Sign artwork by Marcissist

Iskra stared at the shimmering sign above her for the Dream Typhoon nightclub’s lamia section. She looked at the glowing snake front and center, avoiding a glance to the coiled human in the corner. Her stomach fluttered.

She’d experienced lamias’ abilities before. Her employer, Veda Shaw, would invite her for friendly chats she’d only remember half of. Oh, of course, Iskra signed permission for Ms. Shaw to wrap around her body and mind. She would never complain; officially sanctioned naps were a rare employment perk, let alone one with such a soft and snug bed. Ms. Shaw kept her tail in pristine condition.

Nevertheless Iskra had pondered the ethics of such intimate moments with her employer. She wondered if it violated any employee protection laws. Finding scaly snuggling satisfaction from her employer felt wrong. She wanted a source that didn’t sign her paycheck, so to speak.

Thus had she agreed to join her friends at the Dream Typhoon. She’d thought she’d check out some interesting monsters, maybe find a lamia to date.

Yet she had reservations about the nightclub. A glossy wooden sign showed most of the club rules crossed out. No biting, no mind control, no groping—none applied in the lamia section. She could hardly imagine what went on inside, and she wondered if the law did. These sections seemed liable to run afoul of the law, but perhaps they had some way around that. If Ms. Shaw had meetings there, perhaps the owners had powerful connections.

Iskra stared further at the snake in the sign. It gave a rather austere stare. She remembered the few big snakes she’d seen, not the little noodles she saw hiding while on hikes but the huge sub sandwich constrictors that one of Ms. Shaw’s scientists kept for research. She always felt like some of those snakes would leer at her. With all those rules marked out on the sign, she wondered if she would get similar looks when she entered.

She took a deep breath. She would pop in, chat up the blue lamia if she was near the door, and be out in under a minute.

Don’t linger, don’t look at anyone else, and don’t let her draw you in, Iskra told herself.

Unless she’s interested.

No. Stay near the door. Just a quick visit.

Unless, Iskra thought, she invites you for more.

No, only meet her further if she returns to the lobby.

For now.

Iskra pushed open the door and entered the lamia section.

Her eyes widened, bombarded by rainbow lights flashing and swaying and swirling throughout the spacious room. Kaleidoscopic lamps dotted the walls and ceiling, each pulsing and flowing through a rainbow light show that stole Iskra’s attention. She tried to focus on her plan, but as she stared at the bombarding lights and colors her thoughts bubbled away. Her limbs, her head, her body felt as if they floated into a sea of pulsing color.

Iskra struggled to pull herself together. Her memory stalled as the lights burned away her senses, and her grasp of who she was slipped, her location far gone. A crowd of voices faded under a swirling melody twirling in her mind. Her mouth dropped open as she stared at the colors swarming her vision. Red, yellow, green, blue . . .

Blue! She was looking for someone with blue hair. She struggled to look away from the lights as her mind turned her muscles to stare up at the dazzling glow. Piles of plush pillow sofas dotted the room, rainbows of thick snake tails curled over and around them. Iskra’s gaze floated back to the spiraling colors. Her attention swirled around the lights, thoughts swollen with their fascinating beauty. She wrenched her gaze away. She was looking for—someone, who was it?—but she looked back into the colors. With each gaze to the lights she further forgot who she was looking for, what she was even doing.

The thoughts fluttered out Iskra’s head as the lights filled her mind. She stared at the hypnotic radiance, mouth agape and eyes glazed over as the colors swirled her mind into a blur. The nightclub faded from her mind, only the hypnotic colors left in her thoughts.

From the corner of her mind Iskra felt scales as a blanket-thick rope curled around her wrist and up her dangling arm. She groaned as it yanked her aside, dragging her unfocused eyes from the hypnotic lights. Her blurry vision swirled as she flumped sideways into a soft seat, and her stalled mind shuddered into a rippled focus.

She gasped and sat up. Her dampened thoughts stumbled as the colors bubbled in her eyes. She blinked and found herself staring into the green eyes of a curly-blue-haired lamia.

“Well, you’re a new face around here.” The grinning lamia squeezed an arm over Iskra’s broad shoulders. Iskra twitched as the lamia’s curly hair tickled her face, and she swayed as the sweet and spicy bouquet of the lamia’s scent swirled around her. “Tell me, you weren’t following me, were you?”

