Hypnovember 2 - Coils
Story by FelineSleepy on SoFurry
All characters featured are 18+
“Stop right there!”
Ike turned away from the stove, still holding the pot filled with water. The stout human straightened, surprised at the accusatory tone in his partner’s voice. A bit of his soft belly slipped out from his blue button-up. He glanced upward, to the long face of his reticulated python boyfriend. He stared right back at the human’s round face, outlined with a black chinstrap beard and messy midnight hair. His scales were as green as a meadow under moonlight, with glossy brown and auburn patches across his long, log-like tail that took up most of the small, boxlike apartment. The kitchen, secluded and walled in with a small open doorway, sat in the corner of which and barely had enough room for Ike, let alone Luke and his whole tail.
“Did I forget to start the dryer again?” Ike said with a cocked head.
“Worse,” said the snake. A slender, but toned arm reached out and grasped the handle of the pot. “You forgot you just worked a full shift. So, this…” The snake attempted to yank the pot from his human’s grasp. “—is mine.”
“Luke, all I did was answer emails all day,” he said. He leaned up, planted a kiss on the snake’s snout, which was enough to relax those serpentine fingers and release the pot. He turned around and placed it back on the stove. “The most stressful thing I’ve done all day is dress up in case we needed to have a zoom meeting. Which didn’t even happen.”
The snake’s arms wrapped around his human’s protruding belly. Ike felt a muscular, forked tongue on his neck. “I pronounccce you guilty of overwork. Your snake king ssssentencesss you to an evening on the couch, having your dinner fed to you.”
“The hissing is hot, hun, but unnecessary. We’ll make dinner together.” Ike pushed his face against the snake’s, feeling the snake’s body warm up from the contact. “How about it?”
“Hmmmmm,” the naga rumbled. He poked the human’s belly inward once, twice, three times. “We could, I suppose. Or we could play Coil Tag.”
Ike’s body shivered. He wrenched Luke’s hands from his belly as equal parts panic and excitement rushed through him. “Oh no. No, no, no! Not fair!”
“Coil Tag, Coil Tag, Coil Tag now begins!” The naga teased in a singsong voice. Ike felt his body become more sensitive, this silly song reminding his every nerve how wonderful cool, smooth scales felt entwined around his body. He shook his head as the goofy, yet catchy, Coil Tag theme song continued. “Want a head start? Here’s a sign! Get out quick or you’ll be mine! One ring round the Ike he slows, another and he starts to moan!”
The sound of Luke’s tail slithering into the kitchen slipped inside his ears. He whirled around, tried not to look at his boyfriend’s stupid smug face and carefully danced around the coils on the floor. One touch would be enough to put him at a disadvantage.
“Three and he cannot use his arms! Four sounds my victory alarm!”
Ike hated how tight that stupid song made his pants. He leapt across the threshold of the kitchen and stepped into the hallway. To his right, the front door of the apartment had been blocked with a length of snake tail. That was one safe zone out. The only option left was the balcony. He rushed towards the living room—if he could clear the coffee table, he was home free.
“Five, come now, don’t pout! As for who wins, let’s find out!”
He heard the snake’s massive tail begin to lash out in strands behind him. He jumped, avoiding the band of scales that attempted to grasp his ankles. Keeping pace, he stepped atop the rug. He strafed left with the knowledge of Luke’s usual tactics. He guessed correctly. The next set of coils missed him. Confident he could make a clean break, he jumped atop the wooden coffee table and dived for the other side. The balcony door was only 10 feet away. He could make it and finally win his first round of coil tag!
Unbelievable, euphoric bliss shot through Ike as his partner’s tailtip flowed round his waist, yanking him backward. He couldn’t fight the need to arch his back as that tail gently lifted him off the coffee table.
“One,” Luke’s whimsical voice spoke. Ike fought the overwhelming urge to kneel and be taken care of. He shook and wiggled as his feet touched carpet, grateful for the rule they established that prevented Luke from coiling him further while he hung up in the air. He continued to march forward, pulling against the scaley rope that held him fast. He could still make it to the balcony. One coil was a hindrance, but he could still think clearly. So long as he didn’t relax into the smooth, binding bliss the coils offered, he could reach the end. He climbed over the recliner near the fireplace. Just eight more feet.
As the theme song promised, a moan ejected from Ike’s mouth as the second coil embraced his left leg. “Two.” Arousal ignited a fire over Ike’s body. His sturdy thighs felt like jelly. Every nerve attached to the snake’s scales screamed at him to surrender. He fought those urges and the full mast between his legs as he made his way towards the exit. He cleared the fireplace. All that remained was a five-foot stretch of carpet. Then the game would end and he could shake his trigger.
“Three.” His wrists were bound behind him. When had that happened? A big grin spread over his face. He moaned out loud, eyes rolling back as those coils squeezed him in a pleasurable snugness. The various loops of tail began to climb up his body, his secondary punishment for having been caught in three coils.
Punishment? That sounded wrong. This wasn’t a punishment.
“Are you ready to accept your reward?”
Ike sighed as he fell to his knees. The horrible balcony that would remove these amazing scales from his body sat just two feet away. He wrinkled his nose towards it. To his relief, a coil embraced his neck like a thick, muscly scarf. With that, the snake hoisted him into the air. Carried away from that terrible place that would deny him his sublime surrender, Ike went limp.
“Four.”
Coils lifted him upwards. They wound around him length by length, muscle by muscle. They manipulated, spun around and puppeted his body until he was completely secured in smooth green scales. An ecstatic smile spread across Ike’s face as that coil cocoon at last put him to rest on the couch. His pupils shrank to pinpricks as shifting colours spread over his eyes. His godlike lover’s face appeared before him.
“There we are. That’s better. The game of submission is complete and I win again~” Luke’s tailtip grasped Ike’s head, forcing him to nod. A sigh of bliss escaped him as he was made to agree. “Excellent. Nothing like a good round of coil tag. Now, why don’t you wriggle and writhe and do your best to escape while I go make dinner? That way you can feel how powerless you are against me over and over and oooover again. Doesn’t that sound fun?”
Ike nodded at the tail’s insistence. His lover and Master left his vision. As commanded, he writhed, wriggled, moaned and thrust his hips mindlessly inside his snugly coiled prison to no avail. Meanwhile, Luke set the pot to boil in the kitchen. The snake’s heart swelled as he heard his boyfriend’s lustful moans from the other room. He would be more than tuckered out before dinner.
Only the best for his precious human.