Warmth
A snake decides to get warm by using a few "volunteers."
Written for Zsisron's hypno story contest: http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/2657324/
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The bedroom was a mess. Even the yellowed, cracked tape holding the ancient posters to the walls didn't want to be there. The room wasn't particularly large. A single rectangular window set high on the wall across from the bed let in a shaft of bright sunlight. Outside, the view was sparse: a dirty, cracked sidewalk and, across the street, a few decrepit shops in a long-abandoned strip mall. Ice clung to the sidewalks and street. The corners of the window were stuffed with rags and newspapers, preventing any drafts. A thermometer taped to the window from the outside showed the temperature as negative fifteen.
Four space heaters surrounded the bed. Each was set on high. Two were on the floor; the other two sat on nightstands near the head of the bed. The bed itself was large and old. The heavy quilt cover surrounded a ball in the center of the bed. The quilt was chosen for warmth, not style - it was ugly, faded, ripped, and stained, spilling down in several places, but still heavy.
The entire room sweltered, close to eighty-five degrees. Heat waves shimmered in front of the space heaters, which filled the room in an orange glow. The shaft of sunlight hit the center of the bed, piercing the haze of heat.
A long, brown, scaled arm pushed from under the cover. Fingers twisted and flexed, then the hand pulled back in. More bulges under the blanket as whoever it was moved around, stretching and working themselves out of their deep sleep.
Besides the gentle hum of the electronic space heaters, all was silent in the room until the loud blare of an alarm clock pierced the air. The brown hand lifted, rose, then slammed down on the snooze button, nearly cracking the plastic case of the black alarm clock next to the space heater.
The arm flopped down over the side of the bed before pulling back under the covers.
Ten minutes later, the hand slammed back down.
Ten minutes after that, the alarm clock was in pieces on the other end of the room, landing with a clatter among the pieces of other previously broken clocks.
A loud groan from under the covers, more movement. Two brown hands pushed from under the quilt towards the headboard, then curled around the fabric. The fingers were long, slender, coated in tight-knit tan scales. A single black scale covered the top of each fingertip.
The hands pulled down, revealing the head and shoulders of a tan snake. The king cobra's sand-colored muzzle was smooth and blunt. Nostrils flared at the end of the bridge of his squared-off muzzle. The scales on his chin and the underside of his neck were lighter, an off-white yellow color. They spread around his neck, interrupted at the base by a band of darker brown.
The cobra's hood flared out as he yawned, showing off a deep mouth. His fangs were folded back, giving his mouth a lip-less look. The inside of the hood was almost black, with two yellow rings on either side. The hood tightened down his neck, until it met his broad, muscular shoulders.
The hood flattened again, though it added some to the thickness of his already wide neck. The cobra's arms stretched out and he flexed, then shivered and grunted. His fingers pushed the blanket down further, revealing his smooth, heavily-defined chest and deeply-cut belly. The yellow scales continued down his chest and stomach, with darker brown scales running up his sides. A band of brown crossed his stomach and chest, one at his ribcage and one halfway down his smooth stomach.
The blankets slid further off the cobra's body and he shivered, cold despite the overwhelming heat of the space heaters. A pair of light green boxers clung to his hips, outlining the thick, powerful muscles in his thighs as well as a heavy masculine bulge. The cobra kicked the rest of the blankets off his legs and let out a hiss as the heat lamps glowed, warming him up.
Markus sighed and wondered silently again why he decided moving to a city with winters like this was a good idea.
The cobra slipped out of the bed and hurried into the hallway, which was unheated and cold. The door to the bathroom was open and he rushed inside. He hissed at the drop in temperature as he turned on the hot water in the shower, then relieved himself. By the time he finished, the shower was steaming up the room. He draped his towel across the sink and jumped into the scalding water.
Cleaning was easy - besides checking for peeling skin, the snake needed only a minute or two to soap and rinse his smooth body. But the hot water felt good. He leaned forward and pushed his head under the spout so that the water ran down the back of his neck and hood, then down his shoulders. His backside rippled, strong and sinuous, as the water ran over his hips and round ass. His tail flexed back and forth - it was large at the base, but thin at the tip, and was about as long as he was tall.
For close to twenty minutes, Markus stayed in the shower. Soaking himself in near-boiling water was the only way he felt warm during the interminable winter months. Truly cold days like this one came around only for a week or so each year, but they felt endless to the cobra, who's cold-blooded body was chilled even on moderately nice days with temperatures in the '50s and '60s.
Maybe it was time to find some bed-warmers, the cobra thought. Just one or two. It wouldn't pay to go overboard like last time and draw too much attention. That was how he ended up here in the first place.
* * *
Benny glared at his roommate. The tall horse drove his fist into his palm and stamped his left hoof, snorting through flared nostrils. The paint stallion wore a red sweater with "Fighting Bobcats" printed in large gold text across the front and matching sweatpants. The equine was tall enough that tips of his ears nearly brushed against the ceiling of the small dorm room he shared with Jared, an English Sheepdog. The canine glanced up at him, shrugged, and rolled onto his side in his bed, facing the wall away from Benny.
"You turn the heat down during the night one more time and I swear to God I'll use you as a blanket!"
Jared rolled onto his backside. His long, thick, springy fur jostled every which way as he growled at the horse. The sheepdog wasn't exactly fat, but he wasn't exactly in shape either - nothing like Benny, at least, who had a very well defined body from years of grueling workouts for the wrestling and football teams. The only teams Jared was on were for chess and card games. The sheepdog wore only a pair of thin boxer briefs, though with all his fur it'd be hard to see his maleness anyways. He used a shaggy paw to lift a bundle of hair out of his eyes.
