Ryan was sitting in the waiting room... well... more of a tiny antechamber really. It looked like it had been hastily repurposed but that was not surprising, apparently this "Dr. Evans" guy was new in down. Someone calling themself a doctor without an actual Phd was a little odd... but it was actually one of the reasons that had brought the raven here in the first place. A low-profile guy, without a fancy diploma, and some real-life experience. Ryan didn't trust actual doctors all that much in the first place. What did they know about what people really go through...? Besides, what he wanted to discuss was... a little heavy, and he didn't want to get in trouble with anyone with the actual power to send him to a mental hospital, or worse. When the snaked opened his door to call his next... and only customer in, he could see a somewhat hopeful smile forming on the raven's face as he looked up. Would this guy really be able to help him?
A snaked dressed casually came out from the office. He didn’t want to be associated with real medicine. He was his own proud version of it! He didn’t wear a coat or anything else that might make someone think he was a doctor. He wanted his clients to be as relaxed as possible around him. He didn’t get many clients. Those that usually for whatever reason wanted to avoid real therapists. They just wanted someone to talk to. As a therapist without a degree he had no rules to follow. Which included no ability to send someone to the psyche ward. He didn’t get many clients. But that was okay. It allowed him to savor his time with each one. He tried to be helpful. Though he was hiding some demonic blood in him. He wanted to help his clients though sometimes his advice was...questionable.
Dr. Evan’s spoke as he stood in the doorway. "Relax relax. Come in, come in." He said with a smile. He had a customer! And one with such a hopeful smile. He stepped out of the room and approached the nervous looking avian. "I'm Dr. Evans." He extended a hand out. But when Ryan reached up to shake his hand he didn't shake it. Instead he pulled guy up to his feet. "At least that is what I call myself. Some bozos who wasted their life away getting a PHD would disagree with my title. But I give good advice and that's what counts, right? I'm very excited to be getting to know you Ryan. Please follow me into my room."
This was exactly the sort of guy the avian had been searching for. A friendly guy, who didn't look at him like some sort of weirdo. Not that he had told him anything yet but... regular doctors had this constant look on their face like you're not worth their precious time. "Haha, I know exactly what you mean." he cheerfully said as he followed the snake in. The office was... a little surprising too. Cozy, definitely, but then again, most life coaches worked from home so they were probably just in the guy's spare bedroom or something. And it's not like they need more than a desk and a chair to do their job anyway. "Alright well... first of all thanks for seeing me so fast" he said a little nervously, he wasn't sure exactly how the whole thing was going to proceed. "I mean, it's not everyday that you find someone who can make time for you in just a few days, right. Haha. Well, I uh... where do you want me to start exactly?" despite the snake's invitation to relax, Ryan was sounding pretty nervous. It was surprising, perhaps, to see a handsome bird, in his mid 20s, wearing the casual clothing and having the general demeanor of a well adjusted adult, being so stressed out
"How about you start confirming you have some change to pay me with." the snake giggled as he said it. "Don't worry about that. Helping you is far more important than the money side of things. Make things interesting for me and I might even give you a discount." He motioned for the nervous handsome avian to sit down. "Let me get you a drink of water. Then you can tell me what is on your mind. You're stressed out about something. You don't need to sugar coat it. Just tell me what it is you need to get off your chest."

Dr. Evan’s left the room briefly. The bird being left alone for just a minute. During that time the friendly snake dispensed some water into a little cup. Bringing it up to his mouth he added a couple drops from his fangs. He wasn't poisoning him or anything like that. It was just a relaxant. Help calm the poor nervous guy that was seeking his help. He came back into the room and handed the cup of water over before leaning up against his desk instead of sitting down at the other side. "You are a handsome guy. What could possibly be bothering you? Make it interesting I love interesting.""
Ryan was way too nervous to notice the obvious red flags, from the focus on payment to the thinly veiled flirting. He was too focused collecting his thoughts and trying to find the right way too say it. The drink was very welcome, he grabbed it and drank it down almost in one go. At being called handsome he blushed a bit and looked away for a second. "Well... so yeah I've been told that before but. Well... here's the thing.. I'm only interested in people that ... hmm" he said, obviously this was a thought thing to just spit out... but for some reason, his throat didn't tighten like it usually did this time. Wow, the ad was right, Dr. Evans really was a good listener! "I"m only interested in people who aren't interested in me. You know. These days you hear a lot that consent is sexy and... well.. I kinda feel the exact opposite. I could only have sex if someone if they are screaming for help and begging me to stop. And I don't know why, and it's ruining my life. Can you help me? I don't want to go to jail." he said, his eyes looking back at the snake with that same hopeful look
Dr. Evan’s was pleased that his little trick had been enough to get that nervous wreck to say what was on his mind. Being a snake with some demon blood was a useful trick. "A sex problem!" He smiled with glee. "That kind of stuff is my favorite!" Now he was really interested. Which didn't really address the other's concerns. But at least he hadn't called him a freak or any other bad thing! 
The snake blathered on with curiosity about the other’s condition. "Tell me more...How long have you felt this way about consent? What about someone that is drunk? If someone was too drunk to be giving you proper consent, but still seemed to be okay with what was happening?" He hadn't said anything helpful yet. Other than showing an interest in the bird's story. And since it was something sexual well...he could cheat a little bit with that. That venom had a secondary purpose. It gave him a connection to the bird. And with it he could make the other begin to feel warm and aroused. "What is it about forcing yourself on someone that you like so much? Is it that you feel powerful? Like a king knowing they can't say no to you? Do you like causing them physical pain? Do you like knowing they'll be thinking about you years later? Is it the risk of it, do you get off knowing that every encounter could be your last, that you'll get into too much trouble?
