The lamia's grand dinner

Bolt stirred at the sound of Nedra beating the wok with her spoon, as he had done so every single morning for the past week here at Ruby’s manor. Sitting up and rubbing his eyes, Bolt gave a dreamy smile as he looked down at the coils around him at peace with the world, remembering how tenderly Sunny had held him and how good he felt sliding through her coily sea. Bolt looked up at the window as he stood up, the piles of fake coils slipping off his body easily as he looked at the shimmering sunrise outside. All things considered, Bolt thought that things weren’t too bad right now.

Bolt grabbed his folded uniform from the table, vaguely glad Sunny hadn’t crumpled it with their night of fun, and headed out into the hallway with the others. Bolt found a spot in line, further along than previous since he had felt more rested and had an easier time waking up, unlike his co-workers, whom all seemed rather shattered and were on the point of nodding off again in some cases. Bolt filtered towards the front of the line until he got his chance to freshen up again and dress himself, passing by the others. As Bolt reached the ramp downstairs Bolt heard a collection of gasps from the remaining workers, some in fearful surprise and some in eager anticipation, before a series of ruffling as they all bowed. Bolt looked back in confusion as Ruby slid down from her room above; she looked a little tired but managed a welcoming smile to her staff, stroking a hoof through Nedra’s mane who wagged her tail like an affectionate dog. Ruby slithered past Bolt and she watched him, even turning her head to looking at him with a faraway gaze.

Confused at her silence and gaze, Bolt shook his head to clear his thoughts and made his way downstairs. Silver joined Bolt halfway down at a brisk trot and Sparkling ready and waiting with an eager grin in the kitchen for his return. An entire day without orders had them a little needy for commands.

Bolt gave a small smile as he looked between the pair “Okay, let’s get to work, shall we?” Bolt said strongly with an air of confidence he hadn’t felt since arriving. Silver and Sparkling nodded in earnest “Right, Sparkling give the pans a quick clean to get any dust off them from yesterday’s sit around, Silver get me these ingredients; oats, milk, syrup, hay, a selection of fruit like apples, pears, peaches and maybe some honeydew melon if we have any, and see if we have any coco powder I think brownies sound nice!” Bolt watched the pair whizz into action and set about with the oven and hobs.

Sparkling returned first with her selection of pans, her front left hoof giving a little spasm as she was wracked with hypnotic ecstasy from obeying her Master, and she was more than eager to retrieve some cake pans and mixing bowls.

“Cut these up.” Bolt instructed Silver upon her return with the ingredients, hoofing her the fruits to slice up which she did in neat rows at breakneck speed, setting them into separate piles.

As she did so, Bolt was busy filling a large pan with the oats, milk and as he stirred up the porridge he added generous amounts of syrup to change its flavour to something sweeter for Ruby. Leaving it to heat it, Bolt grabbed the cake tray and sent Sparkling for more ingredients for them. The room was swiftly filled with the smell of cooking, gas fires and heating up rapidly with the fans humming to keep it at a modest temperature.

“Get the dripleaf,” Bolt said over his shoulder as he took out the brownies and began shaving off the burnt edges of the giant brownie, Bolt noticed the pair rocking on their hooves “Alright, three shot glasses as well.” Silver was practically bouncing as she watched Sparkling gallop for the dripleaf and tiny cups, when she returned the hoofed them to Bolt and watched eagerly as he filled three cups with violet liquid.

“Cheers, Master!” The pair chimed happily and downed the drink, giving long breathless sighs as their eyes glazed over, focusing on a world of nothingness. At the sight, Bolt paused, he’d been so caught up in doing what he liked he’d managed to drop himself into some form of normalcy and had not given the drink a second thought…

“Do I really want to do this?” Bolt thought nervously, staring at the shimmering liquid for a long time.

“…Make you beg for my touch, my gaze… Fall into quiet minded blisssssss and drift peaccccefully through my coilsssss.” Not for the first time, Bolt looked behind him to see if Ruby was actually speaking to him, convince he were alone, Bolt downed the drink “A cute little stallion, so deeply wraps in my coils and scales… Unable to break free, unwilling to try.” Bolt smiled numbly as his head swirled as the colours swam before him in his mind’s eye.

