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[b][u][center]The Golden Coil Resort

Part 3

for Taiko

by Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Riche bit of a belch as he left the buffet, holding his stomach as he left the crowd of other foodies behind. He groaned, patting his stomach a few times.

"I need to watch out for that. Mmmph...so much good stuff..."

Considering how much food there was, it had been a little too easy to dig into it and really indulge. It was like there was some voice in his head encouraging to just do whatever he wanted, and several times, he actually went back for seconds just for the heck of it rather than because he was actually hungry. The idea of 'wasting food' by eating more than he needed didn't even occur to him; all that mattered was that he wanted it, and this place seemed to encourage that sort of thinking, pushing him to want to take it further, farther, however far he wanted to take it before he was satisfied.

Good thing that he was hitting the gym, really. He could use a workout after a few steaks...and fish filets...and that many carbs.

[i]Too many carbs,[/i] he thought, shaking his head as he walked out of the buffet line and back to the elevator. He reached for the buttons to call it, then glanced further down the hallway. The ramp [i]was[/i] right there, and that would be the smarter sort of thing, something to get a warm-up on the way down to the gym...

"...Heh, why not?"

After all, he did [i]want[/i] to stay in good shape, just as much as he wanted to enjoy himself with whatever he was doing at any point in time. Riche put on a smile and began the long climb down the ramp, and was almost immediately entranced by the happy colors all around him.

[i]Pretty,[/i] he thought, and then he stopped thinking for a while.

#

"...Uh...um..."

Riche blinked as he was laid down on a bench in the lobby, feeling almost like he'd lost a bit of time. It wasn't the first occasion for that - there'd been four different times when cops had come up, asked him how he was, and he'd woken up in his car afterward with some sense of something happening - but this was the first time that he had lost time without anyone around.

Tasted like he'd had something happen, though. Something salty in his mouth, at the very least.

Shaking his head, he got up from the bench -

"Pardon me, please."

Only to pause at the voice from floor-level. Riche leaned his head to the side, looking around his foot to find a small garter snake slithering by on the floor. It slithered over his other foot, then nodded, giving him permission to put his foot down.

"Thank you."

"No problem. Sorry, didn't see you there."

"We're small enough, it happens. But thank you for your patience."

"Hey, no problem. You take...care."

It was rather odd to see a common snake that he might have found in his own backyard slithering by with a tiny little red wagon attached to its tail - and a little diamond bow-tie, he belatedly realized - and weirder still to realize that it had been talking, but he put that out of his mind. This was some kind of fancy hotel, after all, and that meant that it was going to be different here. Who was to say that there weren't other impossible creatures here, other things that he'd never see back at home? Maybe this was just where they all lived, or at least went to hang out?

[i]Hey, maybe I could wrestle a dragon.[/i]

The thought appealed, and not just for the fact that he'd be able to show off in the gym if he did. Heck, he'd be able to show off everywhere if he ended up wrestling a dragon, even if he didn't win. But that was secondary to the idea of just getting out there and flexing, letting off some steam with someone that he knew would be able to take whatever he did. Heck, he'd just like to see what they thought, get some pointers, see if dragons were really as cool and strong as they were in the books that he remembered reading.

Or being read from...or something like that. There'd been someone in high school that'd been more of an egghead and liked reading to him while they were cuddling.

Or...something like that.

Riche rubbed the back of his head, feeling the longer than usual white locks running through his fingers. He'd have to get that checked out. He was having more trouble remembering things of late, and while he liked less distractions from the moment to moment part of his life, he would like to remember some of that fun stuff, too. Didn't seem fair that he had to pick between thinking about normal life and the past life.

[i]What was I doing?[/i] It took him a second to remember. [i]Right, right. Gym.[/i]

He walked up to the front desk, waving as soon as he got Hissy's eye. The snake smiled at him, waving back with its tail, and pushed its glasses up as he approached.

"Can I help you, Mr. Huff?"

"Yeah. Hey, how'd you know my name?"

"We talked before, remember?"

"Yeah, but you only got my brother's name, I thought?"

"No, no, sir. We have all of your names on the reservation."

