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Character - xXBrIsKXx
This is an odd one. I was planning on doing YCH Snake Brothers to the sisters Anax Agorean Spektrr and Cero Dactyl Unilete, but a random FA user aproached me first, asking for a specific set!
Foxra made the edits, I whipped up the ref sheet, and wrote a little story to go with it! enjoy!
(Warning, the vore in this story is implied to not be as kind and gentle as the stuff I prefer to write, but since this is NOT my character and it is not interacting with any of my characters in the vore scene, I allowed it.)
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His Name is Sassori Salazar
\tOlder brother of both Anax and Cero, Sassori was the second born of his clutch, bested only by one sister that he never met. As a hungry and opportunistic naga from his hatching, he waited for the rest of his brothers and sisters to emerge into this world before gulping up each and every one of them, live or not. This act of ravenous hunger gave him a head start on his life and helped to define who he became in many ways, first by showing him how much he loved his role as a predator, and second by making him realize that he didn't feel comfortable consuming members of his own kind. Sure, he was a newborn hatchling at that time and his personality had yet to form, but as he grew he looked back on his first weeks of life with disdain given the fact that his race - or at least his subspecies - was remarkably rare in the world and he couldn't let his instincts take over for fear of his kind going extinct.
\tSassori's scale pattern was simple yet elaborate, comprised mostly of creamy white and jet black with a purple stripe up his spine that ended with an arrow on his forehead. As a male of his species, he possessed a shorter tail than his sisters yet still held nearly the same level of strength and dexterity that Cero had as a constrictor. Males were slightly smaller on average than females, but he was very close to the female size given his steady and gluttonous diet mixed with his own pseudo-feral nature.
\tUnlike Cero, however, Sassori wasn't a pure constrictor. While his predominant hunting methods included ambush attacks and constriction, he did have small venom glands attached to rear fangs that was capable of numbing his prey while lacking the toxicity of Anax's venom. He rarely used this as he would need to strike, latch on, and grind his jaws into the prey before he could envenomate and numb, so he instead learned to adopt a mix of constriction and subjugation.
\tGiven his early days and the fact that - like most reptilians sans the dragon saurossins - Sassori was completely self reliant, he spent much of his days avoiding the hustle and bustle of the big cities, preferring to make his home in tight little caves and dens carved out of the cliffs and woods in south Yelfrit. Though intelligent and quick-witted even as a child, he couldn't be bothered to be part of society for even then he knew that he wouldn't be able to get away with making prey out of any of the locals without being mobbed. Instead, he remained in the thick deciduous forest where he could hunt and hide in the dense foliage, picking off large rodents like rats and bunnies or the occasional young deer as his primary food sources. In his first years, he developed a bit of a taste for feral flesh, and that never went away in his lifetime even though his desires grew more refined.
\tHe learned quite early in life that naga - or just snakes in general - were not well liked by the civilized world. The few times he did go into town to barter for healing supplies needed to tend to the wounds he received while hunting, many vendors shunned him or straight-up became aggressive with him. The worst part about this to him was that he was merely seeking medical aid for a slight case of scale rot he'd accumulated in a particularly wet and murky breeding season. His homes - almost always in caves or underground dens - were prone to flooding and bacteria, which made him susceptible to said scale rot, which means that he had to suffer through the plight of negotiating with the locals, who rarely accepted him with open arms.
\tThis, combined with the guilt he felt when reminiscing on the carnage he'd left at his nest upon hatching, helped to form his disdain for non-scaled races and strengthen his bonds with fellow naga. To him, the only family he ever embraced were that of fellow scaled brethren. Furred, feathered, or light-skinned agens were little more than delicious potential meals to him, and often enraged him to the point where he knew if he didn't get what he came for and left, he would end up on the receiving end of an angry mob.
\tThis self-exile from large cities drove Sassori to the west in the Peaks of Unity - the massive mountain range bordering the west coast of Yelfrit - where he met and grew close to a convocation of dragons, serving as their land-hunter in a bid to further alienate himself from the people of the cities. There, he would learn the ways of the saurossin by reinforcing his already-impressive hunting skills. He would keep low to the ground, slithering along the substrate under the thick ferns and fronds while flicking his sensitive tongue to find some prey - be it deer or wild horses or even larger creatures like bears and gryphons - that he could suss out for the Dragons to eat. Their partnership was ideal, and It yielded him great experience and a full belly every hunt.
