Arya slithers along the old Victorian halls of Komodo’s home, followed closely behind by Jay. As they make their way, a sudden explosions from the far side of the building and a shaking of the very foundation of the house cause the two to glance at each other before they bolt off with a renewed determination.
Large Bull Men step out of doors, chattering in their headsets and turning towards the two seemingly uninvited guests. “Hey, you too, stop right there!”
“I’ll handle them,” Jay shouts. “You find Uma.”
“Are you sure? She’s your cou-”
“We have a lot to unpack right now, and you’re much more on her wavelength.”
Arya nods and slithers off down a side hall while Jay steps up in front of the bulls. “Gentlemen, Komodo let us down here…”
Arya isn’t able to hear the rest of the conversation, because she’s too busy making her way towards the source of the explosion, threads of worry tug at her mind and her heart as she races towards her friend’s aid.
Smoke rises out from one of the rooms, and the door remains slightly ajar. Arya charges on in, only to be hit by a blast of cold. She gasps, wrapping her arms around her body, shivering. She doesn’t exactly dress for warmth under her human disguises, and since she ripped it off at the party, she’s been naked this whole time.
Standing on the other side of the room is Uma, also nude and wielding a fire extinguisher. There is the faint scent of slightly burnt fur, but when she looks over towards Arya, there’s no sign of distress on her face. “Heeeey, Snake!” she shouts, spinning around and holding the canister over her shoulder, a hand upon her hip.
Arya stands up tall, though she still shakes from the cold. “W… why do you… do you like it so… so cold, Uma!?”
“Mouse, remember it!” Uma snaps. “And I like it because it means snuggling up warm to anyone who wants to join me… anyone who isn’t cold-blooded, that is.”
Arya hisses. “You sound upset.”
“Every time we meet, you’re trying to get me to quit the Pleasure Society. Well, the answer is still ‘no,’ babe, I’m so close, now.”
“Close… close to what?” Arya asks.
Giggling, Mouse spins around on her toe, dropping her fire extinguisher and walking up towards one of the many servers still active in this room. “I got something big in mind.” She furiously types away. A bright “ding” chimes through the room, and she shakes her hips, letting out a pleased “hWooo! I did it!”
“D… did what?”
Mouse snickers as she steps to the side, rolling her arm in a fancy show of presentation. On it is a countdown timer with a giggling pixelated rat’s face upon it. “Only the craziest virus to hit the Internet, babe! With the resources of the Pleasure Society at my disposal, I’m able to remain anonymous AND get the power to cripple those terrible pharmaceutical companies that are distributing the tainted vaccines. Arya, you’ll be absolved of all your crimes and your Uncle will be a goner, if he’s in his office when the bombs go off.”
“Bombs!? Are you fucking nuts!? I can’t let you kill people!”
“Oh, you want to stop me?” Mouse pouts, her hands behind her back. Bouncing on her toes, she says. “The only way to stop this is to get me to type in the counter code, and I won’t do that until you either beat me at my game, or have me bent over the desk while you have your way with me with that big strong tail of yours.” She presses another button, and a pipe of hot steam bursts, hazing up the room.
Arya coughs, her eyes adjusting to the lack of visible light. She can see Uma’s heat once her eyes adjust, but she isn’t quick enough to stop her before the rat slaps her sex with something sticky, running off with a giggling “Tag, you’re it!”
The poor snake is stunned for a moment that Uma would be so brazen as to touch her there, but she soon realizes that something is stuck at her sex—tape of some sort, tight and sticky, and a cold bump, rubbing annoyingly against her clit.
Arya spins around and shouts into the darkened hall. “Uma, this has gone too far!” She follows her out into the hall and stops once she reaches a crossroads. “You’ve become a child, and… worse!”
“You worry too much, Snake!” Uma’s voice echoes from above her. “Why don’t you sit back and relax? Here… let me help you.”
The sound of a loud beep heralds a most unwelcome sensation. The little nub taped to her sex begins to buzz, making Arya lurch forward, hands desperately trying to pry the tape free from her scales, but to no avail. She gasps, falling against the wall, panting heavily at the sudden intrusion of her most intimate areas.
Just as quickly as it began, it stops with another beep, and Arya glances up, seeing the ventilation system above her.
“Uma!” she roars, climbing up the wall and rips the loose grate off, allowing herself to squeeze in. “You are not getting away with that!”
A pink tail scampers around the corner, followed by the impish giggle. “You hate what your Uncle did to your venom, to your mind, but you don’t want to see him dead?”
Arya crawls through the hole, her body squeezing as she slides along, but it only causes her slight discomfort. Not like the vibrator stuck in her. Unfortunately, the maneuvering she has to make slows her down compared to her prey.
“That bastard almost killed my cousin. Hell, I thought he was dead until only recently. You did, too! He deserves the swift rod of justice, probably up where the sun don’t shine.”
