[b][u][center]Viper/Human Culture Shock By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] Sira had been placed in a human home as part of the Assimilation Project, a way for the remaining aliens of ADVENT to start getting used to being part of a human world. It wasn’t merely their world anymore, of course, and humans were starting to get used to that, but it was important for the former ADVENT species to start getting used to being part of a group rather than ruling over them. A Viper, Sira had some small advantage over the others. Her genetic memory meant that she had a little more insight into their culture than some of the fresh-hatched creatures from the other species, but the remnants of the Thin Man program were scant at best. She might have been able to figure out how to work a shower, but the purpose of chairs, the use of their video game consoles, and other things still eluded her. The blue-scaled female watched as her partner, a human male by the name of Alvin, typed away on his computer. She was aware that he was not quite comfortable with her yet; his scent was constantly tinged with the taste of anxiety and tension, and more than once she tasted his sweat in the air and felt that he was hiding something from her. That was not to say that he wasn’t hospitable enough. He had been kind enough in learning her tastes, and had replaced several chairs in his dining room with coiling posts to allow for greater comfort when she was having her meals. He’d even gone so far as to learn what she enjoyed eating and changed out his menu for her tastes. Crawfish. A little venom-tainted drool formed at the corner of her mouth. She had never imagined crawfish would taste so good, particularly looking so much like an insect as it did, but she loved every day that they had that. For now, though, she was waiting for the chance to use the computer. It was a far cry from the devices that ADVENT used, without the processing power that the military machines had, but from what she had been told, the humans had a network that went around the planet, a wide-ranging, information-sharing network that kept them as connected as a species could be without beginning the mind-melds that the sectoids did. Alvin had said that he wanted to give her an account on the machine, and so she waited patiently, her tail whipping from side to side eagerly as if to put the lie to her patient face. “Okay, that [i]should[/i] be good,” he said, the red-haired human getting up from his seat. He paused, then pulled the chair out of the way. “Are you going to be good coiled up here, or are you going to want a coiling post for support?” She tapped the machine she’d had implanted on her jaw, and it buzzed against her skull ever so slightly. Stabilizing signals went through her mouth, slowly stripping out the hiss that would normally come with her voice. When it no longer vibrated her too badly, she answered. “I’ll be fine. I’m only going to be doing this for a half-hour or so, right?” “Yeah, then dinner will be almost ready.” He smiled, gesturing for her to slither forward. “Have fun.” “Thank you.” As Alvin left the room, she laid her hands out over the keyboard. Even that was different to what she was used to. Rather than a hologram that detected the placement of her fingers, it was something more akin to an old mechanical thing. She had to feel the keys, and the soft clicks they made reminded her of the insects that her species used to prey on so long ago. [i]Maybe that’s why I like the crawfish,[/i] Sira thought, shrugging. [i]Anyway, let’s see what I can learn.[/i] Alvin had set up a program for her, something about learning the basics of the internet, but she ignored it. There was a search bar on the side, and that felt like the right thing to start with. Besides, she had some very specific questions. [i]How to relieve human tension…[/i] She tapped the search key, and down the rabbit hole she went. The results came back quickly, most of them related to massage, or to drug therapy, but there was one that seemed to be rather different. It asked her a question back rather than simply stating what it was. [i]Want to ease his tension? Click here to find ten amazing techniques to blow his mind.[/i] Hoping that it was a metaphor, she clicked it - “Oh…” Sira’s eyes went wide as she found herself staring at a human female thrusting her face down against a male’s crotch. At first, it almost looked like she was trying to consume a part of his anatomy, but as she pulled back, the female only smiled up at her companion, her head tilted to the side and her hand working the shaft down there. One shaft. Not two. That was a difference that she certainly didn’t mind knowing, though it hardly seemed helpful in the grand scheme of things. She did not blush, as such a thing wasn’t possible for Vipers, but her face felt tight, her throat closed in embarrassment as she tried to understand what was happening. Hoping for information, she scrolled down. [i]If your man is going through a hard time, show him the sort of affection that he deserves. How many women do you think are willing to take him balls-deep in their throat? Be the first one for him.