\tEven as a young naga, his skill at hunting and tracking quickly grew into quite the talent due to his natural heat pits and scent-tracking tongue. He could follow and track his prey for dozens of kilometers through the dense foliage, easily pinpointing the weak for the dragons or tribal hunters to finish off. This allowed him the bargaining chips needed in order to convince the dragons to barter on his behalf in town, that way he wouldn't have to deal with the despicable agens of the urban sprawl on his own; this was doubly effective as those foolish bipeds were often scared of dragons and would easily accept any and all offers given to them in exchange for medicines and drinks.
\tThis behavior lasted until his matured. Once he hit his adolescence, Sassori quickly found far more efficient ways to fill his belly. No longer content to feast on rodents and woodland critters in the typical way, Sassori soon learned that he got the best thrill of the hunt when he was targeting other predators. He needed to prove to himself and the world around him that he was the apex predator and none would be able to best him in the region. This led to him attacking wolves, mountain lions, and even bears - usually small bears, as he hadn't grown large enough to consume an adult or one of the larger species.
\tNaturally, this penchant for hunting other hunters took him back to the land of bipeds, where he would hunt the most dangerous prey: agens (Sentient people of all races.) This once again triggered his penchant for more monstrous behavior, hunting and stalking the weak and sick for his own pleasures, be it carnal or feral. To him, every hunt was a game, a way to appease his predatory nature. In time, he found that if he wasn't hunting and killing, he would slowly grow into his more feral nature, and that's when he started gravitating back towards other sentient beings, because their terror and fear was what satisfied his psychological needs, in line with his Naga bloodline.
\tWhen not hunting in the forests and jungles he called his home, Sassori would eventually venture close to cities and towns - larger population centers - where he would coax and entice his prey to him with his sultry nature. Given he was still young but physically mature, he was able to combine his own scents with the hypnosis of his eyes to lure unwary prey into his coils before mating with them and eventually consuming them. Though he was seen as a monster by many, at least in his early age, he was sultry and sensual enough to lure his victims with his sexuality and wiles. This ensure that, if he so desired, he could mate with his prey before consuming them.
\tHowever, it became clear in time that this behavior would not last forever. Having become the subject of a nation-wide monster-hunt, he realized that he needed to either tighten his methods for hunting his prey, or he needed to cut out the hunts in their entirety. There was, however, a problem with both of those options, as his naga lineage demanded he prey off the fears of his victims, which meant that if he gave up the hunt in its entirety, he would descend into a feral nature. If he continued to hunt and victimize the agens of Yelfrit, he would eventually be caught, thus ending his life.
\tAs a problem solver, he quickly had to concoct a new plan for satisfying his primal desires while also keeping himself in a position of power and prestige. He wasn't willing (or able) to sacrifice his chosen lifestyle, but he needed to make a change.
\tHis solution? The military.
\tThe intention when joining up was to satisfy his hunger for killing while also gaining a positive reputation throughout the land, and becoming a veteran was the best way for him to do this. His tracking skills as a hunter mixed with modern technology allowed him to excel as a sniper, as he was able to track movement and detect heat from quite far distances through the wind and line of sight, thus giving him a better vantage point when hunting opponents and opposing forces. Unlike most military folks, he preferred solitude or time on the shooting range, honing his skills.
\tThis chosen path guided him towards a position as a well respected special ops agent. While he was useful on the frontlines thanks to his high level of defense - granted by his thick scales and powerful muscle control - he was better used as the elite 'grass-snakes', a team of less than a dozen naga and serpent types who were sent on covert missions. Their tongues and heat sensing pits made them perfect for jobs at night or in harsh weather, and the nature of his scales and body combined with his history as a dense-foliage hunter made him a perfect predator in war.
\tSassori Salazar finished two full terms in the army and remains in the grass-snakes even after the conclusion of the war with Endra, but with no war on his mind he needed to once again find alternative ways to keep his lizard brain satisfied. As such, he soon found his calling as a contract killer, a mercenary looking for work with the one caveat being that he refused to take action against fellow scaled folk. He would happily take out any mammal or bird, but reptilians were off the table.
\tHis Modus Operandi was that he would dispose of his victims by consuming them, that way the victims would never be found. A client could hire him, give him a target, and he would, without fail, eliminate them. This is when he started to rely more heavily on his venom. Since his targets were often socially active and surrounded by people, he needed to find a way to paralyze his victims and render them unable to move or scream quickly. While his once-preferred method of hunting involved his constriction abilities, his assassin role quickly taught him the value of venom.
\tOftentimes he would track his target, stalking or staking out a location for days or even weeks before finally making his move. As a serpent, his body had a naturally slow metabolism so he could last up to two months without eating or drinking, which made him the perfect ambush assassin. Eventually, he would find his opportunity and take it, striking out with his rear-facing fangs to render his prey paralyzed. At that point, depending on how much work his target made him undertake or how angry he became, he would either just swallow them whole and alive or constrict, reserving his aggressive constriction for targets that fought back or gave him a hard time.
