The Surprising Warmth of a Naga's Coils: Chapter 1: Kneipe Street
Story by sangheilinerd on SoFurry
A Naga goes to a bar in an effort to quench his undying lust. What he finds instead may be more than he bargained for. And most certainly more than he could have ever hoped for.
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So here's kind of an experiment at a fairly vanilla Naga story. I love Naga but I really cannot get behind many of the fetishes that always seem to come with. I don't mind some tf, vore, or muscles (to some extent), but Mind Control, latex, Master/Slave, BDSM and the like are a little too extreme for my liking. Anyways, I don't judge, but I wanted to write something for those of us who are a little more vanilla. So here's chapter one of a series, that I'm unsure how long it will be. Oh and expect more adult content soon.
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Rated Adult for future content.
He slithered into the bar, knowing he’d find what it was he was looking for here of all places. He weaved his way through the tables and fellow bargoers as he approached the bar. As he approached the bar, though, he was stopped by a rather burly looking wolf—probably pushing two meters and 85 kilos of pure, gym-aholic muscle—who had his hand on his chest. He was wearing night driving glasses and had headphones in. Damn, he thought, this is going to be harder than I thought. Racist fucking pigs.
He was a Naga, forty feet of scales and coils and eyes that, despite modern science and heavy PAs about it, most thought had the ability to hypnotize people. This was of course completely false. A Naga’s power lay in his mind. Naga were very capable psionics who could with very little difficulty suppress most anthros’ and humans’ wills. This and the fact that when the Psychic abilities activated caused chromatophores in the Naga’s large irises to pulsate between calming shades of aquamarine and goldenrod in a pattern which was unique to each Naga—like a fingerprint. Still some Nagas had a pattern which swirled much like a binaural hypno spiral. Which didn’t help matters.
The Naga opened its muzzle to speak and the wolf flinched away, “Mind telling me why you are toutssssssssshing me?” the Naga laughed internally at the flinching musclehead wolf.
“Sir, I was just going to ask to see your ID.”
“Ah, I ssssee, you totally weren’t going to tell me to leave the premissssssessssss?” The Naga replied, his tone dripping with extreme sarcasm as he handed the guardwolf his ID card. It listed his name—Richarde deVille Lawrence, his species—as if it weren’t obvious by looking at him, Rattler Naga, his eye color—golden. It had his scent on a little green circle in the bottom right hand corner, and it had an RFID tag in it which matched an RFID imbedded in his wrist. It also listed his age as thirty-one. “Sssssssatissssfied?”
The wolf took out an RFID tag reader and scanned his wrist and his ID. The light on top flashed green three times, “Now, I’m satisfied. I do apologize for the inconvenience, and this I swear on all that is holy has nothing to do with your lineage. I actually have to check everyone’s ID in here and my reader actually uses the numbers of tags I scanned that pass the age limit and aren’t on our banned list to track sales and volume. You’d be surprised by how many teenagers—human or otherwise—think they can just hand me a fake ID and have it pass the inspection. Anyway, have a nice evening, sir.”
Richarde had been reading the wolf’s mind the entire conversation, listening for the telltale signs of racism guiding the wolf’s actions and didn’t catch any hint of it. Damn, now I’m the asshole. Richarde thought. He slithered up to the bar and wrapped himself into the equivalent of a human sitting position onto a bar stool. As he sat down, the bartender sped by his seat calling a greeting of, “Be right with you sir.” Said bartender was a skittish hare. He had dusty grey fur and eyes blacker than the sky on a cloudless, starless night. He had a rather large black splotch on the tip of his right ear. He was on the skinnier side and yet muscles corded through his bare arms and a six-pack shone even through his fur.
Delicious. But that wasn’t what he was looking for tonight. Tonight, his quarry would not have fur, save for a small mop on the top of its head. And nourishment wasn’t his goal but relief. He’d gone without a bedmate for far too long. He’d always had a thing for mammals. Especially humans. And this bar was especially well known for its cross-species hookups.
The problem was, that most anthro-loving humes seemed to veer toward the more cute and cuddly furs, than the hard and jagged scales. Finding a willing—and he meant willing—mate had always been a problem, people were never themselves around him, always hyper-paranoid of him hypnotizing them. It was difficult. And it was becoming frustrating. Yet, Richarde was not a quitter. He had never been a quitter and he wasn’t about to start now. This was going to be the night that the Naga found his match.
As if the Universe was listening he felt a timid tap on his shoulder and a very meek, almost inaudible squeak of, “Uh…uhm…e…ex…cuse m…m…me s…s…ssir?”
Tasting the air, the Naga could smell the fact that said intruder was human (check), scared out of its wits (not-so-check), and probably had a tent pushing through his pants that could have put Everest to shame with its obviousness (definite check). He turned around and the sight that greeted his unblinking, slit-pupiled eyes was not exactly at whom he thought he’d be looking, but what a sight he beheld. The human was just shy of being a quarter under two meters and was probably around 75 kilos. Almost all muscle. “Yes, Human?” He asked while allowing the chromatophoes in his eyes to change to a cool blue.
Apparently instead of having the desired effect of calming the already frightened human it shocked him and made him stumble back. Having already begun uncoiling his tail, he raced his tail tip to catch the human and help him stand back up. “Careful human, we wouldn’t want you to bump your head.”
The human chuckled nervously as the Naga tasted the air again, the nervousness had seemed to overtake the arousal. He guessed he should try a different approach. He quickly put on a smile and held out his hand, keeping the blue tone to his eyes, he tried, “Name’s Rick, what’s yours?”
“I…it’s K…k…Kevin.” the man said shyly. It seemed that his nerves wouldn’t be calmed by conversation.
“How can I help you Kevin?” Richarde asked.
The human looked back to a table in a corner. Where Richarde caught a cetacean anthro giving his friend a shooing motion. And when he saw that Richarde had been watching he gave the Naga a rather flirty wink. The shy man mumbled something so low that the Naga’s ear holes couldn’t quite catch what he’d said.
“I’m sorry buddy, but you’re going to have to speak up.” Richarde admonished Kevin not unkindly.
“I…I have a…a thing for snakes. To the point of obsession. My jackhole of a roomie over there is pushing me to try out a fling with a Naga. He thinks that I might actually like sex with one.”
The Naga smiled. Labial movement was something he was really quite happy he’d inherited from the human “half” of his DNA. “Oh really…?”
Looks like he’d found his mark, “Yes. B…but I don’t do one night stands nor do I ever want to. I…I was hoping to ask you out on a date.”
“Shall we get out of here?” the Naga replied quickly.
“Wh…wha…?”
Again, the Naga smiled, “You and I are going to go watch a movie.” He grasped the human by his arm and drug the human out of the bar and into the night.