He was such a cute kid. Terrified, to be sure, but cute. He was pretty good at hiding it, for a kid I mean. It’d been a hundred miles since I’d picked him up from the truck stop. It was no random hitchhiker either, I’d been in contact with the terrainian for a few months now, through chat rooms. But the silence was not what I was hoping for. As goofy and as cliche as it was, all I could think of to start a conversation was, “What’s your name kid?”


        It was like he had snapped from some sort of trance. His eyes met mine, for just a moment, before wandering off, looking back to the road, “Mwgwd.” a welsh word for mask. (Pronounced “Mo-Vu”)
        “Nono,” I nearly hissed. It’s not easy to speak without an accent through my.. particular kind of mouth. “Your real one, Not the Internet one. It’d be silly for you t’call me Boy Prisoner for this whole trip. You can call me Randel if you want.” My voice’s tone was as neutral as my expression I imagine. I’ve gotten good at reading mammals, but I still have to consciously mimic those unique little emotional expressions
        “Oh...” His brow furrowed together. Humans are particularly expressive, I can even tell when a human is simply thinking hard. “Well.. I like Mwgwd better then my name. It’s Jeff, if you really want to know uh.. Randel.”
        I spread my lips out for the boy, To show him I was pleased with sharing information. “Mwgwd then. You have been very silent, my friend. I am worried that I am unpleasing or even repulsive to you. We haUUF-” The wind was knocked right out of me, I nearly swerved out of lane with the extra weight the boy throwing himself on my body gave me.
        “Nonono, Y-you look great! I was afraid you didn’t like me! You were quiet and.. It’s.. Well you’re not... I had trouble, Knowing if you were happy or not.” The poor child was fighting back tears, I could tell. It was humerus really. I placed an arm over his shoulder, pulling his body to my smoother one.
        “Shhhh, shh,” came my gentle hissing. “Mwgwd, I apologize. It is difficult to express emotions as mammals do, But I am very, very happy to have you in my truck. The circumstances you described online were not pleasant, and I am glad to have taken you from them, even if my reasons are selfish.” My body twitched all over as I was speaking. Fingers over my scales, near my hips. “C.. careful! I am, T, ticklish, in many places! ..It is.. early, But let us.. stop off, At this rest stop for the night, And you may.. explore.”


        The sun was down, But there was still a hint of orange over the horizon. For my line of work, time was more a feeling then a number. Light, dark, tired, not tired, late and on-time were the only figures of time I concerned myself with. Perhaps the rest stop’s appearance was all too convenient. In the middle of nowhere, at least 25 miles between any kind of civilization, one of those rest stops where you can pull off the highway to park overnight. Parked, Engine out and curtains closed, My body flowed to the back of the cab, Body uncoiling from it’s spot on the floor, stretching after a long day on the road. “Ahh... This feels much better, Mwgwd. And now I am not worried about driving off the road. You are free to touch, to ask. We did speak much online, But text and feeling are different, yes?”


        The shy boy had no words, perhaps awestruck, But he did touch. I perhaps neglected  to mention what I was. I am a serpent. A snake, a Lamia to be exact. The only.. un-snake like feature that sets me apart from true, pure snakes is a pair of upper limbs, and the shoulders to support them. My scales’ theme is very desert in appearance, Akin to a rattle snake, Dusty brown with darker diamond patterns running down my back, and an underbelly of lighter colored, longer scales. No nipples or belly button, and of course-
        “Wow! Your junk really is hidden. I thought there’d at least be like.. maybe a slit I could see or something.” The human boy’s hands were all over my body. My chest, hips, and tail seem roughly the same, and the boys fingers glided down along glassy smooth scaled, long past my hips, searching for genitals he would never find at this rate.
        Finding humor, I expressed it with a fair imitation of a chuckle. The back of my body rolled back, pressing the boy’s shoulder blades, “Junk? Such sensitive things are rather precious to me, so I keep them hidden. I have seen pictures of humans, dangling and hanging for the world to see. But I won’t hide them from you, Mwgwd, If you do not hide yours from me. You are far more dressed then you should be anyway, for I am sure my cabin’s warmth is much for clothes. Please, I do not mean to speak as a lecherous, common pervert, But I would like to see the body belonging to the kind young wordsmith I have met online, hmm?” My tail end in the meanwhile had slipped just under the pantleg of the boy’s shorts, slithering, gliding over warm leg to nudge a his underwear clad rump. Clothes as more then decoration was an odd enough concept to me, and underclothing, doubly so.


