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A Snake's Corruption

Part 4: What The Boss Wants

For Kacacarrotcake

By Draconicon

Yana wasn't sure what was worse: walking down the street naked, or walking down it in nothing but fetish clothing. At least there were nudists all over the place that gave some sort of legitimacy to the choice of walking around in the nude. Walking around in a maid outfit that had a skirt too short to cover his bottom and a pair of latex panties that barely covered his crotch and ass...

And the fact that you're so turned on?

The snake tried to push that thought out of his head, trying to refute it with the fact that his cocks were completely flaccid. If he was turned on, he'd be hard.

Hard and tenting a pair of panties that are so tight that it's a miracle that nobody thinks you have a pussy right now.

Whimpering, the cobra pushed those thoughts down, trying to ignore the way that his stretched-out ass was burning and begging for more than it had already gotten. The fact that he still felt as horny as he did could not be a good thing. He was...He was a deviant, but it wasn't his fault.

After all, he was being corrupted by a demon, and demons were not easy to resist...at least, that was what he told himself.

His employer was a quick walker, her bare feet seeming to pull her along the sidewalk rather than just walking on it. He had to move at a quick walk, almost a jog to keep up, and he was grateful that she hadn't slapped a pair of high heels on him to make it worse.

Instead, she just seemed to be intent on pushing him to exercise, to keep him moving, to keep him walking at a fast pace. What was this, some exercise routine?

"Where are we going?" he asked.

"To my apartment."

"Why? I thought I was supposed to be -"

"My assistant?"

He nodded.

"You are. But you are far from ideal. I need someone with a few more...assets for me to work with."

"Mmmph...I thought you wanted an assistant, not a whore."

"I can have both. I'm high enough up the company ladder to have earned that."

That wasn't what he meant, but he didn't want to push it. She'd already showed him what it meant to push his luck when he used the word 'god' around a demon. She'd punish him further if he tried to defy her, he was sure of that much.

He barely paid attention to where they were going. He probably should have, considering he was in a strange city with no knowledge of landmarks or other routes, but there was something about it that pushed him to keep his eyes down. The West was decadent; everybody back home knew that, and they were taught from a young age that they needed to keep themselves on the straight and narrow, otherwise they would be snared by their corruptive ways on any visit.

But this...

This was something that nobody would be able to resist. The free sex, the drifting smell of debauchery that hung over everything, the way that the world just begged you to break down and just have fun...it was humiliating how easy it would be to give in and just enjoy himself, to enjoy the bodies and the smells and the touches. Yana knew that if he started, he would never be able to stop. There was too much of a feeling of addiction to it all, and he shivered at the idea of losing himself in this...morass of pleasure.

Instead, he let himself stare at his boss's ass, watching it as it swayed along as he followed behind her. She was obviously aware of him doing it, her slender tail rising up a bit to show herself off more, but he'd decided that it was better to stare at one perverted thing than a hundred.

At least this one was something that he'd be staring at regularly. Maybe, just maybe, he could resist the influence of the West if he only indulged in one of its pleasures.

Or maybe I'm just fooling myself, but at least I can try...

The cobra pushed the thought out of his head. The last thing he needed to do was add to the doubt that was burning in the back of his brain. If he kept at least a little confidence, maybe he could get through this.

They walked for a number of blocks, maybe as much as three miles worth, before the stingray finally turned off the road and onto a set of steps. He followed her up, rubbing the back of his head as he looked up at the apartment building.

It was a bit more modern than some, not the brickworks that he had come to expect from a lot of Western media. Instead, it was a well-built, concrete walled building with thick walls and smaller windows. It reminded him of some of the housing blocks back home, and it actually made him smile slightly to see something that was so...efficient. It stood out from the rest of the neighborhood, and made him feel safe.

She held the door open for him, guiding him through the empty lobby to the elevator on the far side. The stingray tapped a panel near the base with her dicks, chuckling as he blushed.

"What? You don't like our genetic ID?"

"That's what that is?"

"Well, it's different for everyone. Some people use their cocks, some their pussies, some their assholes. Others that are more self-conscious use their feet or their tongues. But anything that has sufficient moisture will tick it; it's just more fun to use the naughty bits."

He groaned. He hoped that he'd be able to use something more innocuous if he was stuck living here. The last thing he needed was to be reminded of sex just to use the goddamn elevator.

