodge, there's not a single building in sight on the shore. Just Golden Ears mountain rising up on the other side of the lake, and trees of every kind as far as the eye can see. Sometimes in the morning when you sit on the dock before everyone wakes up, it's like you're the only person in the entire world.

Apparently the resort is part of some old wilderness trust that has existed for almost two centuries. No loud music, no ostentatious displays of obscene wealth like the royals back in the old country. It feels simpler here. Everyone that worked here was really the kind of people I quite enjoy spending company with. Simple and friendly and no pretense at all. I even met this really cute tiger that I'm going to try and keep contact with. It was so cute, he kept calling me 'miss' and mistaking me for a girl for the first week of my training.

Honestly, you might hate it here after a few days, so it's probably better you're only going to stay a week. There's not much to do other than relax, especially since their tourist season ended. And no, I don't think making a few of your films here would be a good idea even if nobody would ever know. Don't you dare say you didn't immediately think of it. You'd love to get some cute little twink boi and have him worship you on the dock before you rut him silly with cameras running. I remember you saying once that outdoor scenes were so rare. It's not happening here! So there! Still, maybe we COULD do a couple photo shoots, just you and me.

So, this morning, with the place all empty, all the cabins cleaned and campsites cleared out, I'm going to do something I've been waiting to do since I started here. It was that tiger who actually said it was something I should do if I had the chance. At the crack of dawn I'm going to go out on a rowboat to the middle of the lake where there's this teensy little island that's more like a giant rock sticking out of the water. And I'm going to strip and lay out under the sky. And paw myself off right out in the open. He said it was something that felt freeing, like nothing else. So I just have to try.

Love you, sis.

Can't wait to see you next week.

Vel

Sometimes, luck had a way of spoiling plans in the most spectacular of fashions. Meticulously plans fail to come to fruition and veer off in entirely unexpected ways that, in retrospect, one should have really foreseen. The morning that Vel intended to go out on the lake in the old but sturdily made wooden rowboat was not that sort of time, however.

As the rat climbed into the rowboat from the old dock that was the only manmade structure that jutted out into the waters of Altair Lake, he took a few moments to steady himself before he sat down on the long plank that was the only real seat available. For a moment he considered the life jacket stowed under the plank and then put it on. He felt a little ridiculous in the bulky, bright orange garment, but until he was moored to the little island at the centre of the lake, it was probably a good idea to wear it. He tugged his long black hair out from under the life jacket, grumbling to himself about how it had trapped the luxuriant tresses for a moment.

Taking a few moments to look back at the huge wooden lodge that served as the dining hall and comfort lounge for the little resort, he grinned. Aside from the lapping of the water against the hull of the boat and the dock beside it, the entire place seemed completely quiet. All around the lodge rose tall redwoods interspersed with a few stands of oak, their leaves and needles a vibrant green blanket that covered the sloping hills all around. Until yesterday there had almost always been a few vehicles parked in the small lot in front of the lodge, but the only one left was the solid old pickup truck that belonged to the resort, with Vel's own hatchback left in the garage. He'd been worried at first that he'd feel too isolated with the resort completely empty, but as he took in the sights, smells and sounds of the world around him, he knew that worry had been for nothing.

He still wasn't sure how he'd managed to get the job as the resort's caretaker for the winter season. He didn't seem the rugged individualist type that would be needed for it, really. He was a little plump and had the sort of curves that some women that he knew envied, to the point that if he dressed just right he was often assumed to be female right up until he started speaking. Indeed, with the way he'd had his hair in a high ponytail and the blouse he'd worn, the old and grizzled bear that had conducted the interview had started out by calling him 'Miss Valentine'. Vel was still not sure which had been more amusing, that or the sputtering apology that had followed afterwards. The interview had been mystifyingly strange, and the questions that the bear had asked had seemed to have little to do with Vel's capabilities. Oh, he'd been sure to make sure that Vel wouldn't go stir crazy alone in the three months that the resort would be closed, but that had been the extent of it. Despite the strangeness of it all, the moment the interview had concluded, the bear had smiled and held out his hand to congratulate Vel. When asked why, the bear had just given the rat a knowing look and said, "You got the right look about you, sonny. You've got good references, and there's something that tells me you're just what Altair needs. If this season goes well for you, we'll extend the offer for more seasons."