“Coils and… scales…” Bolt mumbled to himself as he felt a fleeting sensation across his neck, and the soft sound of ruffling fur and shifting scales over muscle…

Bolt hardly noticed him mix the dripleaf into some icing and draw spirals all over the square slices of brownies in a purple ring, watching them peacefully almost able to see them move. Gathering up a bowl of porridge and giving it a good mix to make sure it was still creamy, Bolt made a huge bowl of fruit salad with a nice apple juice to sit in to flavour it all, and a platter of brownies. Bolt they lay up a tray and took it out with Silver and Sparkling. Ruby was waiting patiently at the table, her head resting on one hoof under her chin as she looked out the window, deep in thought. As Bolt approached he noticed her coils shifting, slithering around her as if she were moving, her tail tip rising and falling slowly, the light from the sun was caught easily off the white scales and Bolt found himself staring at its exotic movements, almost colliding with the table in his stupor.

“Your breakfast, Mistress.” The three said bowing their heads as Bolt settled the food down.

“Thank you.” Ruby said softly and, with no other comment, Silver and Sparkling left but Bolt paused, still staring at the coils feeling his wings shifted and ruffle at his side. A phantom sensation hit Bolt as he stared at Ruby’s gorgeous tail; scales sliding over his body, pinching and squeezing so tight his chest actually felt like it was closing in and he had to focus not to gasp out loud, as he watched the mass of ivory shift to get more comfortable whilst eating.

Ruby was eating her food slowly, her face at first was furrowed in thought then relaxed at the taste of her food, which made Bolt feel slightly relieved. He should just leave Ruby to her meal… Just go, turn around and start walking…

“Mistress Ruby…” Bolt said with a confident voice, but when she looked over his voice withered and died.

“Yes, Bolt?” Ruby asked softly.

There was a long pause where Bolt couldn’t meet Ruby’s eyes “How is your breakfast…?” Bolt finally asked lamely, looking at the coils again, feeling like a fool.

Ruby took an equally long time to answer “It is very good, I notice you seem quite comfortable using dripleaf decoration… Did you have any?” Ruby asked.

“Yes.” Bolt said on impulse, hardly a second between Ruby’s question being out and Bolt responding. Bolt held his mouth in confusion as if it had just disobeyed him.

Ruby however suddenly smiled and leaned towards him “Did you hesitate?” She inquired still eating slowly, licking her lips, he’d come so far… or, more accurately, fallen so deep.

“A little.” Bolt admitted just as quick, his heart starting to beat faster.

“Only a little?” Ruby inquired and Bolt shook where he stood.

“Please, stop.” Bolt pleaded, watching the tail tip rise and curl itself into ever shifting shapes before him in a personal display, seeking comfort out of its beauty.

“Hmm, stop what?” Ruby asked, raising her tail up and letting it curl in the air, sparkling and twinkling like snow upon the ground, towards Bolt, who’s head turned to follow visibly.

“M-making me answer… Like… Like this!” Bolt pleaded “I… I didn’t…” Bolt stammered unable to find words.

“I am sorry,” Ruby said with a mocking smile dropping her tail with a soft thump and Bolt blinked as if blinded by harsh light “What did you want to say?” Ruby smiled encouragingly at Bolt and he stared at her for a long time before he bowed his head, not responding “Bolt, I cannot just guess these things…” Bolt, very timidly, stepped forward and placed a hoof on the pile of coils Ruby had surrounded herself with, unable to show his face at this point. Ruby, at this point, had noticed the pink in his ears “Huh…? Oh… OH!” Understanding dawned on Ruby’s face which then splint into a grin “Oh.” She said again, softer than before “You want me to coil you up, don’t you?” Ruby leaned back and waited and, with a strong force of will, Bolt raised his head up and back down once in an obvious nod.

“No,” Ruby said and Bolt looked up confused and Ruby grinned at him baring her serpentine fangs.

“W-why?” Bolt asked, and was so shocked by her refusal, he didn’t acknowledge his own disgust at the fact he was pressing into this subject so much.

Ruby very slowly stood up, grabbing the plate of brownies with her telekinesis. Ruby left the empty bowls behind as she slithered away and said nothing, watching Bolt as she made her way to the door. Bolt remained locked on the spot where he stood “She said no, just go now! Whilst you still can, she wants you to follow her don’t give her the damn satisfaction!” A voice barked the order in Bolt’s mind standing his ground firmly, at the same time however Bolt kept hearing the soft sound of Ruby’s coils slithering over carpet, swishing back and forth “Stop thinking about that!” The voice ordered, but soft, as a long thick white snake tail was curling up Bolt’s mental image of himself slowly, muffling his protests and dedication to resisting Ruby.

