Spa with a Snake
After making my payment at the receptionist desk, I walk my way to the locker room to put my posessions away and head to my designated room. I visited this particular space port enough to know the right hours and rooms to reserve to get my perfect environment: quiet, alone, and a gorgeous view of the starry sky. If anyone did happen to book the medium-sized room as well, they were usually like me in that we would greet, maybe share some small talk, and give our goodbyes, but typically nothing more.
Using my given keycard, I enter the room and bask in its cozy aura. Its not incredibly fancy looking, but after I get situated I tend to focus my eyes on either the star-speckled space out the window or just rest my eyes entirely, so the rooms appearance wasn't too much of my interest. While I do enjoy the sound of just the water gently swaying from my form, I decide to put on some gentle saxaphone focused jazz on the room's complimentary tablet. Listening to the mellow toons, I easy myself into the warm water and sit down, the water coming up to just above my neck. I ease my head back to rest it on a bundled-up towel and admire the night sky, occasionally bringing my focus from star to star, letting my gaze wander in this infinite roadmap.
After a few minutes, though, I hear an accepting beep come from the door I used. I let out a quiet sigh, as I was really enjoying the silent privacy I had. I don't make any movements, still just taking in the music and scenery. What does make me feel an urge to stir is hearing a hiss come from behind me. Wild serpents are not common at all in spa areas in space such as this so I did not feel fear of being attacked by a wild one. What I was nervous about is my general... adoration... for snakes. Anyone who knows me enough knows how much I find them to be attractive. I've seen snakes in this spa port before but they were usually the more social-type, frequenting the populated pools, not secluded ones such as this.
I slowly turn around so I can see who I'll have to mentally prepare myself to share this area with. They were rather long, the end of their tail only just now entering the room and closing the door. It was also quite the girthy tail, yet despite that, it was so smoothly and effortlessly sliding along the floor, squishing so freely against the floor. Following the teal scales up to the owner's head, I see a hooded serpent, casually flicking its tounge out at the walls and rows of towels. Maybe its their first time in this room? Seeing its eyes, though, takes me a bit off guard. They were almost pitch black, with red irises that gave off a sinister mood. A snake with demon eyes did spark some fear in my, despite my soft spot for the species. It was the kind of eye that, even when not looking back at me, I could tell they held a lot of confidence in themself, maybe even to a detrimental degree. Not every sentient serpent is able to invoke magic from it's eyes, but seeing them stare back at me, I felt quite a bit of power eminating from them.
Oh, they were staring back at me.
After internally cursing myself to oogling up a stranger, I asses that simply turning back around without a word would be more rude, so I give a small smile and wave to them. The snake's eyes narrow as they speak.
"Ah, it seems they paired me up with someone. It doesn't seem like you are upset at my presence, however." It says in a rather monotone voice. Its hard to tell if they view MY presence as a positive or negative fact.
"Oh, not at all!" I respond. "I think this port has been getting a lot more attention. They've been pairing me up my last few visits.". This was only half-true. The port has been getting more attention, just not on days like today usually.
The snake lowers its head to be level with my almost submerged face before slithering over to be much closer. I lean back a bit, unnerved by the forwardness of this scary-eyed stranger.
"That is not what I was refering to. I was making note of how you were eyeing my entire body shortly after I entered" it responded. A wave of embarassment washes over my face. As my mind rushes to find an excuse, my eyes once again find themselves staring deeply in the serpent's pools of abyss. As someone who has been entranced through visual stimuli before, I knew there wasn't any active magic at work behind their eyes, but I still felt... off by them. Like they where reading each part of my face closely and maybe even my mind. It made me scared to say anything that was an absolute truth, so I spoke it with a shameful tone.
"I... wanted to see exactly who would be sharing this room tonight. I find your form to be quite fascinating."
The snake's eyes may have widened slightly at that, or maybe they were just adjusting to continue reading me. I see the tip of their tail slowly making its way to the music playing tablet across the water.
"It is not often someone says that to me in such a direct way. My name is Motaz. Would you want to be wrapped by my tail as we relax for tonight?" The snake inquires. My cheeks flush, taken aback by how direct THEY were being.
"Emm, I wouldn't MIND it persay, but-" I stammer out, noticing Motaz's snout come closer to mine, also noticing their tail tip successfuly shift the music to a more mellow, electronic track.
