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A barked groan filled the cramped office the Arcanine called his workspace. Although, for the past three hours, it had been nothing but his slice of hell. As a puppy, Drake loved nothing more than writing silly tales, small vignettes of an overactive, prepubescent mind. Simple stories where good triumphed over evil. Where narrative, or his grammar, didn't matter. Just the idyllic trappings of a boy's deepest thoughts and emotions. Looking back on it, Drake desperately wished for that naivety. The life of the fresh blood author was daunting to him. The arcanine had just released a popular fantasy novel just a few months prior. Years of characters and ideas from high school and his early periods in community college, all bundled into the brave new realm of Exzahlia. A land in which creatures like him were few, in which humanity hunted them down for sport. Until a lone stoic monk-like elephant, Andrös, and a young sorceress he saved from certain doom bring balance to their tragic world. Forging an understanding between the beastfolk and the humans. Derivative sure, however, it became a hit overnight. Taking a dog from modest means and pushing him into the spotlight. The novel helped him escape his parent's residence, and the small town hellscape he called home. Now, alone in the city he once dreamed of living in. Deadlines, speaking engagements, edits, phone calls with the publishing house, negotiating sequel rights, and the future of his franchise. It all weighed on the pup. With a deadline approaching the day after next, Drake found himself just watching the caret slowly blink away. Almost seeming to count the seconds, the poor canine found himself lost in the abyss that was writer's block. The pokèmon buried his head into his paws. At twenty-five, he had never dealt with situations like this. He felt buried under the weight of his newfound fame. He knew he was just the flavor of the month, at least that's what the little nagging voice, scratching at the edges of a fraying mind, murmured to him. Drake glanced up at a picture of himself and his agent at his first book signing. The dog's face was a mix of excitement and pure unadulterated terror. Try as he might hide it. 'You utter, deluded imbecile, can't even feel the claws ripping in yet.' So lost in self-pity and woe,

Drake missed the boom of the apartment door closing. His name was called. It fell upon stone ears. Even the clink and click of his office door opening and sliding forth, breaking the stale air, was almost entirely ignored. Only the sound of a familiar hiss and light lispy voice, inches from his ear, woke the dog from his stupor. "Heeeeellooo, anyone home in there?" With a tail tap right between the flicking ears of the arcanine, the ever ostentatious Khanahssakarr made his presence known. A short while after moving to the west coast to pursue his career, Drake found that even with his newfound wealth and royalties. This side of the country was much more expensive than the backwater burrow he grew up in. So, he took to the internet to find a roommate. At the time, he figured he'd meet either an up-and-coming actor or someone trying to make their big break. However, when Khanahssakarr answered the ad, Drake knew it would be a good fit. The massive Indian Rock Python was a decently famous star in his heyday, various films needing large serpentine monsters, B-movies that didn't mind feral-bodied cast members, or small television roles that played on his size, and his unique abilities cemented him as a talented performer. Yet, it wasn't until the late sixties when a mouse that was running out of funds and time turned to him. His character wasn't the largest in the film. However it was one of the most memorable. There had been fan groups, dedicated fans, and even those that turned to him to live out certain perverse fantasies. Kay, as he preferred to be addressed, didn't dislike the attention. Nor did he mind the royalty checks that still graced his account every few months. Yet, when he met Drake for coffee, a hound that had just lost his puppy fat and obvious scruff, Kay felt drawn to the boy. It didn't hurt that he noticed the shy glances along his enormous frame, almost fifty feet. He was much larger than many others in his species. That and his powerful stare left him a pariah among his peers as a hatchling. The stammers from the pup and the clear nervousness told him all he needed to know about this dog. He knew of his career, or at least the one part, and he was a big fan, in how most seemed to be. With a teasing pulse of his infamous rings of color and an expeditious shake of tail in paw, the two became joined at the hip.

Kay gave a small look of concern for his young companion. The boy was overworked and not yet used to the fast-paced world of the entertainment industry. "Ooh, don't you just looked wound up three turnss too tight!" Kay cooed, slithering up and resting his head on the mutt's shoulder, regardless of invitation or Drake's opinion on the matter.