“Don’t you want this to be you?” Ruby asked, leaning out from behind the cocooned form of himself, which was shouting in anger, but it was so muffled it sounded pleasant, at least to Bolt.

“Y-yes…” Bolt whispered out loud to himself, Bolt blinked and glanced around, he was still alone in the dining room “Silver, Sparkling! Clear the table!” Bolt shouted galloping after Ruby.

Ruby had just made it into the living room and Bolt spreading his wings, flying, at a greater speed than galloping, through the door before Ruby closed it. He spun round to face Ruby, hovering in front of her and, just like in the dining room, his voice faltered as he took in Ruby’s animalistic beauty, landing softly.

Ruby remained quiet raising one eyes brow “C-coil me up… please…” Bolt mumbled, hardly able to get the words out as he blushed.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” Ruby asked smirking.

Bolt looked up at Ruby’s grin “Celestia damnit, Ruby! I’m swallowing my shame please…” Bolt’s voice died from his shouting “Please coil me up.” Ruby remained still.

“That was rude, shouting at me,” Ruby said in a soft tone and Bolt took several steps back, concerned for his safety.

“I… I’m sorry, Mistress.” Bolt managed, his throat dry, bowing his head trying not to quiver.

“I still won’t coil you up.” Ruby settled down beside the fire and Bolt stared at her.

A thought occurred to Bolt “Would you… would you stop me coiling myself up?” Bolt asked timidly, just outside Ruby’s line of coils.

Ruby looked back, the firelight dancing off her untamed mane “Now, isn’t that an interesting question… I suppose, if you truly wish to be coiled… who am I to stop you from making the first move, maybe then I’ll take the lead.” Ruby cooed smiling as her purple eyes flickered and reflected the fireplace “After all, you aren’t a full employee I can’t control you like the others.” Ruby added cryptically.

Bolt looked down at the coils, the reflected firelight on her scales twinkling merrily up at him, as if coaxing him to approach. Ruby flexed her coils, the muscles and scales rippling outward like a wave of scales along a beach. Very cautiously, Bolt stepped up to the closest pile of coils, glancing up at Ruby whose eyes never left Bolt for a moment.

“There’ll be no going back.” The voice warned, but knew that and was perfectly okay with it.

Bolt reached under the closest coil and managed to get a hold around the soft squishy scales, lifting it up with some difficulty as the muscle and line of fat kept slipping between his hooves, not to mention Ruby was no lightweight. With a heave Bolt managed to lift the coil up over his head and let it rest along his neck and shoulder, grabbing one end Bolt then rolled the coil back over his shoulder under the first loop, forming a thick collar around his neck. Taking a moment to pause and rest, Bolt dipped his head forward, resting it upon the soft scales as he enjoyed the sensation of his neck pressing against the scales to breathe. Curious, Bolt took hold of the coil still trailing down to the floor and began to pull, Ruby kept a grip on his neck and Bolt sighed softly as her grip tightened… Then more and more. Bolt ended up forcing himself to hold his breath before letting go, the shade of red on his face lightening from the lack of air indicating his limit, and the coils loosened, as if he had been holding some sort of elastic band taunt around him and it had sprung back to its old shape and size. Ruby had fully turned around, her back warming by the fire as she watched Bolt subject himself to the point of asphyxiation. It made something stir in her chest, like a beast rolling over to gauge its prey.

Bolt reached behind him, struggling to reach the coil before Ruby helped him by sliding it back, making him bite his lip as the scales ruffled and caressed his fur and body underneath. Bolt guided more coils around his back, working down his body forcing him to raise his legs up as he worked further down, Bolt paused for a second at his wings thinking, before he stretched them out and looped a coil along them length weighs as if he was holding it up, the sensation of Ruby’s coils pressing heavily down on his wings divine. Bolt’s collar, the starting point, was beginning to thicken out as Bolt slid the coils along his body, turning his head upward and forcing his gaze forward away from his work, making progress harder… and harder. It also did not help progress that Bolt was now staggering under the weight, and each time Ruby gave a shift of coils he swayed on the brink of falling. As Bolt looped a coil back over his back, brushing against his own tail, Ruby gave a little tug down and Bolt collapse, letting his head turn forward, since he could barely face to his sides anymore let alone behind him. Bolt braced his legs under him and tried to stand but Ruby pressed her weight down and Bolt stopped looking up at her. The coils were fairly loose around his body, once Ruby stopped pulling, and there were plenty of gaps where Bolt’s body was visible… uncovered, uncoiled and so very ‘wrong’.