\tAs time progressed, his personal business changed, and he incorporated bounty hunting and mercenary work into his repertoire, which meant he needed to find a way to keep his targets alive while still satisfying his hunger. This is when he got involved with the potions guild of north Koluma, as he needed a spell or enchantment to give him complete control over the digestive cycle he naturally possessed.
\tThe naga of Dalon's digestive cycle went on a 48 day loop, with only 12 of them dedicated to the traditional, digestive state that allows natural consumption and digestion while the other 36 granted them with a safe and breathable fluid that could be inhaled by prey to keep them alive for weeks before the fluids get flushed out and again replaced with stomach acid. At least that's how it works for most of his kind. Sassori found his cycles were flipped, with three quarters of his cycle populated by digestive days with only the remaining quarter in his body's habitable state.
\tThis proved to also be why he had enhanced hunger and aggressive desires.
\tHis intention when seeking out the North Koluma Potion's Guild was to give himself complete control over these cycles. It would be very counter-productive to his business and continued existence as a bounty hunter if he swallowed his prey and digested it instead of spitting it back up alive and well for the client. Likewise, it would be equally unfortunate to finally hunt himself a meal - likely some feral beasts in the Yelfritian wilds, as he did as an adolescent - and find that his body's cycle had been flipped and he had to keep the kicking and living prey inside his belly for weeks.
\tGenerally, he preferred to keep his belly in it's naturally digestive state, since he felt awkward and unpleasant when he put himself back into his more friendly state. Plus, he was always hungry, and live prey in his belly felt good but it didn't satisfy him as he needed it to. This became a point of contention with a similarly colored member of his race that he met while negotiating for the potion's guild, a black and white naga who assured him that there were better ways to deal with his hunger.
\tThat's where we finally come to meet him, still early into his adult life but fully entrenched into his life as a mercenary, on the verge of yet another one of his jobs.
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\tHe was sitting at the farthest back table of the dingiest little tavern in the Koluman International Trade Annex, waiting for his client to arrive. He had a drink of rum in his hand, which had been injected with a copious amount of fresh blood for flavor; as a snake he could really only drink water or blood, and any alcohol without some of the red stuff would mess him up and compromise his skills.
\tWhen he had been approached by his client – an unassuming small gryphon with brown and black feathers – Sassori nearly refused the task. He only liked working for other scaled folk, usually to take out feathered, furred, or skinned blokes. However, he agreed to meet the client at this location regardless, knowing that it would be good for him and he had been getting bored. Sassori had no idea what the task was at this point, so he was going in blind, ready to refuse if it sounded boring.
\tAlways punctual, Sassori had arrived early, with time to spare. Luckily, his client arrived exactly at the strike of midnight, faking drunk as he stumbled across the tavern.
\t“You're late.” Sassori grumbled as the gryphon sat across from him at the table.
\tThe gryphon raised an eyebrow. “No, you're early. But I can appreciate your enthusiasm. Anyway, what's your rate? I don't think it'll be an issue but I need to know what coin I'm lookin' at here.”
\tSassori flicked his tongue, the forked tip barely slapping at the surface of his blood-tinged rum. “Depends on what you're looking for and who you're targeting. Is this an elimination or capture?”
\t“Elimination?” The gryphon inquired, ears up as he thought about what that could me. “Oh, assassination! Right, no. Definitely not. We are NOT looking to harm the target. It's more about capture, catch and release. An ex of mine, she's been trying her best to make my life one for the depths below, and I basically just want to scare her into leaving me alone. I can't emphasize enough I do not want her harmed, but I do want her scared. Can you do that?”
\t“Of course I can. Do you think I'm an amateur?” Sassori asked with a stone-faced look, flicking his tongue. “What's the species? Size? What information can you give me about their behaviors and patterns? What are their favorite spots to frequent?”
\tThe gryphon leaned in close. “Don't you wanna ask for money?”
\tSassori leaned in, his long neck reaching across the table. “Not until I know what I'm expecting. So, I repeat, what's her species? Race? Size? Etc.”
\t“Oh, right! Yeah, she's a gryphon, same as me. Bit bigger, no wings. She likes hanging out by the club on the Yin and Yang – the lakefront. Goes there every weekend to hook up with some random bloke. Drinks a lot. She also likes to float on the lake itself, her feathers are hydrophobic so she floats like a duck, and she can't drown while drunk.”