Drake nosed the serpent off his shoulder as he tried to appear hard at work. He had lived with Kay for almost four months now. Things were wonderful, albeit with the snake's lack of respect for personal space being a tad annoying. Drake couldn't help but remember his childhood and current fascination with the snake. Or at least the character he portrayed. He resided with THE Kaa, hypnotic python extraordinaire! With a blush, the dog remembers countless late nights as a pup. Watching and re-watching the encounters. Rewinding the scenes constantly, knowing every line by heart. Remembering all the little intricacies of the film's depictions of the devious reptile's actions. He felt a twinge of guilt at the fact that even now, as an adult, he still pleasured himself to his roommate. He could never tell the older male. However, his addiction ran deep, punctuated with the cherry of the matter. His childhood dream of being with Kaa became a reality.

"Please, buddy, I'm fine. No need to worry about me. Just a little tired and this current manuscript is driving me up the wall," the dog answered, snapping himself back to the real world. "There was a buncha mail for you earlier, Khanahssakarr, perhaps some fan mail! Ooh, ooh, maybe another offer of someone wanting to feed, 'The magnificent serpent lord, Kaa,' or someone else silly enough to look for a bum snake for a roomie." Drake couldn't help but chuckle to himself. Mean comment aside, Drake loved having Kay as his roommate. Yet, if he was honest with himself. The snake's happy-go-lucky, laid-back lifestyle made him jealous. With those royalty checks of his, Kay never had to work another day in his life. Coupled with various speaking engagements or appearances at conventions, one of which he dragged the reclusive fire type to, Kay was set for life. He paid most of the bills, on his insistence, much to the dog's chagrin. However, that was part of the deal. Let the serpent do as he pleased, and he would take care of the finances. Drake always wondered why Kay made that stipulation. Kay could've afforded an affluent mansion out in the hills, rather than the nicer than anything he had been in before, the smaller Victorian house he now called home. While Drake's budget was larger than what he went with, the apartment reminded him of a sitcom he used to enjoy as a pup.

"Draaaake, Drake. Puppy, why do you let yourself get like thisss hmm?" The snake shifting his body to the other shoulder as the busybody mutt tried in vain to shoo him away. "Ssssoo sstressssed. Letting yourself feel alone. You realize I can help you, hun. You know I have my own, sssubtle little ways." A small, hushed snicker escaped from the squared reptilian maw. Of course, Kay knew about Drake's fascination. He was sure if he checked the laptop, the dog always seemed sequestered behind. He would find various edits of himself hypnotizing that poor wolf cub.

Kay hadn't spoken to Bruce in years. The cub he once knew, now a grown man in his own right. With the cult following of the snake, of course, the little boy he had seduced in the movie got harassed. The wolf wanted all of that behind him. Choosing to refrain from further attention and instead work behind the scenes. Kay felt a twinge of remorse for what he had to endure. He hadn't expected everyone to fall in love with two very specific parts from an age-old film.

Shaking himself back to reality as he feels one of the mutt's fingers pushing against his snout. Half tempted to give in to his urges and suck the digit into his muzzle, Kay relents and backs off as he notices his friend's demeanor change. Footpaws bouncing. Eyes watching the blinking caret. Handpaw picking up the dog's favorite pen and spinning it against his desk. The heavy vibration of his toe-claws tip-tapping away, the only noise, minus the soft drifting melodic notes, playing over Drake's earbuds. Laying, as they had for the past hour. Forgotten in a haze.

"Look, Khanahssakarr, I don't have time to fool around. I'm on a tight schedule and I require at least another ten pages before the weekend is out, or I'm in it deep. We'll play games or watch tv, whatever you want. When I'm done. However, one of us at least has a job and I need to get it finished. So if you'd please." Drake let out an exacerbated sigh. He hadn't meant to be so rude. The ever-looming deadline, and an itch in his sheath that hadn't been addressed or attended to by anyone apart from his paw in longer than he cared to recall. It all compounded and left the canine in a mood that was the furthest he could be from pleasant.

The enormous serpent lifted himself and sneered at the puny dog under him. He only used his full name when he was grumpy. Slightly offended at the inference to his total hedonistic lifestyle, Kay coils his tail tip around the Mutt's ankle. Shifting the rest of his coils into the cramped room, letting out a brief grunt as he has to form a few jumbled loops to fit. "Oh, my little dog-cub. Musssst you always be sssoo gloomy. You need to take a page out of my book and learn to unwind." Kay lets a few sections of his coils push behind the desk and around the hound's feetpaws. "Bessssides, you see I jussst want to help." Kay lets the lispy syllable hang as he watches in delight as the dog's ears perk and a noticeable shudder runs down his spine.