As Vel dipped the oars of the rowboat into the water and pushed off from the dock, he shook his head. He'd known a few people like the bear, who seemed to just know the character of someone after talking with them for fifteen minutes or so. Over the next couple weeks, he'd not seen the bear again, and had been surprised to find out from the resort staff that the bear was part of the family overseeing the Altair Lake trust. "Didn't even ask me any questions about the job," Vel murmured as the rowboat drew farther and farther away from the dock. Still, he was happy to try something new and different, and the caretaker position had certainly been just that.

When he was about halfway to the middle of the lake, the sun peeked out over the top of Golden Ears mountain, bathing him in its direct light and immediately starting to warm his soft white fur. The sensation was divine, and he paused for a moment to let that heat warm him in the faint chill of the early morning before resuming his journey. It was probably one of the most peaceful and beautiful places he'd ever been to in his entire life.

His thoughts drifted to his sister, of the times they'd spent together, and he felt himself smiling. Their relationship was special, one that he knew many others wouldn't approve of, but it was intimate and important to him in ways he couldn't explain. In all the world, she was one of the only ones that he trusted to know every single one of his secrets, and he knew she felt the same way. He couldn't wait to do this with her, bring her out on the lake and lay in the rowboat together under the wide open sky, with not a soul around to disturb them. He felt his cock plumping up a little and starting to grow stiff, but he just kept on rowing. Once he was safely moored at the rock in the centre of the lake, he could attend to it.

Vel settled into the rhythm of rowing and let his thoughts wander until, finally, the prow of the rowboat gently butted up against the rock of the tiny island. Really, as he looked at it, he didn't think it was an island at all, but a smooth spire of granite that jutted up from the lake floor. He leaned over the side of the rowboat to see if the bottom of the lake was visible, but even with the clarity of the water, the spire just widened slightly and descended into darkness. He saw silver and golden flashes of fish darting about under the water and chuckled. Those fish were the reason that someone had driven a spike connected to an iron ring into the side of the spire just above the water line. Being able to tie the boat off to that ring, a fisherman would be able to put all of his attention to his chosen craft.

He had to be almost half a mile from the docks by his reckoning, and he sat there, looking all around him. It was so easy to believe, with the resort just a small blemish on the beautiful wilderness all around him and the calm waters beneath, that he was the only person in the entire world. For the next four months, he would be able to claim this perfect place as his, and his alone.

He'd worn only shorts and a t-shirt underneath his life jacket, and once he'd had all three off, he laid there and felt the sun warming his fur even more. Little of the morning's chill was left in the air now, and he just paused for a few moments before sitting in the bottom of the rowboat, legs splayed out, his long, pink and furless tail draped over the bench seat opposite him. He gently stroked his cock, teasing at the heavier nuts beneath it. Like many rats, the pouch of flesh held two large testicles, and he liked to think that what he had was impressive for even his own species.

He let his mind wander, first picturing what the cute tiger might look like naked. He wondered if the tiger was a top or a bottom, but the fantasies that began to play in his head had him taking both. Though Vel often found himself playing the bottom for a lover, he did occasionally like burying himself under a tail or two. As he felt his cock growing stiffer, the flesh rising and the foreskin pulling back from the deep pink head beneath, he let out a low, pleased moan.

"MM, perhaps I should have brought a toy with me," he mused, not noticing that he'd let his accent slip a little, taking on a touch of the English accent from when he'd been young. It was the same accent that his sister had made an effort to keep even after years on the western hemisphere. Aware or not, he began to think of his sister, and the time she and he had taken another to bed. He'd honestly had his eyes set more on Val during that time. Though he didn't advertise it, he'd spent a few times with her in the past, and their relationship wasn't one he talked about only.

All the while as Vel thought of the tiger who had sent him out here, of his sister and her photo shoots, he began to slowly and languorously stroke his cock, which had grown to full mast. He revelled in the understanding of just how freeing it was to be doing this under the wide open sky, the boat rocking beneath him. Moment by moment, he felt himself steadily approaching the point of release. "Aw, Val, wish this was you here..." he breathed out, and his voice hitched all of a sudden. A shudder went through him, and he let out a delighted, squeaking gasp as his cock began to pulse little ropy streamers of pre all over his thinly-furred belly.