Ruby smiled as she leaned down towards Bolt and tugged on his neck, pressing the collar under his neck deeper, locking his gaze upward at her “Are you comfortable?” Ruby asked looking over him.

Ruby’s coils curled down from Bolt’s neck, over his chest and spiralled down in a slightly closed in corkscrew like fashion, covering ‘most’ of Bolt’s body, skimming over his legs which lay uselessly against the floor, stretched out around him as if he were sleeping. Bolt’s wings were pressed under the coils he’d braced over them, which had widened in girth to the point only the feather tips could be seen, they were bent down a little and not the most comfortable point to focus on anymore.

“My wings… Are getting crushed.” Bolt admitted and Ruby lifted the coil up from them curling them around, the coils around Bolt squishing and pressing in as they slithered around his body to give them some slack. Ruby purposely compressed her coils to get the extra length she needed, causing Bolt to gulp as his lungs were subjected to tight pressure before Ruby slid more coils to loosen her vice like grip. With some slack Ruby curled the spare coils under Bolt’s wing, holding them up at an ideal angel for comfort.

“Better?” Ruby asked and Bolt nodded “I’m glad.” Ruby gave Bolt a squeeze, which he found almost friendly, as it was tendering and light as if she were hugging him in greeting.

Bolt, without the need to stand as the ability had been stripped from him, simply lay under the comforting weight of Ruby’s coils, feeling them roll back and forth slowly over his back, his neck and stomach, his wings which tried to flap on instinct to being massaged.

“Does this feel good?” Ruby asked as she leaned closed to Bolt, the stallion so content he didn’t feel the bubbling fire of fear in his stomach.

“Yes.” Bolt whispered, barely audible, due to a combination of tight neck squeezing and his relaxed state.

“Well, it’s bleak to what I can do with my tail, would you like me to show you?” Ruby offered with a tempting smile.

“Will it be gentle?” Bolt inquired raising his head a little indicating he was listening.

“I can’t promise that.” Ruby chuckled.

“Okay.” Bolt gave a nod of understanding and his own smile.

Ruby seemed surprised but nodded with a smile, recovering quickly to get down to squeezing the supple prey she had in her grip! Ruby tightened the coil around Bolt’s neck and lifted him out of the coils around his body which dropped away onto the floor, the pegasus giving a meek wheezing gasp as his air was almost entirely cut off, his legs kicking in the air uselessly. The compression on Bolt’s neck was intense, however due to the sheer size of the coils it was not an effective noose and thus Bolt was still, though barely, capable of breathing so he was able to stop his wings from flapping madly to gain height to start breathing properly, though they still flapped out of survival instincts but out of sync thanks to Bolt’s efforts. Instead, Bolt let himself enjoy the texture and feel of the soft muscle around his neck, smothering his jaw and mouth as well as all around his neck.

Ruby watched in partial amusement as she gathered her coils underneath Bolt, ready and waiting as her captive began to turn a faint tinge of blue, she was also surprised to see him allowing Ruby to do this she had expected him to hover but she was thankful for the trust. However, Bolt had clearly had enough of this. Ruby didn’t want to hurt him, so she quickly curled several coils up Bolt’s weak flailing body, keeping space out to flow easily up to where the noose was settled, a cocoon easily and quickly began to form underneath it and worked down Bolt’s body, his entire red figure disappearing in a body of white scales. Bolt gave a sharp gasp and several rapid breaths as Ruby’s cocoon took the weight from the noose, taking a moment to recover before his focus could shift to the coils around him.

“Maybe not so long next time.” Bolt suggested weakly and Ruby smiled as her coils flexed, pressing in and tugging Bolt down deeper inside as the noose left, being replaced with neat orderly coils.

“We’ll see, if you behave this time.” Ruby cooed softly, brushing a coil along Bolt’s cheek, whom closed his eyes in response as the squishy appendage rolled over his face.

Ruby began to squeeze her coils in, then relax, drumming a steady tempo with her coils into Bolt’s body. Bolt could feel his muscles being compressed in and gripped, squeezed and having the coils shift back and forth. With a shuddering moan Bolt slumped in Ruby’s grip rather easily, he tried to force his body back up but Ruby just gave a rolling downward squeeze and he was back in his docile state, watching Ruby as she hummed during her work on his body. Ruby began to add subtle pressure and twists to the dexterous belly scales of her coils, making several tense bones in Bolt’s body click and shift, causing him immense relief from any form of discomfort and tension he had.