"Just put on another blanket and quit whining," Jared grumbled. "Here, take mine - I don't use it anyways."
The sheepdog kicked his feet, sending the folded comforter at the bottom of his bed onto the floor at Benny's feet. The horse glared at him for another minute, then stooped down to pick it up. He wrapped it around his shoulders and snorted.
"Just leave it at 68. For me. As a favor. I'll drive you to the music store whenever you want."
Jared shook his head. "66."
"67. And I'll buy you a vinyl."
Jared glanced at the bookshelf next to his desk at the foot of his bed. Besides textbooks and boxes of cards from a trading card game, there was a sizable collection of old-school vinyl records.
"Deal."
"Thank God." Benny went to the thermostat and dialed it up from 62 with a sigh of relief, then pulled his chair out from his desk and sat down.
The dorm room was too small for two normal-sized people, but for Benny and Jared it was extra tiny. The sheepdog had a wide, thick-set body. Benny was big all over. They had opted against bunking the beds to get more room since neither wanted to take the top bunk, so they'd put the beds in the corners far from the door, leaving an alley between them. Their matching desks and dressers and bookshelves were piled at the end of the beds, around the door.
Jared rolled out of bed and stood, then grabbed his towel and toothbrush. "Let's go to the music store after classes, then."
Benny stabbed at the power button on his laptop. "Fine! Whatever..."
"What time are your classes done?"
"2:30. See you for lunch?"
"Sure."
Despite their bickering, the two were friends - it was easier to get over their differences when they had such a small space to live in. Jared helped Benny keep his grades up so that he wouldn't go on academic suspension and get kicked out of his sports. Benny tried to get Jared to the gym with him, but the sheepdog usually had an excuse ready.
They were both seniors. Living on campus wasn't cool for either of them, but they were both broke. Jared worked in the dining hall - thus scoring free food for lunch and dinner - and Benny relied on a monthly check from his parents to cover the cost of books, food, and entertainment - and gas for his car, a luxury Jared couldn't afford.
After their classes, they met in the parking lot at Benny's car. The stallion was bundled in a pair of blue jeans, heavy black boots over his hooves, scarf, hat, and long green ski jacket. Jared, by contrast, had only a t-shirt on with some long khaki pants. His only concession to the weather was a pair of fingerless gloves and boots over his feet.
"You're gonna freeze to death," Benny snapped, more out of annoyance at the canine's ability to stay warm than any worry about his roommate getting too cold.
"Nah, s'why I got all this," Jared said, patting his round belly.
"Car's warmed up, let's go."
They talked about their classes on the way over. Benny followed the directions Jared gave him, until they pulled up in front of a run-down house. The roof was hidden under a heavy layer of snow. Smoke puffed out of a bent chimney hanging precariously off the side of the brick house. A sign over the front porch read "MENTAL MUSIC" in a font Benny found especially hippy-dippy. Oranges and reds and greens swirled around the letters in circles and strokes, with no real pattern to it.
"This is the place?" Benny asked skeptically.
"Yeah, a friend told me about it. They specialize in foreign music, hard to find vinyls and stuff. I guess there's a new owner or something and he's got a sale going on a lot of the old stuff," Jared said. "A guy on a music forum posted about it."
"Well, let's go check it out, I guess."
* * *
The front door chimed. Markus cursed and stood up, banging his head on a low shelf. He cursed again, set down his book, and grabbed his parka. The cobra took refuge from the chilly front rooms of the storefront in a closet in the back, which he kept at near 90 degrees with three space heaters on full blast. As he headed towards the front, he pulled on the parka, which was lined with thick fake white fur. It was heavy and made it awkward to walk around, but the hood of the parka fit over his natural hood more comfortably then other coats.
The closet was in a short hallway. Stairs leading up were at the end of the hallway. Markus cast a glance upwards with distaste - the upstairs wasn't heated at all. Another door led downstairs, to the bedroom in the basement where he slept surrounded by space heaters. The front of the shop had more space heaters and the fireplace, a large brick one. The first thing Markus did when he bought the store was rip out the drywall and wood hiding the fireplace. He liked the effect it had on the storefront and especially the heat it generated in winter.
A very large horse and a round ball of fur were browsing the racks of CDs, cassettes, and vinyls. Markus took a position behind the desk and nodded at them from the depths of his parka. He watched as the horse took off his coat, revealing a tight sweater underneath with the logo and mascot of the local college on it. The equine was a handsome specimen of his kind, Markus thought, yellow eyes glinting. All height and muscles. His dark brown face was interrupted by a splash of lighter tan - presumably the coloring continued down the rest of his body. The cobra's sensitive tongue flicked out, tasting the horse's scent.
The other male was not in as good of shape, but that didn't matter. Markus found himself staring at the sheepdog and flicking his tongue in and out rapidly. He imagined himself sliding his fingers through all that glorious fur, just as a moment earlier he'd imagined getting a feel for the equines muscular chest.
Markus shivered. It was like the gods were tempting him. A big, muscular, beefy male and a canine with the thickest, warmest coat he'd ever laid eyes on. He imagined himself underneath the sheepdog, surrounded by that thick white fur...
The cobra snapped back to reality as he realized someone was talking.
"Sorry, one more time?" he said, focusing his eyes on the horse.
"I said, do you have any modern stuff?"
