Bolt raised a hand to his forehead, pulling up the white pinned up bonnie hat he was wearing, making him look like an Australian hunter. He wiped his brown and red streaked hair back from his sticky sweat lined forehead, pushing his hat back down. The Pegasus flapped his wings once in a futile attempt to get some cool air under his wings.
“Way… Too hot out here…” The dark blood red stallion groaned closing his eyes briefly, before turning the blue irises to his friend “How can you still wear that vest out here?” He asked.
Nightwish glanced back at his partner as he pushed more foliage aside, holding it as the tired stallion joined him onto another seemingly unimpressive patch of jungle “It doesn’t feel that hot to me.” The greyish white stallion said, adjusting his black vest, the material an identical dark black to his hair. Nightwish briefly rubbed his tired brown eyes “Besides… If they’re visiting here it’ll be worth it!” He said.
“If who’s visiting?” Bolt asked pulling at the dark green, semi-stained, tank top he was wearing. He paused again to pull his pants free that were caught in more branches, stamping them down with his boots, another ruined pair “Last time it was an empty clearing!” The stallion complained.
Nightwish gave a small smile, adjusting the collar of his grey shirt to scratch his neck “Have faith in me Bolt, you’ll see what we’re hunting, and you know the agreement?” He asked.
Bolt sighed and nodded “Yeah Night, I approach the ‘natives’ and let them become accustomed to me, when they realise I am no threat you will approach and do your… Science crap- Why do you even need me?” Bolt asked ducking under a large wasp, dagger ended bastards!
“Because, if things should go wrong,” The Pegasus said pausing to turn and face Bolt to put emphasis on the importance “It means one of us is still around to recover the other from harm or get help!” Nightwish said tapping his satchel. If there’s a problem, purple flare, they had a small science team that Nightwish’s teacher, Luna, had provided.
The pair kept up the pace, making their way, to Bolt’s knowledge, further into the forest. Seemingly never ending matching trees rose to greet them, hanging mossy vines swaying in the breeze as long shafts of shifting light bore down to let the plants below grow “Okay… Enlighten me, where are we?” Bolt asked pausing as he unflicked a curved carving knife, the chef had other uses than just being a decoy. Bolt kept the pair fed and safe from poison.
But mainly, he was the decoy, Nightwish had just given it a fancy title and description!
“We’re here.” Nightwish said as he approached another matching bush.
Bolt opened his mouth to object as he joined to stand beside Nightwish, then he paused as he looked ahead.
A clearing was just past the trees, with a space for a large lake that curled into the forest, feeding the trees and animals with life, the lake was fed by a waterfall that led further away from the pair. The grass around the pool of cool clear water was lush bright green and looked very soft, otherwise the area seemed deserted… Not even birds chirped nearby, though their songs could be heard away from them, as if the place was being given a wide birth!
Nightwish, however, did not pause like his companion to admire the scenery, he glanced around “They’re not here either!” He groaned, holding his hands over his eyes, rubbing them.
Not the flower clearing, not the mountain ledge and not even the lake! Nightwish was out of ideas, he knew they were here and his intel had been good but…
Nightwish heard a bush shift and looked up eagerly, but it turned out to be Bolt, approaching the pool “What are you doing?” Nightwish asked softly.
“Taking a bath! Look around there’s nopony in sight! And I’m hot, sweaty and VERY tired, so while you figure out where to go next I’m gonna relax!” Bolt said, Nightwish growled and Bolt raised his right hand in a wave as he walked forward. Nightwish sat down pulling out his notepad to think and plan… Whilst also able to see his idiot friend by the lake just in case.
Bolt sighed, pulling his hat then top off over his head. Bolt unclipped the knife and backpack he had to lug around and dumped it all in a messy pile, only having the sense to leave the knife on top of it all in case trouble turned up. In nothing but his underwear, the stallion stretched his wings out, hands up over his head as he stretched, before stepped into the flowing water before him. Bolt cooed quietly as his body sank into the water, the stallion pushing up from the floor of the lake to float, just his head above the water.
Nightwish glanced at his friend, who was lazily floating on the water now. Nightwish sighed, his friend did have many uses on this trip, but his poor tolerance to heat made him… Impatient, kind of funny for a chef but Nightwish supposed he was used to working in his wagon with air conditioning… No such luck out here. As Nightwish scribbled over his map, trying to figure out where the three points met or led back to the tribe’s home, Nightwish gave another glance towards Bolt.
He had company.
Nightwish sat up, able to see them whilst his friend was oblivious to their presence right now, he could warn him, but the idea of running off with his friend in his underwear through the jungle with those two after them didn’t appeal… Plus, Nightwish had been looking for them and he’d now found them, or they’d found them really. If worse came to worse he could help out if Bolt needed it!
Bolt opened his eyes slowly, staring up between the break in the trees, the sun was past midday, close to three or four now so it wasn’t shining directly on him. As Bolt followed the winding clouds he noticed a soft shifting flicker of colour. Naturally he looked towards it and a cold stone fell into the pit of his stomach.
Bolt had not been informed exactly WHAT the tribe’s people would look like, but he had still expected… Well, he’d expected them to look Equestrian like him at least! Instead, two mares hung from the trees. Had they been more hidden from view Bolt could’ve been forgiven for believing they were like him, but he saw them in all their intimidating form!
Waist up, the first, appeared to be a blond coloured mare, a smooth form working up her body to her face, purple hair fell down behind her head to her waist, a golden headband held it back in place with a few stray locks falling down the front, and further down were some golden hair bands making her hair end in a ponytail. She also wore a golden necklace, though the jewel within was too far to see from where Bolt was. However this wasn’t what spooked him. Waist down, the mare’s body flowed into a blond scale covered armoured snake tail, with a different hue of yellow for the belly, winding and curling around the trees, her tail was as thick as Bolt’s body over two times, and along the top of the tail were several golden coloured patterns like a reticulated python’s!
