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A Naga’s Mate

Written by: Screpter

Date: 28/11/2025

Content Warning : vore (cock), size difference, shrinking

Servita slithered her way through the trees, her light bronze colored scales reflecting the sunlight that seeped through the branches. The fallen leaves crumpled up and either got ground down under her body if they were still somewhat fresh, or broken into several smaller pieces if they were dry. She liked the sound they made, and she hummed a melody to herself while approaching the edge of the forest.

It has been a couple of months since Troven was let out of her stomach, after she waited too long to go on a hunt. For some reason, part of her wished he didn’t remember what she told him, but of course, he remembered. How did she know?

His first action once he woke up was to kiss her. Not a peck on her cheek or a friendly little kiss. Full on, tongue-invading, passionate kiss. She was so surprised, she curled up right then and there and just stared at him until he got her out of her stupor.

Since then, things have changed a little. For one, she began to wear a simple leather covering that hid and held up the fat sacks on her chest. It was a custom of her species to only cover them once someone was taken and was no longer looking for a mate. They had no real use, apart from being another rather strange fat storage. Some were big, some were small. Hers was right in the middle. The attractions of their males to these fat-sacks were varying. Some were fascinated by them, while others didn’t care or found them revolting.

It was hard to please a male of her species. Which is exactly why she was happy to have a mate who was easier to please.

Troven was nowhere to be seen yet, but when she arrived at the edge of the forest, which was fine, she arrived earlier than usual. That just allowed her to think more about him.

When Troven first saw her wearing her traditional covering, he was happy. He obviously knew what it meant. Of course, he wouldn’t show it, but his tail would never lie, and when he saw her, she practically expected it to fly off of him from the sheer speed. He clearly couldn’t stop it as they talked, so she did the only logical thing one would do: she wrapped him up tightly, then dragged him back to her home-cave.

A mating could only be called successful if both partners were satisfied with the other. The mating didn’t have to end with the formation of hatchlings in the mother. That had a ritual around it, and the female had to release certain chemicals to allow for it to happen. Apart from reproduction, mating had a much more important meaning for the Ssshasssao–her people.

If the first mating was a success, it would mean the mates chose well, and they would decorate their adornments as such. That meant the covering for her, and a necklace for Troven. From then on, each successful mating would add something special to them.

One of those could be a river-polished pebble that would show the patience and endurance of the mates, a physical manifestation of their willingness to take their time and experiment to see what their partner liked the most. A simple, yet meaningful show of care towards the other.

Another one would be flint, or a much rarer, priceless alternative, a piece of a rock that was split by lightning and polished smooth by hand. A thunder stone, as her mother called it. A show of fiery passion that meant to represent how much the mates craved the other, or, for the alternative…

Well, that was impossible to explain. Some would say it meant to represent the electrifying sensation of the merging of the mates. Others would say a show of dedication for one’s mate–after all, it took a long time to find such a stone, and even more to polish it properly. No one could truly decide on it; the only fact everyone could agree on was that it was very special. Special enough for her people to believe that once someone received such a stone, the mates would remain together until the end of their lives.

There were many others as well. From “spirit stones” (stones that would have colors flashing along their surface when the light hits them) to fossil stones (simple fossils, but with the meaning of a deeper, generational connection between the mates), all the way to shells (meant to be worn only on special occasions, due to their fragility) and waxed feathers (she honestly forgot the meaning of it).

If one of the partners weren’t satisfied? One would be removed from their adornment. A show of dissatisfaction needed to be of great worry for the other. And what better way to do that than letting others see you have one less decoration than you had yesterday?

Her leather covering and straps held twenty-seven of such things. Troven’s necklace held fifteen until they had to add bracelets for his ankles and wrists for the remaining twelve. He didn’t have to wear them; he wasn’t one of her people, and so, no one would have cared. And yet he did, ignoring the looks he got from people of his own.

Little to say, she had a hard time keeping herself from burying him in more. Neither of them had to remove one so far.

Oh, there he was!

The end of her tail shook excitedly as Servita kept her eyes on the approaching form of Troven, her two lower arms wrapping around her abdomen, while the top ones hastily made sure the leather piece and straps were in order. Her long body coiled and flexed, as if readying her for a lunge while she remained in place. As her mate approached, the polished thunder stone hung in the middle of his necklace, taking up the lowest and most prominent place. Her tongue flickered out, catching his scent.

“Servita. A sight to look forward to, as always.” He called out once he was close enough for his voice to be heard. Her tail slammed against the ground, and she slithered up to him, consciously keeping herself low to stay at his height.