"Ahhhhhhh, gotcha."

"Heh, yes. So, how may I help you, Mr. Huff?"

"Well, heh, starting off. Call me Riche, okay? Don't like to get too formal. Feels like I'm getting to be one of Darren's business friends," he said, chuckling as he leaned against the counter. "Second, you mind reminding me where the gym is?"

"Which one?" the snake asked.

"You got more than one?"

"We have six. Various sports and activities in each one, and three pools."

"Oh, actually..." He hesitated, then shrugged. He'd never found it that difficult to swim after eating after all. "Where's the best pool? The one with the most stuff?"

"That would be on the fourteenth floor, Riche. There's a locker for your clothes there, or they can be held here if you don't mind wandering in the nude."

"That's allowed?" Riche asked, blinking.

"Of course. This is the Golden Coil Resort. The only thing that you have to do here is what you want to do. Do you want to be naked, Riche?"

It was a rather odd question, and one that he actually didn't have an immediate answer for. Admittedly, he'd never actually minded being naked in public - certainly didn't mind it nearly as much as Darren or his dad did - but there was something different about doing that for someone that liked seeing it or for practicality and doing it for the reason of just being nude. The idea should have been a bit much for him...

But at the same time, there really was something freeing about this place. The hissing voice in the back of his head encouraging him to do whatever he liked was so nice about it, too, so he decided to give it a go.

Without a word, Riche undid his belt, pulling his pants down with it, and his underwear at the same time. His bubble butt bounced a bit as he stepped out of his clothes, putting them on the counter before pulling his shirt up and over his head. Hissy covered its snout, almost like it was hiding a smile, while he squirmed back and forth to get the shirt off of his head. The whole thing felt a bit small in the neckhole, and in the shoulders, to the point where he was half-sure that it was going to rip before it actually came off.

Eventually, though, it did, and he passed the pile of clothes to Hissy. Without them, he felt a small surge of nervousness, but as soon as he looked around, seeing nobody getting upset, he actually felt...good. Heck, maybe nudism was his natural state of being, heh.

"You sure this is okay, Hissy?" he asked, turning in place. The feeling of his cock sliding back and forth over his thighs was enough to get it stiffening. "Hey, isn't there a rule about -"

"We aren't the normal nudist colony, Riche. You can be as hard or as soft as you like. It's all about what you want to do."

"Heh..."

"What would you like to do, Riche?"

That question was, honestly, harder to answer than he would have liked. All things considered, he would have enjoyed having an easy answer, like the whole wrestling a dragon fantasy that he'd been having earlier. The idea of going toe to toe with a big, muscular guy like that was hot, and certainly made his dick throb that much harder. The feeling of being naked brought his current situation back to mind, and that made him think that he'd really like to show off, to get up and let everyone get a really good look at a hot guy, to let them see what it meant for him to be showing off, and what a treat it would be for all of them.

And then his stomach rumbled, digesting the food that he'd gorged on, and he was back to swimming again, knowing that he had to do something to get rid of all the calories that he'd pulled in.

"I wanna go swimming."

"Fourteenth floor, Riche."

"Right. Fourteenth floor."

"Fourteenth floor."

"Fourteenth floor."

"That's right, Riche. Fourteenth floor."

He nodded, stepping away from the desk, paused, and muttered the number under his breath again. Nobody laughed, though. It seemed everyone was going to be really nice about his moment of confusion.

#

The pool was [i]amazing.[/i] It was more than just a simple pool; it was almost a waterpark, considering that the fourteenth floor of the hotel seemed to be three different stories all layered one over the other. There was a waterslide that went all the way to the top and spun around and around, twisting up and over itself all the way back to the pool, skidding into a protected area at the far side of the deep end. There were floaties all over the place, both the tubular sort and the noodle sort, as well as some that looked like they might have once been inspired by other people.

And everyone was naked, too. He saw dick and ass everywhere, and half of 'em were as hard as he was. Riche grinned as he walked in to the shallow end of the pool, his eyes tracing all the people that were sitting on the edge of it, following the curved, almost beachfront-like lines of the pool all around the massive chamber, spotting all the different guys that were showing off just like he was, as well as those that weren't guys and still showing off.