“I, uhh—” She was, wasn’t she? It felt wrong, now; she tried to organize her thoughts to explain herself, but they slid around her mind as if coated in soap. “I was just,” she slurred, “just wanted to meet you.”

“Oh, I hear that a lot. A lot of people eager to meet the club’s resident naga.”

“Naga?” Iskra asked. The word felt familiar, but not in a real sense. Had she heard it from a story?

“Naturally, I’m not from around here.” She leaned closer. “You see my beautiful green eyes, right?”

Iskra stared into the naga’s blue eyes. No, green—why did she think blue? All the colors swirling around her must have added a blue tint.

She’d only meant to stay a moment, hadn’t she? She saw the exit halfway across the room. If she tried to leave, those hypnotic lights might steal her attention again. Besides, she wanted to know more about this naga. Her scaly tail cuddled Iskra’s shoulders. She seemed trustworthy.

“My name’s Alya,” the naga said. “I come from a long way away, but I’ve settled here and I’m quite the regular.”

Iskra felt the blue name crawl through her head and settle inside, but she felt numb to the rest of Alya’s words as her voice tickled her mind like a violin.

“Alya,” Iskra said, swaying under the cuddling tail as her thoughts floated away from her. “Nice name. Um. I’m Iskra.”

“Ah, Iskra, a spark of a name.” Alya pulled her closer, pressing their heads together as her puckered grin widened. Iskra’s head spun as she breathed more balmy perfume than air. “Tell me, Iskra, can you feel the sparks between us?”

Iskra stared into Alya’s blue—no, green eyes. All the swirling confusion she sank into from the pulsing lights straightened into order when she was with Alya. When she looked at her the dizzying colors dimmed; Alya’s soft blue helped Iskra focus in pretty blue thoughts. Her tail curled around Iskra and squeezed her squishy body in a gentle hug, massaging her to relax and forget the dangers of the nightclub. Alya stroked Iskra’s chin with her scales as she squeezed her chubby cheeks.

As long as she stayed with Alya, she would be safe.

Iskra’s mind flashed back to the nightclub rules. So many stopped applying in the lamia section. No groping, no non-consensual kissing, no non-consensual hissing, no mind control.

Did Alya have green eyes or blue eyes? When the eyes of a snake changed color, that meant trouble. She wondered if she should return to the lobby or stay where it was safe.

Wait, was Alya safe?

“Server! Over here!” Alya waved down a waiter. “A Python’s Passion Paradise, please!” She squeezed Iskra in an arm and grinned. “And a water for my friend, here. It’s her first time, it’s all a bit overwhelming, she needs something to clear her head.”

Iskra tried to blink her thoughts into order, but they floated about like a void had opened in her mind. She felt so heavy and sluggish she could hardly move, as if a heavy blanket squished down around her. Some water to clear her head sounded like a good idea.

Maybe Alya was looking out for her.

“So, Cutie,” Alya said, squeezing closer around Iskra’s squishy body, “what brings you here tonight?” Iskra squeaked.

“I was—it’s—that—you—” Iskra stared as Alya’s puckered, forward smile twirled through her thoughts. Everything before she met Alya felt pale and paltry. Alya laughed.

“Now, we both know that it was me that brought you into the scaly heart of the Dream Typhoon.” Her words wrapped around Iskra’s thoughts. She stroked a hand under Iskra’s cheeks and the helpless human smiled. “But what’s your story before you met your match?”

“I . . . meeting . . . good time?” Iskra’s mind sloshed out as Alya pressed her presence closer, her balmy aroma massaging Iskra’s mind as scales flowed through her senses.

“You’re looking for a good time?” Alya chuckled. “You chose the right gal to follow, because you found it.”

Iskra groaned. She tried to rub her head, but her heavy arm remained pressed down against her. How many drinks had she imbibed?

“Am I drunk?”

“Only on good vibes, Sweetheart.” Alya pressed Iskra’s cheek to hers. “How much do you know about nagas? Or lamias, same difference.”

Iskra tried to flip through the knowledge in her head, but the pages of her mind stuck together as a blue-green rainbow oozed through it and left her thoughts unreadable. She found one prominent piece of knowledge.

“I work for a lamia.”

“Ooh, really?” Alya giggled, and Iskra squeaked as pliant, scaly coils squeezed her big pillowy body. “Like, as a stress ball, because you would be perfect for that job, Ms. Softy.”