He did, however, appreciate the fact that it kept the different floors private. That was one thing that he would not miss about the East. Nobody had any real privacy against the government. It looked in on everyone, knew everything about everyone, and if you pushed them to give you something more than you already had, they would punish you for it. Here, at least, you could live on your own without people interfering.

Now, if only they would keep all the sexual stuff behind closed doors, as well.

Though...He had to admit that there was a part of him that was a bit disappointed that it wasn't as blatantly sexual as the rest of the world...

No, no there isn't. That's not me. He shook his head rapidly, slapping his cheek to push the heretical thought out of his head. I'm not interested in the things that they do. And they shouldn't be interested in the things that I do.

The door opened on a reasonably wide hallway, and Ailsa stepped to the door right across from the elevator. She pulled out some sort of keycard, tapping it to her door before pulling it open.

"It's more like a hotel here than an apartment," he commented.

"Well, I did some upgrades after I got my job. There's a certain amount of security that I prefer..."

She muttered something about someone not respecting it, but he couldn't catch what it was. He shrugged it off, assuming that it was probably something that he didn't need to know. Or probably shouldn't. Again, that was something that he was used to working with.

As she gestured him inside, he tried not to be too focused on the feeling of the miniskirt rubbing over his thighs and ass, stepping through the door and taking a deep breath as the door closed behind him and the stingray. She clicked it shut, and he imagined that it was locked tight behind him.

"Now, let's see what we have to work with. We already established that you have a very good ass, but that's not enough for the line of work that I have in mind for you. How good are you at sucking cock?"

The snake blushed hard at that question, shaking his head a few times.

"I've never done it before...before you made me do it to that horse in the store."

"Well, then there's some natural talent there, though not enough to market you with." The stingray shook her head. "I'll have to make sure that you get plenty of practice before the next marketing meeting."

"You - wait, I thought...I thought I would be assisting you, not everyone that you came in contact with."

"I did call you a whore. A pimp uses their whore to make money, after all. What did you think that I meant?"

In all honesty, Yana didn't know what he was thinking. He barely knew what was going on, barely understood what was happening around him. Could anyone really blame him for not taking the time to think through an off-hand comment that the boss had made?

Probably, but that wasn't what he wanted to think about, either.

The snake groaned as she grabbed him from behind, rubbing her fingers over his ass, pulling the cheeks apart before pushing them together again. The latex panties that he wore seemed to cling to his ass more and more, sliding between the cheeks, showing off his rump. He could feel them sliding along smooth scales, dipping between the cheeks and under his tail, rubbing him up and leaving him shivering slightly from the feeling.

"Well, you took the horse well enough, though that was partially due to my influence."

He had wondered how that huge cock had fit inside of him. The thought sent a shiver down his spine, particularly as she started rubbing a finger right over his asshole. The sensation was...pleasurable. Perhaps a little too pleasurable.

"But if you think that it's always going to be that easy without training, I'm telling you to forget that. It's not going to be easy for you. Your ass is going to get pounded on the daily. It's going to be making me money, impressing other people, and getting my clients to relax around me."

"Mmmph...and here I thought...a succubus did that naturally."

"Most of the time, but there are holdouts."

"Like that friend of yours?"

She slapped his ass hard enough to make him jump, and his eyes almost bugged out of his sockets as he felt just how strong she was. He made a mental note not to antagonize her further, nor to mention that friend to anyone that might bring that information back to her.

"Sorry, Mistress," he said, trying to get her back in a better mood.

"You better be. The last thing I need is for you to be getting a smart mouth. A dumb mouth and a smart brain is a lot better."

She went back to rubbing his ass, and this time, he felt her pulling on the panties, dragging them out against his ass cheeks, then pushing them down into the crack. She was working them all over the place, testing out different positions or something. It was...weird. He felt like a doll, like she was turning him into the best thing that she could, like she was already customizing him for some unknown client.

It was not exactly a chilling thought, but it did send a shiver down his spine.

"Alright. There's no getting around it. You need a bigger ass."

"Wh-what?!"

"You need a bigger ass. This one is nice, but it's more of a bubble than a wave. I need something that jiggles like a tsunami when you spank it, not something that barely bounces. I want something that pushes that skirt up, not just rides along under it."

"But...but it's mine..."

"No."

She grabbed him by the ass, pulling him closer, her cocks already sliding between the cheeks and rubbing at his asshole through the panties she'd pulled tight over him.

"Your ass is mine. And I will do whatever I want to it, whether that's fucking it or changing it."

"Oh god."

"What did I tell you about that word?"

She grabbed him by the snout, turning him around to face her.