Panting excitedly, he laid back against the bench on the rowboat and let out a happy sigh. He made no effort to clean himself up, preferring to lay there under the soft warmth of the morning sun, while his spent shaft receded and shrank. In the hazy stupor of his afterglow, he wasn't even aware when he passed from conscious thought into a gentle sleep, rocked by the boat.

1. Monstrous Encounter

It couldn't have been more than a few minutes when Vel woke with the sun on his face, and immediately he knew something was wrong. The instinctive sense of alarm he felt caused him to snap from that half-dreaming state to full wakefulness in an instant. Something moving, slightly slick and wet, was moving across his lower legs, and he felt as much as heard a slithering sound beside him. For a few moments the rat couldn't figure out exactly what he was looking at. It was heavy and nearly as wide as his hips, its surface a pale yellow-green on the underside, and a splashy striped green of various shades on the side facing the sun. There must have been some sort of sleep-fog still on his brain as he tried to comprehend what it was, but a moment later, his hindbrain was screaming snake at him. With a startled, terrified squeal, he struggled out from underneath that thick body and tried to look everywhere at once.

Registering that it was much more than just that single slithering section of the creature's body in the boat almost instantly, with a few heavy coils of the body wrapping around the hull of the boat, the tail not visible, Vel, shaking visibly, turned to see just how much more of this creature he had to contend with.

What the now quite frightened rat saw was not a snake's head and long, straight body, but something entirely different and much stranger. Rising up from the coils of its body with a head almost twice the size of his own, the creature looked almost draconic in nature, with a much more pronounced snout over a frighteningly wide mouth. Its lips were the same pale yellow-green as its underbelly, with two whisker-like green extrusions sprouting from the chin. The head had a sea-green pointed fin-crest that came to a point right at the top, with two more long and thin crests that looked almost like horns. But most striking were the green-striped frills that fanned out from its skull near the back, coming to a point on level with the crest and curving downward past its jaw and underneath its head. The frills didn't quite give the impression of ears, but helped give the monstrous appearance something familiar to describe.

It had a long neck, and to his surprise, an actual slender torso of sorts, with two long arms ending in webbed hands. Hands, not feral paws, with disparate digits and opposable thumbs. With increasing alarm, Vel tried to estimate the size of the creature, and couldn't. All he knew was that what he was looking at was a monster out of nightmares. No, he realized, his stomach clenching in fear, not nightmares. This was a creature of campfire tales.

At least twice a week the resort would have a bonfire out on the wide expanse of green grass between the dock and the small parking lot in front of the lodge. Three separate times he'd heard stories of the great Serpent of Altair Lake, the mythical monster that had given the lake its name. Amused, he'd started asking for more stories, not because he'd believed them, but because they were entertaining and were so varied. The tales had all been ones of the storyteller's cousin, or their best friend who had seen the form of something huge deep in the water, or the great undulating body rising up over the waves. None had ever really seen the whole creature, and as such had no idea what it really looked like. As with so many local legends, this Altair had never been photographed, though some had tried to draw the thing. With a gulp, Vel couldn't help but think that none of the interpretations of the myth had gotten a single thing correct, except for the sheer size.

His heart beating so fast and hard that he could almost believe it was trying to break out from the cage of bone and flesh that contained it, Vel recalled that at least some of the stories he'd been told were ones where those who encountered it or hunted it were never seen again. With a sense of pure dread, he looked up to Altair's monstrous visage to see its mouth open to reveal a multitude of dagger-like teeth and a long, serpentine tongue that hung out of its mouth. Vel was about to start screaming when he looked directly into the creature's eyes.

The scream died in Vel's throat as just a short, loud squeak. Those purple eyes were intense, slitted, but where one would expect to see the predatory gaze of a serpent looking down at its meal, he saw something entirely unexpected. The way it looked at him was not with hunger, but a gentle curiosity and something else that Vel couldn't quite identify at first, because he'd been lucky enough to never really feel it in his life. For one who relied as much on his own expression and his face for much of his communication, he could tell that Altair could only use his eyes. And those eyes told Vel under no circumstances whatsoever that he wasn't in any danger at all, because though it had taken him a moment to interpret it, he knew what lingered behind the curiosity. This creature, this Altair, was lonely.