Markus pulled the hood of his parka down and grinned. "No, sorry - I don't get enough customers looking for new stuff to bother keeping much of it around."
The cobra grinned slightly when he saw the horse take a step back. Cobras were not common this far north and he often found himself the subject of a peculiar stare when out and about. He didn't really mind, though, as he found discussing his species made for an excellent icebreaker.
"Hey, do you have anything by... oh, what's the name of that band, they've got three cats and a rabbit in it," Jared asked, looking through the racks of vinyl records. "Can't remember what they were called."
"Crabbits," Markus said, coming out from behind the counter. He led Jared to a section of the racks while Benny wandered around, coat looped over his arm. The big horse looked at the vinyls and posters hanging around the walls, then at the items in the case when those proved boring.
"Here it is," Markus said, lifting out a record. "On sale today."
It wasn't, but Markus needed to get the sheepdog talking and interested in listening to some music.
"You can listen to it here. Actually, I've got a record you may like, if you want to listen to it after," Markus said.
"Sounds good!" Jared said, grinning. He put on the large headphones as Markus set the record into the player. The sheepdog was soon bobbing his head and tapping his foot as the music played.
"No scratches, nice," the canine said, pulling the headphones off. "I'll take it. My friend here is buying. I can only afford this one today, though."
Markus nodded at the scowling equine, who cast a dirty look at the canine.
"Well, listen to it anyways and see if you like it. If you do, I'll hold it for you until you can come back another day," Markus said. He moved behind the counter and pulled out a vinyl from under the glass. The cover was brown with hints of scale-like details. There was no name on it.
Jared put the headphones back on as Markus played the vinyl. The snake watched with delight as the atonal chords filled the sheepdog's ears. Almost immediately, Jared's eyes took on a glassy look. He swayed slightly, but not in time with the lilting, strange melodies from the record. The music was ethereal, at once harsh and gentle, rhythmic and completely strange. Harp, flute, brass, and other instruments mixed together with synthesized notes.
Markus grinned. It was almost too easy. Now to distract the friend so the record could do its work.
"You play football for the Mac, don't you?" he asked, using the slang term for MacDonald University.
Benny looked up at him. "Yeah, a defensive tackle. I wrestle too."
"Oh, how interesting! Heavyweight, obviously."
Markus kept the horse talking for almost half an hour. He steered the conversation towards the horse's personal life, and Jared's, asking about their living arrangements and their coursework. He kept his eyes locked on Benny's, forcing the stallion to stare back at him, knowing the power in his vision. The cobra flexed his thick, sinuous neck slowly back and forth and was pleased to see the stallion's long muzzle follow.
Something thumped the glass behind Markus, breaking the light spell he'd woven over the horse, but not before he managed to slip a few subliminals in. Nothing strong, just enough to make the horse think of him and the store now and again. To keep his strong yellow eyes in the back of Benny's mind.
They both looked at Jared, who had stumbled forward against the glass counter top. The sheepdog pulled off the headphones slowly and shook his head, breathing hard.
"Wow... that's... interesting music," he mumbled, scratching behind one ear. His drooping tail picked up. "Who did you say it was by?"
"The Cobra Chorus. Local band from where I used to live," Markus said. He stopped the record player and slipped the vinyl back into its sleeve, then handed Jared a plastic bag with his Crabbits record.
"Thank you both for coming by. Please come again!" He stared at Jared and repeated himself, forcing the words into the canine's suggestible brain. The record lulled its listeners into an unsuspecting, light trance, complete with under-volume subliminal messages Markus recorded himself. "Come again, anytime."
"Yeah... I think... I think I will," Jared said. He stared at the cobra, unable for a moment to tear his gaze away from those large yellow eyes. "I will."
The two left, both silent, leaving Markus by himself in the shop. He waited for the door to close before putting a few more logs on the burning fireplace. He hurried back to his makeshift den in the closet, where the temperature was a good twenty degrees warmer than in the main shop. A smile played across his broad, squared-off muzzle and he flicked his tongue a few times, still able to taste the scent of the two males in the air. He smiled and hissed as he dropped his parka onto the floor and rubbed his long fingers together in front of a space heater.
Soon he'd be sleeping very warmly indeed.
* * *
A few days later, Jared came back from classes. The dorm room was empty - Benny was at practice or working out or something. The big sheepdog kicked off his boots and pulled off his shirt, then slumped into the chair at his desk. Thick gray fur covered his sides and back from the shoulders down, a sharp contrast to the white on the rest of his body. He grabbed his large headphones and was about to flick on the record player when his eyes flicked over to a white plastic bag leaning against the side of the desk. The record he'd purchased from the cobra at the strange music store. Funny, he'd forgotten all about it.
He grinned and pulled it out of the sleeve. The cover of the vinyl featured three tuxedo cats in tuxedos posing around a white rabbit in a long, glittering red dress. Two of the cats had guitars and one had a pair of drumsticks. The rabbit held a microphone between her ample breasts. They looked more like an old-time jazz quartet than a punk band, except for their hairstyles. All three cats had crazy spiked hair while the rabbit had shaved between her ears until the pink of her skin showed.
He lifted out the record and put it on the player, fastened his headphones securely, and flipped it on. At the first chord of the opening punk anthem, he groaned and bit his lower lip. A wave of bliss swept over him and he sagged further in the chair. His khaki carpenter shorts bulged. The sheepdog found himself groping his chest and stomach, rubbing his long fur, digging his fingers into it, and all the while imagining... the cobra?
