A Great Number of Guests, A Number of Great Guests
Done to commemorate reaching 20,000 hits on FA, this story is a fictional concept of what any single one of those visitors might have experienced in Amethystine's home. A second-person narrative, YOU are the visitor.
Author's note: I recently reached 20,000 pageviews on Fur Affinity, and this is what I did to commemorate the milestone. Enjoy!
Also: Contrary to what the tags say, this story contains M/You, not M/M or M/F specifically! This is because it's a second person story that uses the reader themselves in the narrative. Those tags were added because the site forces at least one to be used.
Disclaimer: This story contains sexual interactions of a somewhat unusual kind (Naga and ...you!), as well as egg-related content, so if you're a kid who shouldn't be reading this, or are more normal than I, and don't like that sort of thing, don't complain afterwards.
A Great Number of Guests, A Number of Great Guests - by An iMpartial obsErver To tHese mYSTerIous receNt evEnts
Over the years, Amethystine has had many a guest. People have come from all over the world to meet the pythonic producer and purveyor of powerful potions.. as well as the printer of partly poetic prose. He welcomes them into his home and has a nice little visit. He's hosted hundreds and hundreds of humanoids, an assemblage of anthros.. male, female and everything in between. Every one of them remembers having a wonderful time in the serpent's abode, although if you press for details, you won't get many at all.
You find this quite odd, indeed. Your friends, who have only just recently returned from the reptile's resting place, only seem to be able to describe their 'delightful host' and his home in the most maddeningly muddled manner manageable. So, you go to see the snake for yourself.
When you arrive at the tall, thin house, you barely have time to knock on the thick wooden door before it swings inward to reveal the large lamia. The reddish-brown naga isn't exactly as enormous as the exaggerations had led you to estimate, though. His upper body stands at the same height as yours, thanks to his flexible lower half, which you can see trailing off into the depths of the inviting interior of his home. Apparently able to follow your eyes, Amethystine slowly opens the door wider, allowing you to trace his considerable coils to their culmination. Just as you finish, he welcomes you to his home, using your name, as though you were wearing a nametag, or had called ahead. You had done neither.
Nevertheless, you need to know the naga's secrets, so you step inside. He closes the door behind you and curls himself through the space left by the shut door, his bare boidae body brushing against the back of your own.. and continuing to do so as he slithers the rest of his coils along, ever so subtly ushering you onward.. as well as teasing you with a tantalizing taste of his tough yet tender scaled skin. After a moment of letting the loops linger on your leg, you manage to move, following your host as he slips around a corner.. with a shiver running through your spine that you can't quite quantify as 'creeped', 'curious' or 'kink'.
Being led into a grand, partially glass-walled room, you find a formidable bit of flora. A tremendous tree takes up most of the space in the greenhouse-like chamber. Amethystine explains his arboreal (tree-dwelling) nature as you notice how upper levels of the house are exposed to the arbour area.. although railings keep the edges from being exercises in eventual accidents. When you ask if he really lives in the tree itself, the python points out his bedroom far above with a chuckle, assuring you that he's not going to ask you to climb into the canopy.
Asking you what your favourite beverage (alcoholic or not) is, the snake slips out through a doorway and can be heard gathering glasses. The kitchen can't be far, for a fair amount of his tail remains right next to you. Returning with the refreshments, the reptile rests on his round, wrappable self and requests that you do as well. As you sit, he hands you your drink and begins talking more about the tree and his home.. and the weather.. and any other general boring topic that comes up. You begin to wonder what's so special about visiting the serpent that made your friends seem so psyched.
After a while, you begin to feel slightly sleepy.. listening to the lamia becomes more about watching his lips moving, following his long, forked tongue as it flickers before you, letting the sibilant sounds of his soothing voice wash over you.. feeling his flexible form fondling your own just by shifting his body beneath you. You become bashful, being bothered and hot right in front of your host like that, trying to hide your heated state of arousal. Of course, that only makes it worse, averting your eyes from his unblinking stare, your gaze lingers on his long loops, his sleek, smooth scales..
As he continues to talk, you can't help but put your hands down on his body. Pretending to steady yourself, you feel fondly over his 'nagahide', unable to stop yourself, you run your palms along the paths of the python's piled form. Eventually, you tumble into the centre of the serpent's coils, having gone just a bit too far in your explorations of his scales. Your head half-cleared thanks to the gentle jolt, you look up to find the loquacious lamia looming over you, a lustful leer in his lidless eyes.
You can clearly hear what he says now as he explains in detail how both your drinks contained one of the python's potions. Yours was to allow your attraction to Amethystine to advance and amplify, as well as alter your anatomy for what's to come next. He adds a slight emphasis to the word 'come' and chuckles softly, mixed in with his trademark hissing. It causes you to laugh lightly, the hint of humour taking your trepidation away. As you and your serpentine host slip ever more close together, his coils curling snugly around your body, he explains that his own drink has also modified his male essence to essentially match the modifications made in your own mass.
While kisses are traded and embraces escalate, he tells you how your body, no matter the make or model, will accept his.. wherever you care to cram his cock(s), the potions will pry and ply to perfect the pleasure and produce what the python pines for.