He felt amazing when some of those eyes turned on him. Sure, none of them - or almost none of 'em - were human, but did that really matter? Sure, Opal City didn't have a huge anthro population compared to somewhere like Novus Ager - that had thrown him for a loop the first time that he'd gone to visit Darren, he remembered, vaguely - but he didn't have the hangups that some humans had about the whole thing. They were just guys.

And guys were hot. He should know. He was a guy, and he was hot.

He walked straight ahead, cock bouncing slightly as he stepped into the idle waves of the pool, balls pulling up momentarily from the slightly cool temperature of the water itself before slowly sagging back down. He leaned forward, swimming straight ahead as he found himself passing by sharks, wolves, tigers - a lot of tigers, as a matter of fact, whole families of them that seemed to be purring contentedly in the water - and then -

"Mmmmmmm, aren't you the thick bit of hot chocolate?"

"Heh, who's looking?" Riche asked, turning around and coming face to face with someone that was almost as hot as he was.

Heck, the big guy might have been a bit hotter. It took him a minute to really put together what he was seeing, considering that, at first, he felt like he was looking at a coral snake. It had those patterns, red on yellow, with black popping up here and there through the complexion of scales, but there was something different about him. A narrower muzzle than a snake might have had, for sure, and while he had that longer, arching neck, there were horns on the back of his head, and his tail didn't seem quite long enough for a full snake.

But that was somehow hotter. That build had all the lean, slithery feeling of a snake with all the bulk of a real man, and he stood with a grin on his face that turned into a cocky, admiring smirk as he looked Riche over. Riche leaned back, grinning with his hands on his hips, giving the other male the same sort of lookover.

"Heh, well, look at you," he said. "Sure you wanna be out here? You'll turn this place into a hot tub."

"Look who's talking. You're already heating it up for me."

"Steamy snake."

"Hot human."

"Stud."

"Hunk."

"Are we flirting or admiring each other?" Riche asked.

"Does it matter?"

"...Heh, kinda does, if you're thinking of fucking me."

"Why's that?"

"I'd like a chance to top."

All things that he honestly never thought that he'd say to someone that obviously or bluntly, but there was something about this place that was pulling all kinds of thoughts and feelings out of his heart...and balls, for that matter. He looked for hotness, and he enjoyed being hot, enjoyed being sexy. Having someone else appreciate that and show off in the same sorta way just spoke to him.

And there was that hissing sound in the back of his head, that little voice that was encouraging every little bubble of fantasy that slithered out of the slow-boiling pot that was his brain. It was made all the stronger here with all the eyes on his naked body combined with the various needs that he'd been holding back. He didn't have the excuse of the booze on his brain anymore, but there was something about this pool, about the fumes in the air, about the dancing lights on the slide and...

And...

And this guy. This snake. This...whatever he was, the way that he moved and swayed, the way that the light rolled on his scales in eye-catching patterns. Fuck, that was cool.

"Hey. You a good swimmer?" Riche asked.

"The best."

"You were, you mean."

"Oh, you think you can outswim a snake?"

"Let's find out." Riche pointed to the far end of the pool. "Last one there, uh..."

"Sucks the other?"

"Heh, you're on!"

They leaped together, sending a wall of water over the heads of those nearest them. There were no complaints; after all, nobody minded seeing a pair of muscular asses go by. Not when they were that fine.

Riche pushed himself hard, and he actually enjoyed the feeling of his arms and legs burning, his chest filling and emptying of air as he kicked and pulled himself through the water. There was something satisfying in the hard work, in the feeling of his muscles justifying themselves as he dragged himself through the pool. His rapid pace was something to behold, and several different hotel attendees were quick to jump out of the way, avoiding being swam into.

But if he was pushing himself hard, so was the snake at his side. The pair of them were keeping pace with the other, and they were neck and neck half a minute in, with no sign of one or the other getting ready to overtake. Riche grinned; even if this ended up being a tie, that was something to write home about. Beating a water species in a swimming contest and getting his dick sucked? Something that he wasn't going to turn down, not even a bit.