Jared never masturbated to guys. He was secure enough to admire other men - like Benny - who put the time into looking so good. But he'd never fantasized about another male. Not like he was now.
His short white ears, hidden in the huge fluff of fur around his head and neck, twitched as he imagined a thin tongue flicking into them. He groaned again and shifted one shaggy paw down to his crotch, where his maleness tented his shorts. As the music filled his ears, he unzipped his shorts and reached down inside, grasping himself. Every touch filled him with more bliss, until he felt like he was floating above the world, wrapped in warmth and security. He moaned loudly and stroked himself, squeezing his thick erection in his large paw.
As the music pulled him deeper into a trance-like state, he squeezed himself again and shuddered. He wanted to keep going, to finish. He was so close, just a few more strokes and he'd experience nirvana. But something stopped him. Something niggled at Jared's brain, worming around inside, telling him not to. He wasn't supposed to do that, not yet.
Reluctantly, the sheepdog's paw withdrew from his shorts. His cock ached and he whimpered, but re-did the button-fly. Panting, he watched a wet spot appeared on the crotch of his shorts as his throbbing cock jerked inside his boxers.
Why had he stopped? He frowned and opened his eyes. Visions of smooth scales sliding against his thick pelt vanished into a confused muddle. He sat up straight and pulled off the headphones. The record player clicked rhythmically, needle bumping against the center spindle. Had he just listened to the whole album?
He couldn't remember a single note.
* * *
Benny grunted loudly and forced his arms out. Sweat poured down his face and neck as he strained his arms. The horse's barrel chest flexed, pecs bulging outwards, as he locked his elbows straight.
He lowered the bar slowly, fitting it back into its holder above him. The big stallion panted as he sat up.
"Hey, good work, Benny. I gotta run - have a date tonight. You finished?"
Benny shook his head at his friend Bryan, another defensive tackle on the football team. The skunk was massive for his species, ripped from head to foot. Despite being less than six feet tall, he'd earned his spot on the team by out-training, out-hitting, and out-tackling every other defensive lineman during tryouts.
"No, I'm gonna do a little cardio to cool down," Benny said, standing and flexing. "I'll see you later."
"Take it easy!" Bryan called as he jogged off to the lockers.
Benny glanced around. It was dinner time. The weight room was deserted except for him. He grabbed his towel and water bottle, then headed up the stairs outside the door to the main floor of the gym, where a long red track circled a few volleyball courts. It was also empty. He followed the wall to another set of stairs on the other side of the gym and climbed them.
The cardio machines lined the balcony overlooking the gym floor. Stair climbers, bicycles, rowing machines, and even a small weight-lifting area with a multi-purpose stack-style weight machine. Benny ignored it and headed for the two treadmills at the far end of the balcony. They were larger than normal with an overly thick belt designed to absorb hoof strikes.
Each machine had a sophisticated audio-visual component. A small LCD screen to watch movies or TV and a DVD player. There was a cable hookup, but Benny didn't like watching anything while he ran - the picture jumped around too much. Instead, he navigated to the music channels and put on some classic rock.
He put his earbuds in, set the speed and timer, started up the treadmill, and hit play. The treadmill was at a steady, regular pace - not too fast, just enough to cool off from the strenuous upper-body workout he just put in.
As the first notes of the rock song reached his ear drums, the horse's legs wobbled. Benny's fingers grasped the guard rails on either side of him to keep from sagging. After a moment, though, his legs moved regularly again. The horse's eyes closed as a pleasant, blissful feeling spread through him. He forgot all about his rough workout, his sore muscles, and even how he was running on a treadmill. Instead, he thought about... the cobra?
Tendrils of pleasure squirmed down his chest, into the pit of his belly, and spread quickly to his thick sheath and heavy nuts, which swung against his pumping thighs as he ran. His loose nylon gym shorts quickly filled with a thick piece of horse cock. Benny groaned as pleasure ran through him, tingling his aching shoulders. He imagined soft-scaled fingers working over his brown and tan flesh, massaging him. His ears twitched at the feel of a skinny tongue invading them. His tail flicked up and down and he groaned as sweat ran down his backside into the crack of his rear.
He imagined heat. Warmth. Grinding into a firm, scaled body, wrapping his arms around the cold body and warming it with his mouth, his chest, his cock. It felt so good and he panted harder, cock flopping up and down inside his shorts. He could feel an ache building in his loins, balls churning with need as he felt himself get hotter, warmer. The hotter he felt, the better he felt.
Something told him to stop, though. Not to find release, not to waste his warmth. He had to save it and do it the right way. Benny groaned and tipped his head back, pumped his legs harder as he grew ever closer to orgasm. Fabric wrapped around his thick, flared cockhead, teasing so urgently as his heavy balls jangled over his thighs. He had to... but he couldn't.
Benny's eyes flew open as he lurched forward. He let out a pained squeal as his heavy cock and nuts hit the steel bar holding up the TV set and treadmill controls. He clutched at his aching balls and blinked, realizing the timer had stopped the treadmill automatically. He'd just ran for 45 minutes and hadn't noticed.
Thick dark spots formed in his shorts as pre pumped out of the shaft. Benny shuddered and looked around, but fortunately he was still alone. He hoped he wouldn't run into anyone on the way to the lockers - there was no way to hide his erection in his baggy pants, and he wouldn't be able to get it to go down for a while because he couldn't cum.
The thought seemed weird for a moment, that he wasn't allowed to cum, but something told him not to worry, not to follow that train of thought any longer, and to remember what it felt like while fantasizing about the cobra's long, slender fingers and firm, muscular body, and all that heat...