"-we just met. Is that something you'd really just want to do with a stranger?". My mind was very split on the situation. There are plenty of stories of serpents wraping up someone, willing or not, and placing them under a spell to whisk away. The fantasy was one that I relished in on occasion, but having such an upfront snake a few inches from my face has me second guessing. I suppose most beings have a natural fear of being bound by someone they don't know.
"We are both here to relax. You are someone who enjoys long tails, and it would please me to wrap around someone who looks squishy. The staff here also prevents customers from being harmed. There are no dangers to my offer. Answer my question." Motaz retorted, still in a monotone voice. After thinking it over for a moment, I came to agree with each part of that statement. I also don't get this opportunity often. Surely if this snake DID decide to try and keep me, the employees here would notice.
"Yes, Motaz, being wrapped in your tail sounds nice." I respond.
"Good. Allow me to get situated." They reply. I see the tip of their tail enter the pool and slowly slink towards me in the water. As my eyes are focused on it, I feel Motaz rest their head atop mine, their hood splayed out to slightly cover the sides of my head. I watch as their tail carefully trails under one of my thighs and begin to wind around my lower back and stomach. Motaz's purple underbelly feels very nice, having its smooth, lightly scaled fat rub across me.
"Your body feels, different. It feels like I could squeeze you a lot without causing pain." the snake states. I simply lean back, enjoying the secure feeling of their coils looping around me. I decide to bring my arms to my side, as to allow the tail to cover them as well.
"If you get the desire to, go ahead! I enjoy being squished." I say. Chalk it up to my very soft spot for snakes, but it felt particularly comfortable to have Motaz around me. Their choice in trance-like music probably had some play in this but it was just nice to simply allow them to do what they apparently wanted to do. Perhaps it was how direct they were with their desires? I'm not sure. What I was sure of was my excitement of feeling the winding tail reach my chest area.
"Then I shall proceed with some constrictions momentarily. Your texture feels smooth, practically like a stress ball." Motaz responds. It was a bit off-putting hearing that emotionless, almost disinterested voice while they were in direct contact with me. I'm familiar with this kind of personality, though having someone with it be in such close contact with me still feels strange. The tail is now around my chest. Due to Motaz's girth and my short stature, it only takes them a few coils to bind me from the hips to my neck area. Shortly afterwards, I can feel the lowest coil give me a bit of a squeeze, followed soon by the one above, and so on. Experiencing these rippling squeezes felt amazing. I let out an unintentional moan. It even felt like Motaz's head and hood were pressed into my head slightly before all of it released and began the same pattern. Though after the first time I made sure to close my mouth to prevent more noise.
"What is your name?" Motaz's asks.
"O-oh yeah. It's F-Flameshake, though feel f-free to just say Flame." I respond in between squeezes.
"Keep your mouth open, Flameshake. We are here to relax and actively closing your mouth will hinder that." Motaz replies almost immediatly after I finish speaking.
"Okay-y.." I reply, feeling a bit taken aback by their demands. I do find myself feeling very relaxed. Not as loud noises do escape my mouth, but this is such a nice experience. Watching the water create small waves from Motaz's slight movements is pleasant. My attention is brought back to their tail, however, as I feel the constrictions increase in strength while keeping around the same pace. I start to vocalize my appreciation again with similar volume moans as the first.
"My hypothesis was correct, your body does feel like it can take a good amount of my strength. I take it you are enjoying this level of constriction?" Motaz notes. I look up towards where their head would be, though from my position I can only see a bit of their snout without moving my head.
"Y-yeah. You are p-pressing in at a n-nice pace." I reply, feeling my mind practically melt and my body getting a bit softer from all of this pleasure. Maybe they did read my mind earlier. From the frequency of the squeezes to the amount of power put behind each one, along with the soothing visuals of the water waves, it felt like this stranger knew all of my buttons and how to push them.
"Despite you relaxed state, you still give informative feedback. Good boy." Motaz blankly states.
Make that another button pressed.
I feel a goofy smile spread across my face despite their praise being behind that emotionless tone. Its hard to recall if anything else was said that night. That casual usher of one of my favorite phrases spoken towards me locked my being in an absolute state of blissful relaxation. The rippling squeeze hugs, the freedom of my legs to just float in the warm water, the waves protruding from my position, the steady glow of the sky, and the knowledge I was safe in Motaz's grasp. All of it made the night one that has imprinted itself into my mind.