Turning himself fully around to face the serpent, Vel reached a trembling hand up to touch the side of Altair's snout. If somehow he'd misinterpreted what he'd seen in the serpent's eyes, this could be a fatal mistake, but Vel did it anyway. When Altair moved its head, Vel felt a momentary flash of fear that this was the point that it would strike, but it simply pressed that snout against the soft pink fingerpads, tongue flicking out to curl around Vel's wrist for a moment. "You're Altair, aren't you?" Vel said softly, a little bit of wonder in his voice, his gaze never moving from the serpent's eyes. The widening of the serpent's eyes and the recognition of the name was plain, and with that Vel knew that every legend, every sighting of the mythical 'Serpent of Altair Lake' had been real. Hundreds of years, maybe more, it had been here, rarely revealing itself to anyone. The deep loneliness that was in those expressive eyes was understandable, and it had chosen to show itself to Vel. Not a glimpse, but every part of him, in the bright light of day.

Altair's skin was slick, and the underside of its chin was soft and pebbled, and, moving his head closer, he could see that the texture was caused by hundreds of minuscule scales. This close, Vel drew in subtle scents of sea salt and a not-unpleasant fishy aroma. It was a little strange to smell those things, for the first was a scent of the ocean, not the huge freshwater lake that the serpent seemed to call home. He looked back to those eyes and smiled, pressing his nose to Altair's snout after pulling his hand away. That serpentine tongue drew up under Vel's chin and right up the side of his head, drawing out a sputtering giggle. "Hey, come on, you're not a dog, you're a... I don't know what."

The amusement in Altair's eyes was evident, and they suddenly narrowed with a mischievous glint. Before he knew it, the monstrous serpent was moving, its coils undulating and bucking a little, all while somehow keeping the boat steady in its place. With a startled cry, Vel was put off balance and fell back against the serpent's coils. They felt a little rougher, but not at all unpleasant, and they had been warmed by the sun. Curiously, when Vel looked to the side, he saw a spot with four long fin-like extrusions around a fleshy labia-like slit in the soft-scaled flesh of Altair's underbelly. Still, he knew, that didn't necessarily mean that it was a female.

The distraction of seeing that genital slit had made Vel blush all the same, and he finally remembered that he was still completely nude. Despite not being overly shy, it was still a bit embarrassing to be seen naked by another thinking being without meaning to. Altair moved its head down with a sinuous, graceful motion, and he felt breath on his spent cock. Oh god. I didn't clean up my mess! was the rat's first thought, though next was that he having the creature's head this close should be terrifying, given its size. And yet, he felt no fear now, just a curious, excite wonder. A moment later, Altair did something that Vel could never have predicted. The long, serpentine tongue that had just slickened the fur on his chin and cheek flashed out and drew across his belly and penis.

"Ohhhmyfuck..." Vel groaned, completely caught off guard. The tongue lapped at his belly and then his lightly-furred sack and his shaft, over and over, drawing out surprised but happy little squeaks. It wasn't long before he felt himself stiffening again, the soft flesh growing rigid. It didn't take long at all before he was as hard as he had been while masturbating. Altair's massive head pulled back a little and his eyes met Vel's own again even as that huge maw filled with sharp teeth opened and the long tongue kept stroking along the rat's cock.

As Altair's tongue curled around his shaft, the tip flicking at the underside of his glans, Vel leaned back and groaned, his hips rocking slightly against the undulation and squeezing of the creature's tongue. Slick saliva guided the skilled organ so that it felt as tight as any mouth or rear. He could read elation and excitement in Altair's gaze, and wondered that they were so expressive. But, of course, when one was like Altair, those eyes and its actions were the only real communication possible. He knew with absolute certainty that despite having that tooth-lined maw, itself part of a head bigger than Vel's torso, only half a metre from his body, he was in no danger. Letting his sounds of pleasure spill from his lips shamelessly, the rat accepted the gift that Altair had offered.