Drake's eyes widened and sheath twitch and swelled at the serpent's choice of phrases. Especially in how he said it. Did he know? Images and memories of countless nights spent watching Kaa. The dog bit his lip. The urge to utter out a modest; 'You wanna help me?' It was overwhelming. Yet, reason took hold, and he let out a nervous laugh. Giving his leg a shake, trying to free himself from the ever-grabby reptilian. "Ok-okay! I swear, just lend me another thirty minutes! I'll wrap things up, then we'll go downtown! My treat." A wide yawn and an obvious struggle for Drake to even keep his eyes open seemed to contradict that dog's own words.

Kay sighed at Drake's insistence. He was stubborn. He would grant him that. However, it was time to put months of thought and energy into action. Shifting himself back onto the canine's shoulder, letting a few sections of his smooth, bulky, muscular coils snake in behind the dog's rear. Even lifting him and deposit Drake into a small coil seat for him to just sink into. A living support pillow that massaged and shifted along the tired pup's back, sides, and rump. Slowly, he let his tail travel up the hound's body, hoping to keep his attention on himself and his words, not how he was surrounding the oblivious mutt.

"Oh, I beg to differ, my friend. In fact, it appearsss you jusst finished. Puppy." Khanahssakarr gives a hissed laugh. Shifting his coils so that the pooch would have to lean back and look up at him. His moment to strike was almost at hand.

Drake couldn't help but moan as the soothing coils manhandled him. It was a casual reminder of the pure, immense strength the python had within himself. Able to shuffle the canine's body without even seeming to break a sweat. His eyes widen as he finds himself forced to look up at his roommate. Another nervous chuckle. "Kaa! Er uh, Kay. What're you doing? I need at least 30 minutes before I can take a rest." Drake found that he couldn't turn his head. One of the Python's coils around his shoulders and neck, holding him in place.

A hushed shushing left the squared lips of the elder python. Shifting himself to be essentially at the center of the dog's vision. "You've been at thisss all day, my little dog-cub. Let me jusst look at you." With that, Kay let his intentions be known. It started slowly. He loved weakening the barriers and whittling them down. Letting his prey think they can escape his gaze. His eyes melted into color. From his left, a soft sea green ring. From his right, a blue almost as deep as any ocean. Green, blue, gold. The rings flowed and spun before the stunned dog's eyes.

Drake shakes the warm, hazy feeling that had crept over him for a moment. Deep down, he was amazed. In the months they'd known each other, this was the first time Kay has tried using his powers on the dog. However, he worried about his writing. Shifting just enough to shake loose of the spell, he mutters. "Pl-please Kay. I. I need to...."

The python smirks and uses the coil around the mutt's neck to hold him still. Cutting off his pitiful plea for mercy. There was no escaping this. "It's rude to interrupt someone when they're ssspeaking to you, pup. Now both eyesss if you please."

The world around Drake slowed to a crawl. Looking up into the pulsing rings of color. He couldn't count how many nights he had dreamt of this. His childhood fixation was a current reality. He felt drawn deeper and deeper into the serpent's spinning gaze. Muzzle hanging open, his job, friends, family, his book. Slowly and surely, thinking about these things became harder. All he could focus on were the beautiful eyes that seemed almost to glow against the dark background of his office. Kay's soft, hissed words ringing in his ears. Echoing across his mind. He was being rude. Trying to interrupt his friend. He was speaking to him, after all. Perhaps he should hear Kay out. He knew what was best.

Khanahssakarr can't help but smile down at the poor dog in front of him. It was always fascinating to watch the first-time induction. Every so often they fell instantly, eyes spiraling wilding and drooling on themselves. Usually, those who were a little, well, dumb. While those could be fun for the serpent, he enjoyed a brief resistance to his guiles. Hoping maybe someday someone might break his trance. Perhaps one day. Now though, watching this pup's face relax, eyes wide, muzzle hanging, neck rolling back against his coils. He was loving it. Slowly the snake swayed before the enraptured pup. Drake's eyes following his every movement, only one spiral in each eye, originating from an enlarging and shrinking pupil. Was he fighting it? Kay's grin widened, his coils wrapping along the hound's legs. He would make this overworked mutt his. Tail tip scratching at the entranced dog's muzzle, lifting it just a touch and making sure he can't lose eye contact as the python giggles down at him.

