The lamia's grand dinner

Bolt gave a content stretch, snuggling up to the squishy softness that he was cradled in, his movement cause a sliver of movement from Ruby and he cooed as her stomach contracted, pampering his body… then that thought processed through his mind and he opened his eyes and was met with sticky darkness. Bolt felt his pace accelerate and his breath before harsh, his gingerly reached out to touch the stomach walls, to make sure he wasn’t just dreaming pleasantly but sure enough he was inside Ruby. Bolt wanted to scream in desperate fear and panic.

“It’s fine, Goddess will never harm us, so long as we obey.” Bolt felt himself nod to the comforting voice then paused, that wasn’t him… yet it also was him… what had Ruby done? Bolt tried to remember, but it was a haze of beautiful rings and then coils… coils everywhere, they were everything he knew and he’d felt so safe and comfy, he’d been sleeping whilst he was obeying Ruby? Bolt was beyond confused by the conflicting meshed thoughts, transition into hypnotic split personality wasn’t often graceful, but Bolt and Storm would adjust.

“S… Storm?” Bolt spoke softly.

“Hello.” Bolt felt like he’d just been hit in the face with a lead weight, had he just spoken… to his own MIND!? Not only that, it had talked back at him! “Of course I spoke, we are one, but separate, Ruby made me to preserve your mind, untouched and unharmed. She respected your wishes to be unaffected so made me to do as she pleased without harming your mind.” Storm explained and, somehow Bolt knew, he smiled knowingly and kindly like he would to a brother or little sibling.

The idea of having Storm in Bolt's mind both comforted him and frightened him, comforted him that Ruby had taken steps to, as Storm had said, preserve his mind, and frightened that he had a hitchhiker in his head, which Bolt didn’t understand was possible before yesterday!

“O-okay… S-Storm… what do we do now?” Bolt asked himself, boy this was weird.

Storm remained silent for a long time before answering, judging how he could answer in goddess’ favour “I think we should wait for Ruby to wake naturally, in our stake we cannot do much to save ourselves without outside aid, which in goddess’ palace will not come anytime soon in the foreseeable future. Angering goddess will only sever to annoy her and thus result in our digestion and fusion with her. Desirable, but not something we aim for.” Storm said thoughtfully.

“I suppose your right.” Bolt mumbled to himself and Storm, this was a real headache inducer.

“Don’t worry, we’ll get use to each other, and then we can be friends!” Storm said cheerfully.

Bolt curled up, steadying his breathing the best he could “I suppose…” Bolt said closing his eyes, too frightened as his eyes adjusted by the gloom to look into the tunnel of pre-digestion juices he lay within to keep them open.

“Why are you scared?” Storm asked, with little experience in self-preservation.

“I don’t want to die.” Bolt mumbled to Storm.

“Goddess… sorry mistress to you, will not harm us so long as we behave… she likes us, finds us entertaining and enjoyable to entrance. Did you not enjoy the hypnosis?” Bolt mussed on Storm’s question for a moment.

“Yeah, I enjoyed it, it’s just… I didn’t think Ruby would… make you.” Bolt said, a little ashamed to admit he didn’t wish Storm to exist.

“That’s okay, I’m not offended, Bolt. I understand your fear, but it’s okay just listen to my advice I’ll look after you. God… mistress will not hurt us!” Storm repeated, trying to beat the idea into Bolt’s mind.

“How do you know?” Bolt asked, but Storm didn’t answer, yet Bolt could sense a smile “Storm? Storm!” Bolt opened his eyes “Don’t leave me…” He pleaded nervously, but Storm was curling up to sleep.

“Don’t worry, I will always be here, in mistress’ coils, waiting… I will help you but I’m tired now I’ve been up all night since I was born, please… let me sleep. Enjoy the day, for it is yours to enjoy… see you later, Bolt… night.” Storm mumbled laying down as the mental coils closed over him, guarding him from Bolt’s noisy mind, who was once again alone.

Bolt tried to go back to sleep, but the nagging fear at the back of his mind refused to subside, and this he remained awake, hearing the dull quiet thud of Nedra, or was it Alex now, hitting the pan with her spoon to awaken the staff. Still, afraid, Bolt waited for Ruby to stir, finally though Bolt cracked.

“M-mistress?” Bolt called out his voice half breaking back into a whisper.