His cock flexed, aching, demanding release. Benny's fingers twitched, but the stallion only readjusted his cock so that the waistband held it up vertically. With his towel in front of him, he could hopefully hide it enough to get back to the locker room and take a cold shower.
No... not a cold shower. A very hot shower. Very, very hot.
* * *
Marcus shivered and pulled his huge quilt around his shoulders. He'd moved an extra space heater into the basement bedroom. The forecast for tonight called for extreme cold and lots of snow. The cobra hissed as he imagined icy tendrils sneaking in through the window and wrapped himself in his blanket and curled into the bed. The door to his messy bedroom was plugged up with clothes, preventing any drafts from the chill hallway.
Under the covers in the stifling heat, he smiled, imagining what the canine and equine were going through by now. It had been three days, ample time for the subliminal suggestions he'd left to kick in. The cobra's yellow eyes blinked slowly in the heat as he waited.
* * *
The evening was uncomfortable. Jared felt lethargic. He'd taken a hot shower after listening to the record. The heat of the scalding shower made him hard all over again, but though his cock ached, he felt no compulsion for release. After the shower, he luxuriated in the blow dryer, until his cock felt like it could go off just from the dry air. He was in bed early, before 10 p.m.
Benny got home around 9 p.m. and came back from his own shower just as Jared was trying to sleep. The sheepdog rolled onto his belly to hide the erection tormenting him and grunted at Benny's greeting. The stallion walked funny and held his towel in a bundle over his crotch. He put on his sweatpants and quickly slid into his own bed.
They lay in the darkness, neither able to sleep, until Jared's voice broke the stillness.
"Can you turn the heat up?" he asked, voice a quiet murmur.
"Yeah."
Benny sighed as he turned the dial to 70. He paused, then cranked it to 75. He had wanted more heat ever since he came into the bedroom. He flopped back into his bad and rolled onto his side - in the dark, he wasn't as worried about Jared seeing the erection throbbing inside his sweatpants, soaking the fabric in pre-cum.
As the heat rose, both males sighed and closed their eyes. They didn't know it, but both dreamed of the same thing: dry heat, smooth scales, and yellow eyes.
The next morning, Jared woke first. His cock burned with need. He reached down and came away with a sticky paw. His crotch and the bed were soaked in pre-cum, most of it fresh. His dreams confused him - they were full of warmth and browns and yellows. The memory of large eyes faded slowly as he smacked his muzzle. He felt even more lethargic and blissful than ever, especially in the stifling room.
Benny was much the same. His sweatpants had a huge dark circle on the front and his bare belly was caked in crusted, dried pre-cum. The horse stood up groggily and tottered out of the room, shivering at the cold bite of the hallway. He returned a few minutes later and curled back into his bed, pulling both blankets around him.
Jared went next. When he returned, he was shivering violently. The sheepdog dug around in his closet until he found a heavy sweater, one he'd received as a present. He'd never worn it, not having the need, but now he felt as though he would never feel warm again.
The sheepdog's alarm clock went off. It was set to the radio.
"-cold one out there, folks! Bundle up, because the thermometer is at a record-setting minus twenty-four and it's only gonna get colder! We're expecting even more snow today after the two feet of fluff Mother Nature dropped on us last night! Snow plows are working overtime, but if you don't have to be on the roads, the city is asking you to stay home! Now for the school closings..."
Jared reached out and turned off the radio. His teeth chattered as he curled up in his bed.
"I'm not going to class today," the sheepdog said. "It's too cold."
Benny grinned and peeked his head out from under the blankets. "Too cold even for you? Then I'm definitely staying here in bed."
"I'm not staying here, though." Jared's voice sounded far off, like he was thinking of something else.
"Where are you going?"
"I need a ride, Benny."
The stallion was about to protest, but his muzzle clamped shut when he heard where the canine wanted to go. His dick hardened anew and he could only nod.
It took four tries, but the equine's old car grumbled into life. The two males sat in the front, shivering and quaking, until the car heater brought the temperature up. Neither wanted to get out to scrape the windows, so they waited until the heat rose enough to melt the frost and ice away.
Jared was wrapped up in three t-shirts and the sweater, as well as two pairs of sweatpants and his boots. He'd borrowed an extra hat and gloves from Benny. The horse had his coat, hat, gloves, and three more layers besides.
They drove slowly through the deserted streets. Thick snow covered everything. The wind howled outside the car, buffeting them with more gusts of flurries. Jared turned on the radio, but when the announcer mentioned the wind chill he quickly turned it off.
Neither spoke during the drive to the music store, or when they parked as close as they could get in the snowed-out street. They glanced at each other apprehensively, then looked at the dark house. The only light came from a small window to the side of the stairs leading up to the front porch.
"Is it open?"
"Let's find out."
They tramped through the snow, fighting through the cold that chilled their bodies. By the time they reached the door, they were huddling together for warmth and stomping their feet to get the wet slush off their boots. Jared pounded on the door after the handle wouldn't turn.
Down in the basement, a blunt brown muzzle broke into a huge grin. Markus's hood flared and he hissed exuberantly as he heard the knocking. It had to be them.
The cobra slipped out of his bed and into some clothes, including his oversized parka, then steeled himself. He opened the door to his bedroom and grunted at the rush of cold air that met him. He moved fast, up the stairs and to the front door, leaving the lights off as he went. He shivered when he saw the dead fireplace and tried to ignore the howling wind outside.