Arya finds another opening. She turns to push herself out, only to catch the sight of infrared movement further down the vent system. “Clever girl,” Arya responds. “Come on, Uma, we’re friends. We don’t have to be at odds here.”

“Oh, so you want to play with me? You want to take me on a romantic romp and explore each other in ways we’d never imagined?”
“What? No! But you’re going to remove this damned thing from me and turn off your virus.”
Uma giggles, her voice getting closer, but coming from… behind? Uma pops out from above Arya, and gives her a firm slap on the ass before popping back up the higher shaft. Arya can’t turn around, and takes the punishment, but not without her humiliation clouding her judgment. As Mouse scurries back up above, she continues to speak. “So, what do friends do for each other, then? You stole my work, got Jay nearly killed, and tried to get me away from the one place that makes me happy. Please, you have to admit this is very exciting… any moment, you could be a quivering mess, your moans filling the entire estate.”
Arya finds the turn that Uma took to get up higher. With the snake down on this level, there’s only one place Uma can escape, and it’s just up above. Arya claws her way closer to the exit as she shouts. “You can’t substitute reality with this fantasy world! Are you going to be a part of this society until the day you die? Doped out of your mind and surrounded by other people who gave up on life, real life!?”
She pops herself out in a much more warm area. Steam whips around as Arya lands on tiled floor. In this large chamber, pools of various sizes bubble with water. Some people scream and scramble out of their hot tubs, while others sit back and watch as Mouse stands defiantly in front of Arya. 
Mouse frowns as she thinks those words over, but shakes her head and says. “Sorry, Snake, but that sounds much better than the shit hole that life really is. Who cares if its ‘real,’ this is much more fun. Plus, I have a star player backing me up.”
Just then, Arya feels strong arms wrap around her, pinning her arms behind herself as the strong horse has her from behind. “Mouse is going to change the world for the better, and I won’t let you stop her!” the horse blusters.
Already flustered by the teasing Uma gave her throughout the chase, Arya is not in the mood for a grappling match with the equine. She rolls her eyes and whips her tail around the horse’s legs.
“Now, Star!” Uma shouts, and the horse hopps up before Arya’s tail can constrict her, but the coil is perfect for what she has in mind. Pulling zip ties from seemingly out of nowhere, the horse wraps them around Arya’s tail, turning the powerful muscles into a useless lump of weight. Arya lunges forward to try and grab the horse and stop her, but Star spins around, tying up Arya’s wrists.
She falls forward, unbalanced and bent over herself. Uma herself runs up to help her companion with the final tie, binding Arya up until her arms are behind her, her tail folded up, and leaving only her mouth free.
“What… what the hell, Uma?” Arya gasps. “This has gone too fa-!”
Mouse clicks a button on the device she carries, and Arya can’t help herself but gasp as the device taped to her clit buzzes even harder than before.
“Bet you wished you tore that off earlier. What’s a little sting against such pleasure, huh?”
“F… fuck y…”
Mouse sighs, a hand placed upon her cheek as she stares off wistfully. “Oh, Arya… I really wish you’d want to fuck me. But we can’t get what we want all the time… that is, unless we work for it. And I’m working to keep life as fun and pain-free as possible. Now, I think you need to cool off.
The horse huffs and places a hoof against Arya’s side, pushing her into one of the shallow pools. Arya splashes and thrashes in the water. Bound up, it becomes difficult to get herself up, but she is able to gasp some air in. That is, until Uma jumps into the pool next to her. The mouse climbs on top of the snake’s body, placing her hands upon Arya’s shoulders and squeezing. She straddles Arya, her eyes gleaming with a hopefulness, and… were those tears?
“Come on… join me. Together we can stay safe from that terrible monster out there. Together, we can be so much more than just friends…” She brushes her fingers over Arya’s cheeks. “Or… or you can make me yours another way… and I don’t think I’d mind that, so much.”
Star climbs down, sticking her legs into the water. “Mouse, what are you talking about?”
Uma looks over her shoulder and hushes her lover. “Shh. I’m talking to Arya now…” She turns back to the snake, pressing her lips up against Arya’s mouth.
Arya, with all her frustration, with all her anger, with all the desire buzzing through her, finds her head spinning as Uma pulls her lips from hers. The rat’s whiskers twitch a moment as she looks for any sign of reciprocation in her feelings. “See why I can’t come back with you? It would be a world I’m not interested in. It’ll be a world I can’t have. A world without you and me… together.”
“You’re mad I don’t want to have sex with you!?” Arya gasps, thrashing about. Throughout her splashing fit, Uma keeps herself riding on the snake’s body. 