        So many emotions, the child was not easy to read, But he was grinning, so I knew at least he was happy. He had trouble meeting my eyes, and the way his cheeks took on that lovely red shade.. Fear, shame, a soup of emotions mammals often call shyness when met together. I must have seemed so relaxed and passive to the boy, but I was anything but. I was so eager to see more, my forked tongue wouldn’t stop flickering, eagerly tasting the scent of his sweat in the heated air. Many snakes find mammals.. stink. Far too much. But the pungent salty scent tasted on my tongue was a flavor I adored.


        The boy grasped his shirt, and, perhaps with some sense of mischief, was very slow in pulling his shirt up off his body. Even his belly button seemed somehow lewd and alien, and exciting to me. skin damp, shirt pulled over his head, two red puffy little buttons on his chest, begging, calling out to be touched. The mammals body built to shout for attention at it’s sensitive places. When the button of his shorts popped and he began to push the fabric of both denim and cotton over his hips, I was beginning to see the appeal of clothing as more then a decoration. It was a downright tease to see the waistband pause where it did, past his hips, a sort of root, the beginning of something I knew to be lewd barely peeking above the line of fabric. He’d stopped, and I was staring, lost, until his words came, stuttered and nervous, “You can’t laugh or nothing, okay? It’s not uh.. big. But I’m still growing!”


        He needed assurances I was too happy to give. Lifting my body from the ground, I closed in on the boy, like some sort of prey, letting my chest press to his damp, smooth back, scaled to flesh, arms draped down his chest, I gave him what he told me he loved hearing online- I hissed. Long, and soft, dropping years of elementary grade speech class. “SssSssssss... So not worry Mwgwd. Who am I to judge what is large and small, yes? Yours will be the first I see that is not a flat image. Yours is the first I will feel...” My hands lifted, to the boy’s chin, lifting his head, meeting his eyes with a firm gaze, “The first I touch. The first I taste.” voice made sultry, pushing a hiss out with the taste, I could feel his body reacting, actually feel the moisture of his sweat pushing to my chest as he grew nervous and excited.


        And so he pushed the fabric down, pants, underwear, all pooling down around his feet, revealing to me what I’d wanted to see. Like the nipples my fingers had absentmindedly seized and were toying with, his “junk” as he called it was revealed to me. No slit or even anal channel at all, Dangling free hanging balls, more skin then necessary giving to small wrinkles that somehow made them seem cuter. Soft cocklet resting over his jewels, also with more skin then it needed, some of it hanging over the head of his shaft. A treat for my eyes, and a treat for my flickering tongue- The taste of his scent was so different there, a more.. earthen sort of salty.


        Hidden from the boy’s senses was my own excitement. He couldn’t smell the kind of fruity sweet scent I had, it was far too subtle for a human nose, But it was there. He was facing away, so he couldn’t see how overlapping scales parted away, to reveal a slicker, slimier sort of flesh then the child had. “Wonderful.. It does not seem too small Mwgwd. And if it grows any more then this, I am not sure if I can take it.” The boy smiled hearing this. I wasn’t about to point out that snakes wern’t as anally.. accommodating as mammals. “You should see what you are doing to me, for me. Turn, and see. Touch, explore. Ask.”


        My tail body was already beginning to loop over Mwgwd’s shoulders, turning him, leading him to sit over my body. The light of heating lamps made my excitement rather clear, parted scales at my hips had revealed what was certainly an odd sight for the boy, He was staring.. Two tips, like two cocks seem to grow from a much thicker shaft at the base pushed outside my cloacal vent, slimy, slick with a natural, whitish slickness. Compared to his gentler looking shaft, I’m sure mine looked.. intimidating. Several spongy, rubbery nubs must had seemed like spikes or barbs at the base. What his eyes couldn’t see through, his fingers found and felt, the texture far softer and slimier then the appearance let on. The tips were rigid through, and as he squeezed, The hiss I gave was not an act. “Hay uh.. Where your butt? I mean the hole?”


        With quickened breath, my hand slipped over the boy’s wrist, and to his digits. “Hehe.. A Mammal after my own heart.. I am so glad you are forward and direct. My butt is there too.” I led his finger down, past the spongy base of my shaft, at it’s underside, a guided his finger past my slit, and further, letting his fingertips rest at a channel, a tight passage just within. My eyes were focused on the boy’s groin through, his cock and how it swelled and pulsed, growing before my very eyes, even that extra skin didn’t seem so extra, forced to roll back enough I could see the brighter toned tip.