He barely got the door open before the canine and equine tumbled inside. He stepped aside as they came in, then shut the door quickly behind them. He could hear their teeth chattering and hissed again.
"Sorry if you're closed, but we... we wanted to..."
Jared broke off, confused, as though he couldn't remember.
Benny stared at Markus, eyes wide, lips pulled together, arms hugging his broad chest. The cobra stared at them from the depths of his parka hood, yellow eyes large and unblinking.
"You wanted to listen to some music?" he suggested.
Both nodded and Markus grinned. "Follow me."
He led them down the steps and into his bedroom. The stifling heat of the nearly 90-degree room set them both at ease, as though it was the first time they'd ever felt warm.
Markus took off his coat and went over to the record player in the corner. He took out the record he'd played for Jared and set it up. As the atonal rhythms filled the room, Jared's eyes went glassy and he stumbled forward. Benny, who hadn't heard the music before, stood transfixed.
Markus waited and watched, until he was sure they were both in light trances. The cobra breathed hard, excited, and sat on the edge of his bed. He pulled his blanket around him tightly as the two swayed in front of him.
"Look at me," he said. When they were, he stared at them, one after another, eyes wide, ensuring they were focused on him and him alone.
He took his time with them, putting them under deeper and deeper. Benny, especially, seemed susceptible. Jared was harder, but when he went under, he went deep. Markus cleared their thoughts, set them at ease, and filled their minds with the same bliss they'd felt before.
"You're hypnotized now," the snake said, standing up. The blanket fell from his shoulders as he approached the two. "Completely enthralled. But hypnotism can't make you do anything you don't want to do. I could suggest you feel certain things, think certain things, like the cold in your bones or the fantasies you now doubt dreamed of."
Slender brown fingers reached out and caressed Benny's jaw. The horse whimpered and closed his eyes, pushing his chin against those smooth scales. Markus went around them, behind them, and whispered in their ears.
"I can't make you do anything you don't want to do," he repeated. "No matter how deep you go, no matter how good you feel, or how warm."
Both horse and dog panted, feeling the heat of the room now.
"Are you uncomfortable? Those clothes must be so warm. Feel free to remove them," Markus said, his voice low, strong, deep. He spoke directly into their subconscious. "Once they're gone, you'll feel so much better."
Benny was first to move. He pulled off his coat and tossed it to the side, then his two sweaters and t-shirt, one after another. His pants were next, and the sweatpants underneath. He kicked off his boots and pulled the pants down. His long, thick shaft swung upwards, throbbing and drooling, black except for patches of mottled pink. He let out a moan as he kicked off the last pair of sweatpants and stood naked in the boiling bedroom.
Jared panted heavily as he clawed at his own clothing, desperate to remove it. He pulled off his shirt, revealing his plump belly, round and firm. Markus hissed softly as he watched more and more of the sheepdogs lovely, thick pelt come into view, and the canine's impressive shaft - not as big as the taller, larger horse's, but still nice.
"You must feel so much better now," he whispered. Both males groaned on cue and he smiled again, tongue flicking out rapidly to taste their arousal in the air. "But you're still merely hypnotized. You feel good, but I can make you feel so much better."
Jared's head lolled back. His tongue flopped out of his muzzle as he turned his head to the side, bangs falling over his eyes again. The canine's fingers clenched as he listened to the cobra's every word.
"In fact, every time I talk, you must feel so much better. So much harder. So much warmer."
Benny groaned. His knees trembled, then buckled, and he dropped, arms at his sides, hunched forward. His cock jerked and flexed, spurting thick pre-cum onto the floor.
"I can help you feel good," Markus said, flicking his tongue into Jared's ear. The sheepdog gasped and dropped onto his knees next to Benny.
Both males moaned loudly now. Markus continued.
"Will you let me make you feel even better? Just relax, listen to my voice, listen to the music. Let it take you deeper. Fill your mind with my voice, and nothing but my voice... nothing else matters... nothing else can enter your thoughts. Only my voice."
The cobra's yellow eyes gleamed in the orange glow of the space heaters. He turned the volume up on the speakers, eliciting more gasps and moans. He turned towards a dresser near the door and rummaged inside. The cobra pulled out a briefcase and opened it.
Four small glass bottles, two inches high and two inches wide, rested inside, surrounded by foam cut to shape. Three syringes with looped metal handles sat in similar cutouts to prevent them from jostling or breaking. The snake pulled one syringe out and filled it, then the other.
He smiled and lifted the syringes into the air, one in each hand, and squeezed the excess air out, until the clear liquid inside dripped from the sharp points. He turned back to the two hypnotized males and knelt between them. His muzzle opened and his fangs dropped into position as his cock throbbed inside his boxer shorts. Soon... so very soon...
"I'm going to make you feel so good," he whispered, pressing his broad, flat muzzle to Benny's ear. The horse whimpered again.
Markus cupped his paw around the back of horse's head and tipped him back, exposing his neck. The cobra grinned as he slid the sharp of the needle down the equine's neck, letting it scratch his skin.
"No matter how deep you go, I cannot make you do anything you don't want to do," Markus said, repeating himself. He pushed the needle forward and injected it into one of the throbbing veins running down Benny's neck. "But this can."
The horse tipped backwards a moment later, coming off the now-empty syringe. Markus set it down, picked up the other, and moved to Jared's side. The sheepdog whined and panted as he felt Markus's fingers on his neck. The canine's cock jerked and throbbed under his round, firm gut.