The second mare was also blond, with a pink mane instead of purple like her friend, her hair was braided but a little messier on top, her tail, bright yellow with a pink belly and odd butterfly markings, was tense and coiled, as if ready to strike, it was also noticeably thinner than her friends, only as thick as a normal pony’s body at its widest. She was also pretty but a lot more hostile. They both appeared to be wearing some sort of plant like clothing, which loosely covered their bodies, made up of leaves, fibres and some fur. The second’s clothing being bigger having to cover… More on the front.
Bolt paid little attention to their stances or strange otherworldly beauty, instead he kicked up and swam for his stuff. He heard two splashed, one very soft and graceful, barely audible if you weren’t listening for it, and the other caused a wave to push Bolt further along. To his credit, Bolt managed to actually reach his stuff and grab his knife pulling it out, he turned. Despite climbing in slower, and being by far larger, the first lamia proved much more agile than her friend. She stood up to observe Bolt and the stallion grabbed her by the chest area of her shirt, pointing his knife towards her. She glanced between Bolt’s face and his knife, just staring at him. She had purple slitted eyes, which blinked occasionally, as if she were more curious than afraid. Bolt had expected hissing or a tail smack but… The stallion lowered his weapon slightly so it pointed above her head and his grip loosened in confusion, before the mare’s friend arrived.
Nightwish watched from the side lines, seeing the pair of lamias, as was the name of the species, glide on the water in smooth S shapes towards Bolt. The first one reached him and Nightwish’s partner appear to have her held at bay, then he seemed to back off slightly, as if unsure why the lamia wasn’t attacking him… Leaving him open for her friend.
Nightwish had to cross his finger and start counting, if Bolt didn’t get up in thirty seconds he’d act!
Bolt managed to turn his head as the second lamia smacked into him from the side, hissing as her giant tail followed her upper body. Bolt was torn from the first lamia as he hit the water, the force of the collision and the water sent his knife tumbling into the water as well and sending it downstream, but he wasn’t paying any heed to that yet. Bolt managed one meek gasp of air before his head was smacked underwater. Bolt felt the coils, much more agile and graceful than him underwater, curl and wrap around his chest, shoulders and neck, pinning him to the floor of the lake and squeezing to force the wisps of air out. Bolt tried to pry them off, staring up at the face of the attacker, blue slitted eyes glared down at the trapped stallion.
Bolt, after the strike he’d received by the mare, had no air in his lungs, the last bubbles he’d managed to suck in before sinking spewed forth from his mouth and his legs kicked wildly, his vision darkening “I don’t want to die like this!” He thought, though he had little choice it seemed.
Above the surface Nightwish was just on twenty six when the first mare, the larger of the two spoke “Let him up!” Nightwish paused in his counting as the other lamia, pinning Bolt, looked over.
“What?” She asked “He tried to attack you!”
The first mare shook his head “He had his chance and he hesitated, give him a chance, plus… I am curious.” What did that mean, she was curious?
The first mare grunted then dragged Bolt up out the water, the poor stallion coughing madly to clear his lungs. The first mare pushed her friend back and Bolt was dragged forward till the coils whipped away off him, smacking his head. Breathing harshly, Bolt looked up at the first mare, who gave an apologetic smile.
Bolt spoke first “Thank you…” He gasped quietly.
The mare blinked then smiled, baring a set of snake like fangs than made Bolt shiver “You’re welcome, I do apologise for my friend, she was just being defensive.” She grumbled staring at Bolt, who raised a hand to rub his sore neck as phantom pains of the intense pressure returned.
“Let’s try again with no jumping at each other and no knife pinning,” Bolt felt a drip of a thought pass by as he realised the absence of his weapon and nodded, anything to keep the second snake off him “I am Mist Reticle, but Mist is much nicer, my friend here is Fluttershy.” Mist said holding a hand out to her friend, who shrugged.
“I’m Bolt…” Bolt managed lamely, feeling there was little else to say in response before “What are you?” One second passed before he kicked himself and glanced at Fluttershy, who bared her own fangs in a snake like grin as the penny dropped he’d sounded offensive.
“We’re lamias,” Mist said, raising a hand and turning Bolt’s head back towards her “It’s okay to be curious about us, Bolt, not many know of us.” Mist said glancing at her friend with daggers.
“What are you doing here?” Fluttershy asked icily.
“I can answer that.”
As Nightwish watched Bolt introduce himself to the pair, learning their names and species, Nightwish soon realised that, despite the second lamia’s hostility, the first one was much more in charge, likely higher up in the tribe and she was much kinder, and he imagined it would be a bad thing for Bolt to hold back information, or for him to remain hidden once he was revealed. So he stood up, grabbed is bag and walked over as if taking a walk, raising a hand as he spoke, speaking in response to Fluttershy’s question.
“I can answer that.”
Mist and Fluttershy turned to face the new comer, Fluttershy braced herself, but Nightwish calmly raised his hands, folding one down to pull his jacket back, revealing a curved knife similar to Bolt’s. He tugged it out and tossed it aside.
“There… I have no weapons, can we talk?” Nightwish asked.
“Of course.” Mist said whilst Fluttershy gave a very small growl “So, like my friend here asked, why are you around here?”
“Well we came looking for you, or more specifically I did,” Nightwish said “Bolt was acting as my partner to help me get here and make sure we could watch each other’s backs.” Nightwish explained, tugging off his own boots and socks and sitting his feet in the water casually. Internally he wanted to start hyperventilating but he’d learnt to submerge these urges and fears, hoping it would comfort these two.
“Why did you want to find us? We’re not pets for your animal prisons!” Fluttershy hissed quietly.
“No, that’s not what I want, I just want to study you, learn your habits, traditions and what you do. I could only find you this way sadly.” Nightwish explained.
Mist gave a gentle smile “Well where do you want to start?” She asked.
“Erm, can we see where you live?” Nightwish asked.