“Bolt, how is it?” Ruby asked softly, slowly beginning to shift left and right, ever so slightly, Bolt following her.

“Feels great.” Bolt said clearly watching Ruby as a coil rested upon his head, caressing his mane and holding his head in place with a soft, yet firm, grip.

“Are you afraid?” Bolt shook his head, being naughty he wanted to feel the scales rub and slither over the underside of his chin and it felt good “Why? Aren’t I dangerousssss?” Ruby hissed softly, yet it wasn’t threatening or intimidating, it was just Ruby adding a natural and slightly longer lisp to her s’, kind of playful.

“Y-you are… dangerous…” Bolt said quietly “But… It feels so good… You won’t hurt me… Whilst you’re happy… I can see it.” Bolt mumbled slowly. Bolt was so relaxed that speaking seemed like a chore that he just didn’t want to bother himself with.

“Well… I suppose that is true,” Ruby smiled “Perhaps I am being too… predictable.” Bolt looked up with a confused expression before he was hoisted into the air and held upside down before Ruby who slowly began to circle him, trailing her hoof along his face “Let’s see how well you fare without a wisp of free air to breathe.” Ruby cooed devilishly and Bolt followed her the best he could, feeling his own heartbeat throbbing in his head.

Ruby wasn’t gradual, she snapped her coils close and Bolt let out a strangled gasp of air, his mouth hanging open in a futile way to try and get air down, but he may as well not bother as Ruby had near enough sealed of his windpipe. Bolt felt a growing numbness in his head and his eyes began to trail away from Ruby and towards the door as he weakly kicked his legs, this was more than he could stand… Then Ruby let go, completely and Bolt spiralled towards the floor, too busy gasping for air to open his wings to stop his fall. But, before he could collide with the ground Ruby curled her pony body forward, along with the top portion of her tail. Ruby gracefully caught Bolt, who ungracefully span around like a spinning top trapped in a hoop of coils, which Ruby began to fill out underneath. With a push Bolt was launched up into the air, opening his wings to try and start hovering, but he was caught in a net of coils like a butterfly. Ruby closed the top like a Venus flytrap and Bolt looked out between the little gaps.

“What are you doing?” He asked hooking his legs between the coils to get the best grip he could.

“Why, I’m playing with you.” Ruby said simply as she lifted the coils towards the end of her tail up. Squeezing her coils into trap Bolt’s hooves Ruby began to caress the frogs of Bolt’s hooves with a firm pressure “Are you not enjoying it? Maybe you prefer something like this?” Ruby closed her ‘net’ around Bolt so only his hooves, trapped between the shifting coils, could be seen.

Ruby held her mouth as Bolt let out several soft moans of enjoyment, the coils shifting and slithering over his body slowly and tenderly, pacifying him once more and tending to his muscles and tensions once again “Hmmm, yessss… it would seem you prefer it when THIS is the situation you find yourself is… I find these circumstances amusing,” Ruby lifted herself up, leaning close to where Bolt’s head had previously poked out, quiet breathing as Bolt panted in joy behind the thick muscle the only noise of Ruby’s prisoner, and without his hooves the only evidence he was even there “The fact you are enjoying this so much, being bound and coiled up deprived of your freedom, ability to speak and even your sight, I would have though you ashamed… I guess I’m just that deeply wrapped around your mind that you don’t care.” Ruby laughed in a soft mocking tone “So how long will it be… A day, two… maybe when you can move your mouth you’ll ask now… when do you want to see my eyesssss?” Ruby hissed giving a strong constricting squeeze, Bolt moaning within as Ruby’s words battered against his mind like a ram against a castle door.

Ruby began to unravel and lower her coil pod to the floor, Bolt eventually appearing in a sprawl of coils on the floor, panting heavily as his body refused to cooperate with his desire to stand… or move really “N-no… don’t stop…” Bolt managed his words sluggish and slurred as if he was drunk on Ruby’s contact.

Ruby smirked “But what about me? Don’t I get to enjoy this? It’s no fun if only one of us is happy, and if that’s the case I don’t want to carry on…” Ruby made a motion to pull her coils away but Bolt, displaying agility far superior to any of his previous attempts in the last few minutes, jumped up and hugged the coils desperately clinging to them, words spilling from his mouth before his brain could reboot.

