Nonconventional Testing
I think this is my longest single chapter story so far. I'm uncertain, but it's definitely my longest commission. This is the Commission that was voted on by my watchers in my Journal, bought and payed for by Basque', that philanthropist commissioner.
This is also my first commission with no Player Characters in it. Every character is therefore © me. So there.
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A compensation for several week's pay for a single week study is just too good to pass up. That is, at least, what Beau thought. Beau was a pretty large shire horse. He was proud of his size, his muscle tone that he had developed, and the bulge between his legs that got stares from men and women alike.
He was glad to hear the call on his machine after a late night's work, telling him he qualified for the study to start the next week. Better yet, the technician in the message told him that his work had been notified of his upcoming absence. All Beau had to do was show up at the lab, where they told him, on Monday morning.
He had heard this study had to do with fertility, since the scientists were only looking for the most potent. Just thinking of this made his pants get tight, and he shed his work clothing, revealing his chestnut fur and white fletlocks to the room. He panted a little, the release in pressure allowing his horse shaft to start to slide out of its protective sheath.
Flopping heavily on his couch, he leaned back and watched his shaft grow, flat mushroom like head pressing past his knee. He licked his full lips and started flexing his legs, then his arms, the feeling of seemingly showing off enough to get that shaft rising up under its own strength. He closed his eyes and imagined he was showing off for a group of lab techs, and they were all whispering about his prodigious size, and how they might have to keep him on some more, compensate him more...
Of course, with his equine shaft now hard and throbbing, his needs got a bit more direct, and asserted themselves into his fantasy, the scientists having pulled away their labcoats to reveal they were all little twink boys, starting to rub and grind against his potent masculine form. The horse hurred softly, his thick fingers moving to his flesh, starting to stroke and rub as it arced its way over his belly and the head loomed over his pecs in his reclined position. Two fingers found their way to his slit, and shoved in, feeling the soft flesh just inside, slickened with his now dribbling pre.
He thrust his hips once at his fingers, feeling the heat of a stretch, groaning. In his mind, one of the scientists was lubing up his arms, before shoving both of them down the head of his cock, making him stretch so well, his balls starting to churn loudly. In his mind, the skinny scientists didn't stop at his elbow, he just ducked down his head and dove deeper, the other scientists hefting up his lower body to help with the leverage. The shire groaned and writhed on his couch, shoving his fingers deeper and rubbing his whole length with his other hand rapidly, feeling his peak near him. In his head he could feel the scientist pushing his way down, and watched through half lidded eyes saw his cumslit closing up over a pair of wiggling feet and the tip of a tail.
"That's right, give yourself to me..." He muttered, stroking harder, wiggling his fingers more, all the way to the third knuckle. He rumbled, and in his fantasy, he felt the scientist sliding out of his cock and down into his heavy churning nuts, swelling them out. He'd reach down and grope them, feeling the shape of the offered male inside them, before his body would claim all of him, melting him away. He'd feel potent energy flowing through his body, bulking up muscles, adding inches on his cock, and of course filling his nuts with so much cum... He shuddered, "M-Mine..." Before his hips bucked, and he felt cum start gushing out around the blockage at the head of his shaft, the shire panting as the pressure buildup only made his peak all that more intense, closing his eyes and relaxing how he was. He shivered again at what he just got off to. Did he really want to end someone's life just to make himself better looking...? He didn't think he did... but the idea was hot, and if it got him off and no one got hurt, well, that's good for everyone, he rationalized. He soon passed out, unaware that he had shoved his whole hand into his cock in his throes of passion.
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By Monday morning he had totally forgotten about his dark fantasies before the weekend, just focusing on the testing and the laboratory. He went in casual clothing, sweatpants and a snug hoodie, since it was chilly that time of year, and the Shire thought the look was good, and showed off the bulge between his legs well, sweatpants leaving little to be desired when you conveniently forgot underpants.