Bolt slowly raised his hand “Actually, I’m okay with… Just this encounter and I’ve done my work, so I’m going to leave you lot here now,” He said standing up “It was fun, Nightwish, discovering a species that almost killed me but you can enjoying the rest alone. Bye!” The Pegasus said turning and making his way towards his clothes.
“Now hold on,” Mist said sliding in front of Bolt and making him step back as the lamia smiled innocently at him “You don’t really want to go yet do you? I mean, how will you find your way back? Not to mention it must have taken all day to get here. Long, tiring walks like that will leave you weak and hot. Night time predators could easily get you.” Mist said grinning “After all, the reason you two stuck together was for protection, where is safer than right under the top predators in the jungle?” Mist asked.
Bolt rubbed his shoulder glancing back at Fluttershy and Nightwish, the latter taking in Fluttershy’s form, who seemed to be doing likewise with a snaky grin “I… I dunno Mist, I really just want to go…” Bolt said meekly.
Mist raised one hand to her neck, covering her necklace “Okay, how about I give you a short little massage, help you… Adjust to the idea of being close to me, it can’t do any harm, one nice cool coil to stiff the heat and tension, right? And when it’s over you can go if you still want to!” Mist suggested.
Bolt once again glanced at Fluttershy and Nightwish who were listening in on the conversation with interest, Bolt looked at Mist, her gentle welcoming smile never faltering “Alright… I suppose it wouldn’t do me any harm to… Try at least.” Bolt finally said.
Mist gave a soft ‘yay’ as she approached Bolt, the stallion flinching as she placed both hands on his shoulders. Bolt allowed Mist to push him down so he was sat on the rock floor under the water, his upper torso just sticking out. Mist lifted up a thick heavy looking coil with her hands, the muscles inside flexing eagerly for a warm body, one coil huh… Looked like seven stuck together! Mist smiled at Bolt’s nervous stare.
“Don’t worry, heavier coils feel nicer, I’m just making sure you get the best!” Mist said as she lowered it over Bolt’s head so it was behind him.
Bolt stared at Mist, trying to see if she had double intentions, he couldn’t see anything in her that indicated that, so he waited patiently until he felt the cold coil touch his neck. He shivered as more of the coil was lowered onto his back. The entirety of the back of Bolt’s neck was covered alongside his shoulders, the coil curling back towards Mist to hang down his bare chest, the thick muscular and soft fat of the scales underneath pressing into Bolt all over, wherever it touched… He couldn’t lie to himself, it didn’t feel all that bad. The coils were heavy but not over baring, not to hard that it was like the rock under him, but not too soft it felt weird… Nice, a perfect touch…
Mist smiled as she placed her hand on her neck again, Bolt felt her tail flex, causing it to slide against Bolt’s body, rubbing and shifting the skin and muscles of his body underneath. Bolt let out a long breath, okay… So this wasn’t so bad, but he still kept his eyes on Mist.
“I can see you’re still scared,” Mist whispered softly and Bolt wondered why, he managed to shift his gaze to Fluttershy and Nightwish, the former now much closer to the latter “Maybe I can help with that.” Mist offered and Bolt turned to face her.
“How?” Bolt managed to ask before the whole coil around him pressed in and he moaned softly as something clicked into a perfect place, Bolt then let Mist support his weight, leaning back as if in a chair.
“My necklace… Just watch it, please…” Mist said lowering her hand, her index finger playing with the underside.
Bolt could now see the gem inside Mist’s necklace, it was… Strange, it was several different colours, like an odd liquid rainbow, and staring at them made his head fuzzy and weird. At first it was just confusing then it began to make him feel nice… Relaxed, the concern for what the gem was doing took a back seat, as the coils pressed in more.
“I suppose you want to stay…?” Mist asked.
“Yeah… Yeah okay…” Bolt said quietly, watching the necklace with unwavering attention.
“Good… I’ll let you settle into this then… I’m sure you would like to be off that hard uncomfortable rock, and onto my soft welcoming tail.” Mist hissed quietly.
“Yes… I would like to be closer… To you...” Bolt said, the mild confusion sitting beside the worry about the gem, Bolt wished it would shut up so he could enjoy it all…
Nightwish watched as Mist lowered a coil down over his friend’s shoulder… What would it feel like “What’s Mist doing?” Nightwish asked. Fluttershy turned to him and smirked.
“She’s prepping him up for some fun.” She said softly. The pair glanced over at Bolt as he turned to look at Mist again, his attention soon locked to her neck… Nightwish could see the stallion was rather content as he was…
“What kind of fun?” Nightwish asked and Fluttershy pushed herself up and leaned close to him, the start of her snake tail leaning on his legs, curling and wrapping around his ankles.
Fluttershy placed both hooves either side of Nightwish and smiled “The same kind of fun… I’m going to have with you.” She whispered as her tail tip, damp from the water, curled up and brushed against Nightwish’s waist.
Nightwish watched Fluttershy pull off his vest, tugging his shirt up off his head, bit by bit she stripped him as the stallion turned crimson in the face “Is it… That sort of fun?” He asked And Fluttershy paused to look at him before dumping Nightwish’s pants aside.
The lamia slowly retreated back into the water, smiling as she tugged on his ankles as if he were a fish caught on a line “Maaaaaybe… It depends.” She said.
“On what…?”
“Do you want it?” Fluttershy asked smirking.
Nightwish paused looking back towards Bolt and Mist, Bolt seemed to be zoned out slightly now… It looked… Really good.
“Think of it this way… There’s no better way to learn our ways than ‘hands on’. All you have to do it relax.” Fluttershy cooed “Don’t fight me.” She said as she slowly pulled Nightwish towards the water.
Nightwish paused, holding onto the bank before letting go and slipping into the water, Fluttershy swimming in circles slowly around him “Good boy,” She cooed raising her tail up out the water, the scales sparkling with water, the sunlight catching them and making them shine. Nightwish found watching the light bounce… Captivating “Just focus on my tail and you’ll soon learn… Your place.” Fluttershy cooed, making her tail rise and fall swiftly out and into the water, Nightwish paying close and abrupt attention to the coils, the shining beautiful coils, he never even caught onto what Fluttershy said.