Markus had Jared open his eyes. He stared into them, until the canine saw nothing but yellow. He didn't even feel the prick of the needle. Then darkness.
Markus put the needles away with great care before returning to the two comatose males. He crouched between them and ran his fingers down their chests. So warm in such different ways. The stallion, pure muscle, rough heat that dripped through his pores. The sheepdog, so thick and furry, a slow heat that would build and build.
Both shivered at his touch and he leaned down, his muzzle between their heads. Their ears twitched as they listened to him speak.
An hour later, they both woke up. Markus reclined in his bed in the glow of a space heater, naked. He stroked his shaft slowly, tongue flicking out constantly. Already streams of pre-cum ran down his length, his excitement very obvious.
He'd done a number on these two. If anyone found out, he'd be on the run again. But if it took - and he was sure it did - he'd never have to be cold again.
Jared sat up first and rubbed at his head. The canine looked around groggily and then at the bed. His eyes widened in shock and he raised a paw to point at the cobra.
"You..."
Markus smiled. "Good boy."
The words stung Jared. He froze in shock, then whimpered and leaned forward until he was on his hands and knees. He crawled forward, eyes wide, tongue hanging out, cock throbbing between his legs. He got onto the bed and attached himself to Markus's leg.
"Jared? What are you... Jared?"
Benny's hazy voice. Markus grinned even larger.
"Carrot."
Within moments, Benny was on his other leg, holding his thigh in large palms. Markus shivered as their body heat warmed him, but more than that, he needed something else. The command words he'd imprinted upon their brainwashed minds would cause them to obey instantly, no matter what he told them to do when they were in their fugue states. Right now, all they could feel was pleasure and bliss, a bliss that increased by obeying him.
"Now, my new little bed-warmers," the cobra hissed, "suck it."
The canine's tongue slathered his throbbing cock with warm saliva. The horse's own thick tongue followed a moment later. They took a side each, with Jared working the base and Benny at the tip. The equine's muzzle opened and he sucked the fat crown of Markus's shaft into his muzzle. The cobra groaned delightedly and shivered, a whole new chill settling over him as the two muzzles pleasured his aching erection.
"Such good boys," he murmured, fingers caressing their ears. "Ah!"
With a grunt, Markus came. He never could hold it back the first time with new bed-warmers. Thick ropes of cum splattered into Benny's muzzle and dripped out over his lips. Jared pushed his muzzle forward messily, kissing and lapping at the drizzles. Markus thrust upwards slowly, working his shaft between the two pairs of hot lips, until he pulled his half-hard shaft away from the two eager muzzles.
"You boys must be so hard right now," Markus said. Two guttural moans greeted him. "You haven't cum for days, have you?" More moans. "I bet you'd do anything for it." Nods of assent. Marcus smiled and held out a bottle of lube.
"You fuck me," he said to Jared. "And you fuck him." Benny nodded, acknowledging his instructions. "And be gentle - it's his first time."
Markus rolled onto his belly after handing Jared the bottle of lube. The sheepdog squeezed some down between the cobra's thick, muscular thighs, then used a few furry fingers to smear it around. Markus groaned and wriggled his hips in excitement. The sheepdog mounted him, laying on top of him, heavy gut pushing into the small of Markus's back. The cobra groaned again as he felt all that thick fur slide down over his smooth, scaled body. The sheepdog's thick erection pushed under his tail roughly and slid in, stretching his rump. Markus gasped and clutched at the bed covers, pushing back into the deep thrust. It was big and thick and he hadn't quite expected Jared to be so rough, but he hadn't told the dog not to, either. The canine growled and wrapped his arms around Markus's chest and belly, pulling him close, smothering him in fur.
The cobra panted as the slow heat filled him. The sheepdog was so big, so warm, so soft. Each thrust burned his smooth, scaled rump, filled him with pleasure. More weight. More heat. Jared froze, deep inside him. Markus heard the dog moan, then squeal, then subside into a series of pants and grunts. The dog rocked forward and Markus grinned as he felt the canine's efforts double. He could hear Benny on top of the pile, hips slapping against a fuzzy backside. The horse's fingers gripped his shoulders, going around Jared, and Markus shivered with joy.
When Benny thrust, he forced Jared deeper. When he pulled out, the canine moved with him. Jared's squeaks, whines, and moans filled Markus's hearing. The cobra wondered what the dog felt, getting stretched open by such a large, meaty shaft while balls deep in another male at the same time. Markus remembered he did know. After all, he'd told the canine exactly how to feel about it.
The cobra wriggled and moaned, pushing back against the thrusts. The dog's shaggy fur moved back and forth, rubbing into his scales, the friction generating even more heat. Markus wanted it all, every inch. The king cobra's cock ached with arousal as his hips ground his shaft into the bed covers. He pushed back hard, taking it until he felt Jared's sheath, and then commanded them both to cum.
The thick load filled Markus's belly with a gush of hot seed, squeezing back out around the flexing shaft as his rump quickly filled. The cobra cried out and collapsed, big dog and heavy stallion on top of him, crushing him with their combined weight. Jared's belly smothered his backside as the dog's hips ground forward, forced deeper by the stallion's rough thrusting. The cobra gasped and hissed, tongue flicking as Benny nickered, humping his way through his own orgasm. Jared moaned and clutched at him harder as his tailhole was stretched and filled.
Finally, though, the stallion lay still. Markus shuddered, had them disengage, and grunted with pleasure as the canine's cock withdrew, inch by inch. He felt cold without the shaggy pelt holding him down.