They stayed tied right up to the last second, when Riche managed to get a good kick and the snake didn't. The other guy lost his form, and he got the inch of a lead that he needed. He slapped his hand against the far side of the pool and came up for air, breathing hard as he laughed.

"HA! Beat ya!" he shouted at the top of his lungs. The sound didn't go that far, considering the general noise of the rest of the pool, but it was there as the snake surfaced. "I won, baby! I won!"

"Holy fuck, you did. I didn't think a human could swim that fast."

"Second-place title holder for two years in Opal City, and summer swimmer every year of my life."

"Well...you definitely earned this."

"This? Wha -"

He'd been so focused on winning for the sake of winning and showing off that he had actually forgotten about getting something for the win. He blinked as he realized that the coral snake - and whatever else he was - had already slithered that much closer, and that a surprisingly delicate hand was between his legs, jiggling his balls back and forth. he blushed ever so slightly, realizing that he might be in just a bit over his head.

"Uh, um..."

"Heh, if you wanna know my name, it's Daze."

"Daze, huh? Is that short for something?" Riche asked.

"Dazzling Star," the snake said, shaking his head. "Dad's old-fashioned."

"Your dad?"

"Dragon. Mom's where I get the snake side of things from, but...heh, why don't you let me get started, and we'll talk bloodlines later."

"Uh...yeah...sure..."

Riche was still trying to pull his head together about the idea that he was actually gonna get blown in public. Wasn't there some sort of law against that?

[i]Do you want to stop?[/i]

There was this feeling of the world slowing down for a moment, like there was some second-hand on some reality clock that someone had put their finger on. He felt like he had all the time in the world to say no, to back out...

And he honestly didn't want to.

[i]Heck no,[/i] he thought. If someone wanted to blow him, then why not? Let them. If someone wanted to look, let them. He was a hot little...little...

Himbo? He'd never considered himself that, but as he leaned back against the pool wall and his hair fell over his face, as light as some new blonde's platinum dye, he realized that there was a good comparison to be made. He chuckled, his cock breaking the surface of the water for how hard and how big he was, and Daze grinned as he got a better grip on the base.

"This is gonna take some work...but I think I can handle it."

"Heh, show me, man. Show me you can handle it."

The snake-dragon hybrid sucked in a breath before diving underwater, and he tugged Riche's cock down with him. There was a moment as he felt a pair of fangs on either side of his cock, then a few bubbles rose up around either side of the head. It was so strange, so different from what he had expected -

"Ah!"

Only for a pair of scaly lips to wrap around the head of his cock and start bobbing forward and back, forward and back. He groaned as he felt the odd sensation of an underwater blowjob, slower, but more intense in some odd way, his cock not quite surrounded by the same amount of water and pressure as the rest of him was, and making him focus on it more than the rest of his body.

It was rather nice, really.

He groaned under his breath, not trying to be utterly out there with his moans, but not doing anything to hide his pleasure, either. There really was something utterly satisfying about having someone sucking you off in public, he decided, something just...better than doing it in a hotel room or in your own bedroom or somewhere private. It was more right, more natural, to just take it and enjoy yourself rather than waiting for the right time.

If you wanted it, do it.

If you liked it, enjoy it.

No shame.

No guilt.

Just...fun.

He panted softly, his feet pushing him up on tiptoes as Daze went all the way down his cock. The other guy was sucking him hard, pulling his balls up through his cock with all that suction, and he could feel his balls rising, getting closer and closer to that sudden explosion.

"Mmmph...mmmph..."

The bobbing motions were made somehow better with those fangs on either side of his cock, almost like they were stroking, teasing him like a pair of firm fingers. Dangerous fingers, admittedly, if he really thought about it, but right then, all that mattered was the texture of those teeth and the extra stimulation that they offered.

And that tongue. Heck, that tongue was giving him all the feelings that he wanted right then. The forked tip, the way that it alternated between flicking right over the head and his urethra, only to wrap around the whole thing like a snake capturing its prey? His cock felt like it was prime meat for the hybrid, that it was a perfect treat, and he felt beyond sexy letting Daze just work it over.