“Numbers,” Iskra mumbled, as the numbers in her head spiraled towards zero. “For Veda Shaw.”

For a moment she heard only the ambient scrapes and hisses and giggles throughout the room.

“The Veda Shaw?” Alya asked. “The mysterious aristocrat?”

“I think . . .” Iskra blinked as crimson eyes and indigo hues tickled her memory. “Yeah. Ms. Veda Shaw.” Iskra flinched as she noticed the heavy blue tail wrapped around her like a firm, plush weighted blanket. Alya bound her chubby legs, squeezed her plump belly, curled around her thick arms, and slithered further up and around her, growing as thick as Iskra’s own limbs. With all the heavy binding, Iskra couldn’t leave if she tried.

She swallowed and tried to remember why she was there.

“Now that’s interesting,” Alya said. “But don’t worry, Cutie, I’m not interested in your status working for Veda Shaw.” She held Iskra’s face and pulled her gaze to her blue—er, green eyes, until they were nose to nose. She smirked and flicked her forked tongue to Iskra’s lips. “I’m interesssted in you.”

Iskra remembered her reason to be there. It briefly became her only thought. She was looking for a good time with a naga. This lovely, cuddling beauty was who she was looking for, with her long hair, deep eyes, tan skin, sweater hanging off one shoulder, and endless soft, snuggling coils.

She wanted to date a naga, and this fun and frisky charmer was interested in her. No worries, no responsibilities, just a good time in a scaly, pleasuring hold.

Yet something nagged Iskra. Something about the place was dangerous, but she couldn’t remember why. The pages of her mind stuck more as pulsing blues smeared and stained her thoughts.

“Drinks!”

Someone, blurred in Iskra’s vision as she only saw Alya in focus, set a glass of water on the side table, followed by a wine glass of a shallow neon green drink swirled with violet.

“Here you go, let me help.” Alya lifted the glass of water to Iskra’s lips. Iskra drank the clear, cold water, and she felt her head clear up. She remembered her friends in the lobby. A memory of danger resurfaced.

After Alya pulled the glass away Iskra looked at the coils squeezed around her. Alya’s tail buried her legs and held her arms tight, a cuddling loop draped over her shoulders. Her seat was free as she sat on the cushioned booth, but she expected that at the first chance Alya would squeeze her tail around Iskra’s squishable butt like a warm pillow.

All in all, she didn’t see much way to return to the lobby unless Alya let her. Maybe Alya would accompany her if she asked.

Alya moaned as if exhaling her mind. She twitched stiff with a wide grin, and Iskra gasped as her coils squeezed tight. Alya slumped into the booth seat and her coils loosened. Her glass spun on the table, sloshing the—what had she called it?—Python’s Passion Paradise.

Her eyes seemed to stare into a sharp point in space. Whatever Alya drank must have been strong. Maybe Iskra could leave. Her body yearned to rest among the soft, massaging scales, but her mind nagged her of danger. She grabbed the seat edge and inched away in hopes Alya wouldn’t notice the gradual movement in her coils.

Iskra gasped as Alya pulled her swaying coils taut. She held Iskra against the booth seat and squeezed around her butt, sliding over her with a possessive grip as if only she mattered. The grasping scales tightly kneaded Iskra’s body; caught trapped in the soft and massaging grip, her senses twitched towards submission.

“Hey Sweetie, where you going?” Alya asked, voice sluggish and dazed.

Iskra pulled away with her free arms, but Alya grabbed her hands and pulled her close, filling Iskra’s vision with her pulsing sapphire eyes.

“We haven’t even really gotten to know each other yet,” Alya intoned with a lazy sigh, “and when I drink that hypno-punch I just have to share that daze with someone.”

Iskra’s swirling mind bubbled in blue, but as her thoughts melted the danger resurfaced in her memory. No fondling, no restraining, no kidnapping, no mind control—those rules didn’t apply in the lamia section. Before Alya’s soothing blue rings could blur her memory of the rules Iskra shut her eyes and turned away.

“No! Please, just let me go. I’m sorry, I didn’t want to stay here, I thought we could—the lobby—”

Alya pulled Iskra closer and tickled her forked tongue to her ear.

“Don’t be sssillyyy, Cutie,” she whispered. “This place is much more fun than the lobby. Of course you want to stay here.”

