{"sf1_id":693826,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Snake Charmer","author":"StGeorgesHorse","words":2487,"posted_at":"2014-04-16T21:24:00.000Z","tags":["Bestaility","Bestiality","Forced","Forest","M/F","Otter","Snake","Vaginal"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/693826-snake-charmer","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/693826","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=693826\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#13 of The Otterly Sinful Stories\n\nAnother one off the top of my head. I think my brain needs steam cleaned. Sorry for any editing errors. I didn't edit.","content":"                To many\nfolks, being good was a goal to be aspired to. On Mudge's world, this was\nlooked on as stupid and weak. He lived his life by a lot of rules, not the\nleast being \"do unto others before the do you.\" It should come as no surprise\nthat this philosophy led him into many strange adventures, a few of which we\nhave already covered. It's hard to pick which one might top the others. This\none might come close to his crowning glory. It definitely trumped his fellows.\n                The\nThieves' Guild was in rare form this night. Booze was flowing freely, as were\negos, tongues and blood. One thing led to another, and the talk turned to\nfemales. It soon became a contest to see who had screwed the strangest member\nof the other sex. \n                Grinna\nthe raccoon shouted out. \"I once laid a wayward weasel from Bortweadil!\"\n                The\nothers shouted him down. \"There ain;t nothing special bout no weasel!\"\n                \"Well,\nshe were tied to a tree at the time!\"\n                Lokkem\nthe puma guffawed. \"Most of me gals is usually tied to something. That don't\nmake the women special.\"\n                \"Fine,\nwhat's your best story?\"\n                The\npuma sat and thought. \"If it's got a hole, I'll nail it. Can't say that I can\nthink of anything weird. Then again, come to think of it there was Peerly.\"\n                \"Peerly?\"\n                \"Aye,\nPeerly. She were a manatee. Got herself caught up in some stray rope down at\nthe harbor in Genwallen. I waded in and she was all thankful like. Funny for\nher I was only interested  because she\nwas already trussed up.  Dragged her to\nshore and looped them ropes around a tree. Had me way with her for a good two\nhours.\"\n                The\nraccoon seemed appalled. \"You left her there?\"\n                \"I\nain't no killer, you stinking little fluff tail. I rounded up me buds and I\ntold the last ones to be done with her to throw her back. That's the way I\nroll!\"\n                The\nraccoon made a face but said nothing more.\n                Another\nvoice kicked up. \"I once raped me a virgin rat!\"\n                That\nbrought down loads of derision. \"Afhor, you know there ain't no such thing as a\nvirgin rat. There own papa's take care of that the day they're born!\" This\nelicited a room full of laughs. Rats were considered worthless creatures and so\nthey could be made fun of (or worse) without fear of retribution.\n                \"I once\nbedded a skunk with mange!\" This was Horniak, the wolf.\n                The\nroom went silent. Everyone looked at him. He was an old wolf, with patches of fur\nmissing, and one eye socket empty. Another of the guild spoke up. \"I would have\nneeded both me eyes missing, and me nose chopped off to do that. What fun were\nthere in screwing a furless stinker?\"\n                \"Oh,\ndon't go knocking it until you've tried it mates. She was hot, and something\nspecial!\"\n                \"Oi!\nLike fucking a steaming pile of shit!\" That insult broke out into a fight.\n                When it\nsettled down, another voice; a very drunk sounding voice, piped up. \"L-Borean!\"\n                Everyone\nlooked to the source. It was a very inebriated otter. Afhor called him out. \n                \"What's\nso special about fucking some broad from L'Borea? That's like saying you\nscrewed some pretty from the Bellwoods, or some cunt from Colivera, or a mare\nfrom Naderall. The location don't make her weird.\"\n                The\notter was playing with his sword. He made a few cuts in the air, right under\nhis digresser's nose. \"Look 'ere mate, I didn't say she was from L'Borea. I\nsaid L'Borean.\"\n                That\nbrought forth mumbling. Folks from one region were often just like any other.\nThere was almost always a mix of species. So what was the otter going on about?\"\n                The\notter soon lost patience with his compatriots. \"Listen you thick headed idiots.\nA L'Borean riding snake!