He arrived at the place, which looked like a simple industrial building from the outside, and was pleased to be greeted by a guy in a labcoat. His sweatpants swelled a little at how much of a twink the labtech was, some part of his mind remembering that fantasy now, but not how it ended. The employee of this apparent lab didn't seem to notice, or care, the sudden shift to arousal the massive equine took. He simply nodded to him, "Come in Mister.... Regarde." The technician handed the equine a waiver, "If you'd just sign that, and take a seat in the waiting room..."
Beau nodded and took the form on the clipboard, scribbling his name, before handing it back over. He clopped his way into the waiting room at the fore of the lab, his hooves resounding slightly against the laminated flooring. He moved towards a seat only to find the technician looking over his time table pausing his motion with a word, "Actually..." The shire thought this a very loaded word. It could mean he wasn't needed, which would send him off back to his normal, boring job without that extra money he was hoping for...
"We'll need you now. Follow me." He headed to the door at the opposite side of the room, and there was a buzzing, and the door unlocked. The tech pulled the door open and stood against it, gesturing with his clipboard that the equine should go ahead of him. He passed through what seemed like an automatic door, followed by the technician as the door to the waiting room closed and locked itself. The shire stood to one side in the hallway, to let the doctor pass, so he may follow him, but he found the doctor was just standing, looking at the automatic glass doors. Beau looked as well, and was shocked to find that the doors separated them from nothing but some metal now, gliding through vision, and his inner ear told him that they were moving, though it was so smooth he didn't notice until he had the visual cue.
"W-What's all this?" Beau asked after a few more moments of this surreal experience.
"Well, its like an airlock, to control the flow of people in and out of the compound, controlled from the information center." The tech nodded to a security camera down towards the other end of the hall, where glass doors stood before slowly gliding metal as well.
Before Beau could respond, he looked to see that they had stopped, aligned with another hallway, and the glass doors slid open gracefully. The technician spoke sharply, "Now follow me."
The shire couldn't resist this, and simply clopped his way along the linoleum flooring, into the metallic, almost futurist hall on the other side of the glass doors. Everything was white and pristine. This made it hard for him to determine depth, or even the length of the hall. He only took a few more steps before glass doors closed in front of him and behind him, separating him from the way out and the scientist leading him onward. The technician spoke into a small mike imbedded in the glass, "Remove your clothing, Subject B-49." Beau seemed a little taken aback by this sudden change, but, having no body issues, he stripped off his hoodie and sweatpants, setting them on the tray that had emerged from the wall beside him. The tray retracted, taking his clothes with them. A moment later, another tray with what looked like suntan goggles laying upon them appeared. "Put on the eye protection, Subject B-49." The shire took them and carefully put them on, and found he could see little of anything. Suddenly, a fine mist was being sprayed onto him, and strong, robotic arms grasped his arms and legs, spreading him out, to get the mist in as much of his pelt as possible. Something pressed its way into his sheath and he shuddered, feeling the smooth, cool surface pressing in and making its way around as deep as it could go. He could swear it made its way behind his heavy balls, or even bulged out his taint, before it left, having left some substance behind.
A moment later, as similar surface pushed under his tail. He had no time to think before he felt it shove in, and then start to pump something into his bowels, burbling up and displacing gas, making him feel bloated rather quickly as it made its way up his innards. The nozzle stopped pumping, and somehow expanded wider, and he started to drain, groaning weakly. He felt the unsavory contents of his bowels getting emptied, but sucked away, not falling to the ground behind him like he half expected. While he was draining, another, slender device pushed at his now half exposed cockhead. He bit his lip to keep from crying out as it sounded its way into his shaft, pressing deeper than he had ever achieved in his toying around, secreting some sort of fluid as it made its way down.