The walls around Bolt shifted and contracted, lifting him up and shaking him about before settling “Good morning.” Ruby said softly from outside “Sleep well?”

Bolt wanted to get angry, or afraid, something other than what he calmly said “Yes, mistress.” Bolt flushed, this was beyond embarrassing!

“I’m glad,” Ruby smiled at the bulge in her tail as she sat up in her bed, to an outside observer who was not close enough Ruby would appear to be talking to herself, though nopony would dare point this fact out to her for fear of being eaten “I had a lot of fun last night, thank you for giving your mind up, I’m sure we should do this again sometime, I do wish to play with Storm more… though you don’t know who that is, do you?” Ruby asked grinning, she couldn’t wait to abuse this new leverage!

“We’ve… met.” Bolt said, the thick scales, muscle and fat muffling his tiny voice.

“Oh,” Ruby failed to hide her disappointment “Well, I suppose it saves introductions then!” Ruby said, this didn’t change anything really, long term, but she would have liked to see his reaction.

“Can I um… can I get out now, mistress?” Bolt asked shifting nervously, frightened of offending her.

Ruby let out a long “Hmmmm,” Drawing out her thoughts as if debating whether or not to allow Bolt his freedom or to let him lay in her belly, finally she said “I suppose I will still need you to cook for the dinner, and I have so much more I can do to your little cute mind!” Ruby said almost laughing at the ideas.

“I can’t wait.” Bolt said and legitimately meant it before turning bright pink in the face.

Ruby burst out laughing whilst Bolt mumbled incoherently in embarrassment “Oh, don’t be ashamed Bolt, it’s good that you are relaxing… after all it felt so good to slip into my gaze, didn’t it?” Ruby cooed quietly.

A ring flickered through both of Bolt’s eyes, his pupils didn’t change it was more like a shadow playing over a reflection “Yes… relaxing…” Bolt moaned smiling dreamily.

“I’m glad. Now,” Bolt was shaken around in his confines as Ruby climbed out of bed, making an exaggerated effort of lifting Bolt down and squishing his form under various coils “Let’s get you back outside into the waking world!” Ruby said as she slithered off to the bathroom, making sure to rub the bulge that was Bolt against the walls to squeeze him in his squishy prison.

Ruby’s servants awaited her arrivals and upon hearing the tell-tale sounds of her swishing, slithering tail over the carpet, leapt into action, turning the hot taps around and letting steaming water gush into the pool like bath Ruby used. By the time Ruby had lazily slithered into the bathroom, it was full with hot water and the three ponies bowed respectfully “Thank you.” Ruby said casually, the group leaving Ruby to soak.

Ruby slipped in gracefully and silently and, if not for the sudden growing warmth around Bolt, the pegasus might not have known Ruby had even entered the water. Ruby sighed contently as she allowed her great bulk and length to slither and slip into the comforting warming water. With a sigh, Ruby decided this was the most ideal time to let Bolt out. With a gulp, Ruby began to contract her stomach, pushing Bolt back up to the stomach entrance, which his legs pushed through dragging him back out in great jerking sliding strides. Ruby opened her mouth, the tips of Bolt’s legs appearing before he was flung from Ruby’s mouth faster than he had expected, slamming against the bottom of the pool. The shift from the cool, damp tightness of Ruby’s throat to the chilling air then water shocked Bolt and he gasped out what little air the impact had not knocked out, which made bubbles stream from Bolt’s mouth up to the surface. Before he began to swallow water, though, Ruby curled a coil around his waist and lifted him up, coughing and spluttering for air.

“Exit… not so graceful.” Bolt grumbled once he had recovered slightly.

Ruby laughed softly “Try being the one spitting you out!” Ruby teased grinning.

“I thought you said I was tasty.” Bolt mumbled.

“You are, very much so, but so is anything you eat and is it just as tasty back up?” Bolt shook his head “Well there you go.” Ruby said lifting a cup over and taking several gulps to clear her mouth.

“Oh, sorry.” Bolt said quietly as he slumped in Ruby’s grip and Bolt gasped as he was pulled against her.

“Don’t be, I had a lot of fun last night, we should do it again!” Ruby said hugging Bolt as her coils looped around him effortlessly under the water “But later, we need you clean and cooking! I have a Bolt shaped hole in my belly now, so let’s get it filled.” Bolt nodded as he was spun around, Ruby tending to his mane.