\"\n                One\nthief choked on his beer, while another spit out his food. There was silence\nfor just around thirty seconds before all hell broke loose. Yells of \"liar\" and\n\"freak\" filled the air. The otter tolerated it for just a short while before\nwhipping out his sword again. \n                \"Quiet!\"\n                The\nroom fell to silence again.\n                \"The\nquestion was, what was the weirdest female that any of us had ever laid. Mine\nwas a L'Borean snake.\"\n                \"But\nMudge, it ain't possible!\"\n                \"And\nwhy not?\"\n                \"Them\nsnakes is big, huge even. Ain't no one who has one gonna let you go sticking\nyou cock anywhere near it. Even if you did, that thing would turn around and\nhave you for a snack.\"\n                The\notter smiled. \"Aye, they would. And a big one's privies would be so big as to\nuse me whole body for it's jollies. But not all L'boreans are tame, and not all\nL'boreans are adults, if you get's me meaning\"\n                The\nothers were just beginning to be aware that the otter was telling the truth.\nSome of them crossed their fingers to ward off the evil eye. Others simply\ngaped at him. There were few things on this world than many of them wouldn't\nbed, but have sex with a thing like a L'borean was out of the question. For one\nthing, it was snake! No one could have sex with a snake. Sure, there were a few\nintelligent reptiles and amphibians around, but they were rare. And at least\nthey were intelligent. Those snakes were pretty stupid, and when untrained,\ndangerous as hell.\n                \"Alright\notter, give it up!\"\n                He sat\ndown and took off his cap. \"This 'ere ain't me original cap you know. Each time\nit's been a heart ache to lose. Losing it to a stupid snake were the last straw\nfor me that day.\"\n                \"I was\nrunning through woods...\"\n                \"For\nyour health, I presume?\" interrupted one of the men.\n                \"You\nmight say that, for if I was caught, I was as good as dead. I got meself deeper\nand deeper into the forest until I was good and lost I was. I found meself in\nsections that no one had crossed in decades. Even my pursuers gave up. I wish I\nwould have known then what I know now; might have changed me mind about 'eading\nin.\"\n                \"I keep\nmoving for another hour. I ain't lived this long from not being cautious. When\nI stopped, I scouted out an area and made meself a little camp. I figured I'd\nget some sleep and in the morning, figure me way out of this mess. Night fell\nquickly in that dark wood, and though I felt it was safe to have a fire, I kept\nit small. By morning it was down to embers.\"\n                \"I was\njust stretching, working the kinks out of my muscles when I saw it. It's head\nwas hidden in the underbrush, but those big beady eyes were reflecting the rays\nof morning sunlight. At first I thought I had been followed. That wouldn't have\nbeen so bad. But when that head came out, followed by the sinuously long body,\nI figured me heart would stop.\"\n                One of\nthe thieves gulped. \"Whatcha do Mudge?\"\n                \"I did\nthe only sensible thing I could. I grabbed me hat and sword and ran for it. Damn\nif that thing wasn't faster than a 'orse with diarrhea. I figured I might have\na shot up in the tress, but damn if that thing didn't keep on coming. At some\npoint me hat got knocked off, and I watched in horror as the filthy beast\nswallowed it up. I guess he was getting a taste of his main course.\"\n                \"Now me\nskin is one thing, but me hat is another. I went from scared to pissed. That\ngreat scaly tube worm had taken me most prized possession!\"\n                \"I\nscouted around quickly, looking for a method of escape. Then it dawned on me;\nwhat was special about these damn things?\"\n                It was\nan open ended question, but no one seemed to have an answer.\n                \"You\nsee, their heads are big, like this,\" he made a gesture with his paws, \"and\nthen their neck is smaller like this before their body widens out again.  That gave me an idea. I ran until I found a\ntree shaped just the right way. It had two trunks, and they ran up together for\na few feet before dividing wider. I jumped up and climbed about ten feet up.\nWhen the bastard followed me, I kicked it hard in the head, stunning it. The\njoker dropped like a stone right in between those two trunks. By the time I was\non the ground, it were slithering and twisting to get loose.\"\n                \"I\nthought about killing the thing in retribution for eating me hat. But the neck\nwas now wedged, and the skull was too thick for me sword to poke through. I\nwent around the tree and was nearly knocked off me feet from its thrashing\nabout. I went around the front again and in a fit of anger, slammed a half\nrotten log over its head. Wood fragments flew everywhere. But it did the trick.