\tA pause hushed over them as the other tavern patrons continued chatting in the background. Both gryphon and Sassori stared at each other, before Sassori nodded. “It's a done deal. Boring and easy, but I can do it. Two gold, five silver.”
\t“Awfully cheap.” The gryphon opined. “Figured you'd be more expensive given your reputation.”
\tHe shrugged. “Won't be a hard job. Few hours of my time and one night. Usually I charge more for capture contracts, but I'm pretty hungry so I guess we both win.”
\t“What's hunger got to do with it?” Asked the gryphon, confused.
\t“Nothing, just a figure of speech, hungry for justice I guess. And if you feel so inclined I won't be against a tip, so keep that in mind. Anyway, Do you have a picture of her? What's her name?”
\tThe gryphon rummaged around in a side bag, eager to find the material he'd brought. “Yeah. I got the money, I do have a few pictures from us together, and her name's Lev. Like, short for for Levitation. Not her real name, but she wishes she could fly so she took tha-”
\t“I don't care about her backstory.” Sassori interrupted as he waved his hand. He drank another sip of his rum and flicked his tongue, rolling his eyes. “Just need to know how to capture her.”
\t“Well, it might be relevant, if you think about it. She wants to fly, maybe you can play on that? I dunno, you do your thing, I'm not a bounty hunter or mercenary or assassin, you know a lot more about what you need than I do. Here.” He tossed a pile of pictures onto the table between them. Among the pile were images of them cuddling in a nest, partying at the Yin and Yang Lakefront, and even one with his tail up and her licking his cloaca, one he immediately pulled back and put into his side bag. “Not that one. Not relevant.” He said with a blush.
\tSassori reached out to stop him from putting it away. “Wait, hold on, it could be relevant.” H said, the inflection of a hiss in his voice. As he glanced at the picture, he couldn't help but notice the brash difference between his client and target. “I thought male birds were supposed to be flashy while the females drab. Care to explain this?” The target – Lev – was a thick bodied avian with red, yellow, and blue feathers, much like a parrot but with a raptor's hooked beak.
\t“She dyes her feathers. We're both the same sub-race and have similar colors, naturally, but she's got a bit of punk in her so she doesn't stick to natural colors. She also might paint her beak, so that could be any color.”
\t“And are these her current colors? If she dyes often, she could be pink and purple right now. How old are these photos?”
\tThe gryphon paused. “We've been apart for a month or so now, these pictures are about four months old, and I saw her less than a week ago. The dye pattern is the same, the colors are the same, but just a touch faded, so she pretty much looks exactly like this aside from any beak painting she's done for this weekend. Is it enough to go from?”
\tSassori flipped through the stack of pictures – including the one of her tongue in his client's cloaca. “I think so. If I need you, meet me here tomorrow, same time and place. Now, for my fee. I accept half up front and half upon completion.”
\t“Fair enough.” The gryphon agreed, tossing him one gold and three silver. “Bit extra, can't be bothered to split the silver. Anyway, remember to scare her and make sure she knows that she's not immune to my wrath if she continues to harass me. Mmmkay?”
\t“Sure thing. Now get out of here, the less time we spend together, the better.”
\tThe gryphon saluted, then grabbed the intimate picture out of Sassori's hand to shove it in his bag. “This is mind. See you around.” With that, he faked being drunk again to stumble out of the tavern, leaving Sassori alone with his thoughts.
\tWould be a simple enough job, but Sassori also knew he had to worry about his body's cycles to make best use of this, so he figured he'd make a stop at the potion's guild before heading out to focus on his client. After one big chug of his drink, he slammed the cup down and left a few copper before heading out himself.
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\t“That's a pretty rare potion you're looking for.” A one eyed ciennic merchant cautioned.
\tSassori was at the gates of the entrance to the underground part of the potion's guild, and he was planning on getting in contact with the less-than-savory folks of this branch of the guild, but the burly bouncer type wasn't letting him. Though Sassori stood head and shoulders above the canine and his instincts told him to destroy all who opposed him, his cooler mind prevailed and he remained calm. It would be foolish of him to cause a ruckus and potentially get himself booted from the clan, permanently. “I'm just here to buy some potions, is all. I have heard through the vines that there's a saurossin naga here who indulges this particularly unique potion type, and I'd like to talk to her.”
\t“Do you know this brewmaster's name?” Asked the guard, one hand easing down to his gun.
\t“I do not, but I can tell you that if you try to pull your gun on me, it will only end in pain for you. Have you ever tried to match reaction time to a snake of any sort? Ambush tactics are our forte, you mutts use brute force and pack mentality. My skills are far greater, in this instance. So relax a bit and help me out.” Sassori warned, just the very tips of his forked tongue poking out to get a taste for his intentions.