Mist smiled as Bolt just sat before her dumbfounded. She wrapped a coil around his waist, lifting him up, his eyes never wavering from the necklace that entertained his mind so greatly not even for a second, as Mist curled a few coils under him into a pile, letting him go so he fell upon them like a living cushion. The coils gripped and pinched at Bolt’s butt making him blush a little.
“Want to know a secret?” Mist asked sliding closer to Bolt, so the stallion had to crane his neck to not lose sight of the necklace.
“W…What?” Bolt asked, not noticing the pause or stutter in his stupor.
“I’m hypnotising you.” Mist cooed “Enslaving you, and you’re loving it.” Mist admitted, grinning.
Bolt blinked, hypnotising him… But he was sure this wasn’t what hypnosis was like… It was talking and a watch or coin or… But the relaxed feeling, the idea of doing as Mist said. Bolt fought and closed his eyes and looked up at Mist who smiled wider.
“You can resist, that’s good it makes it more fun for us both. Now, now!” Mist scolded as Bolt tried to speak “Don’t argue.” Bolt closed his mouth then blushed, she was already able to do that to him!?
Mist grinned wider “I knew you were enjoying it and I promise, no harm will come to you, you’ll enjoy every second that’s to come!” Mist ran her tail tip along Bolt’s cheek as the thick coil around his shoulder looped around to cradle his head and grip his neck in a squeezing hug that caused him to pant softly “See, it feels good, my grip… My soft, squishy and strong coils holding you.” Mist traced her fingers along Bolt’s face, holding his attention to her face, away from her necklace.
“I’m sure you noticed whilst watching my necklace… Your mind was still conflicted, annoying buggy little thoughts, worries and fears of danger…” Mist leaned down, nose pressing against Bolt’s “I can make all that go away… I can make you love it with no confliction, I can make you… Taste heaven.” Mist whispered “Do you want that…? You got such a pitifully weak sliver, do you want to actually taste my sweet fruits?”
Bolt blushed, this was dangerous, a bad idea she could do anything to him! And he slowly nodded “Yes… I want to try this.” He admitted.
Mist tilted her head smiling “Willing… How sweet. I’ll make sure to take extra care of you.” She promised. Underneath Bolt felt Mist’s pile shift, his legs quivered as coils curled up over his ankles to his knees in one coils, his upper legs to his stomach, and his torso. Four strong thick coils gripped him easily!
“Now… We can REALLY play.” Mist said with a small laugh.
Fluttershy kept up the dancing coils, which spun, twirled and shifted in the air around her before Nightwish, making his head and body jerk about and sway, as if he were, ironically, a snake being charmed by this lamia. Fluttershy pushed her tail up behind Nightwish and, using his heavy arms, he pulled himself up so Fluttershy’s tail effortlessly curled under his rump. Fluttershy coiled Nightwish’s neck first, curling the tail tip downward, the tip winding slowly down and around Nightwish’s torso, his body, his waist, legs and feet, the coil around his neck growing in length until it was so thick and fat Nightwish could only look left and right, another coil curled around the back half of Nightwish’s head and gripped him from his left temple to his right temple, rubbing up and down slowly, as if kneading his brain through his skull, at the same time locking Nightwish’s gaze forward.
It was maddening, not being able to follow the shifting curling coils before him and see all their beauty! Fluttershy smiled as her tail slowly swayed down and slipped back under the water, she swayed slowly left and right as if dancing “Now for the real fun.” She proclaimed sliding up close to Nightwish.
Fluttershy rested her head directly before Nightwish’s, in perfect view for him to see her easily. She stared into his eyes silently, and Nightwish had the sense of foreboding excitement. He didn’t have to wait long, Fluttershy simply blinked and her eyes began to dilate. The pupils grew out into circles before covering her whole eyes, making them appear as empty black pools. There was a sensation in Nightwish’s mind of being pulled on before being pushed back, as if his mind was being shaken about, before colours appeared in Fluttershy’s empty eyes. Perfect circular rings, of all different colours and hues, pulsating quickly over Fluttershy’s eyes. Nightwish was quickly entranced and attempted to locate some sort of pattern to the otherworldly phenomenon, he couldn’t.
Just when Nightwish thought he had a pattern, it would change or a new ring would break it, not to mention, both eyes moved out of sync and in different patterns, so Nightwish tried to figure out them both together, he couldn’t. His brain was slowing, logical thinking escaping him… And yet……… All the while his mind cracked… He loved it, every second of it. All the while unaware his eyes had also shrunk into pinpricks, Fluttershy’s colourful rings having invaded his own eyes now!
“Such a good little stallion.” Fluttershy cooed “Just keep watching, let those pesky thoughts go, no need to think I can do that for you, no need to resist, because there’s nothing to be afraid of… No need to do anything but obey!” Fluttershy whispered.
Mist smiled at Bolt “Now, watch closely.” She ordered.
Mist, like Fluttershy, also blinked and her eyes also dilated, but it was the white of her pupil that stretched out for her. Just before the final spec of her black pupil faded the dilating stopped. Bolt watched the two tiny dots of black within the centre of Mist’s eyes, he knew he should look away… But curiosity was killing him, he WANTED to know what it’d feel like… It… Excited him at the concept.
So he watched, dooming himself as the black dot back to swirl in circles, in a spiral. As the dot span it left a line of black that thickened, in both eyes two slowly spinning black spirals wound in circles around Mist’s eyes. Bolt’s eyes widened and he felt as if he was falling endlessly into the spiral, yet held by it at the same time.
“How does it feel?” Mist asked.
“S-strange… Like I’m falling… And yet hovering too…” Bolt managed, his eye twitching as he stared.
Bolt gulped as Mist’s tail tightened for a moment, the huge coils that held him shifting, coiling higher up his body, then back down. The sensation of sliding coils kneading his body, relaxing him, caused those same sensations to spread to his weak suggestive mind as if his mind was being pampered physically as well.