All of a sudden, there was a soft, wet sound nearby, and Altair's scent grew heavier and stronger, underlaid by something primal and musky. Vel broke eye contact with Altair and turned to see that any question of the creature's sex had been answered. From the supposed genital slit, a pale, tapered, fleshy pink shaft had emerged. It was only a few centimetres across at the tip, with a surprisingly wide and flexible-looking hole in the middle that drooled a thick, slick milky substance, Altair's cock was huge, almost three-quarters of a metre in length and as thick as Vel's hip at the base. It seemed to be able to move independently, the length curling and undulating like Altair's tongue. "ohhh..." Vel breathed, temporarily distracted from the ministrations of Altair's tongue.

Knowing it was only fair that he try to give Altair some pleasure of his own in return, Vel turned his body slightly to let himself reach out and place both of his hands on either side of the serpent's cock. The flesh was cool, but not cold, and it was incredibly smooth and slick. As he gripped it as best as he could and began to stroke, Altair paused the motions of his tongue and a twitching shudder ran through every inch of his serpentine body.

Vel had always known that desire didn't need words to be expressed and explored, but never before had he understood how true that was until that point. With his hands gliding up and down the length of Altair's cock, he could feel the massive serpent's coils twitch and pulse beneath and all around him. Even as he explored every bit of the shaft, it curled and twisted in his hands, showing the rat just how flexible it was. He leaned his head in and drew in a breath of that intense musky scent, letting it fill all the remaining awareness he had that wasn't taken up in Altair's own attention to Vel's own rigid spire.

Altair's tongue, still curled around Vel's cock, slithered down further, and the serpent seemed to appreciate the heft and weight of the rat's balls. Each of them was quite large, easily thrice the size of Vel's penis when he was soft, and still visibly larger even when he was as hard as he was then. The feeling of the strong muscle playing across the soft and sensitive skin of his scrotum, cradling and lightly squeezing each of his nuts within with surprising delicacy, was so intense that Vel began to let out loud little squeaking moans. If he hadn't been so completely alone, those echoing sounds would have been embarrassing, likely to be heard at the nearest shore of the lake.

All of a sudden, that tongue withdrew, drawing out a confused and dismayed sort of sound from Vel. Altair's massive head moved close to his own, his snout bumping against Vel's cheek. Confused, the rat met the serpent's gaze. Surprisingly, the tooth-lined maw that was mere centimetres from his head didn't inspire even a moment's worth of fear. The expression of almost bashful concern in Altair's violet gaze was so plain that Vel began to laugh just a little. "No," he huffed, pausing the stroking of the serpent's shaft for a moment, "You're not hurting me. I'm okay. It feels good."

Vel couldn't know if his words were understood or if it was his tone, laced with desire and affection, that reassured Altair, but before long that tongue, dripping with slick saliva, once again wrapped around the rat's prick. He couldn't help but feel a blush rising in him, that the serpent would care so much that he'd stop if he thought Vel wasn't comfortable. Soon, the sounds of squeaking moans pealed from him as Altair's tongue subtly squeezed a little tighter.

The serpent's own shaft curled and twitched, pressing against Vel's cheek as if to remind the rat that he had been in the middle of something. Between his squeaking moans, Vel giggled and obliged Altair. The squirming, flexible organ was a delight to feel on the rat's sensitive fingerpads, and the tip, so close to his mouth, dribbled with a thick, slippery sort of pre. There wasn't a moment's hesitation in the rat when he had the impulse to wrap his lips around that pointed tip and take in as much as he could.

Again, Altair shuddered, though there was no accompanying thrusting motion. The taste was as heavy as Vel had imagined it would be, that salty musky scent filling his mouth. It was strange to have that undulating and squirming thing in his mouth, and it only grew more animated as he tried to curl his own tongue around it. That tongue found a long slit on the underside of that tip, and he explore that opening with it, causing more shudders from the serpent. His own pleasure rising, Vel started to rock his hips enthusiastically against the serpent's tongue, losing himself completely in the experience of sharing his body with this most unique of lovers.

For a while, the only sound that could be heard other than wet slurps and muffled moans of pleasure was the lapping of waves and the gentle thunk of the boat's prow butting up against the rocky little spire it was attached to. Time seemed to lose any meaning for Vel. Moment after moment, he was getting closer to his peak, though it was much harder to reach, having recently spilled his seed.