“Troven. I’m ssso happy to sssee you.” She leaned closer and rubbed her snout against the side of his neck, which her mate was quick to reciprocate. Her lower hands took hold of his, while her upper ones cupped his cheeks as she stole a kiss from him. A gesture she learned from him.

“You remember you have to catch me off-guard to count like that, right?” He questioned with a smile. Whops.

She blinked, then he blinked back. Then they laughed, and she carefully pulled him into a hug.

“What’s on the agenda today?” She questioned curiously while she played around with the fur on the back of his neck with her fingers. The loose clothes he wore bothered her; they were alone now, and he didn’t need to wear them to cover himself. Not in front of her.

“Well, remember when I told you we could experiment a little?” Troven asked back while he pulled her lower hands around him, before moving his own to her sides. The contact between his pawpads and her scales brought her even more comfort. Her mate was here.

“Yessssss?” She intentionally extended her hiss, tilting her head to the side as her lower left hand moved to casually grab his butt. His tail wagged while he smiled.

“I was wondering, and I found out that these work on nagas. So I thought, we could have a little fun~” He growled at her! Playfully. But he growled at her!

She hissed at him. Then glanced down at his hand that disappeared in his pocket, before pulling out a small pill. Medicine?

“I’m sure you heard of it already. It’s a Morphing Pill. A shrinking one. I figured, why not shrink you for a bit? Maybe feed you to my cock, hm~? It could be fun.” He teased while nudging her neck with his snout.

Her mate lost his mind.

“I’m not prey to be melted by you.” She said while her lower right hand slipped under his shirt, lying flat against his side. “Perhapsss you forgot I have a long furnace in me I could use to melt you. Maybe you need a reminder of the feeling?” She hissed at him with what she hoped to come off as a teasing one, exposing her venom fangs while her tail moved to form a loose circle around him. He chuckled while shaking his head. Good, he wasn’t afraid.

“I never said anything about melting. But when you are small, you could never know~” He winked at her while moving a hand to rub her neck. She was quick to push the side of her face into his palm, her tongue flicking out in thought. She had to hold her neck at a strange angle for it, but he quickly corrected it by raising his paw higher. So sweet…

“Ssso… your idea of fun is to ‘feed me to your cock’, hm? Sssuch bravery, from ssuch a little wolf.” She was messing with him. Of course, she had to mess with him! Her curiosity was definitely awakened, and what he offered was most definitely a big experiment in their relationship. He'd better have the best river-polished pebble her kind has ever seen!

“I need to be brave when I have such a beautiful naga for a mate. How else could I ensure every single scale on your magnificent body shakes from pleasure?” Oh, the flatterer. If the adornments weren’t in the way, he would be squirming for breath in her coils.

She settled with a long hiss and a flick of her tongue against his snout.

“You are playing with fire, wolfie. If you are not careful, I will sneak into your home at night and give a reason for your neighbours to come over.” She was serious, and she knew he knew it. She did it once already. He clearly got the message, yet still had the galls to widen his smile.

“I have soundproofed my room as best as I could. You are welcome to come and see how well that works.”

She had no response to that. Her body wiggled in place while she felt herself getting worked up. He knew too well how to push her buttons, how not to give himself up too easily, which also seemed to entertain him greatly. Oh, she will make sure he will howl for her.

“Very well, my love. I will take the pill. Then I will make you squirm in pleasure until you howl my name.” Her promise clearly caught him off guard, and she allowed herself a victorious hiss while she inched away from him. Her hands moved to her back with practiced ease, and she pulled off her leather covering, exposing the ‘breasts’ Troven seemed to admire so much. Even now, she could see his eyes roaming along them, then her body, which made her feel warm and shift in place.

“Are you going to get rid of those thingsss you call clothing, or should I tear them off?” She questioned with a flick of her tail and chuckled when he began to hastily remove them, careful not to accidentally tear his necklace and bracelets. They can be repaired, but damaging them would show little care for them.

She took the pill from him while he undressed and held it up to her eyes. With their difference in size, it was so small that she wouldn’t need any water with it. But the more she looked at it, knowing what it was, formed a surprisingly nervous pit in her stomach. Something deep within her, perhaps the old, inherited instincts of the past, did not like what she was holding. She never took a Morphing Pill before, but she did hear of them, and this wasn’t fear of the unknown. This was something deeper, something she couldn't possibly know. She will have to ask around.