“H… hey… Arya… please… calm down. There is one way you can have me…” Uma bites her lip as she reaches up, moving her wet hair aside. She tilts her neck and stared down into Arya’s eyes, her breath becoming deep, slow, and wanting. “You can make me do whatever you want… if you force me into it… I wouldn’t even mind it. But there’s no way I’m doing anything for you when I’m not under your influence.”

“T… there’s no way I’m going to… gah!”
Arya turns the dial up on her device, a devious smirk upon her lips. Arya pants, squirming under the constant stimulation of the little device. “Aah… t… this is…”
“Yes…? What is it? Tell me, Arya!”
“This… is…”
“Yes. Yes!?”
“It’s rape!”
There came a pregnant pause between the three of them, and Uma’s whole persona shatters at the word. Her voice becomes extremely small as she repeats the word “N…. No…”
Star jumps into the water and pulls Uma away from Arya, holding her in close. “H… hey, Mouse? Are you okay? Please… talk to me!”
“I can’t… this is…” Mouse’s hand drops down to the side, and she hits the kill switch on the device. Instantly, Arya feels relief, and the snake is left leaning on the back of the pool, trying to catch her breath after the thing almost makes her go overboard.
“So, bitch, is this what you wanted?” Star asks, holding Uma tightly as she stares all of her hate towards Arya.
“What? I… no!”
“Well, it’s what you got, and you have to live with that.” She steps out of the pool and lays Uma down a minute. She gives the curled up rat a kiss on the cheek and then sloshes back into the pool. She grabs Arya by the shoulders and throws her up over the water, making the snake drip heavily upon the tile.
“She doesn’t like it…” Uma whispers… “she doesn’t like me… after I’ve done so much…”
“Mouse?” Star asks, pushing herself up over the side alongside Arya.
“Well, then…” Uma says. “Maybe… she just has to learn to love me!” With that, she switches her device back on, sending jolts of buzzing that shocks Arya.
Arya falls down, squirming under the intense sensation of the vibrator. She thrashes wildly as the sensations travel up her body, filling her with such intense feelings the likes of which she had never felt. There are eyes on here, not watching her as a star dancer, but just enjoying the suffering, no, the excitement, that rushes through her.
Her body betrays her. It wants to be stimulated, to feel like it is alive. Is this what Uma wishes? She can’t beg anymore. She can’t talk to Uma. All she can do is stare up pleadingly, her breaths coming out as harsh, grunting groans. She cannot touch herself. She cannot relieve herself of this distress either through removing the piece or by finishing herself off to climax.
Uma’s thumb tilts the dial further.
Was it just seeing that motion that does it for Arya? She has no idea. But her cries fill the room as her body spasms involuntarily, staining the tape that covers her opening, making it peel ever-so-slightly. Even as she flops on her back, she cannot help herself as her body goes on overload, stimulated even when it reaches its climax.
The two women stand over her, her body between them, and she’s forced to watch as they kiss and caress, the soundtrack of their lovemaking her tortured groans, fighting against the pleasure that seeks to envelop her body.
She closes her eyes, trying to keep herself stiff—trying to stop from letting the buzzing affect her, but it isn’t even the buzzing anymore that gets her. No, something warm presses against her tail… warm and fuzzy. Uma! She straddles the snake, rubbing up against her, he rat’s slick sex kissing the wet scales. Arya can’t help but stare as Uma leans in. She is forced to sigh when Uma kisses her scales. She shakes her head when Uma trails her tongue up along the tail, towards that soggy tape.
“U… Uma… I’m… I’m str-”
Uma’s tongue presses against the taped sex, and at that moment, a second climax rocks the snake. Her head falls back against the tiled floor, her vision blurring, her mind reeling. At this point, all perception aside from the assault on her senses is lost, save for the voice of the whispering mouse up against her ear. “Arya… see? Playing isn’t so bad. All you got to do is sit back and relax… relax Arya, and you’ll have everything you could ever want.”
It was just with those damned dogs. Sweet nothings and promises of happiness, but why did it affect her so much?
A moment later and she was back at the village, happy and free from the desires of the world. She was fighting Tobias, feeling the raw power and frustration of the Tiger and wishing she had just stayed with him. There was the suave, sweet Jay, waiting for her, and her waiting for him to rescue her…
“No!” 
Arya rolls the mouse off of her, and Uma stumbles back, squealing with the glee of a child on a swing. Arya’s eyes glance around, seeing vague shapes loom over her—the horse… the mouse. Star… Uma…
She groans as her body betrays her once more. Her mind, her body, everything betrays her. Does she not have a self? She hisses and lunges forward, but falls short.
“Aw, poor baby is tuckered out,” Star says, snickering.
“I think we’re just about done here for now, at least with her. Hopefully, when she wakes up, we can play again.”
A loud smack echoes between the two as they kiss, a happy shuffling as they come down to the floor.
But Arya looks up at the two of them. She takes a deep breath, and she hums something, a song forgotten, but deadly.