The fact that the occasional swimmer would go by, turn to look at him, and remind him that he had an audience with a smirk or a twitching cock or an occasional lifted tail was all the better. He grinned, groaned, and bit his lips to keep from just moaning like someone out of a porn film. He had just enough mental capacity to know that grabbing Daze by the head and using him right now would be a stupid thing, considering that the serpent was underwater, and he grabbed the edge of the pool instead, just to keep that temptation out of his head.

It didn't help much. He still wanted to grab hold of the other guy and fuck his face. That tongue, the soft pebbly scales along his lips, the fangs that were teasing either side of his cock, the soft clenching around the head when Daze went all the way down and pulled the tip into his throat - that was the best. The real best, feeling that milking, teasing feeling.

He was right on the edge when the snake-dragon suddenly pulled back, pulling his head above water and gasping. Riche groaned, unable to hide his disappointment.

"Nnngh...did you have to stop?"

"Heh, only if you wanted me to drown. The pool'd be less hot without me."

"Good point," Riche said, chuckling. "Mmmph...was really close, though."

"I bet. That big dick of yours was throbbing like crazy."

"Think you could do that again?"

"I got a better idea. Ever had a tongue like mine eat your ass?"

"...Willing to give it a shot."

"Your place, or mine?"

He was half-tempted to demand that they do it right here, to make a real show of it, but there was something in Daze's eyes. Something that made him think that it would be even more fun if they took their time and did it somewhere just a little less exposed. Just a little, much as he was enjoying showing off his hard-on.

"Alright. Yours."

"Come on. Follow me, hot stuff."

"Following away, smoky snake."

"Heh..."

#

The pair of muscle men went to a room on the fourth floor. Daze tapped the door with a room key, and they stepped into a room that was marginally better than the average hotel room in another resort, though with the room heat turned way up. Riche might have been rather put off by that, but considering that he was still completely naked, he actually appreciated the sort of warmth taking the chill out of the air. The carpet dried his feet off the rest of the way, too, keeping him from slipping the way that he'd almost done on the ramp back down.

"Why don't you get on the bed, and I'll get started?" Daze said.

"You sure you're up for this?" Riche asked as he climbed into bed, his ass pressing back a bit as he got comfortable.

"Oh, trust me. I've been wanting to get a taste of this since I saw you from behind."

"Glutton. You just want me because I've got the muscles."

"They help, but man, I got the chance to get hot people, so my standards are high. And you're hitting all of 'em."

Riche laughed, but he turned to hide the blush on his cheeks. He hadn't had that kind of attention before, not like this, and it was honestly a little more than he was ready for. It was, however, something that he still wanted, so he sure as heck didn't complain about it.

As he laid his head against a pillow, he felt something...different. Something soft, slender, and very, very dexterous reached up between his legs. It wrapped around the edge of his cock, starting at the tip and working its way down, Coiling along, slithering into place, it took him far too long to realize that it was Daze's tail getting a good grip on him, ensuring that his cock would get all the attention that he wanted while -

"Ah..."

He groaned as he felt those slender fingers on his cheeks, clenching in for a moment before relaxing enough to let Daze push them apart. Another touch followed, the snake-dragon's thumbs on either side of his hole, pulling them apart a bit, allowing him to feel the tenseness, the tightness, the heat of his own ass. That cooled slightly with the snake's breath, feeling those lips so close to his ass.

"Mmmph..."

"You have a hot little ass...uh, what's your name?"

"Riche...It's Riche, and I do [i]not[/i] have a little ass, heh."

"Nah. Big and muscular, but 'hot big ass' sounds really stupid, doesn't it?"

"...You know, it really - MMPH!"

He actually bit the pillow. He didn't think that people actually did that, but there he was doing it, panting through clenched teeth as he felt that forked tongue working between his cheeks. Each little flick brought something really different compared to...

He didn't actually remember being rimmed before, but he was somehow sure that it had happened at least once, because this felt like he hadn't felt something like it before, that it was supposed to feel like something else. Something firmer, something with more pressure behind it.

