The Odd One - 5 (Patreon)

It takes many tedious minutes, experimentation, and not to mention a few stumbles and near falls. But now, all the frustrations seemed to just melt right away, as the mouse finally took those first few tentative steps.

And thus began the mouse’s calming, relaxing little stroll. Not exactly a walk in the park, nor the woods, but relaxing nonetheless. Asmodeus’s soft, emerald flesh pressing against his soles with each step, feeling so warm, silky, like fine leather against his soles.

It began as a test of balance and patience, up until a few minutes ago. But now, the two could just share this odd, but wholesome moment together, enjoying the pleasure of each other’s company.

“Umm…Chip…”

“Mmm?” Asmodeus perks up as the calming silence was gently broken, looking to her guest as he walks by.

“Chip is my name…ummm, mame…” The mouse named Chip blushes, having forgotten to introduce himself properly.

“Mmmm…Chip…” Says the adder, savoring the name a moment, Chip gently dragging his foot along the green, smooth path that was her back, shuddering from the sensations, which had both soothed his mind and body, but also, as the snake would clearly see, awoken another part of him, down between his legs.

“Mhmhmhmh…. Well Chip…I’d assssssk how I’m doing….thoooooough…”

Chip’s face flushes red, the snake’s eyes trailing down to his awakening little friend, answering the snake’s question without Chip even opening his mouth.

“I…oh ummm…I uhhh…eehehehe…you see I…” Asmodeus just snickers, his anxious stream of word salad and excuses failing to direct her attention away from his dilema, Chip falling silent as his ears fold in embarrassment.

“Oh ya’ pervy little weirdo…” Her teasing had some playful bite, and for a moment, Chip tenses up, had he offended her? Were his fantasies too dirty and strange, even for a giant snake?

His anxieties are quickly eased as she hovers up alongside of him, eyes warm, not a hint of judgement or shame in them.

“Well…keep walking, ya dork…” She hisses, herlittle insult laced with affection and tenderness, Chip feeling like his heart could just melt now.

He was weird, cringy, a dork, strange…. He was him.

And for once in his life, he felt just fine with this.

He felt free.

The cold blooded predator began to feel a tinge of warmth in her cheeks, as she herself blushed, floating alongside Chip, sharing in his warm, easy going presence.

He may not be the only weirdo…