After a few moments, he felt it split and press one part into each of his nuts, this feeling completely new and strangely the most arousing he'd ever felt. Something in his rump seemed to know this, and pressed firmly into his prostate and kneaded like a pair of fingers. He cried out loud only to find something shoving into his muzzle as well, coated in a soft, silicone like layer, that just reminded him of sex toys. It pressed deeper and deeper, before it shoved its way into his throat, the shape somehow allowing him to still breathe as it made its way down his esophagus, to his stomach. He shuddered as the tip of the device passed the muscular ring at the bottom of his throat and entered his stomach proper. Then, for the first time in what seemed like forever, he saw something. The slitted slots of the protective goggles, which each had a dark lens, seemed to glow bright, but it was the light from outside, and he was glad for his goggles now. The rods in his throat, cock, and rump each heated up at the same time for a few moments, and that was too much for him. He cried out gutturally, and his cock spasmed and started to cum, or at least it tried to. He didn't realize it, but he was just releasing his pressure into tubes that had been lowered into his nuts, emptying his load fully into the machine.
When he hit his afterglow, the devices retracted, and he was gently treated to warm air jets blowing over his body, drying out whatever substance had been put in his pelt. He felt strangely empty, and hoped they'd give him something to eat soon.
The robotic arms holding his limbs lowered his arms, before releasing, and he heard the Technician's voice again, "You may now remove the eye protection, Subject B-49."
Beau weakly reached up and pulled off the goggles, setting them down on the tray that they came from, which retracted back to whence it came. The equine looked around the area of hall he was in, and the walls seamlessly had closed, leaving no sign of where those arms and probes had even come from.
The scientist took off a pair of his own goggles, pocketing them as Beau readjusted to the light in the hallway, and nodded, turning to keep walking, "Follow me, Subject B-49." The scientist didn't even look back to see if the horse was following him. He didn't need to, the steady clop of hooves on the white almost metallic surface that was the floor echoed its way up and down the long hallway.
The equine flitted his tail a little, occasionally rubbing his slightly sore rump and wondering if it was entirely necessary to get him all that clean, and what sorts of tests he'd be put under...
His thoughts were interrupted as the technician suddenly turned out of the hallway into a door on the right. One that Beau didn't see until he was nearly in stride with it. He turned and walked in as well, wondering at the construction of this place that you couldn't see doorways. Past the door was a white room with a metallic table in the center, slightly tilted, and contoured to the back of a body, with straps where it would hold arms and legs in place. And it seemed proportioned just right for his body.
"If you would lay down, Subject B-49, we can get started on your voluntary research." Something about the way the scientist said that made it sound like it was too late to take back the choice to be a volunteer. When Beau got closer, he saw it wasn't so much a table as an array of formed metal plates that would support his weight while leaving whole areas bare to the open air. After a moment he got into place on it, and laid himself back across it, feeling uncomfortable until he lined up just right. Then it was strangely comforting, seemingly form fitted specifically to him.
The tech padded his way around Beau as he got into position, carefully affixing the straps to his ankles, wrists, and across his chest. When he had finished, the array of support shifted and started to rise up while tilting, soon bringing Beau into almost a standing position, legs spread out a bit and arms at his side.
The scientist reached up with a beaker full of a bluish creamy looking fluid, "Drink this, Subject B-49."
Beau didn't see what sort of choice he had, so he parted his lips, and swallowed when his mouth was full, repeating until the beaker was empty. The strange fluid rushed warmth through him, first from his throat, then down from his belly, invigorating his form. Before he knew it, he was hard, his shaft throbbing upright of its own strength.
The technician stepped away, and then could be heard to exit through a doorway. Beau didn't see exactly, because his head was held rather stationary by the supports, and his arousal was starting to make his vision hazy with how intense it was becoming. He weakly managed to look over the crest of his pectorals to see his mushroom shaped glans throbbing hard, then a bluish pre start to dribble out.
His attention was drawn away by white panels on the opposite wall from him opening up, revealing darkness. From this darkness emerged robotic arms and a glass tank containing, alarmingly, what looked to be a feral python, coiled up and asleep.