\tThe canine raised a lip to growl before sighing, knowing full well that Sassori was correct. “If you know anything about the guild, then you know I can't let you in without that coin, and if you say you lost it in a bet, then I can't let you in. I don't want a fight, and neither do you, but I can't let you pass this gate. Sorry, snake.”
\tBoth the ciennic guard and Sassori stared at each other until a voice called out from behind the gate he was protecting.
\t“Let him in Igruf. I know this one. He's here to see me.” A somewhat deep yet distinctly feminine voice instructed, followed by the sounds of a half dozen latches and chains being undone on the other side.
\tIgruf shrugged. “Fine, sure, whatever. If Master Cero allows it, I will too.” He turned to glare at Sassori, ears folded to the back of his skull. “And if you get another coin, don't lose it in a gamble.”
\tSassori hissed at Igruf as he stepped past, flipping a coin with his thumb. “What, this one?” It was, of course, the symbol of the underground, the very coin he'd claimed to have lost. He liked to do that sort of thing, mess with people's heads. In his mind, non-scaled agens didn't deserve his respect and he liked to tease them. This rarely went over well, but Cero had already invited Sassori in and thus had been accepted, so Igruf was not permitted to give him any grief and he knew it.
\t“Quit being a pain in the tail.” Cero chastised him, opening the door to let him in. She revealed her body, a nearly perfect inverse of the pattern Sassori had on his back. He was mostly black with white splotches while she was mostly white with black splotches, both were of the same sub-species of naga, which meant they had the same body size and style.
\tHe couldn't help but smile at his first look at her. “You're gorgeous! Wonderful so work with a serpent of my stature.” He said, hissing happily while his tongue flicked. To his dismay, she wasn't in season, so he couldn't bring himself to fantasize about that. “Though, you could be my sister with a scale pattern like that!”
\tHis words were quite ironic, because Cero was born of the same parents, but in a separate clutch a few years later, yet neither of them knew this.
\t“Just shut up and come into my den. We can discuss the details there. Follow me.” Cero shot a look at him before turning to emerge into the open room, a circular dome with a dozen doors in all directions and a bustling marketplace in the middle filled with hundreds of people all enchanting potions, mixing brews, casting spells, and engaging in all sorts of illegal activities. However, none of that was relevant to Sassori, as he was here only for the potions.
\tShe took him into a well lit room that smelled of earth and had an entire lab in one side with a deck stacked with paperwork on the other, filing cabinets lining the walls. “Sit.” She instructed, pointing towards a large chair opposite the one behind the desk. “We'll start with the basics, exactly what are you looking to do, Sassori?”
\tHe raied his eyebrow. “How'd you know my name?”
\t“Your reputation precedes you. IT's not relevant how I know, but let's say nobody engages in illegal activity in this region without someone from the guild knowing. Anyway, what's the exact nature of the potion you're getting, and why are you getting it? The more details I know, the better I can serve you.”
\tSassori was willing to overlook the fact that she seemed to know him, since he was often kind and pleasant to other reptiles – especially snakes and naga. “Well, I'm on a hunt for some gryphon's ex mate. Just gotta capture her and scare her into leaving him alone. Something about them breaking up and her harassing him post break-up. I don't care about the details. I just know I intend to eat her, but I don't want to harm her so I gotta take some potions to alter my body chemistry to make my belly safe for prey. You know all about that, don't you?”
\tShe glared at him, flicking her tongue. “I do, yes. May I ask why you intend to use your digestive cycle to incite fear in others?”
\tThough somewhat taken aback by her tone, he answered honestly, as he only trusted fellow serpents. “Well, I was hired to do so, fear was part of the contract. Even if I didn't get a specific request for it, I have to admit it is quite cathartic; doesn't it feel nice to exert your power over the prey? Puts me in a good mood every time, especially if it's some foolish furred beast or feathered fucker. Let em squeal, right?”
\tCero seemed unable to completely hide the disdain and disgust in her face, but she started writing down notes on a pad of paper regardless. “Well, I don't agree with your motives, but I'd much rather see you being safe with your victims than killing them, so I'll happily indulge you. One potion is five servings, and-”
\t“What's wrong with killing prey? How else are you going to eat?”
\tShe put her quill down and slowly blinked at him, finding the self control to not react with anger. “Well, you wait until your cycle is complete, and buy a whole pig or something from the market. There's no need for murder in our civilized world.” It was clear she was not happy with Sassori's stance on the matter.