"Oh, poor puppy. Jusst relax, nothing to fear. I bet you can't even look away, can you little one, hmm?" The wily serpent coos down at his roommate. He pushes his tail tip into the pup's muzzle, watching him latch onto it. Keeping on his sinful serenade and dance. Seizing control of Drake's mind.

A warm buzz seems to flow from Drake's extremities. Fingers and toes curling and twitching. The ever-growing haze around his perception of his world was tough to push back upon. He felt he should be fighting. This wasn't right. Yet, it was a struggle to look away. The shifting colors made his body feel pleasant and safe. His friend's words echo in his mind. Something pushes into his muzzle, warm, scaled, delicious. 'Sssssuck.' He didn't know where this new echoing voice came from; however, increasingly harder to ignore. Soft whines and pitiful whimpers are the only way of protest as the mutt suckles around the appendage. Around him his vision flickers, his wonderful roommate, Kay, shifts. Becoming hazy before. Is that? Yes. The object of Drake's obsession. Kaa. Here he was. Putting on a show just for him. Tongue lapping at the intruder in his muzzle, his eyes tiredly, following the hypnotic globes of his idol.

A soft chuckle escapes the delighted python. Feeling the lethargic licks around his tail, Kay leans in. Bringing those intoxicating spirals right up to Drake. Bathing the pup in his power. Making sure nowhere was safe from his gaze. He was the only subject the dog was allowed to see.

"My sssweeet little thing, you're sssooo tired. So ssssleeepy. Yet, you keep thossse poor eyes open. Surely, you can trussst an old friend." He can't help but give another chuckled hiss. Slipping his tail from Drake's maw and watching it just fall open uselessly. His eyes were wide and staring deep into his shifting tunnels of hypnotic colors.

Drake was off in a world of his own. Office gone, roommate gone. The only thing left was himself and Kaa. "Kah-Kaa! Mmff... It's. It's you?" Drake was too lost in his trance-induced fantasy. Eyes slipping down heavily. He felt so tired. So beat. Kaa was just helping him. Why did he keep resisting? He had no clue. 'Sssssleeep dog-cub.' The voice was right. He should sleep. Wait. Kaa would eat him? He needed to escape. Slowly and with great effort, Drake lifts those heavy eyelids back up, only to be bombarded by those mind-numbing spirals. Drake's mind was hanging on by fewer and fewer threads. Sinking into the growing, encompassing spirals that danced about in his mind.

Kay's own eyes widen. Not only did the mutt spoke during an induction, but he also was lost in a silly fantasy. He wondered how deep this little pup's little crush went. Surely, he would find out. Kay remembered making that film. Hours of letting various humans, furs, scaled ones work his entire form. Whoever could apply the copious amounts of body paint. It tickled and was nigh unbearable at points. However, that certainly was a fun shoot. Even if it had left its mark on numerous people, intentionally or not. He had always wanted to question that sly mouse. Kay brought himself back to the moment. Watching the dog's fruitless struggles. Trying so hard not to slip into a full trance. It was adorable. He would play along. It would help the dog fall. Of this, he was sure. "Yesss little puppy, Ssssoo nice to sssee you again." Kay leaned in closer, snout to muzzle with the dog. Deciding to toy with Drake, Kay lets one eye close. Spirals picking up speed in the open globe as he tilts his head and chuckles at the pup's situation. "Ssssurely little Drake, you can ressssisst just one eye, can't you? You're not that sssuceptable are you, heh a big pup like you."

The python's tail travels along his catch's body. Teasing him all over before it finds his mark. Those silly shorts. He had no clue why the dog wore them. He told him he didn't mind. Nor did most of the general populace. It all fell on deaf ears. However, that mattered little. Kay was sure Drake didn't notice one bit. With a few deft flicks of his tail, the brown cargos fall between the hound's legs. There it was. Large sheath, filled with the dog's copious pre. Member limply hanging down. The spongy equine tip, almost leaking a river. It seems the dog was enjoying himself. Kay's eyes wandered around the modest cock. Fully out from the sheath, it was already at seven inches, it wasn't hard yet. He licks his lips. He would certainly have to ask the pooch about his heritage.