“I… I could do it myself…” Bolt said, flushing at how Ruby was treating him.

Ruby grinned lifting Bolt up and looping thick coils around his body, rubbing slowly, the stallion merely laying within the muscular grip, content to relax and let Ruby do as she will “I dunno, you don’t look like you could hold yourself up right now let alone wash yourself. No, I’m going to have to help you.” Ruby cooed and used her magic to levitate over a bottle of dripleaf shampoo “You won’t climb out this time, will you?” Bolt shook his head the best he could, as a coil was scratching his mane loose, tugging on the knots a little painfully but at least he’d look a bit better. Was this going to be normal?

Ruby loosened her grip and Bolt’s hooves touched the water, sending ripples along it as he once again sank into the warm water, cradled in a strap of coils, like Ruby were some sort of crane for him. Ruby slid closer, lifting the bottle and Bolt closed his eyes as Ruby poured the cold gel onto his head, which caused it to tingle and blur up as if his mind was filling with static. Bolt bowed his head as Ruby scrubbed his mane, rubbing down over his body turning the water a pretty purple as the stallion sighed softly, succumbing to the mind-numbing bliss easily.

“This is so much nicer, you relaxing, a soft gentle heart beat… just enjoying my pampering grip.” Ruby smiled as she worked “Say Bolt, do you know why we’re having the dinner, what we’re celebrating?” Ruby asked smiling and he shook his head “Well it’s to celebrate the end of the second golden year Equestria has enjoyed under our rule, and to welcome in the third. It’ll be fun, it’s a public festival with lots of lamia themed activities and a ceremony with the former Princesses and our Queen, Sunny. Since I have such a prestigious role in our new community I get to attend personally and I would like to bring a guest, would you like to attend? You can have a bit of fun too!” Ruby said smiling.

“Oh, would I have to do anything?” Bolt asked weighing the idea to see if it had any possible risks.

“Not really, just arrive with me and stay by my side during the ceremony, you can wander around during the day. But if you say yes, I’d make sure everything is ready by the end of today it starts at dawn tomorrow and the dinner is afterwards.” Bolt shifted where he sat as Ruby made bowls with her tail, scooping up water and pouring it over his head, the tingling numbness washing down his body making it quiver in delight as the dripleaf soap painted the water a deeper purple.

“I think I can manage.” Bolt said softly.

“So, you’ll come?” He nodded and Ruby clapped her hooves “Wonderful, I can’t wait! You’ll love it so much, I promise!” Ruby said and Bolt smiled, her reaction was rather cute and strange, it wasn’t like her to act... bubbly.

“Shall I clean you?” Bolt offered and Ruby smiled.

“How forward!” She teased leaning close to whisper before giggling “Of course Bolt, get plenty on, I want your mind to spin if you so much as get into proximity with me.” Ruby purred lifting Bolt around her back, holding the bottle on a circle of coils for him.

Bolt took the dripleaf shampoo and poured some out onto his hoof, which tingled and shuddered as the effects wound and burned into his nerves underneath. It was with considerable force of mind that Bolt began to rub the gel into Ruby’s mane and fur, the lamia bowing her head with a content smile as her pet set to work.

“So, how are you viewing things?” Ruby asked as Bolt’s hooves trailed down Ruby’s body to her tail which rose out of the water for him to douse in suds.

There was a very long pause before Bolt answered, partially thinking over his answer and partially “Nice, I suppose it is a lot easier to enjoy being here in your service when things feel…” Bolt paused drifting back into a dripleaf haze.

“Relaxing?” Ruby cooed softly as a suggestion.

“Yes, Mistress, thank you.” Bolt sighed and blinked as he felt an anchor form in the existence of a coil looping around his neck and tightening, making Bolt gulp down a puff of air.

“Such an obedient little coil warmer, I do so enjoy this change, you should have made it sooner!” Ruby said chuckling as she tipped water over her body using her tail again, splashing Bolt as well.

“Yeah sooner…” Bolt shook his head “Stop doing that, making me repeat your… truthful messages.” Bolt held his face in his hooves as Ruby laughed, tugging on the leash to make Bolt look up.

Ruby curled around facing Bolt “Now, you just said it, what I’m saying is simply the truth, so enjoy it, the feelings and sensations of my spell and body playing with you. It’s very relaxing, isn’t it?” Ruby asked smiling and Bolt felt his eyes gravitate towards her own, as if drawn there by past memories of them… pulsing…

“Yes, Mistress.” Bolt droned with a dull smile and glazed expression, which made Ruby grin wider, looking as snake-like as ever.