There had been a subtle but deep huffing grunt coming from Altair for some time, and suddenly it deepened. A shuddering groan came from the serpent, so powerful that Vel could feel it in his bones. Without warning, the serpent tugged his cock from out of Vel's mouth with such a sudden motion that all Vel could do was actually try to grab at it out of sheer instinct. The serpent's tongue went still and another bone-deep shudder went through his coils. The serpent let out a long, low groan, and warm, viscous gushes of what he had to assume was Altair's seed sprayed from that long opening. The volume wasn't enough that Vel would have been drowned by it, and so he wondered in his hazy pleasure why Altair had pulled his cock out.

The answer came only a few seconds later, when he felt the base of the serpent's cock swell a little. Rapt with fascination, the need to reach his peak all but forgotten in that moment, he watched an ovoid bulge travel up the underside of Altair's cock, with another only seconds behind it. "Oh wow," Vel breathed as he watched them travel up Altair's length. They were each roughly the size of a tennis ball, and just as the first distended the slit at the tip, he saw another coming up.

The serpent's egg spilled onto his coils with a lewd plop, accompanied by a gush of that semen-like fluid behind it. The serpent was almost rigidly still now, and as Vel watched, one after another, the serpent spilled five of the eggs onto his coils. Without thinking, Vel reached down to pick one up, marvelling at the pliant, squishy texture. It was pinkish and somewhat translucent, with something darker within.

The sound that came from Altair as the last of those eggs was laid upon his scales was one that would haunt Vel for what he expected would be years. It was a keening sort of wail, if a wail could be deep and resonant, and it spoke of a deep sorrow, one that spanned untold years. Altair had to be ancient, Vel realized, with stories of him for centuries and beyond. As he turned to meet the serpent's gaze, he saw a regret and desire in them that made the rat's heart ache.

A memory came to Vel then, of his interview with the old bear and the calm reassurance he'd offered the rat. There's something that tells me you're just what Altair needs. Vel understood in that moment that his interview, with its casual feeling and all the seeming innocuous questions hadn't told the bear whether or not he could handle the caretaker position. At the time, it had been confusing. But it had all been a way to see just what kind of person Vel was at his core. The empathy, sensitivity and almost reckless adventurousness that had led to the unusual relationship Vel had with his sister was, indeed, just what Altair needed. He just hadn't realized just how literal that statement had been.

1. Taking it on Faith

The sight of the little transparent ovoid shapes on Altair's scales filled Vel with a strange sort of regret that he couldn't quite put to words. He almost reached out to touch one of the eggs, but before he could, a massive, green, webbed hand reached down and picked it up. Vel turned his head to peer at Altair as he studied the egg for a few moments. There was a nearly ceremonial air as Altair pressed his snout to the egg and dropped it off the side of the boat. The pained, low sound he made as he did so made Vel's eyes water.

Mutely, Vel watched as Altair did the same with each of the eggs, his feeling of disquiet growing every time one of them sank into the cold waters. No matter what you were, there had to be a desire to carry on your legacy, to bring your own young into this world. He wondered how long it had been since Altair had lain those eggs somewhere that they would grow. Years? Decades? Centuries?

Not thinking, letting his heart guide him, Vel climbed across Altair's coils to his torso. He reached out and touched one of the 'ear' frills gently. The serpent flinched and turned his head to face Vel. "Oh, you poor, beautiful thing..." Vel said when their eyes met. He could see the loneliness there, a nearly tangible thing so deep that it spoke of oceans. Those same words that the old bear had spoken came again to the surface of the rat's thoughts. There's something that tells me you're just what Altair needs.

Vel had taken his sister's hand once, right on video. It had been an intense and strange experience for him, but he'd trained himself to take larger things because it was just fun. If he'd had Altair's cock under his tail, it would have hurt to have the eggs laid there, but something about the idea felt right. As he reached his other hand out to touch Altair's jaw, he searched those deep violet liquid pools. No words were exchanged in that moment, but there was an understanding that Vel and Altair shared in that instant of connection that didn't need any verbal communication.

One of Altair's hands mimicked Vel's motion and stroked his jaw affectionately. The rat grinned and nodded his head, trusting that the gesture would be understood. Soon, that hand lowered and gripped at Vel's thighs. The other hand joined it, and soon Vel felt himself lifted into the air as Altair undulated and shifted his position, forming a bed of his coils. To the rat's surprise, Altair's massive bulk didn't rock the boat in the least. After a few moments, Vel was laid down, straddling a spot just above the serpent's spent shaft. It had begun to firm up again in anticipation of being put somewhere it was meant to go, but the serpent made no attempt to stimulate himself whatsoever, leaving Vel to make the first move.