Beau shuddered at the sight, struggling a little in his helpless position, his strength drained away into his arousal as it leaked more and more of the bluish preseed. He bit his full lower lip as the arms approached, one's tip being a long slender cylinder with a rounded head, which reminded Beau of toys he had seen.
This pressed to his hardened cockhead, and found its way to the dripping cumslit. The equine moaned out as he felt the metal shaft slide into his own in a single movement, not hurting, but feeling almost better than the sounding that happened with the cleansing earlier.
The other robotic arm had a dexterous looking hand at the end of it, and it started to... pet the snake in its tank. Beau would have felt incredulous at this sight, but he was too busy having his body rocked by the increasing pleasure throughout him. He tried to move his hips, to grind into the probing sound, but nothing worked in his binds. He closed his eyes and groaned aloud as it felt as though the sound was swelling, spreading out inside his urethra, a pleasant burning sensation running all through his shaft, like the feeling he got when he first started stretching out his rump with toys.
It would swell, then halt for a few moments while the burning receded, and as if it knew when he had adjusted fully, it would start swelling again once the burning was gone! This almost pulsating motion of expansion made more and more of the tinted pre leak out around the sound as it spread.
Then, it suddenly was gone, and Beau opened his eyes, blushing as he saw the robotic arm retreating, then gasping as he realized the sound at the end was how thick his cock had been when he last looked! He looked down at his cock and moaned softly at the sight. His shaft had thickened in reaction to the stretching of the machine, and his cumslit was pursing and opening a bit with every throb, and he could see down into it whenever it opened....
He was taken away from this hypnotic vision by the sound of a snake hissing. His blood ran cold as he looked to the tank, where the python had woken up. The robotic arm that ended in a hand started to secrete something slick as it rubbed over the snake's tailtip and back up along its form some ways. Beau couldn't see, until the serpent shifted, and he blushed, the snake was being rubbed from its tailtip past his slit, which was starting to show off hemipenes, showing Beau it was definitely a boy snake.
After a few moments of this, the robotic hand grasped the tip of the tail and lifted it up, despite all the slimey substance it had deposited on that part of the body. Beau stared in frightened fascination as the tail was brought toward his shaft, and the cumslit which was still flexing, like a baby bird waiting for a meal.
The equine couldn't help but moan as the tail started to be pressed into his shaft, panting softly and squirming in his snug bonds. His thick shaft swelled back up with the tapered length pressing into his shaft, panting a bit as gradually the arm worked in all the parts it had lubed up, the snake writhing and hissing in the tank as his hemipenes started to be overtaken by the mammalian shaft. The arm stopped once the vent and the hemipenes were out of sight, and started stroking at the shaft firmly, while another arm appeared to wrap just behind the flared head of the equine, squeezing so that the slickened snake couldn't slide out again, causing both creatures to writhe.
Out of his line of sight, something pressed against his tailhole, and pressed in, starting to thrust and tease at his pleasure centers inside him, even as the other robot arms worked in front of the equine. It felt as though it was also injecting fluids into his bowels, and every so often there would be a pricking sensation at the ring, or even out on his rump or thighs. Once it even hit his abdomen, but his eyes weren't focusing there, they were looking at the snake and his cock, all else a haze...
Beau could feel his orgasm coming rapidly towards him under all these feelings, the squirming deep in his shaft, the stroking slick hand, the tension behind his flare, and his thoughts of devouring with his shaft returning to him. He soon cried out, and instead of seed spurting out around the snake, the snake shuddered and hissed loudly as he kept pumping and pumping so much thick seed forth. After nearly thirty seconds of pumping, the snake opened his mouth and thick blue cream started to gush out of his mouth.
Beau saw this, just before he passed out...