The closing of the eye and the speed-up of the spirals didn't help in the slightest. Maw hanging as he whines, tongue lolling out. Struggling to hold on. Drake knew it was futile. He could feel the pleasure filling his frame. It was eating away at the last vestiges of his mind. Drool runs down the side of his muzzle. Arms were weak and useless at his sides. Quickly enveloped in more of those massaging coils. His body was in heaven, just waiting for the stubborn mind to follow it. Another heavy struggle to lift his eyelids, the last option of resistance the pooch had. "I-I-I know whaaa... what you're trying to... rrrrufff my head... Trying to do. Kaaaaa?"

Another surprise from the pup, even breaking the script. He would have to give this obstinate mutt an acting lesson. Leaning back in and opening the eye. Letting Drake get the full force of his hypnosis. The charade was fun, however, now it was time to tuck in the poor puppy. "You do!? Heh, I mean, you don't trust me, do you pup? Believe me, I jussst want to help, I can sssseee to it that you never have to leave my jungle."

A yawn escapes him. He was so tired. His body felt so good. Why did he not just sink and enjoy these feelings? Kaa even said he didn't have to leave the jungle. He could stay with him! It was all he ever wanted. Drake's cock was trembling under the snake's tail. The knot swelled behind his sheath, medial ring almost throbbing in pure need. The mutt managing a thrust up and a light sigh as his knot popped free. He felt so good. He needed this. Furthermore, he was glad Kaa had found him. Yet. A small voice at the back of his mind rang out. A simple name. Something the dog hoped he could use to escape. No matter how impossible it might be. "Baaah-Bah... Baaagheerah sssssaii... Gurlk!"

With a quick tug of his tail around the dog's throat, Kay knew he would fulfill Drake's fantasy and end the childish game they were locked in. Eyes just dancing before the pup, drawing his awakened mind back under the sea of his hypnosis. "Now, I'm not like that silly panther of yours, dog. You can believe in me..." Kay began his song for the dog. Just a few verses. Enough to sink him fully. His voice, while not as effective as it used to be, was still a threat that others took for granted.

Drake was falling further and further, those eyes just beating and wearing him down. Before suddenly, he's choking. Reality sinking back in for a moment of clarity. Kay was surrounding him in his office. He didn't have a chance. His prick was throbbing hard. Was Kay singing to him? His cock twitched, his tip was flaring. Balls churned. His climax was so close. His body betrayed him. It demanded to be his roommate's plaything; it called for to be his good puppy. His mind flickers again, and he's back in the tree. Lips rising to a smile. All he had to do was Trussst in Kaa. The serpent would take care of him. Friends, work, life. Nothing mattered but the snake. The last remnants of free thought trickle away. The smile becoming a full-fledged grin. Trust in Kaa, he would take care of him.

'Cum for me, dog-cub.'

PING

His cock erupts. Wave after wave of cum spilled out of the widely flared dick. It covered his entire workstation, laptop, Kay's coils, his feet paws. A small dollop even hitting Kay's square muzzle. The orgasm lasts almost an eternity for the dog. Riding wave after endless wave of pure bliss. After roughly 30 seconds of near-constant shots of cum it streams down into a trickle. Another yawn escaping. Letting his heavy eyes sink. Listening to the voice telling him to drift off. The wide grin never dropping his face as Drake falls into one of the deepest slumbers he'd ever experienced. Perfectly happy, bound up in his best friend's coils.

Khanahssakarr produces a delighted sigh. Letting the spirals leave his eyes and shifting and lifting the mutt. A little effort having Drake encased from neck to toe in Kay's coils, content to not wake until the serpent demanded it to be so. As Kay carried the pup off with him to sleep in his room, he pondered about the next day. Drake would be livid. He shouldn't have bothered him while he worked. However, he looked so sad and tired. Plus, judging by the size of his climax, he certainly needed it. Kay offers a quiet snicker as he rests his head on top of the snoozing canine. Glancing down, seeing his handy work. If he offered the dog a bagel and a chai latte in the morning, he knew he wouldn't be too mad at the python. Not that he ever really could be. Kay yawns and closes his eyes. A soft hissed laugh, and a squeeze of his friend trapped in his coils.

"Papa hasss still got it."