She shook her head, then glanced at Troven. He was fiddling around with one of the bracelets that got stuck in his pants. With a deep breath, she turned back to the pill and dropped it into her mouth. She expected the sour or disgusting taste of medicine. What she got was a neutral taste with a hint of mint.

Huh.

“Ssso… how do you know it worksss on me?” She questioned while slithering back to him, watching as he neatly arranged his clothes next to her leather covering. Her hands moved to sink into his fur, two rubbing along his chest and shoulders, while the lower two roamed along his belly and hips. His fur always felt so smooth and fluffy, but as the weather got colder, it started to become even denser. Even now, it almost swallowed up her hands completely.

He closed the distance between them, and–after pushing the necklace behind his back–Servita was quick to snuggle up to him. The contact between his dense fur and her smooth scales filled her with familiar comfort, and she was quick to snuggle up to him as close as she could. Her ‘breasts’ pressed up against his chest, spilling out to the side. She could immediately feel his heartbeat rising, and while his face didn’t show it, he was already getting worked up.

“I asked the clerk at the shop. He said it should definitely work on your species. Something about long years of testing with those who live in the cities. That was enough for me; they have been working in this field for decades, after all.” Troven explained while he kept an arm wrapped around her side, his other handpaw rubbed along her hip and where a bipedal’s ass would be. Her snout rested gingerly against his while they looked into each other’s eyes.

“Interesssting.” She responded softly, her body slowly shifting and twisting around in place. It appeared the pill was quick to begin working, and she noticed the gradual shrinking of her body. It felt very strange and slightly distressing.

To keep her thoughts occupied with something else, she angled her head and sealed their lips together, her tongue slipping forward to meet with his. Their saliva mixed while their tongues writhed and twisted around each other. Her tongue was thinner in its width, but was thicker all around and longer, which made it easy to wrap it around his.

She allowed herself a small smirk when Troven was the first one to moan. She could already feel his growing member press somewhere against her tail, which made her realize she was holding herself up by holding onto him. His arms also provided some help, and she let out a surprised hiss when everything suddenly got dark around her. A questioning him escaped Troven when his tongue slipped out of her mouth due to becoming too big and ran along her head and neck.

She pulled her head out of his maw and hissed at him. He laughed before apologising for the sudden dip into his mouth. She gave him a suspicious glare, then watched as she continued to shrink. She had to change her hold on his fur many times, while Troven only had to change his once, then watch as she shrank right into his palm. When she finally stopped shrinking, she was about thirty centimeters in length and not even as thick as one of his fingers.

She looked up at him and was met with clear adoration in his eyes. Her tail coiled under her, while the end of it curled around one of his fingers. She suddenly felt incredibly vulnerable. But she was in safe, trusted hands that brought pleasure to her many times. He will keep her safe no matter what, and she knew it.

“You know you look incredibly adorable at this size, right?” He murmured while lifting her to his face and pushing his snout against her chest. She flicked her tongue out at him while placing her hands on the sides of his muzzle.

“Don’t play with fire, wolfie. I may be sssmall, but I can still bite.” She hissed at him, but he only seemed to be even more entertained by her.

“No point in denying it.” She said softly before poking his tongue out and licking along her front. A thin sheet of saliva stuck to her scales, and she wiggled in place again. It was a very… strange, but not bad feeling. She had to experience it more to decide if she liked it or not. But they were doing an entirely different experiment now.

“Well then, Troven… Dare to put me clossse to your most sssenssitive part~?” She questioned with a teasing hiss, squeezing his finger and pushing his muzzle away. His deep chuckle shook her bones as he began to lower her.

“As you wish, my dear naga.” He responded. His smell was stronger than before, and the more she was lowered, the more she could feel his musk filling the air around her. Soon she passed his belly and reached his crotch, coming face-to-face with his throbbing member. He seemed to be quite worked up over the idea, as he was already leaking pre that dribbled onto the ground. And as she moved closer, she felt the sheer heat that radiated off of it.

She wasn’t cold-blooded. Her species has never been. Of course, the occasional lazing around in the sun felt nice and all, but they didn’t need a heat source.

But this? This heat drew her closer, close enough to place her four hands on his tip. His shaft jolted, and the tip almost hit her in the head, but she pulled away just in time to avoid that. Troven apologised, but she didn’t listen to it as she moved closer, then hoisted herself up and wrapped her tail around his shaft. She was able to wrap her tail around it a total of three times, while also leaving her enough to hold herself in front of his shaft.

Above her, Troven gasped in surprise before chuckling, placing a finger on her coils while wrapping the rest of his fingers around his shaft. She hummed while slowly sliding her coils along what she could reach, squeezing occasionally while listening to his reactions. He seemed to like it.