\t“I really don't think you understand. You're the same as me, it seems, how do you satisfy the primal needs within? How do you keep yourself from going feral to the hunger?”
\t“Keep yourself well fed and you won't have the urges. Look, do you want the potions or not? I don't really care to have a lengthy discussion about the ethics of consumption, I'm here to make potions and sell them, what you do with it is none of my concern.”
\tHe did feel a little bad, being so harshly judged by another of his kind, but he couldn't stay mad at another naga, so he shrugged it off and nodded. “Duly noted. Yes I'll take two potions, digestive cycle initiates, with just a hint of natural fluid in there to ensure the prey feels a little short of breath without actually suffocating. Is that possible.”
\t“It is. That'll be fifty silver, please.” She said after putting in a few more notes.
\t“Fifty silver? Little steep for two potions!” He exclaimed.
\tShe nodded. “It is, yes. But this isn't some cure spell or medicine, nor is it a typical drug for partying. It's a complicated, multi-level enchantment that makes significant changes to your body. Technically it's a form of transformation magic, which is one of the rarest and most complicated types of magic around in the world today, and I'm like one of six in the entire world who can do it. The price is fair, trust me.”
\tWith no choice but to concede, Sassori nodded and tossed a gold across the table. “Make it three potions and keep the change.”
\t“Certainly. I'll get working on the potions immediately.” She said, swiping the coin from the table to toss it into a well-locked safe. She turned around and stepped over to her lab, where she started working on the potion. First, she opened up a fridge under the table to get out some teal glowing ademane to add to a flask, then put it over an open flame before going back to the fridge to get a couple different ingredients that Sassori couldn't quite make out. As the concoction started to boil, she tossed another drop of fluid into it while wrapping her hand around the neck of the bottle, a light glow emanating from her as she enchanted it.
\tThis repeated itself three times, with her emulating her motions in sequence to ensure the exact same proportions and enchantment. All the while, Sassori sat at his chair, with one leg folded over the other as he watched. It was quite interesting to him.
\tEventually, she turned and slid three flasks across the table at him, each with a maroon color and the faintest hint of turbulence within the potions, its pearlescent mass swirling and bubbling up within itself. “There ya go. If you'd like, I can give you a pouch and a series of vials to properly divide the portions up. Trust me, you don't want to drink too much or you'll end up leaking from both ends.”
\t“I'd be happy to accept that gift, anything from a gorgeous girl such as yourself.”
\tCero rolled her eyes at his advances before begrudgingly dividing the potion equally among fifteen different vials, all of which she put into a little pouch that rolled up and looped in on itself like a belt. “Fine, just don't go getting into trouble. We don't need your kind ruining vore for the rest of us.”
\t“What do you mean?”
\t“The murders around town? The missing agens? I know that's you. If word gets around that a snake is going around, killing and eating his victims, it'll make the furred fools of this terrestrial world target us, and I'm sure you know how unpleasant that can be. Just, don't be stupid and realize your actions reflect on us all.”
\tHe nodded, carefully taking the rolled up pouch and putting it into his own pack. “You know, I'm a mercenary, not a bounty hunter. I sometimes also work as an assassin for hire. Would you not agree that it makes a lot more sense to end my victims as prey instead of letting their bodies go to waste? Who cares how they died, I was going to kill them, anyway.”
\t“Not the point, Sassori. The problem is that you get pleasure from it. Alas, I really don't think we should discuss this if we want to maintain any sort of working relationship in the future, so you go and do your thing, but I don't want to hear about it. Begone.”
\tSassori opened his maw to speak, only to realize it wouldn't help. “As you wish, my lady.” He bowed and turned to step out of the room, pausing for a moment as his hand reached for the door handle. “Will I see you again in the near future?”
\t“I work eight days a week, so yes.” She said with a blunt and crisp tone, eager to end the conversation.
\t“Good. Should see you in a month or so once I've exhausted my supply.”
\t“If you need that much potion to keep your cycle active, Then yes, I will gladly keep you supplied. Just, promise me you won't discuss the nature of your needs. I might not appreciate it.” She sat back down and opened up a desk drawer, grabbing a needle and a tube from it as well as a receiving bag for the ademane replacements she would extract for herself. Even before Sassori had left the room, she had already felt around her neck for the gland and gently inserted the needle.
\t“Adieu.” He said, then quickly left, closing the door behind him to once again be in the massive open domed room with all the other furs. He barely contained a hiss before exiting the potion underground.
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\tThe night may have no longer been young, but Sassori had a job to do. After downing the first vial of the potion, he waited for the telltale gurgle of his body purging his digestive fluid to replace it with the breathable stuff before heading south to the Yin and Yang by the lake front. He opted to travel around the rim of the city, between what could be called the urban and rural areas.