“No! Please, I’ll do anything.” The second the last word was out Bolt paled and Ruby seemed to notice, with a slick smile stretching from ear to ear.

“Anything?” She hissed looking back slightly, a hint of eagerness in her tone at Bolt’s disregard for his own safety.

“W-well… I wasn’t… within reason?” Bolt suggested, unsure of what to say in the situation he’d landed himself in.

Ruby slid over to Bolt and leaned over him, her cold, sweet breath playing over his face as she held herself just above him, her purple eyes boring into his blue “Afraid not, it’s anything or nothing.” Ruby insisted with a smile.

“Can I at least hear what you plan to do?” Ruby shook her head, Bolt looked sideways away from Ruby, unsure what to do. On one hoof, his survival instinct and common sense told him to just back off from the deal it wasn’t worth it… however the other hoof kept whispering the joys and bliss of being coiled up and massaged… in the end the second hoof won out “O-okay… anything.” Bolt confirmed and Ruby smiled.

“Stand up,” Bolt, with a bit of difficulty as part of him did not want to leave the coil rug he was still resting upon, stood up and watched Ruby, his eyes flickering to her tail wherever it moved “Good boy, now I don’t mind my uniform but I prefer to feel the fur of my prey in my coils, so you can take it off.” Bolt did as she asked, carefully folding and setting his uniform aside, tapping the floor nervously.

Ruby shifted her coils about, letting the dense packed in pile stretch out. Snakes were able to loop their coils over themselves to compress their size and fit in small areas, and similarly lamias could do so as well so they didn’t take up entire rooms, but right now Ruby didn’t want to do this… Ruby wanted Bolt to see her in her full majestic glory. When Ruby took up over half the room, Bolt having backed up a little to avoid tripping, Ruby lay down upon the rug of coils she’d formed.

“Come over here.” Ruby purred with a mischievous grin, folding her hooves under her chin as if she were laying on a gel table. Bolt stepped up onto the layer of coils and, resisting the temptation to flop down there and then, made his way over to Ruby, enjoying the sensation of the soft scales shifting against the frogs of his hooves “Now massage me, and if I like it I’ll reward you.” Ruby said and Bolt gave a nervous nod as he settled down behind and to the side Ruby’s pony body.

“You can massage my tail, I like that more.” Ruby said softly.

Bolt placed both front hooves flat on Ruby’s soft coils and pressed down, feeling and seeing his hooves sink into the pudgy, soft, smooth scales. Bolt then began to roll his hooves up and down, pressing into the coils thinking this was simple enough as Ruby let out a content sigh “Don’t you have somepony who can do this for you?” Bolt asked softly.

“I could hire a masseuse specifically, yes; however, I find it much more enjoyable to tease my staff with the job and watch them squirm and wriggle as they rest upon my coils, touching them but not receiving the blessing in return.” Ruby said with a grin and Bolt had to agree. Feeling the smooth strong scales guarding the muscles of Ruby’s serpent body was certainly making him want to fall forward and just lay upon them, going back to content relaxation, but Bolt knew this wouldn’t be a good idea.

As Bolt set to work on a fresh set of coils, the coils around him began to shift and Bolt watch one coil slithering by, the light twinkling off the snow coloured top and he grumbled to himself, glancing at Ruby who was watching with an interested grin. Bolt sat back, lifting a coil onto his lap and massaging it that way, as he did so he had a thought. Unfolding his wings Bolt leaned forward and began to lightly tickle Ruby’s coils with the edges of his wings and Ruby gasped.

“Oh, I can see why pegasus feathers are used in pillows, very nice.” Ruby cooed and Bolt smiled, glad he’d made Mistress happy. Ruby also noticed this at the same time Bolt did, letting out a soft chuckle “You like it when I compliment you now?” Ruby asked softly and Bolt looked down, focusing on the task he was working on and Ruby laughed more in response “Don’t be ashamed Bolt, it’s fine… natural even…” Ruby rolled over onto her back folding a coil behind her like a cushion, her tail rolling over a little in front of her so her belly scales shone like flames along her snow white topped body “Move onto my belly scales.” Ruby cooed and Bolt tried to roll the coil he had over.

“Ruby, a little help?” Bolt requested, Ruby not aiding him in moving her coils.