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When Beau woke up, he was in another white room, laying on a very soft bed. He rubbed his head softly, yawning, before he sat up. He hmmed softly, as something felt different. He turned to dangle his legs off the bed, and found they were more spread than he was used to, so he looked down. His eyes widened, and he stared at his enormous scrotum. It was round, soft looking, and filled the space between his crotch and his knees well, spreading his thighs around it. Above, his sheath was at least twice as big as before, coming up higher on his form, up nearly to his navel. He felt over the sheath softly, moaning at how sensitive he felt.
He wondered if he could stand with all this weight hanging from his hips, and pressed off the bed with his hands, onto his hooves on the white polished floor. He stood upright with no difficulty, and he wondered why. Beau put his hand on his hip, and then slowly looked down. His hips were wider. He slid his hand back around, and felt his rump. It felt like his glutes had doubled in size and strength. Looking further down he saw his thighs and calves were thicker, able to support his new weight effortlessly. Even his abdominals were restructured to help support the weight and keep his posture upright.
"Those scientists think of everything, don't they..." He muttered to himself, and leaned back against the bed, starting to stroke over his sheath some more, closing his eyes and huffing a little through his nose. He felt something stirring deep in his taint, maybe even in that giant scrotum he now packed. He kept rubbing at his sheath as it started to swell, then he could feel his member starting to press out.
Then he heard a familiar hiss.
Beau looked around for the source, before looking down. He froze. That snake from the day before... was poking out of his sheath, a happy look across its reptilian mug. The horse was petrified, but also, strangely aroused. He reached down and tentatively pet over the snake. He shuddered an huffed in pleasure, the scales of the snake feeling to him like he had just caressed his shaft. After a moment he realized just that. The snake was his shaft. He blushed deeply, and kept stroking, the serpent nuzzling into his hand affectionately. He panted, glad the snake liked him. It might be awkward to share one's body with someone who didn't like you...
The serpent slid out more and more, foot after foot, careful muscle motions keeping it upright, then it started to coil around its new owner and host, feeling so good to the equine, feeling the sensation from both sides. The python did not constrict, but rather squeezed like a hug, his head coming up below Beau's chin and starting to flicker his tongue at the equine's lips. The horse blushed, then kissed the snake softly, closing his eyes. The serpent squeezed a little harder, embracing Beau, before gently pressing his head into Beau's muzzle.
The equine started to suckle automatically, awash in pleasure all over as he gave his new shaft head, in a literal manner... A burning feeling filled his sac, but only the bottom part. Were he to feel them, they'd feel rather empty without the serpent's coils folded into them for safekeeping, but he felt the need to relase just the same. And he felt his peak hit, and as it did so, a swelling traveled up the coiled snake, spurt for spurt, faster than last time, before the horse was treated to the taste of his own seed being spurted into his mouth, suckling and gulping hard, blushing as he flopped back onto the provided bed. The snake finished spurting after some time, and slowly retreated out of the slack muzzle, planting a little kiss on Beau's lips, before resting in his coiled hugging position.
The snake perked as the door opened, a technician stepping into the room with a clipboard. The out of it equine didn't quite notice yet, and the snake started to carefully unwind from the horse's body, careful not to harm Beau. The technician, this time a slender mouse, looked about to speak when he looked up, and saw the reared up serpent shaft. He dropped his clipboard, and turned to run. But it was too late, the shaft started encoiling the mouse rapidly, and squeezing far harder than he had with Beau.
The mouse shivered softly as the snake maw decended towards his head, the constriction preventing him from calling out for help, his gaze getting hazy, before it was replaced with the darkness of the snake's insides.
Beau murmured softly, feeling so much bliss from his shaft, wondering if he would have to cum again soon. He couldn't sit up, but he could tell from the fact his arms were free that the snake had unraveled from him. He tried to raise his head, but another gasp of pleasure hit him, almost like he was being sounded again. He groaned, and after a moment he flexed his newly strengthened abs and managed to sit up. He stared in disbelief at what he saw. There were a pair of mouse feet and a long naked tail hanging out of his shaft's maw, the snake bulged out in the shape of an anthro mouse. He moaned softly, looking down at the ground to see a clipboard there. His clouded mind slowly put that together with the open door, and realized a technician was getting to study him deeper than he expected. The snake's jaws slid shut and he gulped. Beau watched in horrified amazement as the bulge slid its way towards him, down further and further along the coils, until it hit his sheath. He moaned and held onto the bed as the bulge pressed down into him, then fell into his sac, bulging out there with the shape of the mouse. "O-Oh gods..." He managed after a moment, as the serpent gently wrapped him up again.