\tLike most of his life up to this point, he just preferred to be away from most people. Fewer buildings and more vegetation meant he could better travel through the land until he would arrive at a cliff overlooking the bay where the club was situated. From there, he could see the whole layout of the area with ease.
\tYin and Yang was a very loud bar on the beach, with throbbing beats and flashing lights creating a steady drone of sound and a strobe of light that would burst into the sky or out into the surrounding area. To its front, a typical swanky pad location, with a well-groomed yard and ornate landscaping dotted with perfectly placed trees and ferns, as well as their parking lot. On either side of the building, dense jungle smothering it so close that the leaves were vibrating with the sounds of the music coming from within. However, behind the building was the beach of the cove at the end of a wharf attached to it, with one peninsula playing host to a tall cliff.
\tThat was where Sassori chose to stake out the location. The club itself was only two stories tall, so he could see right over it to witness guests coming and going. From there, he could see three of the four sides of the building, so he would be able to keep his keen night-hunting eyes open for the colorful biped gryphon he was to be tasked with abducting.
\tUnfortunately, hours had passed since the task had been given, so it was nearly two AM and the party was starting to wane. This meant that there was a small chance his window of opportunity had waned. Its inhabitants were likely all very drunk, so if his target was inside there was a good chance she might remain in there and he may never get a chance to to coax her out.
\tThough he was able to observe the sixty or more party goers, he couldn't exactly suss out the details of the situation and hadn't yet seen Lev. While on the verge of changing his battle plan mid-attack, he was graced with the look of that same bird he'd seen with tongue up in her mate's cloaca. Perfect. Now he wouldn't need to spend any more time in that hellish mass of fur and feathers than he had to.
\tSassori's plan was simple. He was going to slip into the bar by sea, arrive wet and faking horniness in order to coax that gryphon into flirting with him. Then, onto phase two, simple enough.
\tHe shed all his equipment atop the cliff, since he knew it wouldn't be disturbed there and this was one of the many clubs that didn't insist upon silly clothing. He preferred to go au-naturel unless he was under heavy fire, where even his impenetrable scales were not good enough protection. When nude, he dove off and into the deep water, diving and twisting once he broke the surface to redirect himself upward. Using his tail like both a rudder and paddle, he slithered through the water to quickly make it to the end of the pier, climbing up with water trickling down over his scales.
\tThere, a few random partiers were dancing and stomping at the wood with their hooves, having a good time and sipping their fruity drinks. Though some of the people there were as big or bigger than him – mostly other dragon types and equines – he was larger and more intimidating than nearly everyone else there, Especially Lev.
\tAfter passing a group of seals that had apparently been clubbed a little too hard, he once again set his eyes on his target. He flicked his tongue every few seconds to keep each of his available senses keen on her. Though no words could be spoken amidst the throbbing of the music, he was able to quickly make her feathers ruffle be leaning up next to her and nuzzling her from behind, tongue flicking out over her beak.
\tGiven that she was drunk and he was very well defined, she quickly turned and started grinding up against him, rubbing her rump feathers on his leg and shimmying up and down his belly, all while precariously holding onto a drink. Though this seemed remarkably simple and way too easy for him, he knew that drunks were notoriously easy to coax into virtually anything, especially when there was music and a light show accentuating the effects of the booze.
\tSo he went with it, fake-dancing and coiling his tail up her thigh to lightly brush over her cloaca. Though he couldn't hear the trilling that came from her, he could see her beak gape out in a gasp as she grabbed at his tail, pushing it harder against her opening. Given how tightly packed the area was, nobody else could see this, so she slid her hands down the length of his tail until she found the end, which she used her free hand to guide up between her legs.
\tSassori felt more than a little stupid for going to this level, but he was actually growing a little aroused and felt like he might even be able to have an actual go at her before snatching her up. No harm done as long as she didn't recognize him when sober.
\tAnd thus, his truly predatory instincts took over.
\tHe grabbed her around the waist and forced her to grind her hips back against him, his powerful arms squeezing at her body while his tail constricted her leg. She could have resisted, or even straight out walked away – at least that was the impression he gave – but instead she pushed back, smiling with a gape-grin the whole time.
\tOnce he was sure he had her in his grasp, he released her and un-coiled his tail, slowly walking backwards while staring at her with his piercing yellow eyes, a hint of swirling magic emanating from his irises to hypnotize her. His wiles would have worked on her even when sober, but being drunk meant she lacked the mental fortitude to resist.