“Good boy, now why don’t we get out and you can set to work getting ready for tomorrow!” Ruby said sliding towards the edge of the bath, Bolt turned to watch the shimmering coils gliding atop the water, following them all the way to Ruby, before following slowly after.

“Dinner’s tomorrow.” Bolt mumbled reminding himself, as if he were forgetting.

Ruby curled her tail down and around Bolt, lifting him out with a life preserver coil “Indeed, glad to know you can remember what I tell you.” Ruby teased and Bolt nodded grabbing a towel to dry himself, before assisting the sparkling, beautiful Ruby. It was quite nice to dry her soft, comfy, strong coils… deep in Bolt a sliver of his stubborn former self covered its eyes and moaned in humiliation, but it was cast aside by Bolt himself, he didn’t want to feel guilty enjoying this anymore, it was… heaven!

Returning from Ruby’s bathroom, Bolt collected and dressed himself in his uniform, heading down to the kitchen where the Slaves greeted him in unison once again.

“Okay, we only have the rest of today to get the rest of the mains and starters finished and begin the desserts,” Bolt looked between his staff “So, I want to see some real movement in here today or I might not be inclined to hold back Ruby’s… disappointment.” The effect was like a cold wave Bolt saw them all shiver and smirked “Glad I have your attention, now let’s get to work!” The group gave a heartful cheer despite the threatening introduction.

Bolt set the group to work on the starters, even if they didn’t finish everything at least if they had them Bolt could work with a bit of a buffer before the lamias became impatient and… ravenous. Divisions of steel trollies lined the kitchen, being piled with platters, trays, bowls and pots of cold salads, small pastries and hot soup. The scent of food wafted up through the building and it wasn’t long until it reached Ruby’s office.

“So, Alex, do you understand your new role?” Ruby asked the stallion tight in her embrace, who nodded numbly.

“Yes, Mistress, I will ensure the staff is up to a standard befitting your excellence, and keep the paperwork you have to attend to at a minimum.” Alex said, nearly singing as he repeated the twisted words.

“Good boy, now…” Ruby darted her tongue out and broke eye contact, her spiralling eyes turning to the door “Now I’ll let you get adjusted and a uniform from Nedra and see how you do after breakfast.” Ruby said a little hastily as she headed out the room.

The door to the kitchen creaked as the lamia slithered inside, looking at the fast pace blur of ponies running about obeying their Master’s instructions, who seemed not only more confident and in control of them, but more at ease, even enjoying this new means of controlling them.

Ruby slithered up silently behind Bolt and leaned down beside his ear “Something smells… delicious.” Ruby hissed, her forked tongue flickering against his chewed-up ear.

“AH! …Oh, Mistress you frightened me.” Bolt said flushing, his expression grumpy at being caught off guard in such a playful way “Can I get you something?” Bolt offered and turned looking for something suitable.

“The food for the dinner is ready?” Ruby asked.

“Oh? Yes, we’re just putting the soup and cold food in stasis spells to prevent aging and so the soup stays hot, do you want to taste some before it’s put away?” Ruby nodded at Bolt’s suggestion.

“That would be nice.” She said letting Bolt lead her between the ovens.

“Hold on those spells for a moment,” Bolt called, two of the slaves pausing while holding a pair of enchanted gemstones “Mistress Ruby would like a taste.” Bolt said stepping aside “We have mushroom, chicken, lentil, tomato and rabbit for a more predatory option.” Bolt said smiling, before whispering in a hiss like his Mistress “Butter her some bread.” To the nearest available slave who rushed over returning with a tray and bowl.

“Rabbit.” Ruby said simply and Bolt carefully spooned some of the requested soup into a bowl and added a nice cream decoration in a hypnotic swirl on the top, it was becoming Bolt’s trademark here.

Ruby took a spoon and sipped the soup giving an approving nod “I should have known you would make even soup delicious.” Ruby said very softly to Bolt whilst he slaves cheered happily.

“Glad you approve.” Bolt said and waved them to seal them up, storing them in walk in cupboards, the soup would be heated when the spells weaved over them were removed later.