The door was still open. He weakly stood and groaned at the new weight between his legs, before he heard a gurgling in his sac and he felt warm all over... stronger... He shivered at what must have been happening, and started to walk out into the seemingly endless hall from before. He wondered how to get out of this place, even as the Serpent softly squeezed and nuzzled at him tenderly. Beau absentmindedly pet his new addition, feeling the somewhat soothing erotic sensation flowing through the shaft and back into him. It helped him continue walking down the hall, even as the weight in his sac grew softer, and his body's weakness faded, imbued with strength to continue on from the Serpent's meal. The feeling nearly made him forget that his body had devoured another sentient being without his orders, the sensations telling him everything would be alright.
As he thought about his new traveling companion more and more, almost mindlessly walking down the seemingly endless hall, he started to realize that he was feeling emotions and concepts coming from the Serpent. He was communing with his new shaft, sharing his feelings and exchanging ideas without words to get in the way.
Before long he was at the glass doors that he had come through on the way in. He looked at the panel beside him, almost completely hidden as it was mostly the same color as the wall. Strangely, everything about the panel made sense to him now, and he reached out to start punching up code. He heard a loud shifting sound as the steel on the other side of the glass started to move, then he punched in a few more numbers. A panel opened up and revealed his old clothing. He sighed in relief and put his pants on, groaning softly as his hefty sac made his crotch bulge out in the sweatpants, and when he tied the waistband drawstring it didn't sinch in as far as usual. He sighed softly and hoped he wouldn't be taken in on Indecent Exposure. He pulled on his hoodie, shivering as the soft inner lining caressed the coiled serpent around him. He got it all nice and settled, and looked over himself. The loose clothing mostly hid his new additions, thankfully. The glass doors opened in front of him and he found himself staring at a very well armed guard.
"Oh shit..."
"Subject B-49, you are to return to your room for observation." The guard said in a very bland, stern tone.
Beau put his arms up, then felt the Serpent re-adjusting throughout his clothing, changing positions without changing how he looked from the outside. Then his pointed head emerged from under the hoodie, hissing at the guard.
The guard pulled out a tazer, "I'm warning you; go back to your room."
"So you can graft more animals to me?" Beau said bitterly, some internal strength allowing him to stand up to a loaded stun gun. "What's next, do I get spiders for hands?"
"Your last chance. You have five seconds to turn around and walk back down that hallway." The guard said stoically. Beau stared at the guard, burning holes in the face protective, mirrored mask with his eyes, his shaft hissing threateningly. The prongs started to arc. The tazer was loaded. Beau felt a twinge of doubt, and the guard growled, "Too late."
The gun fired, and Beau stared in disbelief, the snake holding a pair of insulated wires in its mouth, the metal barbed tips dangling and sparking harmlessly a foot away from any of his flesh. The guard's pose changed, becoming less confident. Then the serpent flicked his head and opened his muzzle, lauching the barbs back at the guard.
The thing about a tazer's arcing phase is that it is designed to make a connection to flesh, even if the barbs have not punctured flesh and are hanging in clothing, inches away from the skin. So even with thick body armor, none of it seemed to be electricity resistant. The guard went down and the tazer clattered to the ground with him, turning off once it was out of his paw.
Beau was about to walk over the guard when concepts flowed to him from the snake shaft: freedom, safety, lack, hunger, requirement. Beau's linear mind translated the disjointed thoughts together... "We won't be free or safe until I've sated my hunger."