“That’s good… You are falling, falling deeply into my spell, submitting, letting your mind go… And I am holding you in mind and body with my tail, keeping you from falling so deep you can never rise… But there’s so much more to see… To experience.” Mist paused.
Once again the lamia blinked and the spinning spiral stopped, Mist’s eyes once again turned white, the black pin prick sat within the middle before stretching out, changing Mist’s empty eyes to deep dark night black. Bolt’s eyes, having begun to emit a faded black spiral, slowly returned to normal, the poor stallion’s mind was still weak and reeling as Mist started up again.
Colourful rings, like Fluttershy’s eyes, spread rapidly, patternless and plentiful over Mist’s eyes. Bolt’s eyes locked onto them quickly, his own eyes beginning to shrink slowly as his mind was slowly invaded by the outside colours. Bolt moaned, not from fear or pain, but from longing and pleasure… It felt so good, as if he were being emptied of all worries, fears, concerns and problems. None of it mattered as long as Mist was there… Whittling his mind to nothing. Mist began to sway, letting her tail have a bit of slack so Bolt could follow, his body pushing up against the coils around him, helpless and weak.
Mist smiled as her eyes changed again. Still flooded with colours the pattern changed from rings to various small boxes of colours, each box changed colour, at the same time moving around as if it were some sort of unsolvable puzzle. Bolt tried to follow a starting colour from the top right to the bottom left but lost it, and then himself in each box. His mind was being compressed and packed away, his thoughts no longer needed. Mist grinned as Bolt’s eyes now began to mimic hers more effortlessly, his turning to shifting colourful boxes as she changed again. Diamonds slowly shifting and passing down like beautiful gems in a sand hourglass, each gem changed colour as it fell but it was impossible to follow where each gem went to due to all of the shifting tiny colours. Bolt sighed and cooed happily his eyes shifting to the new pattern in a matter of seconds. He felt as if he were tumbling into a pile of shifting warm hypnotic sand.
Next the colours all stretched into lines all over Mist’s eyes, in odd criss cross patterns all over. They began to dance like moving snakes, as they slid they wound and curled under other winding colours, as if they were changing as they crossed paths, Bolt’s eyes changed in perfect timing with Mist’s, and he had the double sensation of hundreds of snakes sliding over him, as well as Mist’s now shifting coils. They were squeezing and loosening but not in a pattern, pressing in and waving along his body, out of sync, in sync, tighter than others, looser than some.
Mist returned to the colourful rings and Bolt’s eyes matched Mist’s perfectly. Mist smiled, spiral, Bolt was right behind in the change… He had caved. Mist let her eyes shift and change slowly from pattern to patter, colour to colour, ring… To ring… Bolt just stared and absorbed the whole thing as his mind sucked in every hypnotic message it could.
“Bolt,” Mist whispered.
“Yes?” Bolt asked in an equally quiet voice, a small smile on his face at having been called his name.
“Are you enjoying this, my eyes, my display, my coils, my control?” Mist hissed softly and slowly.
Bolt managed a twitch of a nod, his head being squished in the soft muscular fat of Mist’s coils made it, on top of his fatigue, difficult for Bolt to move “Yes… I love it… I… I am yours to play with.” Bolt cooed and he felt his body twitch as if he’d tried to shiver, somehow admitting he was no longer in control, that he was now someone else’s toy… Felt wonderful!
Mist grinned, fangs bared “And I know just how to play with you.” She cooed reaching up and pulling her tribal clothing right off over her head.
Obey… Obey Fluttershy… Obey your Mistress, you are a plaything… Playthings obey, obeying is fun, pleasure is fun and fun is obeying!
Fluttershy grinned as Nightwish slowly began the looping mantra, she watched, with every completion of ‘Obeying is fun, pleasure is fun and fun is obeying’ more of Nightwish’s mind was broken and swept aside, before he began again. Nightwish kept going even as Fluttershy worked his body with her tail, squeezing until he had no air to speak his mouth wordless spoke his mantra, never ceasing. Fluttershy grinned, she could get use to clutching this little one so tightly! Maybe she would let him keep his mind, or some of it, just to break it every time!
Either way, Nightwish was soon a suggestable, spongy mush, putty for Fluttershy to toy with more… Intimately “Nightwish,” Fluttershy said strongly, raising herself up so she towered over him, curling forward so her head hovered above his, hands positioned as if to grab him, Fluttershy loosened her tight grip and Nightwish took a few quick breaths to get some air down.
“Y-Yes Mistress?” He croaked.
“Are you ready to truly enter a world of servitude to me?” Fluttershy asked and Nightwish nodded as fast as he could in his strong restraints “Good.” Fluttershy shifting her tail and Nightwish felt his boxers sliding down with the coils, Fluttershy reaching up to grab her clothes and pull them off and toss them aside “You will be sex toy!” Fluttershy proclaimed.
Nightwish blushed as he was pulled over to the side of the pool, Fluttershy dragged the stallion out of the water and lay his cocoon on the soft grass, her coils dripping water slowly. Fluttershy sat on Nightwish, weighing down his chest and making him breathe faster to compensate for his slightly squished lungs. Fluttershy lifted one coil up, revealing Nightwish’s crotch member and reached down. Her fingers brushed against the base of Nightwish’s shaft, she poked it and soon found his balls, fondling them with her whole palm as she watch Nightwish quiver and struggle, moaning meekly. Fluttershy gave a tight squeeze and was pleased to see Nightwish’s dick jump up to greet her.
Fluttershy made a soft pleased noise as both hands slowly caressed Nightwish’s length, exploring the pulsing muscle “Looks… Good.” Fluttershy whispered, more to herself than Nightwish. The lamia lay down to inspect it closer, entertained as it struggled pitifully in her grip.