Ruby accepted the plate of bread from one of the approaching slaves, carrying it with her magic “Well, chef, I shall leave you to preparing the dinner, I wish you all good luck. Make me proud.” Bolt nodded and the crowd bowed before returning to work as Bolt began to bark orders at them once more.

Bolt and his slave staff worked relentlessly on preparations for the starters and mains, the desserts filling up the fridges as well. The porters galloping back and forth carrying trays, dirty pots and pans, clanking like foals pretending to be knights, bringing forgotten ingredients and scrubbing off stains before they could stick to surfaces. After roughly seven hours of hard laborious work, it was all said and done, the final cakes were slipped into the fridges to solidify overnight and the slaves sat down upon their haunches their and then to rest.

“Well done everypony, I’m certain tomorrow’s dinner will be a huge success!” Bolt said with a smile and the staff return his smile with their own before heading up to the staff room to finally rest. Bolt did a little check off to make sure it really was all completed.

Bolt wandered through the fridges checking off the starters and uncooked mains ready for the ovens tomorrow, the dull hum and chilling breeze of the fridge breathing down his neck making him shiver. When Bolt left he felt something… somepony stir.

“Good evening Storm.” Bolt said softly as he began to list off the desserts ‘cheesecake, brownies, sponge cakes…’

“Hello, have I missed anything important?” the hitchhiking split asked Bolt with a grin.

“Cheesecake… yeah, Ruby invited us to a festival tomorrow, lamia themed, to celebrate the renewal of our world into a bright enlightened golden age.” Bolt said absentmindedly, it was an interesting thing to think about, the festival and it was good to remember such important history, but Bolt had a job to do “Sponge ca… am I listing the same things…?” Bolt muttered staring at the sheet of desserts he had yet to write anything on.

Storm chuckled “No, you must be imagining things.” He said and laughed as Bolt began his list a third time.

“Oh, stop it!” Bolt grumbled, flushing pink.

“Or what, you’ll kick me out?” Storm mocked and Bolt hummed angrily but said nothing, Storm, sadly, had a point.

With much difficulty, Bolt eventually finished his list, everything was ready and sorted for tomorrow evening, he had the rest of the day off, as did the rest of his staff! Leaving the list on a shelf, Bolt made his way through the manor back to his bedroom, undressing out of his uniform before settling down on the bed of coils he’d left behind the previous night. Bolt stretched his hooves behind his head, sinking into the plush softness.

“That’s it, you’re just going to lay here?” Storm grumbled, trying to coax Bolt back up.

“What else is there to do? I can’t leave the manor, far as I know, until tomorrow and I’ve seen pretty much everything of interest.” Bolt commented “Plus, Ruby hasn’t summoned me… us… she’s busy.” Bolt said, still not entirely sure how this relationship really worked.

“Well there is one thing we could do to pass the time…” Bolt gave a soft hum for him to continue “There’s the games in the break room.” Bolt tapped his hoof against the coils absentmindedly as he thought, they were games Ruby had chosen… but then, remembering the relaxed ponies with the visors on their heads, Bolt didn’t see this as such a bad thing.

“Yeah, alright… guess it could be fun for a while.” Bolt said and Storm hopped around happily, anything hypnotic based made him feel delighted.

The staff room was full of the enlightened cooking staff Bolt commanded, as well as sprinklings of other staff members having a little down time. Bolt skipped passed them to the little corner with the games set in, finding a comfy, squishy chair and leaning back, taking one of the visors and inspecting it. It was a thick, black box with several straps for securing it to the head, with adjustments on the side. Uncertain what would happen, Bolt set it over his head and clipped the visor in place, one it was secure and not bobbing about, Bolt leaned back… waiting in pure darkness. A simple menu popped up with a selection of options and Bolt got the feeling this was likely used to help ‘settle in’ some of the more rowdy or fearful employees and keep the good ones pacified… like himself, at this point. Skimming the names along the list Bolt didn’t feel so at ease with this.

“Maybe just something simple…” Bolt mumbled softly to himself and rose a hoof, able to click an option for ‘constriction’.

The visor warmed up around the sides of Bolt’s eyes and, within an instant, the visor had shifted to black to a bright colour, which was changing… changing in a… a familiar… pat…pattern…

Ruby looked over the high hedge walls as the teams of unicorns worked in droves to make the maze curl, twist and rise up from the small plants the Earth ponies were tending to, a team of weather Pegasi ensuring they had an adequate supply of water at all times “You look happy.” Sunny commented, approaching with a checklist.