Both males knelt on the bed, panting hard and moaning. Thick cum continued to drizzle from Benny's thickness, though Jared's looked finished and flaccid. It was almost hidden in his thick fur, disguising it's true size.
Markus smiled and stroked their chests teasingly. They pushed into his fingers as he drew them down onto their hands and knees, then moved behind them.
"Now, my warm little bed-warmers, it's my turn."
The cobra found the lube, then smeared his dripping cock in the stuff. He decided to go for Benny first and give the canine time to recover. The dog's rump looked stretched and red still.
Benny groaned as he felt the cobra's thickness push under his tail. His rump opened easily to the well-hung reptile, who dragged his smooth hands down the horse's backside, feeling the muscles ripple underneath. The horse's head dropped, his ass raised, and Markus sank in.
"Kiss each other," he gasped, fingers going to Benny's hips. As the snake humped forward, rough and hard, he watched the horse and canine make out. Their muzzles, still soaked in snake jizz, smeared against each other, tongues splaying. They two groaned and shuddered; Markus gasped as Benny clenched down on his shaft.
"Oh, good, good," Markus said, thrusting forward fast and hard. The big, muscular stallion pushed back into him eagerly. Every thrust made him feel better - it was one of the things Markus had programmed into him. Getting fucked was now the sure-fire way to make the stallion hard as steel.
Markus reached under the horse's ripped six-pack abs and felt the hard member flex at his touch. Quick recovery - Markus approved of that. He jerked the horse's cock in time with his thrusts, enjoying how thick the big equine felt in his fingers.
"Jared... why don't you suck Benny's cock? I'm sure it will make you feel good."
The canine scrambled under Jared's body, muzzle dropping open. Shaggy paws guided the flopping cock past willing lips. Benny groaned hugely and bucked harder against Markus, who hissed as the horse clenched, then clenched again. The cobra leaned over, watching as inch after inch of fat horse-cock slipped down Jared's stuffed muzzle. The canine's cheeks bulged with the size of the shaft battering his throat.
"Now, horsie... cum for me!"
With a whinny of pent-up pleasure, and for the second time in less than an hour, Benny came. Thick gouts of white horse-cum flooded the canine's muzzle, a change from the last time. Jared struggled struggled to swallow quickly enough to keep up. He couldn't, and soon streams of white matted his full pelt down around his neck and cheeks.
Markus pulled out of Benny with a gasp. He was so close, but he wanted to feel the sheepdog's insides before he came again. Leaving Benny hunched over the writhing canine, Markus moved between Jared's legs. With the big sheepdog on his back like that, the cobra found easy access to the male's stretched tailhole. With a grunt, he was in.
Jared's wriggling and writhing increased as Markus sunk in. He was only a tiny bit smaller than the horse, and Jared's rump loved every inch. The sheepdog's ass clenched tightly as the cobra humped forward. Markus's paws sunk into Jared's chest and belly, squeezing and massaging the padding of fat beneath the fur and skin. He leaned forward, arms spreading wide, and clutched the dog tightly, loving the body heat. He pulled back after a moment and grinned as he saw the spots of clear pre-cum on his belly and chest - the canine was hard and throbbing again as well.
"Okay, Benny... time to repay Jared... blow him."
The horse pulled his cock from the canine's muzzle and shifted to the dog's side. As Markus pumped forward roughly, arms moving to push Jared's thick thighs farther apart, the horse leaned down and swallowed the canine's cock up to the base.
Jared bucked his hips and grasped at Benny's head, forcing the horse to stay down. Markus groaned as he watched. He liked watching his bed-warmers play together almost as much as he enjoyed playing with them.
It didn't take very long for Markus to reach his second orgasm. With a shuddering moan, he commanded Jared to cum with him. As he filled the sheepdog's guts with snake cum, forcing it to mingle with the thick load of horse cum still resting inside, the canine's cock flexed and spit inside Benny's muzzle. The horse grunted and swallowed. The taste of cum was another thing Markus changed for them - they both now couldn't get enough of it and would, if pressed, beg for it.
The snake hissed in delight as he leaned over, his chest pressing to the side of Benny's face as the horse sucked the canine's spurting shaft. He moaned and panted, groped at both of his bed-warmers, until Jared's rump milked his shaft for every last drop.
He pulled his rapidly softening shaft out of the canine and flopped onto the bed, which was quite damp in some places.
"C'mere, boys... keep me warm tonight."
The horse crawled up behind Markus and squeezed into his backside tightly, pushing his broad chest and powerful abs into the cobra's soft, supple scales. Jared did the same for his front, and brought the heavy quilt with him. The cobra's eyes fluttered as he felt the muscular horse behind and the shaggy canine in front. Their body heat combined made him warmer than he'd felt all winter. The heavy blanket trapped all that delicious heat, all for him.
"Sleep, boys... we'll have more fun in the morning."
Markus grinned and made a mental note to get their phone numbers. They wouldn't remember any of this in their day to day lives, but when Markus felt the chill, he'd be able to call them and, with a single word, have them running to his bed. Bed-warmers at his beck and call.
He snuggled down into the mattress, letting the two males rolled partly on top of him, so that the canine's belly pushed into the equine's side. Markus shivered and drew his legs up, head curled down, hood in, as the warmth invaded him. He yawned and closed his eyes, rump tingling, cock spent. He missed this heat, the overwhelming warmth of bodies close and firm.
The cobra hissed gently as the two males wrapped their arms around him, ensuring he would be warm all through the long winter night.