Fluttershy opened her mouth and let her top two fangs brush against Nightwish’s penis, right up to the tip, tugging with one fang on the entrance threateningly, pulling back before it jumped. Whilst scaring him amused her, she would rather not rip her new toy in half so fast… There was… Much to try. Fluttershy pushed herself closed, tail whipping around as the start of her tail pinned down Nightwish.
“Lick your Mistress!” Fluttershy ordered and Fluttershy realised, as Nightwish moved his tongue around all the wrong places, he had no idea where to pleasure her!
Fluttershy sat up and squeezed Nightwish tightly, gripping his member so tightly, if he had a bone in it, it would surly have snapped “Idiot!” She hissed.
“M-Mistress, I’m sorry!” Nightwish pleaded as he began to take on a blue tint.
Fluttershy sighed as if irritated but trying to forgive him, loosening her grip and rolling over, Fluttershy placed a hand between her breasts, swallowing the limb inside. Fluttershy rolled her hand down her body to her scales, causing them to slide and shift down, revealing her wet vagina, clit winking at Nightwish naughtily “You see where it is now?” Nightwish nodded “Good! Now lick!” Fluttershy rolled over and smacked Nightwish back down under her.
She felt him grunt then shift his head. Fluttershy had to suppress a gasp as his thick stallion tongue rolled up her moist lips to her clit which poked out for him to flick with a kiss “That was… Very good slave!” Fluttershy said trying to keep her composure “Here is your reward for pleasing me.” Fluttershy turned to face Nightwish’s penis.
Fluttershy smiled, leaning down she squished the two large orbs of fat on her chest on either side of Nightwish’s dick, the stallion’s length submerged in liquid like soft fat! The tip stuck out at the top of Fluttershy’s boobs and she grinned, her tail tip wagging as her demeanour broke a little from excitement. She ran her forked tongue slowly over the top, squishing both breasts inward with her hands, running her hands forward, kneading herself and rubbing her nibbles briefly.
“Mmmm, delicious slave.” Fluttershy cooed before she yipped. She felt Nightwish bite down on her clit as it winked again and Nightwish backed off “No! Do it again Slave, I liked it. But, remember, if you are rough I will be rough as well!” Fluttershy threatened bringing her tail tip around to the front, curling it into a ring and placing it down over Nightwish’s penis as it slipped between the soft flesh of Fluttershy’s tits to his base. The tip slid more and curled around Nightwish’s balls to fondle and play with them.
Nightwish licked and rubbed his nose against Fluttershy’s clit until it pushed out again, grabbing it as best he could with his mouth and teeth, he assaulted it with his tongue. Nightwish wriggled his hands and Fluttershy let him move them freely. Nightwish’s hands raced under to where his was and stretched Fluttershy open, the stallion eagerly eating away at Fluttershy’s inner lips, biting and nibbling her clit to make her squeal.
“Oh! Naughty stallion, you get a tight SQUEEZE for that!” Fluttershy squeezed her tail in time with the word, including the coil around Nightwish’s shaft and balls, making his head bulge which Fluttershy peppered with kissed and licks from her tongue, bouncing her breasts up and down rapidly.
Fluttershy heard Nightwish groan, his hips jerking weakly in her grip instinctively, Fluttershy took his entire head into her mouth and wrapped her tongue all around it, squeezing and flicking the tip with the forks in her tongue. Nightwish howled, the sound breaking as Fluttershy squeezed again, pushing her breasts in more. He couldn’t stand it, it was too much for Nightwish. Fluttershy felt her pet’s penis bulge and knew what was coming and pulled back, letting the ring at the base of Nightwish’s shaft race up and down as fast as she could move it, making his meek jerks turn into full thrusts. Fluttershy watched streams of cum fly up into the air with a wide grin, sitting back so her pussy pushed down onto Nightwish, his mouth and nose sinking into her folds so his breathing pleasured her. Fluttershy fondled her breasts with her hands as he kept cumming. She’d made him do that, all that love was for his Mistress.
Fluttershy grinned when Nightwish finally stopped, standing up and dragging him out, hanging him upside down before her “You came before me.” Fluttershy said in a very low voice.
Nightwish gulped, dripping love from Fluttershy all over his face “Sorry.” He managed as he panted.
“Your punishment…” Nightwish whimpered and Fluttershy smiled “Is to serve me as my sex toy forever.” Fluttershy said with a kiss, enjoying the taste of her own body on Nightwish’s lips “Do you agree?”
Nightwish nodded “Yes, Mistress! I love you!” Nightwish said.
Fluttershy chuckled and pushed the stallion back into place, before sitting down wedging his head between her vagina and her coils “Good you can start by finishing me off, one good bite of my clit should do it!” Fluttershy said and groaned as she felt Nightwish comply, flicking his tongue over her as her clit winked before Nightwish bit down on it.
Fluttershy’s hold tightened against Nightwish as she came her own mind out against Nightwish’s face, quivering and shivering as she held onto his cocoon for support, when she was done she pulled Nightwish out, his face noticeably messier “We’re going back to the village for some… ‘Training’ Mist, have fun.” Fluttershy said retreating into the trees with her prize slumped in her grasp. Clothes squished in her coils. Maybe she would find a use for them, or she could send him to get more… ‘Pets’.
Mist waved goodbye to her friend then turned back to Bolt, pulling his cocoon up and reaching down, pulling out his boxers like a kinky version of a bunny out of a top hat! Mist tossed them over to the pile with the rest of Bolt’s stuff and Mist pushed down on various coils, pressing them into his body. Mist made her index and middle finger of both hands walk forward as she pushed the coils down on Bolt, before she reached his flushed face.
“I can feel your dick pressed up to my coils.” Mist cooed, shifting the coil over Bolt’s waist, forcing his dick down, making the helpless stallion moan “Shall we play now Bolt? Or do you still want to leave?” Mist asked.
“N-No! Never Mist!” Bolt pleaded “I want to stay here with you!”