Vel felt the smallest lump of frightened uncertainty form in his belly. He had no idea how the eggs would grow, what they would do to him. Realistically, he had no assurance that he would even survive whatever process was involved in their incubation. What if he was simply not built to be what Altair needed, and it hurt him... or worse?

After a few moments, though, Vel shook his head. His heart hadn't guided him wrong before, and his intuition proved true far often than it didn't. He didn't really think that Altair wanted something that would cause him harm. What was coming was a gift that Vel suspected few had ever been given in the centuries that Altair had lived. He'd never imagined himself even able to carry someone's young. For all his deliberate femininity, he was male, and so he'd never thought it something possible.

"Okay..." Vel murmured, more to himself than to Altair, and craned his head back to meet Altair's gaze one more time. He smiled encouragingly and then laid his hands on the serpent's shaft, stroking it gently, his hands gliding up and down the slick shaft. All at once, the length twitched and flexed, the tip curling slightly. The coils beneath Vel shifted even more, and Altair's hands held his wide hips tightly. The serpent's snout came down to touch Vel's nose as he lifted the rat up effortlessly.

Vel's breath caught as he felt the tip of Altair's shaft squirm and slap against the thinner fur of his rump. His tail curled around the base of Altair's cock, the tip resting against one of the fin-like frills around it. Almost immediately he felt his own hardness rising again, the rounded head actually thicker than the very tip of Altair's. The moment before penetration was one of the things he loved most when with a new lover, and the serpent certainly counted as that now, if not more.

As the tip of Altair's cock nestled itself against the tight ring of muscle beneath Vel's tail, his tongue, somehow still tasting of the rat's pre, slipped out and slathered Vel's cheeks in saliva. The serpent shuddered again before lowering Vel down onto the tapered shaft. The position, Vel realized, was one that would normally be difficult, but the fact that the serpent's cock was able to move on its own made it so much easier. The tip of Altair's cock, as slick and slippery as any sort of lube that Vel had ever used, pressed into him effortlessly.

Vel groaned as Altair spread his rear open, the gently widening shaft smoother than anything he'd ever taken before. He opened his mouth and took the serpent's tongue into it, suckling on it as if it were another cock itself. Sometimes when he was nervous, Vel would feel a bit of discomfort or ache at first, but there was none of that with Altair, and inch by inch the serpent spread the rat wider. There was no way that he'd take every bit of the massive, prehensile cock, but he knew he wanted to take what he could.

Vel gurgled and let out a muffled squeal when Altair undulated his tongue and pressed it farther into his mouth, teasing at the gag reflex that his sister had long since helped him get rid of. The taste was thick and heavy, but not as much as the heady scent that the serpent's lubrication provided. All that he could see now were those surprisingly expressive reptilian eyes. Within them Vel could see the affection and gratitude for what he was doing. He tried his best to say with his eyes what he certainly couldn't with his mouth, at least for the moment.

With Altair's huge, webbed hands cupping his rump and squeezing lightly, the serpent lowered Vel down more, pressing up at the same time. Vel groaned and gurgled with greater enthusiasm, and when that long tongue pulled out of the deepest kiss that the rat had ever had before, the sound resounded across the lake. A wicked gleam of mischief flashed in Altair's eyes, and for a moment Vel was confused, but then that prehensile shaft began to squirm inside him, pressing deliberately against his prostate through the thin barrier of flesh.

"Oh... oh holy..." Vel gasped, his eyes nearly crossing at the deep, thrumming wave of pleasure that rocked through his body. The next words that spilled from his lips were desperate and heartfelt, and carried a meaning far greater than any time he'd spoken them. "Breed me, Altair." Though Vel knew in his heart that the words weren't necessary, that the serpent could see his permission -no, his need- for it, they came anyway.