"I told you I would gag you if you used it again without thinking, didn't I?"

"Y-yes..."

"Then let's do that."

Her eyes seemed to glow slightly as she grabbed him tighter, and suddenly, he felt his lips starting to melt together. His eyes went wide, the snake trying to pull away from the stingray, but she had too tight a grip on him, kept him too close to her. Her magic was pouring into him, forcing his lips together, melting them into strings all along the sides of his snout and muzzle.

In little more than a heartbeat or two, his mouth was sealed together, his lips gone as if they had never been. She let go, and he stumbled back, grabbing at his face, his fingers desperately trying to find the seams that had always been there.

Despite how hard he tried to open his mouth, despite how much he groped at his face, there was no sign of his mouth. His vocal cords could only grunt and scream behind the scaly barrier that had covered over his mouth, leaving him without even a voice.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMPH!"

He screamed as loud as he could, his heart beating hard against his chest as he struggled to fight against this, to open his mouth, to have a mouth again. He was right on the verge of clawing his face open when Ailsa grabbed him by the wrists, pulling his hands down and forcing him to look at her.

"Get it through your head, snake. I don't know what you were taught where you came from, but out here, I am the one in charge. I'm the dictator. I'm the girl that's going to put you in your place, tell you what to do, and if you don't like that, then there's a very easy way out. All you have to do is get back on that plane and go home."

He stared at her, shaking his head slowly.

"You don't want to go home. Why? Because you'll die if you go back like this. You'll be seen as a monster, as someone that was touched by the horrible magic of the West. You'll be ostracized, at best, and hunted down at worst. Do you want that, hmm?"

He shook his head again. She wasn't exaggerating, either. The hate for magic and the magi-tech of the West had been growing stronger by the day in the East, to the point where it could easily end up boiling over in raging mobs that wandered through the streets hunting for any sign of this stuff. If they found him, it wouldn't be a quick death. They would want to teach him the holy error of his ways, and they would go the extra distance in order to do it.

"Now, when I tell you to do something, you will do it. You will remember the command, you will take it seriously, and you will do your absolute best to carry it out. If you do not, I will know, and you'll be punished again. Do you understand me?"

The snake nodded again, unable to say how much he understood. He knew that she was going to be pushing him harder than any boss that he had ever had in his life, harder than any instructor. If she didn't do that, he would wonder who had replaced her.

She let him go.

"Now, I'm going to give you your mouth back. From now on, any time that you want to say that word, I want you to replace it with the word 'hell.' It can be a standard thing, or you can mean the place, or you can name the king of hell if you want. But you are no longer allowed to mention that name. Do you understand me?"

Once more, he nodded. The stingray snapped her fingers, and suddenly, he had a mouth again. He gasped for breath, tasting the air once more, and he fell to his knees as he gasped in relief.

It was both horrifying and humiliating to be under someone with this much power. The fact that she could warp his body, the way that she could so easily exercise her power without any concern for his wellbeing, only her own whims, was terrifying as well. She could do whatever she wanted to him, and he had no way of fighting back, no way of showing that he needed to be treated as a person.

The only thing that kept him from being completely catatonic right then was the fact that she was at least telling him what to do, giving him a chance to earn some of those rights back.

I can do that. I can follow orders. I have done that my entire life, and I can't stop doing it now. As long as I do good, I'm safe. As long as I do what she tells me, I'll be okay.

He slowly looked up at her, trying to swallow down his fear in exchange for respect. He swallowed it down as hard as he could, gasping a few times before he bobbed his head in a second blow.

"I'm sorry. I will...I will do as you say, Mistress."

"You better. I need someone that listens, that can be at least a little creative. Give me a full drone, and you'll disappoint me. And I don't want to be disappointed. Not again."

"Yes, Mistress."

"Now, put that ass back. I need to grow it to a proper size."

"Yes, Mistress."

The snake lowered his head to the ground and turned on the spot, putting his ass up and feeling the skirt fall backwards along his back. His tail went up as he felt her hands on his ass, rubbing the cheeks and parting them again, stroking her finger down between the space between them. The touch of her claws on his taint sent a shiver up his spine, but that was nothing compared to the tingles that suddenly invaded his ass cheeks.

"Mmmph!"

"Just relax. It's not going to hurt."

The sensation wasn't painful, but it was warm. Warm and a little bit itchy, for that matter. His cheeks burned as he realized that his ass cheeks were slowly bubbling, growing outwards like some liquid that was being slowly pumped with air from the bottom. Almost like a mud pool over a hot vent. It was bubbling outwards, getting thicker, heavier, pushing against the panties more and more.