Mist nodded as she lifted Bolt up, carrying him out of the water and over to the treeline. Mist climbed up bracing her tail between two trees before carrying Bolt up, he was dropped in the middle, the coils shifting to let him sink into their embrace like a very comfortable hammock, swaying slowly. Bolt stared up at Mist, his penis jumping eagerly for her. Mist smiled, sliding down behind Bolt and pulling him up into a sitting position, pressing his head in between her breasts, wrapping her arms under his neck to hold his head still.
“Now you’re going to be a good boy and let me play with you, right?” Mist asked and Bolt managed a nod as he watched a coil slowly creep up his right thigh. Mist brushed the tip up and down Bolt’s dick making it quiver and pulse as blood pumped through Bolt’s erection.
Mist’s tail shot out and wrapped twice around Bolt’s penis before it was submerged in thick fat coils. Mist gripped Bolt in a loose hold letting his dick jump eagerly for pleasure “Ready?” Bolt nodded “Good, now I want you to be a good boy and recite this mantra whilst I fuck you; I am Mist’s plaything, I live to make her happy, in any way possible. Every time you finish it feel a wave of pleasure hit your body. Begin.” Mist ordered as her cocoon around Bolt’s shaft tightened.
Bolt watch the cocoon around his dick contract, soften, harden, loosen, pump and slide along him as he spoke “I am M-Mist’s plaything, I live to make h-her happy, in any way possible.” Bolt gasped as he felt a mental prod in the back of his head as a nerve Mist had built into him was struck like a cord.
A droplet of cum dribbled down Bolt’s shaft as he moaned quietly as Mist pumped another drop out “Don’t stop.” Mist cooed and Bolt started up again.
Mist held the stallion against her chest, enjoying the sensation of his shivering body every time he got close to and finished his mantra, sending a wave of pleasure through her. Mist grew needier as she watched and enjoyed Bolt moan, groan, thrust and beg as he got closer and closer to the edge, to sweet pleasurable release. Every mantra Mist added a little more to her teasing, making it become pleasuring and soon maddening for Bolt. Mist was soon moving at a good pace, making Bolt’s speech shake all the time as she wrecks his dick.
“A-any… Way possible-AAAHHH!” Bolt tipped the point and his hips began to buck in front of him, wings flapping out of sync in pleasure as his pulsating eyes rolled up slightly in their colourful sockets, hands clutching at his Mistress’ coils. Mist grinned, watching streams of semen fly out of her pet.
“Good boy… Good boy, deep breaths, that’s it relax. Oh don’t go limp now,” Mist smiled as Bolt cooed meekly, his penis quickly jumping back up to attention for Mist at her command “Thank you Bolt, don’t want to leave me out do you?” Mist asked as she lay the stallion onto his back upon her coils, straightening him out so she could lay on him like a giant weight.
Mist grinded her tail up against Bolt, trapping his member between the soft squishy belly scales and his own fur. Bolt moaned, wings fluttering. Mist glanced at them and grinned as a pair of coils slapped Bolt’s wings between them both. Bolt gasped looking fearfully between them before Mist rubbed them up and down, ruffling his feathers. Bolt’s legs did an odd twitch as if he tried to kick and Mist felt his penis twitch under her.
“Oooh, you liked that!” Mist cooed grinning as she sat up reaching a hand under herself, revealing her vagina in the same fashion as Fluttershy had to Nightwish. Mist slid up to Bolt’s face and the stallion reached up, poking and prodding his Mistress’ entrance with his fingers.
Mist bit her finger as she watched Bolt play with her like a curious colt, occasionally squeezing his wings. Hearing Bolt moan was kind of hot to Mist “Shall we start?” Mist asked and Bolt nodded, his hands being pulled away by a coil, which looped into a figure of eight and held them over his head, another figure of eight holding his legs down.
Mist turned around glancing over her shoulder to look at Bolt “I always wanted to try this.” She said softly, raising herself up and sliding forward slightly.
Mist held Bolt at either side of his waist as Mist rocked her hips back and forth, dripping her love onto Bolt’s penis, making it quiver. Occasionally the lamia would lower herself and tease Bolt’s head and tip, getting it nice and wet. Mist would look back at Bolt as he moaned longingly, with lidded eyes and a sexy smile to tease him visually. Finally Mist had had enough teasing both Bolt and her own body and slammed down on his shaft, her lips swallowing him inside her damp walls. Mist’s mouth hung open as she felt her inner folds shift and stretch to allow the stallion to penetrate her and, for the moment, she was more than content to enjoy the pleasurable glow from just being entered.
Mist turned to stare at Bolt “I bet… If I woke you up,” Mist whispered softly, grinding her body along Bolt’s, her inner walls contacting to hold him within her, causing both participants to feel a tingling wave of pleasure “You wouldn’t even fight me. But I won’t be mean, I can see you’re happy.” Mist said sliding up with a soft squish, before sliding down so slowly it was torture “So just enjoy, my pet.” Mist cooed grinning “Or I might just change my mind”.
“Thank you Mistress.” Bolt whispered quietly, flexing his hands, the only movement he could consciously and physically make now in his mindless stupor.
Mist grinned letting her hips rise, fall and then slide along Bolt’s body forward, or downward to Bolt, then back up, returning to her normal position. This meant Bolt felt his dick moving and changing angles as he was pushed through the cool, damp and strong walls of Mist’s cold blooded body. Occasionally Mist would raise a coil, having stopped moving on Bolt’s penis, and flex it. Mist would hold her breath to stop her gasping whilst Bolt moaned, Mist’s inner walls would squeeze, shift, do a sort of twist, or the nubs along the edge of Mist’s inner walls would all shiver as if vibrating. All Bolt could do was lay there, a toy, a puppet for Mist to play with, helpless… Lost in bliss.
“M… Mistress…” Bolt managed meekly.
Mist glanced back, gripping Bolt’s thighs tightly she had been rising and falling once a second to work herself up “Yes Bolt?” Mist cooed, sweat running down along her nose from the… ‘Exercise’.
“I… Can you please cover my face?” Bolt asked with a deep blush.