\nThe beast went into nap land.\"\n                I\nreturned to the back and examined the belly. I figured my hat might be\nrecoverable. But the scales on those things are tough. I worked my way down to\nthe tail, looking for a soft spot. Funny thing was I found it.\"\n                Ole\nBurthy the gibbon blurted out, \"I take it ye used the wrong sword on it?\"\n                Mudge\nspit at him. \"Oh, I could have used me sword. But I figured the thing had a\ntouch of brain inside that skull, otherwise why had I been able to knock it\nsenseless? No, I had another idea. There were a lot of saplings growing, and I\nworked and wove them together until the thing was trussed up like a fish on a\nspit.\"\n                The\ncrowd had gathered closer. \n                \"I\nthen, and only then, dropped me drawers and pried open that there snake's hidey\nhole. First time in me life I ever knew the difference between a boy snake and\na girl snake. Let's just say it were a young one and it were still big enough\nto accommodate someone better equipped than ole Mudge. You all know how big\nL'Borean eggs are? So you can guess how big the hole that lays them is. This\nhere snake wasn't going to be comin to no harm from the likes of me, even if it\nwas a pint size.\"\n                \"Now\ndon't go thinking that just because I say that the thing were sloppy. No, once\nI was inside, it closed right up around me. About this time it work from its\nforced nap and were trying to wiggle free. That made it all the more fun. I just\nkept telling it that this 'ere was for eating me 'at! I know it couldn't understand\nme, but I felt it deserved to know the reason an otter were porking it's\nslither hole.\"\n                \"I was\nglad I thought to tie it down. As it was, the damn thing was twitching like a\nwillow in a wind storm. Funny thing was, when I started out it was to punish\nthe brute. But the more I did it, the more fun it got to be. I was getting back\nat the beast and getting me nuts off at the same time. Now I ain't one for\nraping nobody, but this dumb shit didn't count.\"\n                \"You'd\nbe surprised how much fun one of them there snakes can be. After a while she\nsettled right down. Don't know if it were the concussion to her head, or the\nfact the ole Mudge is good with his works. I ain't never seen how a snake makes\nlove, but ole Mudge figured that it were pretty much alike where ever you\nwent.\"\n                \"Well,\nI porked that scaled cylinder for hours. The longer I did it, the less she\nmoved. At one point I thought maybe I 'ad 'it 'er 'ead too 'ard, and went to investigate.\nThat got 'er going again so I stayed put. Ole Mudge was pretty much exhausted\nby the time he was done. It 'adn't gotten me me cap and feather  back, but I 'ad taken out the cost of a new\none out  on this here reptilian piece of\nass.\"\n                He told\nthe story so matter of factly that no one doubted him. \"Did you kill it when\nyou were done?\"\n                \" 'ell\nno! I figured it were just being what it was meant to be, just like I was. I\nthink I might 'ave felt better had my punishment been more successful. Turns\nout the trick was on me!\"\n                \"Why?\"\n                \"Well,\nyou sees, I decided it would die if I left 'er there, stuck as she were. I cut\nthe saplings and walked around front. \"er eyes were on me the moment I stepped\ninto view. She weren't so dumb as to not know who had been porking 'er pink\nslit. I smelled like snake. Funny thing was, she didn't move. \"\n                I was\nlooking up and down those two trunks, trying to find a way to set her\nfree.  It were risky, but I climbed up\none and them, and after reaching my former perch, yelled at 'er. She lifted 'er\nhead and was soon on her own.\"\n                \"But\nMudge, weren't you afraid of her chasing you down and eating you?\"\n                \"Oh, I\nwas ready. She dropped to the ground and watched me where I sat. I figured what\nthe 'ell and climbed down. She was still just watching me. After a while I grew\nbored with our little staring contest and walked away.\"\n                \"Did\nshe eat you?\" This fellow was particularly drunk.\n                \"Oi!\nRight! Which is why I'm 'ere telling this story! No, that damn thing just\nfollowed me around.  I made it out of the\nwoods and back to the Lorense River with her still on me tail.\"\n                \"What\ndid you do with her?\"\n                \"The\nonly thing I knew how. I looked up a rich fellow who also 'appened to raise\nL'Boreans. I assured him that mine was tame and a good breeder. She got one\nlook at the big males and forgot about me right away. So you see boys, not only\ndid I get laid, I got paid.  You can't\nbeat that. And on top of it all, I've got the best story you blokes will ever 'ear.\""}