Beau pondered that, until he saw his shaft tugging the now dead barbs from the stunned guard's armor, then starting to coil up the masked being. The serpent hissed softly and gaped his maw in front of that mask. The equine couldn't figure out if the guard ever knew what his fate was before it happened, or even what species the guard was...
As the Serpent began to feed, Beau leaned against a wall for support, moaning weakly. He shivered softly, thinking about what he was doing... and what he did to that technician earlier... But he was stronger after that. He shook his head. No, he still took a life. But it felt so good, just like this guard sliding in felt. He had to admit, it was a fantasy he had enjoyed. The equine whinnied weakly. Fantasy is fantasy... this is real...
The snakeshaft felt his host's mental anguish, and endeavored to finish his meal rapidly. Gulping past the guard's hips now he tilted his head back, rearing up and swallowing hard, getting down past his knees, then to the standard issue boots from the compound. He let his jaw hinge shut and gulped again, forcing the guard down his form towards the heavy shared testes.
Beau watched the bulge sliding toward his groin and shivered a bit, and looked to the serpent. The snake was gently encoiling around him again, feeling so wonderful again his short fur. He grunted, the feeling distracting him until the guard splashed down in his nuts, making his sweatpants bulge even more than before! He panted softly, and the Serpent eased his head next to his own, on his shoulder under the hoodie, able to peek out if need be. More thoughts came to him: Continue, freedom, live, safe... And finally a mental image of the snake, holding him warmly in the night, accompanied by the concept "protect".
Beau blushed deeply and started to walk down the turning hall, picking up a key card from where it apparently had fallen and pressing it into the wall. As the guard gurgled away, numbers came to him. The passkey. He punched them into the numpad next to the slot for the keycard, not realizing that he was getting stronger again, more than with the technician. His muscles tensed and bulged under the hoodie and his sweatpants, and his spine popped as he grew a couple inches taller, the snake around him swelling proportionately. Beau felt too much pleasure at the moment to realize this, and was concentrating on getting to his car, and from there he would concentrate on getting home...
He saw daylight on the other side of the glass in front of him, and walked through to the door that needed a buzz to get through from the outside. Good thing he didn't want to go in. He pushed on the door firmly and it opened. He slipped through, giving a glance around the waiting room, finding one camera locked on him. He glared at it, and flipped off the lens. He then grabbed a chair and flung it, the camera coming down in a shower of sparks.
Beau let out an angry bellow, the sort of noise he had only heard about feral shires making when deprived of sex. He turned from the waiting room and clopped his hooves out of the building, even as the sparks from the camera started to burn magazines and furniture upholstery.
The snake gently nuzzled against his neck, and Beau started to calm down, reaching into his pocket and finding that his keys were there, miraculously. He opened his drivers side door and slid into his car, only to find it seemed like the seat was too close. He looked at himself. The car seemed smaller than before. He blinked, and realized he must have grown. The snake continued to nuzzle to him, thoughts flowing to him: Strong, Drive, home, must, go, safe.
Beau nodded a bit, and adjusted his seat and mirrors to his new size, starting the car and pulling out of the lot. When he was a couple blocks away, he saw a fire truck pass him going the other way, sirens blaring. He bit his lip, remembering the smoke when he left. The snake just nuzzled him soothingly some more: Safe now.
When Beau got home he locked all his doors tightly and removed the now restrictive seeming formerly loose clothing. He flopped onto the bed, and the serpent gently squeezed over him and nuzzled under his muzzle. Beau started to pet over his strange new addition, and the serpent cooed strangely, thoughts flowing to the equine: Sleep, safe, me, love, protect, Beau.
Beau blushed softly, and the Snake simply kissed him on the lips, before resting on his shoulder again, giving another tender squeeze: Sleep.
The shire blushed still, but he closed his eyes, falling asleep as he was gently and massagingly constricted by the tender serpent.
Beau never noticed the security cameras that had been hidden throughout his house.
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