The bird was briefly under the impression that this odd snake doctor was more interested in hearing people's weird stories than actually helping them. The bright look on his face wasn't very professional. But then again, Ryan wasn't here to meet a boring professional with a boring phd. The questionning would have felt very inappropriate if the raven wasn't starting to get under the influence too. But... as the snake elaborated on that shameful fantasy of his, Ryan couldn't help but feel aroused indeed. The more questions he asked, the more Ryan was starting to feel that yes, that snake understood him. Perfectly. After showing slight signs of worry, he was starting to smile back at the snake. "Well... ya know.. ever since I could remember. As a kid I even considered forcing my little brother.. several times. Being drunk isn't enough you see, they have to be aware of what's happening. I need to see the look of hopelessness in their eyes, I want to leave a mark they'll never forget. Yeah... you're getting it, don't you? Amazing, it's like you can read through me!" he said, his smile was turning a little bit vicious even, almost like he felt encouraged to elaborate on his fetish. You wanna know what I get off to? The thought that at the same moment I'm peacefully going to sleep, someone is having to take pills to forget that they ever met me." he said. There was a brief moment of silence before the bird realized he was probably getting a little carried away. Was he being manipulated into saying so much so fast. "Hrrm... Is that... a common thing at all? Have you seen this before?"
The snake was being told was rather heavy stuff. The individual in front of him was a tad dangerous with that sort of fantasizing. Though for the bird's defense he was unlikely to murder someone. He wanted them alive to remember their special encounter. But the snake's judgement was perhaps clouded as a sexual demon in disguise. He didn’t want the bird to get hurt. He wanted the bird to be able to enjoy his life.  "Well it is pretty rare but not unheard of. There are other rapists in the world of course. You've got a pretty strong case though. Trying to convince you to completely change your ways might break your psyche." He nodded his head. Yeah. That made perfect sense. "In my world view nothing is more important than keeping your dick happy. Speaking of pills...I do have some you could take with you. They would partially help you. A pill to make them forget they ever met you. You'd still get the initial experience and thrill. That look of helplessness. But they wouldn't be traumatized for life. But it would reduce your risk of being caught. It would work even on your little brother." He winked at that last part. "If you want them I'll 'prescribe' them for you. And you can decide when to use them. Unless that is taking the easy way out. But it could be a good thing to keep in your back pocket."
The raven backed away defensively as he was called a rapist. "Hey hey now I never raped anyone!" he protested. He was here precisely to avoid that. "I just have... fantasies is all." he said. But he was really sounding like this wasn't the entire truth. They weren't completely just fantasies, as he had just admitted, they were more of an obsession. He was comforted by the doctor's words about not trying any sort of extreme treatment. He sure didn't want to take the libido suppressants he had been threatened with by that judge...." But when he was offered those pills by the snake, the demon could definitely see the confusion in his eyes. Was this some sort of trick to see if he was really willing to go with it? Or sugar pills that would totally make people remember him and get arrested? Or was the connection between him and the snake deeper than he thought. And why did a therapist have date rape pills on him in the first place!! So many questions but the raging hardon in his pants that he got from talking about his fantasies was mudding his thoughts a bit. "Wait... what are you saying... that I should actually do it? Will that cure me?" he cautiously said, clearly suspecting second motives although it was like he couldn't bring himself to fully think the snake whose venom was coursing through him was being dishonest
The snake walked closer to the confused male and then behind him. In one sudden movement he leaned in and bit into the raven with his fangs. Temporarily paralyzing him. Now he had a couple minutes to do whatever he wanted. He forced a kiss and stuck his long thin tongue uncomfortably far down the bird's throat. After he was satisfied, he lifted the male's shirt, and gave a few almost ticklish kisses to the muscles on his chest while also fondling that hardon through the pants. After a few minutes he smiled down at the bird and client he'd just molested. "You're right. Consent can be overrated. The fear is pretty hot~" He turned around and dug into a drawer searching for the pills in question. He placed a bottle on the male's lap. "If your intention is to be cured the pills won't help with that. It'll only help satisfy you, and keep you out of jail if you're smart about it." He relaxed the effects of the paralayzation letting the raven come back to his senses. "Now you have a little taste of how it feels to be on the receiving end. What I did to you was relatively tame...but...the fear you felt of not being able to fight me. That was real. Suppose that could have been a cure if experiencing it changed your mind on things."
Ryan trusted the doctor, and didn't suspect a thing when he moved behind him... until it was too late. The raven was in shock! He couldn't move at all, with the burning feeling of venom felt in all his body. For a moment he thought that the snake was just like him indeed, and that he was not only going to molest him, but make him take that pill too. Oh the irony! His throat couldn't even gag to push back that disgusting snake tongue that he felt going way too deep into him. It really didn't feel very different from having any other hole of his violated... Unaffected by the venom, his hard cock felt warm in the snake's hand, and throbbed at the touch. Funny how panic works sometimes, the snake could see those pants getting wet with bird cum just as his hand went off. The raven stared at Dr Evans in disbelief as the effects vanished and he was told that this was all some twisted kind of therapy. He immediately reached for the bottle, and with shaking hands, opened the lid and grabbed one of the pills, getting ready to swallow it so he could forget this all ever happened. But at the last second he stopped and looked at the snake in the eye. If he swallowed it, he would forget their meeting, but he would still have his problem. Back to square one... he did not want that either. "I... will. think about it" he stammered as he put the bottle in his pocket and ran away, stumbling groggily for the first few steps before he disappeared.
You couldn’t say the snake hadn’t tried to do ‘something’. No doubt he would leave a lasting impression on the bird. Had he shown the bird the errors of his ways? Demonstrating that consent and fear were important things. Had he corrupted him and given him the means and encouragement to act on those fantasies?