“Indeed, I am very happy.” Ruby said smiling at Sunny.

“I take it Bolt paid you a visit last night?” Sunny asked.

“Yes, and it was a very enjoyable experience, for all of us.” Ruby said.

“All of us?” Sunny piped but Ruby merely flicked her tongue out “I’ll know tomorrow, you do realise that?” Ruby chuckled.

“I imagine you have already guessed, but yes, you will know. As will Bolt, fully.” Ruby said with a mysterious air.

“I imagine he’ll be delighted.” Sunny commented “Now, why don’t you help me see if the prey maze is suitable.” Sunny suggested, gesturing to the maze.

“I can spare a little bit of time to play.” Ruby said “It’ll be good practice for tomorrow.” Sunny merely smiled setting down the clipboard and addressing the working group, who were putting in a few finishing touches to the jungle-like maze.

“Well done everypony, now, of course, we have to ensure that this game is up to the standard we have set, so why don’t we have a little short game, let us have about two minutes then come inside, and best of luck!” Sunny said and slithered within, joined by Ruby and a few of the other lamias present, the ponies looking almost as eager.

It was late evening, the moon had risen and Ruby slithered in its pale glow, swishing like a long phantom down the organised roads of Canterlot city. The soft low tune of her humming the only sound, save for scales rippling along the floor as she moved. The carefree lamia passed a few night owl ponies and waved cheerily to them, before reaching her manor, her guard welcoming her back with bows. Ruby glided past, thanking them as she slipped into the building, the radiators heating the cold snake as she slithered upward. On the second floor, Ruby paused and smirked looking sideways.

“Boooolt.” She hummed, watching the respective door “Boooolt…” Ruby called again and slide closer “Bolt.” She said firmer then chuckled “Trying to fight my spell so deep within my thrall is pointless.” Ruby cooed and leaned against the door clicking it open quietly to the vacant room “Huh…? He’s not here.” Ruby opened the door fully, definitely not here. There wasn’t much space to hide, really.

Ruby slithered down to the kitchens, maybe he was waiting with some food for her? But the lights were out and only the fridges and freezers made a peep in the room. With a frown, Ruby slithered back upstairs, if Bolt had attempted to leave without permission Ruby would have been informed, so he was INSIDE the building at least. Ruby slithered over to the staffroom, maybe the other employees Ruby ruled over knew where he was. But the staffroom was deserted, empty… Ruby was about to leave when she noticed a flicker of light, something was still switched on. With her serpentine eyes, Ruby had no need to switch the lights on, and decided, instead, to slither up to the source of light. As Ruby curled around she was able to tell somepony was wearing one of the visors she’d had made, such wonderful little devices, with a vast array of ‘encounters’ with their mistress, it was rather fitting then that it was named ‘snake visor’. Ruby smirked, relaxing as she slid closer and paused, almost cracking up.

Bolt lay, slouching with the backrest of the chair set back so he could rest comfortably, on the chair with a visor on. His mouth was partially open with a trickle of drool running down his mouth and as Ruby watched his gasp a little gaps and wheeze and his breathing became harsh and tiny as if he were being crushed by a great weight or compressed.

“Little stallion loves his coils… guess the staff could tell too.” Ruby commented as she had noticed the ‘blanket’ of fake coils somepony had wrapped Bolt in as he lay in the chair. Bolt had managed to wriggle and shift them where he lay so he was tightly looped in them, as tight as puffy coils allowed anyway.

Ruby leaned over Bolt grinning at him “Is he enjoying himself Storm?” Ruby asked.

“I imagine so,” Storm said, his voice oddly level and calm, not monotone like a normal hypnotised pony “I can’t really feel it same as Bolt is, still, least I get to sit at the forefront whilst he’s… ‘occupied’.” Storm said smiling, Bolt’s mouth then dropping back into flabbergasted awe.

“How cute, Bolt… Boooolt can you hear me?” Ruby cooed softly leaning even closer, placing her hooves upon the squishy coils to whisper to him.

“Y…yyyessshhh…” Bolt slurred, a pony wasn’t entirely ‘gone’ when wearing a snake visor, but very little of their brain could operate under the intense stimuli subjected to them that was required to build up the mental image and sensation they were being made to experience. Only a sliver of Bolt’s mind registered the real Ruby’s arrival, the rest, awash with colours, spirals and scales, simply thought the lamia had finally broken her silence whilst toying with him.