Altair obliged him with enthusiasm, and showed Vel just how powerful he really was when his coils undulated and he drew himself back only to slam into the rat's rear again. The tongue pressed into Vel's mouth again, and between his surprised cries and moans, the rat did his best to suckle on it. With each undulation of Altair's coils, the serpent was pressing his cock up against his lover's prostate. Vel's rigid cock drooled with mingled pre and prostatic fluid, and with the way it bounced up and down it spattered the fluid all over his belly and the serpent's coils between his legs.

For what felt like forever, and yet somehow not long enough, Altair rutted his new little mate, for that's what he was to be in the moment. Later, Vel would find that any on the shore would have been able to hear the sounds of pleased cries and wet slapping sounds, the reason why this had needed to wait until the resort had closed for the season. Vel's hands curled into little fists, resting against his belly, enjoying the intense pleasure of the breeding. He didn't even think to touch himself, and he suspected that it wasn't necessary. He was getting closer and closer to his peak by the twin sensations of the slapping of his cock against his belly and the constant rolling of his foreskin over the head of his cock brought on by the bouncing.

Altair's rutting suddenly grew more powerful, and Vel knew that it was almost time. His rear ached now, and he wondered if there was something in the lubrication that was muting it at least a little. He couldn't remember being pried open this wide without any pain. Then the moment was on them both, and Altair went still for a moment. The serpent's whole body shuddered, and the powerful roaring cry of triumph he trumpeted was muted when he again kissed Vel deeply.

Vel braced himself, and he felt a spray of warmth deep inside him, and then the first of the eggs came, stretching the serpent's shaft even wider. It hurt when it spread Vel's rear open that little bit more, but it wasn't any more intense than he'd felt before. The moment that swelling pressed up against his prostate though, was the moment his entire awareness was taken up by his own orgasm. Propelled by the sudden undulation of the serpent beneath, the little gushes of his own seed managed to coat his chest and belly, and even spattered on top of Altair's snout.

His cry muffled by the serpent's tongue, it continued as the second, then the third egg spread him open. The fourth of them was the last, accompanied by a gout of the serpent's own seed. Altair's coils shifted again, and he pulled out only a little. Dimly, as Vel stared into Altair's eyes, a deep sense of wonder and excitement came out as a joyous, bubbling laughter. The serpent laid back, making a bed of his body, and instead of holding the rat's rear, he held his webbed hands over Vel's belly. They stroked and touched gently, with a delicacy that surprised the rat. "I'll care for them until it's time," Vel whispered, his voice cracking a little, "I promise."

The two laid there for what had to be hours, just enjoying the closeness and pleasure of their coupling, until Vel drifted off into a deep sleep. Curiously enough, he thought he'd heard the sound of a truck just before his consciousness faded away.

***

When Vel woke, the boat was empty but for him, with Altair nowhere to be seen. For a moment the rat wondered if it had simply been a dream, especially since it seemed like he'd been cleaned up. His clothes were rumpled, but laid across the bench of the rowboat as he'd left them. Unless someone had come to him in his dreams and given him a firm rutting, though, there was no mistaking the gentle ache that he felt after an intense lovemaking. Nor could he mistake the feeling of surprising heaviness and fullness within him. No, it hadn't been a dream.

Vel slowly slipped his clothing back on, wondering just what was going to happen with the eggs that Altair had given him. How would his body handle them? What would they do to him? What did he need to do? And, most importantly, when would he see Altair again? Would he? With those questions on his mind, he untied the rowboat from the anchor point embedded in the rocky spire and began to make his way to shore.

Vel wasn't surprised to see the old bear sitting on the dock, waiting for him as casually as if nothing at all had happened. The faint memory of the sound of a pickup truck before he'd fallen asleep had obviously been the bear's return. He didn't say a single word as Vel tied the boat to the dock and climbed out, but when he saw the little swell in the rat's usually flat belly, his eyes went wide. "Oh... oh my..." the old bear rasped, his voice suddenly choked with emotion.

Vel looked down at the bear, who sat with his legs hanging over the side of the dock. "So. I'm just what Altair needed?" The bear just beamed at him and nodded before getting up and embracing Vel, albeit gingerly. "Alright, then. Tell me everything. Everything."

As the old bear took Vel's hand and led him toward the steps to the lodge, Vel glanced back behind him. His lips curled into a wide grin when he saw Altair's head poke up out of the water just beside the rowboat. Of course the serpent would follow as best as he could. After all, Vel carried Altair's legacy within him.