But even if it was 'supposed' to feel like that, he had to admit that this was more than worth enjoying instead. The lightness, the dexterity of that tongue, the way that it flicked over and around his pucker and kept pushing him to pant and gasp that much more. It was everything that he wanted, and his cock was soon as hard as it had been inside Daze's mouth, oozing past the coils wrapped around him and dribbling on the bed.

He stared straight ahead, seeing a mirror over the headboard of the bed. He looked up at it to see the serpent looking up and past his ass, looking him right in the eyes.

Right into those beautiful green eyes...glowing green...

[i]Settle down...relax...relax...[/i]

It was the first time that the voice came with a different sort of tone, something that was more commanding, more demanding. He didn't mind it; it was telling him to do something that he already wanted to do, and something that he was more than willing to be told to do a little bit better, to be told that it was alright to want to do that.

So, he lowered his head further on the pillow, raising his ass up as he moaned from the tail working his cock over, as he shivered from the slow circling, lapping loops that the tongue was pulling around his hole. Every little tickling tease from the forked tips was making him breathe that much harder, shiver that much more. He could feel it working towards the center of his pucker, teasing his hole a little more forcefully, but it showed no signs of just plunging in the way that he half-expected.

No, the teasing continued, instead, making him show off his body that much more. He arched his back, thrust his hips, felt the shivers of pleasure that meant that he was doing a good job but barely able to focus on it. His breath kept rising and falling, his eyes rolling back and then closing as he felt that tongue teasing him with that slide in.

Daze pushed closer, that tail wrapping around his legs. Riche didn't realize until it was too late that the longer tail had coiled around his thighs, pushing them together, trapping his cock against his stomach. The binding grip down there was replaced by that same gentle hand, one that tugged and teased his cock with playful gentleness, but with a tight squeeze that nonetheless demanded all the cum that he had.

Finally, as the snake-dragon pushed closer, all but sitting on his calves, that tongue finally worked its magic. Riche groaned, shivering and curling his toes as he felt it push past his rim, sliding into him and working deeper. It was better than a finger, and a hell of a lot better than just getting something rammed up there. He could feel the forked tips turning, finding his prostate, and he almost screamed into the pillow as it started licking him.

Daze was pulling no punches. The other guy wanted him to cum, and he was going to make sure that it happened. Stroke, stroke, stroke went that slender-fingered hand, and that tongue assaulted his prostate like nobody's business. He shivered every time that he felt that lick, felt his cock jump only to be pulled down by Daze's hand again, and he panted for breath as he felt that tail squeezing his legs ever tighter.

It didn't take long for that to send him over the edge. He gripped the bed tightly, his fingers curling through the pillow and the sheets beneath, and he finally thrust forward, fucking the space between Daze's fingers as he came...and came...and came.

When the hybrid finally let him go, he slumped to the bed, rolling onto his side. He managed to get onto his back before Daze sat in his lap, straddling him and looking down at him.

"So...I heard you say that you wanted to top?" the scaly asked him.

Riche chuckled, only to meet those eyes again...those brilliant green eyes. Daze stroked his cheek, smiling.

"Come on...you want to top me..."

[i]I want to top you...[/i]

"Come on...grab my hips..."

His hands moved on their own, almost, and he was barely aware of it until he felt his fingers digging into an ass as muscular and yet plush as his own. The cheeks parted, pulling his still-hard cock between them. He groaned at the odd heat between them, that pucker warmer than the scales around it.

"How long do you have, hot chocolate?" Daze asked.

"Couple hours...maybe four."

"That'll be enough, won't it?"

"Enough for what?"

"Enough to empty those fat balls up my ass...and for me to empty a few loads, too."

"Heh...try and stop me."

He didn't know that he wanted to fuck a scaly stud like this...but right then, he supposed he was 'discovering' all kinds of things that he wanted to do.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Riche gets a chance to be POV for a chapter, and this stud decides to just try everything...and be sampled of in return.

Tags: M/M, Human, Serpent, Hybrid, Coral Snake, Swimming Pool, Nudity, Exhibitionism, Oral, Rimming, Anal, Hotel, Mind Control, Corruption, Teasing, Supernatural, Competitive, Muscles, Orgasm, Cum, Tail, Coil, Hypnosis, Series,