And that's just what happens. As you roll around with the reptile in the shade of his tree, tawdriness turning to tight, tantric trading of fluids.. all the while, you realize you wanted this to happen all along, why else would you have come to this python's place, forced yourself to follow him into the depths of his domain. Desire! That's why. You wanted to know the naga's naughtiness, no matter what. You wanted to be seduced, or subdued.. mesmerized or hypnotized, by his eyes or his graceful slithering slides.. and as you feel the fullness of your furtive, flirting fling with this new friend, something is forming within you.
Literally 'coming' to understand the snake's alternate agenda, your centre swells with a sizable egg. Capable of creation or not, it seems your core created and 'cubated a considerable ova. The ophidian offers an odd offhand explanation about his experiments and the interplay of altered anatomies and confounding chemicals. But it is mostly lost on you, then is all lost on you as the egg apparently expects to make an express exit from your chosen place of pleasure. As your body begins to be rid of the reptile's recent addition to its interior, you might anticipate agony, but are blessed with blinding bliss as the big, rounded shape shifts and stretches your skin on its outward trip.
Spectacular sexual sensations surge into your skull as the snake cradles you in his coils, your shaking shape unable to do more than moan and groan and grind against your 'gracious host'. He grins and encourages the egg (and you) to the inevitable ending of the events. As the ovoid object reaches finds freedom and fresh air, your body is beseiged with unbelievable unstoppable delicious delight, you deem it to be the best you've ever felt directly before you black out.
You feel your head loll downwards, your neck nodding as you seem to be just slipping asleep, which snaps you awake. You blink and look around for a moment, heart beating strangely fast. Amethystine asks you what the trouble could be and you look at his smiling snout. You take a moment to perform a self-check. You feel fine, normal and alert. You don't know why you'd have become sleepy enough to nod off in front of the naga. You smile and shrug, shrugging away a little leftover half dream you think you remember slipping into in your lapse of wakefulness. It had something to do with the sweet snakeman you're visiting.. probably because he was right in front of you when your mind had gone off on that tangent.
Oh well, you don't want to seem rude, so you don't even mention it to 'Ame', as you've taken to referring to him. He's so friendly that the naga's nickname comes easily to you. You tell him nothing's wrong and take another sip from the drink he got for you only a few minutes ago. You're glad you didn't spill it when you almost nodded off.
After a tour of the house and another little chat in the python's parlour, you're on your way. While heading out, you see a door you missed on the tour, and ask Ame about it. He waves you off, saying it's 'just the basement', and how messy it is down there.
Once on the road back home, you can't help but think just how good a time you had, even if you can't put your finger on why, exactly.
You're also sure that you want to tell your friends who haven't met him yet all about it.
Waving off his latest guest, Amethystine soon shuts his door and quickly slips back into the kitchen to retrieve his latest prize. He ignores the little bit of mess on the counter that came from the quick clean-up of his visitor before he sat them back up in his coils. Normally, the naga would calmly dispose of the 'evidence', but today, with the egg he pulls out of the hiding spot he had carefully placed it, he's rather excited.
Slithering swiftly to the basement door, he opens it and slides down into an immaculate underground storage space, closing the door behind him. The highly regulated and filtered air is damp and hot.. and smells strongly of sex. This is because the walls are lined with shelves, which are themselves lined with eggs. Eggs from each of his visitors. He serpentines his way along rows of them and through an archway into a section of the basement that seems to have been added on after the original space was filled, the concrete-lined cavity in the ground extending beyond the bottom of the house above.
The reptile reaches the last shelving unit and places the fresh egg into the last space on the top shelf, extending his long body upwards to gently set the slick shelled object down in a slight grooved depression, apparently made to hold the egg. Just like all the rest. After the egg is in place, he pulls out a small label with his last guest's name on it and affixes it to the shelf below their egg.
He'll need to know whose egg is whose, so he can send them their new 'special snake'. Well, he'll be sending the eggs so that the hypnotic suggestion can allow them to finally receive that package they've 'been waiting for' for 'a while'. They'll know that they have to open the boxes in private and place their contents in a nice warm place.. until they have the time to be alone for some private time. Then they'll have a desire to cuddle their new possessions until they hatch.. and then the transformations will begin. But not before another climatic catalyst to make the merging possible.
Amethystine stops daydreaming about his plans coming to fruition and glances at the other eggs on the shelf. They're so large that only five fit across the length of the space, two spaces deep. With ten on each shelf, the python ponders about how there are ten shelves in each stack. He peers back towards the stairs that lead back up into his house and knows there are 200 stacks between there and where he leans against the higher shelves of the last stack.
"Hrmmm.. 10 times 10 times 200. Twenty thousssand, eh? Ssseemsss like a good number," he hisses to himself, grinning, secure in the knowledge that he would soon have a lot more guests... or maybe they'd be more like new room-mates?
A handful of spin-offs have been creatured, stemming from this tale, dealing with the eventual events caused by the eggs produced by the visitor(s) to Ame's abode. You can find them here:
http://www.sofurry.com/view/170987/