She leaned closer to the hole on his tip, the overwhelming smell of his musk and pre-cum filling her lungs and making her head dizzy. She was never affected this hard by his smell before, but right now, it was becoming all she could think of. Her tongue flicked out to taste his pre. The taste was salty and strong, and before she could realize it, she was licking along the edge of it. Her coils flexed and relaxed over and over around his shaft as she slowly wrapped her lips around his very tip, and her tongue pushed into the hole.

His moan was like an earthquake for her while she felt him slowly rub along his shaft as he made out with his cocktip. She moaned with him while she rubbed along the head with her four hands, her body jolting up with his cock as it throbbed. She swallowed the pre-cum he was releasing and found herself getting filled up quickly, until she had to pull back, panting. Her tongue, her mouth, even the edges of her lips were coated in it. Even her chest and abdomen began to be covered as he leaked.

“You feel… You already feel great down there. And you are not even inside.” Troven chuckled while he panted slightly, watching her with a wide smile on his muzzle. She returned the smile, then shifted a bit as she thought about how to do this exactly. Does she just… begin to push her head inside? Maybe her tail would be a better start?

Wouldn’t this hurt him? No, he wouldn’t have brought it up if it did. Well, only one way to find out if they liked this…

She took a deep breath, then began to push her snout against the hole on his tip. To her surprise, her head began to slip inside without much resistance, and she quickly closed her eyes as her head disappeared into his shaft.

She expected the heat she would feel, but it still surprised her. While she continued to push herself in, the shaft throbbed around her, and she was sucked in deeper. Her tail loosened around his shaft while his moan reverberated through his flesh and into her body. She began to wiggle slightly, which seemed to be the right thing to do, as his cock throbbed again and again, each time pulling more of her inside.

In a few seconds, she was being moved downwards, and her head entered what she assumed to be his ballsacks, while the end of her tail just began to disappear inside him. As she took a breath, the strong smell of his cum filled her lungs, and she shivered. Her body gradually slipped into his sacks, sinking into the warm, sticky cum all around her while she moaned. She didn’t know when, but her fingers were at her slit now, sinking under the scales that hid it away and stimulating her sensitive insides.

The end of her tail dropped down into the cum all around her, and she found herself shifting and writhing around inside the slick confines of his sacks. She reached her climax surprisingly fast as she gasped, before letting her head sink under the pool of cum.

Outside, Troven had to lean against a tree while moaning, his knees shaking while he rubbed along his shaft. He had never done this before with a naga, only with other people who also had a bipedal body structure like him. And even then, since he had gotten together with Servita, he hadn’t really been together with any of his usual friends; he would have had such fun otherwise. Of course, getting eaten or eating someone was slightly different, but even that was rarer. He had yet to talk about it to Servita.

Due to that, it hit him particularly hard as Servita slid inside him completely. Prior to coming here, he took a pill to make it possible to cock vore someone, and he could feel how much her body sagged his sacks down. It only took him to reach down and cup his own sacks to feel her inside. He smiled while panting, pushing himself away from the tree and moving towards a tree stump while he rubbed his shaft.

“Hope you had fun in there, love. Time to get you out now. You can spend more time inside later, if you want.” He said while running his tongue along his teeth. He leaned over the stump to use it as support, and he began to jerk himself off, grunting as pleasure traveled up his spine.

He could feel Servita moving inside while his knots felt painfully tight, his cock throbbing as he was getting closer to his climax. It didn’t take long for him to reach it, letting out a howling moan while he painted the trunk white with his seed. He could feel his sacks tighten around his mate, and sensed when she began to slip back into his shaft.

When he looked down at her, he stifled a laugh as he crouched down, watching as Servita carefully lifted her upper body, swaying dazedly in place. She shook her head, sending droplets of cum flying all around before wiping her eyes and finally looking up at him. They looked at each other until she decided to speak.

“This wasss… certainly sssomething. But what a wassste of good cum.” She said, almost sounding unsure about herself. He felt his ears lowering slightly while looking at her.

“I don’t think it was a waste.” He tried to say with a wink. But he had to ask. “Did you not like it?” She remained silent for a few seconds before answering.

“I liked it. I would like to experience it again.” Her answer lifted a weight from his shoulders as he smiled. Then, he reached out and poked her side with a fingerpad.

“It fits you, you know. Being all covered like that in my cum~” His teasing was answered by an indignant, but playful hiss from her. He chuckled.

They will have quite the fun from now on...