Ruby gave a playful smile and lifted the coil Bolt was attempting to roll over up, looping it around his neck and pulling hard “Don’t lay down now.” Ruby ordered and Bolt managed a nod, taking hold of the coil and massaging it in a hug like motion, with his legs wrapped around it “Creative.” Ruby said “But still nice.” She hissed, curling her tongue around any word she could to make Bolt quiver.

This continued for a long while, Bolt being made to switch between Ruby’s under belly and upper tail in his massage. Occasionally, Bolt would get up and move to a new spot of coils, looping as many as he dared around himself as he worked, the time it took to switch taking longer and longer… longer still… finally, as Bolt stood to switch to another set of coils his legs, as well as his mind, finally gave in and he fell forward, laying upon Ruby’s coils. Bolt tried to get up, knowing it was a bad idea to lay down like this but it was just so comfy… he could feel his body sinking into the coils as they cradled his weight within them, feeling them slither and grip him as Bolt rested his head with a content sigh.

Ruby stood up slowly and slid over and out of sight of Bolt, who tried to turn to face Ruby but his head just slipped back into a more comfortable position and he didn’t have the range of vision to see her currently. Bolt tried to speak but his mouth wasn’t cooperating with his brain anymore… Bolt was a plaything for Ruby, he couldn’t do anything. Bolt felt a weight along his back, Ruby’s hooves pressing into his shoulder’s as she leaned down.

Ruby gave a soft laugh as she nuzzled Bolt’s right ear “Aw, did you wear yourself out Bolt?” Ruby cooed flickering her tongue out to tickle his ear further.

“I… I’m sorry, Mistress.” Bolt whimpered, his fear of being eaten overruling his comfort and relaxation of the situation, though his body remained motionless and limp as it had yet to awaken and recover.

Bolt felt Ruby sit up a little before two coils rested lightly against his back. The coils curled around into themselves forming perfect circles, Ruby placed her hooves atop the dome of coils and pressed down, the coils tensing and pushing deep into Bolt’s back, much more noticeable as a focus point as most of his body was uncoiled. Ruby began to roll the coils along his body, up, down, left, right and in small rolling circles. Bolt rested his head sighing as he felt Ruby grabbing his wings with her coils, stretching them out and letting two coils rest on top and on the underside of his feathers rolling back and forth from either side, meeting in the middle. Bolt closed his eyes letting the world fade away as Ruby pampered him, cooing softly.

“So good, so relaxing you could just stay here forever. There’s no need to move, no need to work to strain and tire your body just let it rest, fall limp and quiet… stay perfectly still and relax.” At first Bolt assumed those words were his thoughts, but the undertone of hissing gave away Ruby’s speech, but Bolt hardly cared at this point “You like this, like being pampered by your Mistress, comforted and held tightly and securely… it feels wonderful your body just melting away into her grip.” Ruby cooed still playing into Bolt’s thoughts, and she was wriggling inside easily, Bolt was so relaxed he was nearly asleep which made Ruby’s silky words slide into his mind easily.

“Sit up.” Ruby ordered in a soft, comforting tone and Bolt complied, pushing himself up and rolling over to face Ruby with a gentle smile, which faded slightly as he blinked dully wondering where he was “I bet you want even more relaxation, well why don’t I hypnotise you and it will be heavenly.” Ruby cooed in the same voice as before, Bolt nodded numbly as his mind tried to work it out “Say it!” Ruby ordered.

Bolt opened his mind and blinked. He shook his head and backed up “H-hay wait… I don’t… I don’t want to be hypnotised…?” Why did he phrase it as a question? He was certain on this! At least, Bolt thought he was.

Ruby groaned softly and slumped where she sat, scowling at her tail as if it had failed her in its abilities “Just… go finish the dinner list, there’s only three days left until the event!” Ruby ordered waving Bolt away. He quickly decided it was best to leave Ruby be at the moment.

Bolt stood up, the coils loosely looped around him slipping down onto the floor with sad, although slight comedic, plops. Bolt stood upon the pile of coils “I um… I enjoyed the coiling by the way… thank you, Mistress.” Bolt said very softly and stepped off making his way to the door. Bolt felt a tingle on the back of his head and instinctively looked back at Ruby watching him leave, he noticed she was faintly smiling. At least she wasn’t mad.

With a wave to Ruby, which was returned by her tail tip, Bolt left the living room and made his way up to his bedroom to finish the dinner list.