\tAs he walked away, he grinned at her and she followed, unwilling to let him go too far out of her range. She needed him, now, since he'd so willingly and eagerly caressed her in just the right way, and she had found her partner for the night. Or so she thought.
\tHe kept drawing her away from the crowd, a few steps at a time until they were both out on the pier overlooking the lake and the reflection of the moon dancing on its surface. This is when Sassori quickly slipped his way through the dense foliage into the surrounding jungle, coaxing her to lean in close and see if she could find him.
\tBefore she could call out, he had coiled up and struck at her, his maw clenching down on her shoulder and neck as he pulled her into a tight squeeze, his entire body twisted and contorted to hold her in place as his powerful hands clutched at her throat to keep her quiet.
\tYet, to his surprise, she wasn't resisting, like she was still in her hypnosis or just straight up willing. This was a bit of a problem for him, as the struggle was his favorite part of the hunt and he didn't like it when his victims enjoyed his attack. He couldn't bite her to inject her with venom, as that constituted harm, and he certainly couldn't constrict any more than he was, so he opted to get a different kind of satisfaction from her.
\tWhile his body writhed and squeezed, his crotch bucked forward and both his hemipenes popped out between her legs. A gentle hiss escaping his lips as his tongue flicked over her cheek.
\tIn response, she purred. Actually purred. Like she was enjoying every second of this. Did she just like aggressive males? Had a lady-boner for snakes? Maybe she just wasn't scared or didn't care. Maybe she was playing along without knowing it!
\tWhatever the case, Sassori didn't much want to dwell too much on it, so he shifted his body in waves, grinding his hips up under her tail to aim his member at her vent. Then, to his surprise – one after another, it seemed – she reached down between her legs and grabbed both shafts with one hand, converging the tips and easing herself onto both to be double penetrated.
\tInside, he felt each member slide into a different one of her cloacal tunnels, one vaginal and one anal, as each tip parted in a different direction, thus locking them together. He kept at her, twin members sliding in and out even as he squeezed at her throat and forcefully angled her beak upwards. From there, he lightly peeled his upper body away from her back to slowly gape open his maw, closing it over her entire head in one bite.
\tStill, she didn't resist him. Even as he gulped and forced his saliva-slicked gullet over her with his lips passing over her breast and teeth clenching down on her neck and shoulders, she didn't resist. Instead, she just clenched down a bit harder on his cocks and started grinding.
\tIn his mind, he was at least going to have one hunger sated, so he kept with her head reared back and twisted in his gullet as he sucked on her, teeth holding her in place as he continued to grind his wiry body up against hers. They remained there, in that position with his maw slowly descending on her body and cocks still lodged firmly inside her, for the better part of a half hour before he finally felt his climax build and erupt into her. The pressure of his serpentine seed made both is cocks pop out of her at once, allowing him to rear his own head up to flip her upside down.
\tGravity helped her to slide down her gullet, legs spread and cloaca covered with his seed as she squirmed and wiggled her way down into his belly.
\tOnly her legs remained sticking out as a ruffle could be heard in the trees above. He disregarded it at first, but when he looked and flicked his tongue he found it was his client, furiously masturbating to the view of Sassori swallowing his ex-mate.
\tHe gulped back the last of Lev, twisting his neck to force her relatively small body to curl up in his belly as he yawned, re-aligning his jaw. “Everything alright, up there?” Sassori asked, not happy that he had been watched in his carnal feeding state.
\tHaving apparently finished his own climax, the client hopped down from the tree, flapping to lighten his landing. “Yeah, everything is fine.” He said, reaching forth to pat Sassori on his haunches. “Thanks for that, but you can let Lev go now. I think she, uh, learned her lesson.”
\tSassori let out a low his as his golden amber eyes narrowed. “What is this?” He asked, sensing he'd been duped in some way.
\t“Oh, just a fantasy of ours. You played your part perfectly. But you can let her go now, I think it's about time to call this a night. You've been wonderful. In fact, I think I'd like to tip you for your exceptional part in all this. I truly cannot thank you enough.” He went to reach into his bag, only to be struck by an angry Sassori.
\tThe naga had been played – by a pathetic feathered creature, no less – and he didn't appreciate that. Had this come from a fellow naga or had the information been properly shared prior, he would not be angry. As it stood, he felt cheated and lied to, so he reacted in the most effective and communicated he knew would get his point across.
\tHe constricted that client of his to the point of passing out, and he ate that gryphon as slowly and as spitefully as he could muster, leaving both he and his 'ex-mate' together curled up in his belly, where they would stay until Sassori knew what he was going to do with them.
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