Mist blinked then grinned, letting herself slide back so she lay upon Bolt, his member, having being pulled out of Mist, twitched in the air, longing to re-enter Mist and finish. Mist lowered Bolt’s cuff and placed his left hand on her breast and the right with his palm over her damp pussy.
“Now… What reason do I have to give you such a sweet reward? Feeling my coils EVERYWHERE? You’re pushing it with just these babies around you now!” Mist squeezed Bolt tightly, making his body rise up and quiver as his wings quivered trying to flap and escape the slightly painful pleasure.
Bolt moaned “Please…” He begged, his hand curling up to prod and poke at Mist before pushing inside, fingers rolling in and out slowly, covering them in a mix of male and female cum.
Mist glanced back at Bolt “Will you do anything for me?” She asked and Bolt nodded.
“Anything, Mist.” He confirmed in a quiet, yet eager, voice.
Mist grinned and spun around, pressing down on Bolt “Grope me, tight!” She ordered and her spin knocked Bolt’s hands away, falling down to his sides.
Mist knocked two coils against Bolt’s face suddenly, making him grunt. His head turned downward as he blinked. The rings in his eyes had slowed from the sudden unexpected pain the hypnosis had not been able to brace against.
“W…What…?” Bolt blinked slowly as his stupor faded.
Mist just waited, she had a whole minute to react yet sat there with Bolt’s dick throbbing against the back of her tail, love dripping onto Bolt’s chest “I gave you an order.” Mist said quietly, her mouth hardly moving.
Bolt blinked as his eyes returned staring up at Mist “W-wait… Why are we…?” There was a second where the hypnosis lingered, slowing Bolt’s mental processing before it all returned “Y-you…!”
“I GAVE YOU AN ORDER!” Mist shouted and Bolt back down into the coils fearfully, the coils still resting on his face curled and twisted around his head, covering his mouth, chin, left eye and forehead… Soon all of Bolt that poked out was his crotch and waist, and his nose and right eye to see and breath, only able to look up at Mist “I gave you an order, grope me.” Mist repeated tapping a coil against Bolt’s free arms.
Bolt glanced sideways towards the direction of his arms, he could attack her… Try to break off but… He was trapped in her embrace if Mist fell down… Bolt gulped quietly.
“Do as I say Bolt, enjoy it… You are my plaything after all.” Mist grinned as Bolt’s eyes drooped.
Mist felt Bolt’s mouth move under her coils and heard him mumble something, the sound too hard to hear through the layers of her coils, but she could guess what he said “I am Mist’s plaything, I live to make her happy, in any way possible.”
Bolt had already half reached up before his mantra ended, his fingers closed slightly as he realised what he was doing, he glanced at Mist who leaned back pushing up against Bolt’s dick. This brought to his attention the burning feeling of need in him, and he caved. Mist smiled as Bolt’s palms slapped against her soft breasts, gripping the fat softly.
“Tightly.” She reminded and Bolt pressed down watching her eyes. Mist smiled when Bolt reached a good tightness “That’s good, now pull and fondle them like that.” Bolt nodded and tugged on both at the same time.
Bolt let go of Mist’s left tit and kept squeezing her right, using his index and middle finger he trapped Mist’s left nipple and pulled, Mist groaning with pleasure as she leaned down, raising her waist “Do you want this?” She asked, Bolt hesitated, then a drop of love from Mist’s lower lips fell on his tip and he nodded eagerly.
Mist’s coils grabbed his wrists again and dragged them up, stretching him out again as Mist fell down on her prize “Say your mantra!” Mist ordered.
“I am Mist’s plaything,” Mist began to grind slowly forwards and backwards “I live to make her happy,” The lamia smiled as her tail squeezed and loosened in a rapid ripple, as if Mist’s tail was following her panting breathing “In any way possible!” Bolt closed his eyes and quivered.
Mist sensed, and felt, Bolt was close his penis jumping and twitching “F-fill me!” Mist ordered, and the lust and love in her tone of voice edged Bolt over again. The stallion opened his eyes to see Mist again as he felt his dick unload, spewing his cum inside of Mist so that it quickly began to run back down him, warm and sticky. Mist clutched Bolt’s sides for support as her vagina closed around him in a tempo as she came as well, milking him with waves of pleasure. Mist’s vision blurred until she feared she’d faint then it cleared. Bolt was breathing heavily, staring up at the sky.
“Look at me Bolt.” Mist said softly, and the stallion didn’t have the strength or sense to resist this bad idea.
Mist didn’t even loop through her hypnosis once back to the spiral before Bolt returned to his place. Mist flopped down on top of Bolt, the pair still connected due to Mist being too tired to sit up and pull Bolt out of herself, she was content to just lay there right then… Dripping her new pet’s love as she drew circles on one of her own coils… Thinking…
How she could break him more.
Three weeks have passed, I still have my journal… I still have all my stuff, Bolt does too and I guess we could leave… We did at one point to tell Luna about this place and she’s allowed us time too… Research all about them, I suggested making it into a fancy hotel to both the lamias and Luna, both parties seem happy with the concept for different reasons. As for Bolt and I, we do two different things, I am… Trying to study, emphasis on trying as my work is often broken by hypnosis, either by a random lamia wanting to see the town toy, or by Fluttershy, who’s collecting, as she says, ‘rent’. Bolt got lucky, turns out Mist isn’t just an important tribe’s member she is the leader! The strongest physically, mentally and the largest, she’s rather kind to her people and us but Bolt seems to act like there’s a shadow to her… But he never says it’s a bad thing.
Naturally living with lamias has dangers and obstacles, being hypnotised it a common thing and… Triggers, mental implants that we can’t resist, are often set up. Fluttershy and Mist are the only ones who get permanent ones within us though since they found us, we are considered they’re ‘property’ and the other lamias will have to wait for the hotel. I should feel annoyed or offended I’m considered to be owned by somepony… Instead…
It feels wonderful.