“Does it feel good?” Ruby cooed, and smirked as Bolt managed what was definitely a nod “Glad to hear it, but would you mind taking the visor off… it’s time to go to sleep.” Ruby said and Bolt whimpered “You can sleep in my coils, the real thing, not a trick of the mind, even if it is a realistically pleasant one.” Ruby said, enforcing Bolt’s enjoyment of his situation.

“Oh… okay…” Bolt mumbled and after another gasp, managed to wriggle his hooves free and tap a very tiny box labelled ‘awaken’. The pulsing rings reversed and Bolt felt his mind being dragged back to lucidity rapidly. As the visor blinked off back to darkness, Bolt was able to remove it with sleepy, uncooperative hooves.

“Enjoy yourself?” Ruby asked as she came into focus in the dimly lit room.

“Er… yes… why didn’t anypony wake me up?” Bolt asked.

“Did you tell anypony to?” Bolt shook his head “Well then, there you go. The ‘encounters’ go for twelve hours if you don’t switch them off, guess everypony just thought you were enjoying the night off. You can always sleep with it on, that’s an option. Literally, there’s a sleep coiled encounter.” Ruby said giggling at how the stallion was becoming steadily more and more susceptible.

Bolt flushed “What about the real thing?” He asked quietly.

“Oh yes, I did promise…” Ruby slid back, allowing Bolt to climb up if he wished and Ruby offered him a stretch of coils “Why don’t you put them on?” Ruby suggested, like they were pajamas.

“Oh…erm…” The coils slid closer and rubbed Bolt’s cheek affectionately with pudgy soft scales, the stallion, noticeably, didn’t recoil as he smiled dreamily “Sure.” Bolt mumbled and reached up, taking hold of the coil and looping it around his neck and shoulders, the coil curling down to form a sort of cloak that drooped down either side of Bolt’s body.

“There, so comfy, now come along.” Ruby didn’t even have to tug Bolt to get him started after her, he followed obediently after her glittering tail.

Ruby led Bolt like a shepherd leading a sheep, up to her bedroom without him even registering that was where he was going. Bolt was far too fixated upon Ruby’s swaying tail, watching the low light of the dimly lit manor flick like flames up and down her canvas white scales, seeing the muscles grip the floor to propel her along. Majestic, a befitting word for Ruby.

“Ahem, Bolt, I said to climb up.” Ruby said with a soft titter and Bolt looked up, blinking as he registered Ruby’s massive bed, her coils strewn with them.

“Oh… oh, right. Sorry.” Bolt said glancing down at the edge of the bed and after a moment’s pause Bolt managed to coax his wings into beating at his side so it was easier to hop up onto the plush mattress.

“Well done, now, come over here and lay down beside you Mistress so she can… ‘tuck you in’ for the night.” Ruby said smiling.

Bolt nodded and walked over the bed to where Ruby had settled herself at the head, resting upon the line of pillows, watching Bolt stumble over her coils towards her. Ruby lifted a coil underneath Bolt, lifting him up by his belly as if he were laying atop a tree branch. Upon contact with Ruby’s coils, Bolt’s body shut down and his head plopped down onto the thick squishy coil, which his cheek sank into a little, cradling him. Below, Ruby twisted her coils a corkscrew, closing them together forming a cocoon which she neatly rolled Bolt off over the branch coil into, she didn’t even have to tell him to put his legs inside the cocoon he did it for her, like a good boy. Ruby tightened Bolt’s cocoon, smirking from the sensation of his body bending inward from the compression, kneeling to her might and feeding her warmth! Ruby let her coils slide and Bolt glanced down, almost dreamily in expression, as the moving coils closed over his chin, mouth and up the rest of his face. Ruby let Bolt’s form slip downward slowly and heard a content sigh as the coils atop Bolt weighed down on his chest, Ruby didn’t need to squeeze him to make him short of breath due to their sheer bulk.

“Pleasant dreams Bolt, think of my eyes glowing before you, your mind a lost ship and I am acting as the lighthouse, drift towards my safety and protection… let me guide you.” Ruby cooed as she settled down beside the top of the cocoon.

Bolt hummed and as he drifted away, he had dreams of being perched upon a sailboat, following a rainbow coloured lighthouse upon a scaly sea.