[/i] Balls-deep? Ah, yes, those were the little things in the flesh-pouch at the base of the shaft, she imagined. Humans were warm-blooded, after all, and that meant that they probably had their reproductive organs on the outside… Wait… She blinked, remembering one day when she’d slithered into the office and found Alvin rather distracted. As soon as she’d made her presence known, she remembered him hitting a number of buttons on the keyboard and whipping around...and she remembered a bulge down his pants leg. [i]Was he tense then, or…[/i] The rabbit hole had been found, and like any good snake, she knew she had to explore it to find her prey. Opening a secondary program to take notes of different terms, Sira began to scroll through the entire document. She had a lot of work to do. # “Sira?” Knock knock. The Viper blinked, jerking back from the screen, and rather immediately regretted it. Without the support of the coiling post, she’d been essentially lying on her spine for the last… [i]Hour? It’s been that long?[/i] She could hardly believe it. That couldn’t be possible. Yet… Her research notes had been printing as she’d gone through the internet, taking on information regarding these ‘blowjobs’ and ‘creampies’ and ‘milking’ concepts that she’d come up with. She had dismissed some of the stranger things, such as ‘anal’ - after all, it would be very difficult to fit anything in there, and she didn’t understand how that worked - but she felt there was some hope for the ‘titjob’ that was mentioned, as well as - “Sira, are you alright?” “Yes. A moment.” “Okay. Just...dinner’s getting cold, you know?” “I know. Oh. A moment? I need admin privileges to unlock something. May I?” “Yeah, sure. Password’s 12345.” “...Really?” “Yeah. Nobody comes here but me, so I never bothered more.” He was, she supposed, only human. Shaking her head, she put in the code, and immediately flipped from her user profile to Alvin’s. Her research had pointed out that a good way to discover how to handle one’s ‘man’s’ tensions was to find his ‘porn’ folder and find out what he liked. It even gave a guide as to how to look for it, searching for different tags in the search bar and how to target it between file types. Lo and behold, it worked. She found the folder, opened it - And immediately was left staring. Her jaw, already loose, fell almost halfway to her chest, her fangs popping down one after another. Her eyes flicked back and forth across the screen. [i]Well...I suppose...that explains why he was so tense…[/i] In a series of thumbnails, she saw that Alvin had quite the collection of Viper porn. Many of the pictures showed a Viper in the middle of some sort of erotic pose, or while she was fingering herself, but others… She scrolled through them, seeing humans in the shots now. Some of them had humans that were sitting with their legs spread, a Viper’s head in their lap as the serpent bobbed along their shaft. Others had the Viper wrapped around the humans, holding them tight and using their tails to get the job done. Curious, she set the sorting order for those most recently opened/saved, and the picture changed. Rather than showing scenes with the Viper - and some animated, drawn snakes, she was surprised to see - involved in giving a ‘blowjob’ or other such things, the pictures showed the Viper being rather...fascinated with… Well, the human’s foot. Sira admitted that she had some curiosity towards the differences in anatomy between Vipers and humans, but this was a very different approach to it. She clicked through one image after another, not sure how she felt about what she was seeing. It was clear that the Vipers were interested in what they were doing, and some of the females seemed to take it even further, licking the sole of the human foot, but...why? It didn’t make sense, but, at the same time, there was something about this that obviously mattered to Alvin, and the different websites had stated that human tension was a serious matter indeed. There were even testimonials that said that there were males out there that would actually [i]die[/i] if they did not receive the proper stimulation and release. Could her host be one of them? [i]Oh dear. I don’t want Alvin to die. Then there’ll be no more crawfish![/i] It was a silly, juvenile thought, of course. There were far more consequences to her human having such difficulties than that. But...well… She knew that there were many humans that got uncomfortable around the matter of reproduction. She couldn’t get in touch with them about it, and she knew that her handlers were busy with hundreds of other cases. [i]Maybe...I should deal with this myself…[/i] [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]