He felt the latex sliding along his ass cheeks, starting to dig into the center more. It wasn't from him moving, or from the stingray shifting them around, either. Instead, it was entirely down to the fact that his ass was growing, and there was too much ass for the panties to contain.

"Oh hell...oh hell..."

"Better."

She patted his ass, and he could feel it jiggling, growing big enough to actually ripple a little bit at the impact of the stingray's hand. He could only imagine what it would feel like if someone was actively fucking it. The thought made him blush again, and he ground his face into the carpet.

Bigger, bigger, bigger he bubbled back there, and he could feel the skirt barely resting on his hips as his thighs thickened, too. His breath came in soft gasps, his eyes rolled back in their sockets as his ass cheeks continued to jiggle larger, his panties disappearing into the crack between the cheeks completely after a few seconds.

Oh god, oh god...

He didn't even want to imagine what he'd look like in the mirror when he got up. He was going to look like some sort of female, like someone that needed to be bred. His hole was burning as the stingray woman started rubbing around it in circles again, teasing it, pushing it to flex for her.

"Heh, I look forward to seeing this take load after load."

"I'm going to be dripping constantly, Mistress..."

"That's the plan."

"Why?"

"There's still plenty of people out there that question the power of magi-tech. I can subdue them, but why leave a trail for some do-gooder to track down? I already have my hands full with making sure that the demons obey the rules. If I can bribe them with you, it means that it's one thing that I don't have to spend my power on."

He was surprised at there being a practical reason for his presence, but at the same time, he almost wished that she had no good reason besides just wanting to see him get fucked. The thought of putting himself out there, day in and day out, giving himself to different executives in the board room just for her to gain an advantage...

Well, the thought was surprisingly less horrible than he thought it would have been. He didn't like it, no, but it wasn't as downright deplorable as he would have considered it just a few days ago.

It's just...it's just sex...and it's not corruptive sex...

Finally, the panties seemed to settle completely, the latex drawn tight in a tiny black valley between the cheeks. He could feel it rubbing over his asshole constantly, too, which meant that it was probably lodged in there good and tight. Yana hesitantly reached back, not sure what he'd find.

He gasped as his fingers dug into his ass in a way that they had never done before, feeling the raw expansion back there that made him feel...huge. Huge and bouncy and...hefty, he supposed.

"Stand up."

Doing as he was told, the snake immediately had to shift his stance, feeling his ass trying to drag him back from the rear. He blushed as he felt the sheer weight of the bigger thing, knowing that his ass cheeks had to be completely exposed at this point. There was no way that something this big would be going unnoticed when he was wearing such a short skirt.

He stepped from one foot to the other, and shivered as he felt the way that he wobbled, the way that he swayed just from that little bit of motion. Oh god, that was...that was very different.

She looked at him, and he remembered what she'd said.

"Sorry, Mistress."

"That one was in your head. I will give you that one, as long as you monitor your thoughts more closely from now on."

"Yes, mistress."

"Good."

She leaned in, running her fingers over his chest until she found his nipples through the scales.

"A good sissy at least looks like he has something here. Let's see what we can do."

As the mistress pulled at his chest, dragging on the nipples just under the dress, Yana found himself gasping for breath. Just like his ass growing had given him a strange sense of pleasure, so did this. He bit his lips, his tongue flicking against the inside of his mouth in a desperate need to hiss at the feeling of growth happening there, but he was able to hold back. Barely.

The sense of growth was getting stronger, stronger, and he could feel his nipples growing as well as the scales that were being pulled forward. He watched as his flat chest slowly grew little buds, little things that looked like the start of breasts that you might have found on a teenage girl.

His mistress wasn't content to leave it with that, either. She kept pulling, dragging them forward until his dress started to bulge out in the top, as well. His cheeks burned hotter as he realized just how big and sensitive his nipples were becoming, too, starting to poke through the fabric even when the stingray pulled her hands to the undersides, pushing them up lightly.

Oh hell, oh hell...

She was chuckling, he realized, probably amused by his panic. He didn't know what to say. All he could do was stay still, let her work his body until it was in the shape that she wanted.

And she was working it, pulling at his nipples until they were out to at least a low B cup, his chest looking and feeling heavier. The only good thing about it was that it had a bit of a counterbalance to his bigger ass, now, and that did make him feel just a little bit better about the whole thing.

"Now, you look more like a sissy."