        “Be.. Be nice, hff.. I’ve been.. Practicing.. But it is still tight. But I want.. to know how it feels. I want it inside of me.” Words were not easy to find, especially as his fingers slid within, natural slickness the only thing making it easy to push through the tight channel. A small finger, But it may have as well been the same thing modern broom handle to a mammal.
        And as the boy’s fingers glided in and out, forcing juicy noises already from my passage, I could hear the amazement in his tone, “It’s... cool! I mean, not cold, But you feel cool inside!” I wanted to surprise the boy.. And so I leaned my body down, and flicked my tongue out at his lips. And when he looked up, I seized him in my arms, in my coils, and pulled him as close as I could, Body wrapped around the young boy in the most intimate hug as I could give, lips to his, parted just enough for the instincts I was expecting, and he had indulged, his tongue pushing past my forked one.


        And as I held him, My erect girth smooshed to his belly, where he could feel the (relatively) cool preseed against his chest, But more importantly, his own little shaft pushed up against my vent, muscles in my coils keeping his hips well held, and as I shared my lips with him, he shared his stiffness with me, guiding the mammal’s girth within my body.. Even if he was small by his standards, It was a tight, tight fit for me, a struggle for my anal passage as the boy sunk in, until the spongy base of my shaft was smooshed up against his pelvis.


        I let my lips break from the kiss, through my tongue remained to dance on his own lips, to taste his breath. I pulled my coils from his shoulders so I could place my hands on his body, Rocking the boy, taking full control of his body, using him for my pleasure.. He was so... so HOT. So warm to me, so warm within me, filling my passage. Hissing my words, almost unintelligible, I had to ask, to hear it, some part of me hoping I’d not gone too far, “THisss.... Does it.. meet, with your... hopes? Is it like you had imagined on line?”


        I wasn’t expecting an immediate answer, His arms trying to cling to my body, hips shuddering, pushing, trying to grind, to force as deeply as he could. But it was my body in control, my coils all around his body, like my love prey, rocking, his shaft reaching into depths unnatural for anything to reach. But his breath came, almost squeaking, “W... Way more.. I’m.. I’m about t..to... already... oh, g, gaawwwds I’m sorry!”


        I didn’t have time to be confused by his shouted apology, He was already shuddering in my grasp, and a heat like nothing I had ever felt forced it’s way within my bowels, searing hot seed sent me into an overload, senses ablaze with the shear, shear heat I was holding, controlling, the stretch and ache of flesh deep inside me, cream poured over the boy’s chest, and back over my own scales in one, long stream, continuously dribbling after the first burst.. But he wouldn’t stop! I could feel him pulsing, Another bust of warmth pushed within my depths, an orgasm drawn out, far more then any orgasm I or any snake would have!


        Even if he thought he was quick, Perhaps I was being quick and forward... But I layed over the heated floor of my truck, body wrapped completely around the shuddering boy, and my hands stroked over the fluffy mop of fur over his head, rocking him... I could feel him soften. It wouldn’t be long before my spasming bowels forced him out, so I savored the feeling of being stuffed. “MMnn.... That.. that was.. veeeery very wonderful to this one, Mwgwd. Why do you apologize..?”


        Softening flesh slipped from my anal passage all too soon, while my own spend girths were softening, shrinking, being pulled back within my vent, leaving slimy evidence of it’s presence all over the sweaty child’s chest, my own chest, but gone from sight completely. It was so odd to feel his damp, spent shaft resting limply on my body. “I.. I wasn’t.. t, too fast?” Aww.. Even now, even in ecstasy, he was frightened I didn’t approve.


        “Ohhh... Sweet, sweet child... The moment was intense, and was quick, But It is not the last moment. We will rest, sleep, And you will become aroused once more.. My body will guide you back.. You will be slower next time.. But that is how we will sleep tonight.. You fulfill my fantasies, little mammal, and I can only hope to fulfil yours.”
        “I.. I do? I fulfil them? You like me?” He couldn’t believe my words, his tone so.. frightened!
        “Like and lust, yessss. Love too, though.. I feel I have been too much of a pervert to express that as I do online.”
        Of course, He had to point out the obvious. “You’re.. You’re holding me! I know that it’s you’re uhm.. instinct, but to me.. It is a gentle, loving thing!”


        “I see! My instinct is Gentle and Loving then. And you will come to know my instincts intimately for the next thousand miles and more, If you wish!”