The Odd One - 2 (Patreon)

It takes a bit of, ‘gentle’ coaxing, to get the sheepish little intruder to open up, and perhaps a few vaguely threatening mentions of her mighty girth.

Almost as thick as the mouse was tall, a girth that can snap the mightiest tree in Mossflower like a twig, bend steel as if it were rubber. A girth, that now cradled the mouse’s vulnerable little neck, holding him in place as he was interrogated.

So one could imagine the serpent’s initial confusion as the captive mouse was now as red as an apple as his breathing quickened, his pulse pounded like a jackhammer, an occasional pleasured moan escaping his lips as that thick, mighty coil shifted and pressed into his throat, even knowing, if his serpent host saw fit, his neck could be snapped, his skull crushed, with just the slightest little flex.

The mouse was…

…Enjoying this?

Her confusion became bewilderment as the stammering mouse began to share such strange, exotic, and oddly specific fantasies and desires with her, desires he had never shared with any of his fellow mice, nor any creature, for that matter.

How could he? When his desires all revolved around snakes; To feel their thick coils around his delicate form, to walk bare along them, like in old snake legends, to fall under their hypnotic spell, and most taboo of all, to slip away into the deep, long, seemingly endless folds of their stomach, for only a little while, of course, not that he had a death wish. But even so, the peril and danger was just too much for him to resist, and he had to experience them first hand.

It had been a deep, dark secret his entire life, a shame, even. How the other mice would shun him, and how the Abbey would ostracize, and perhaps just cast him out, for such thoughts and dreams.

And so, to his own confusion, and delightful surprise, Asmodeus’s bewilderment would now become amusement, and curiosity.

So the snake has a fan, does she?

Very well, she’ll humor him…