"Mmph. Is that just to get straight people to feel better about fucking me?"

"Nah. We're pretty much all bi or pan out here."

"..."

"And it make us all feel better for it."

"That's...that's impossible. Nobody just -"

"Nothing's impossible for a demon."

He opened his mouth, then shut it again without argument. Really, after she had transformed his body like this, what was he going to say?

It didn't get better as she reached her hands up to his shoulders, pushing them in and getting rid of some of the more masculine features that he still had. She tweaked his hips to get rid of the more angular features of a male torso, and then reached down to his legs, running her hands through the muscles and making them more slender, though no less strong.

It was more humiliating when she reached up to his mouth, pushed his lips apart, and tapped her fingers against his fangs. They disappeared, pulling right into his jawline, leaving him with a slight gap in the front of his mouth.

"What...what was that for?!"

"A good cock sucker doesn't need anything in the way. I want to make sure that you don't bite someone by accident."

"Do you know what that means to a snake?"

"Yes."

"And you still did it?! It's worse than de-clawing a cat."

So much worse. A snake's fangs were like a lion's mane, like a cat's claws. They were the thing that defined what type of snake one was. A boa had teeth, but many and small. A venomous snake had fangs, sharp and pointed.

To lose those, to be stripped of them, was not just a loss of a means to defend oneself. It was a stripping of identity, a way of being less than they were born. His cheeks could not have been hotter, his humiliation could not have been deeper.

He was shivering as she pulled him along, dragging him through her apartment. He barely saw the kitchen or the restroom. All he could focus on were the gaps in his mouth, the place where his teeth had been taken, his fangs stripped from him.

The stingray pushed him to her bed, laying him down on his back. He continued to stare into the distance until she pressed her hands to either side of his head, making his jaw pop open with expertly applied pressure.

"Are you going to mope all night?"

"..."

"Seriously, you are going to be this upset about something so minor?"

"It's not minor, mistress."

"Well, then, you'll just have to be good enough to earn them back."

"..."

"If you want to keep quiet, I can take away your mouth again."

"Sorry."

He groaned. He had to remember that he was dealing with something that could fuck him over more than anything else in the universe. She was a demon. Nothing more, and nothing less. If he didn't take her seriously, if he didn't obey and roll with the punches, losing his fangs would somehow turn out to be the least of his worries.

He needed to be better.

He needed to take it...

Remember the alternative. Death is not worth choosing over this.

"What do you need, Mistress?"

"To test your throat."

"For what?"

"Throat-fucking."

He leaned his head back a bit further and found himself staring down at her twin dicks. They were already quite hard, throbbing and bouncing with little ridges along the sides of them. He imagined that they would reach rather deep into his throat, even with the vaguely long-headed nature of snakes.

"I hear that snakes are very good at oral, particularly because of those jaws of theirs."

"...That's biologically true, Mistress," he hedged.

"Let's see how well you can take it. Open up."

He took a deep breath, pushing the humiliation at the order down into the back of his mind. He could hate this later. He needed to pretend to enjoy it for now...and maybe he would actually start enjoying it...

No. Just pretend. You don't want to like this. This isn't you.

But neither was his body. Fat-bottomed and with tits, this was not his body. These clothes were not his attire. This world was not his world.

And perhaps, in that case, it might be better to fall, as long as he had a rope to climb out of this hole again.

He opened his mouth as far as he could, and without warning, the stingray thrust forward.

"Gllk!"

Yana gagged slightly as the cocks went into his throat so quickly. Expecting a slower thrust, he had been caught off-guard, and he hadn't been ready. The second thrust went smoother, and the third was easy.

He started swallowing, his tongue still against the bottom of his mouth, slightly raised so that the cock could thrust against something going in and out, in and out. The stingray grunted as she grabbed him by the shoulders, holding him down so that she could fuck his throat more properly.

The sensation was...different. Embarrassing, in a way, knowing that he was being used as nothing more than a fucktoy, but there was something else about it. Some sort of...arousal that surprised him. A tingle of need, a hint of musk, a bit of a scent that made him want to tease more out of her.

His tongue twitched, licking along the bottom of her cock a bit. She oozed a bit of pre as a result, and the taste...

It was hot, thick, musky, salty, maybe a bit bitter and metallic, in a strange way. There was no reason that he should like it, but there was something about it that made him want more. Something...

Something addicting to it.

Something that made him suck more.

Something that made him swallow and work his tongue.

Something that made him feel like a bitch...and want to be better.

The End