“No, I—I’m not—I didn’t think—” Iskra gasped as Alya pushed her into a bed of her soft, squirming, squeezing tail, sinking her senses into surrendering sleep. Alya pushed her head up by the neck, and in surprise Iskra opened her eyes.

She stared wide-eyed at the swirling rainbow ceiling.

“Not thinking is the best way to spend your time here,” Alya said.

“Wait—” Iskra gasped as the lights pulsed in a mind-numbing display of hypnotic flashes and swirls. “Oh n—nuh—oh . . .”

Her mind sank back into a squishy daze. The lights stole her attention. Holes in her mind expanded. A sparkling rainbow void spread over her senses and drained her thoughts.

Vague sparks of thought told Iskra to look away lest she be hypnotized, but scales curled around her yielding body and squeezed her head. Alya piled the weight of her thick tail over Iskra and constricted her chest as she bound her arms down. Body immobile, mind immobile, Iskra’s thoughts sank under Alya’s presence.

Her eyes drooped as her vision swam, head spinning, swirling in pulsing colors popping her thoughts away. A thought nagged at her to resist, but she wanted to shut her eyes and drift to sleep. Her eyes fluttered between resistance and surrender and hypnosis and sleep.

Yes, shut my eyes and block the hypnotic lights. Shut my eyes, go to sleep. No—if I sleep, Alya will have me. I have to keep my eyes open. Staring at the pretty lights. Beautiful lights. Stare at the lights and relax. No, don’t stare—I have to shut my eyes. Shut my eyes and sleep. No, eyes open! Pretty colors. Eyes shut, sleep. Open, colors. Shut, sleep. Open, colors.

Alya slipped her tail behind Iskra’s head and engulfed her body in coils. As she squeezed, Iskra’s eyes widened; she gulped when Alya gripped her neck. The naga lifted her in the coils to meet her eyes, pulsing in deep blues. She giggled as Iskra’s dazed sky blue pupils expanded into her hypnotic sapphire rings.

“It’s so cute when you humans act all coy.”

Alya massaged Iskra’s shoulders with her squeezing tail. The squishy human settled as her sloshing mind sank numb, her vision a swirling blue shower.

“You just love playing the part of resistance, don’t you?”

Her soft tail curled thicker around Iskra’s neck, and Iskra nuzzled against it as all her thoughts turned to submissive pleasure, breathing Alya’s musky aroma deeper with each breath. Her desire to sleep blended with a desire to stare at Alya, until she yearned to sleep with eyes open surrendering to her control.

“I love it, too, so let’s draw out our fun a little longer, shall we?”

Alya’s eyes returned to pale emerald and she squeezed Iskra’s thick, squishy neck. With a gulp Iskra’s eyes widened and the blue hues that blurred her vision faded. The Alya-perfumed fog of her mind thinned as focus returned to her.

Iskra trembled with panic and her eyes twitched as she groaned under the heavily crushing coil grip. Alya loosened the loop around her neck.

“Aw, a little too tight, was it? I don’t want to hurt you.” Alya grinned and brought a glass to Iskra’s lips. “Here, let’s keep your throat moist, shall we? A clear head will prolong our fun.”

Iskra sipped the drink without thought and choked when Alya tipped a gulp down her throat of the sweet, syrupy drink. She coughed to expel Alya’s thick drink, but as it slid through her system Iskra felt a swirling warmth permeate her body, and her head numbed from spiraling sweetness. Her body quivered as her mind fizzed, thoughts slowing and sloshing as if her mind sank below a sweet sea.

“Oh, dear,” Alya said, her grin belying any sense of concern, “that wasn’t your water at all.” She licked Iskra’s lips. “Maybe I can take some of my drink back, hmm?” She kissed Iskra’s lips tightly, and she wrapped around Iskra’s tongue with her own long, sticky-sweet tongue.

The hypnotic nectar sea surged through Iskra’s mind, and she twitched rigid as the intoxicating drink soaked her senses into a trance. She settled into a soft, slack slump sinking into Alya’s sensual smooch and scaly, squeezing coils. Her mind swirled down, sliding along Alya’s tail into a squeezing pool of coils. Her thoughts dissolved as the hypnotic drink coursed through her, soaking her mind into a squishy stupor.

As Alya kissed her lips and squeezed her tighter in coils, Iskra lost sense of where she was. All she knew was the pleasure bubbling through her and the affectionate naga snuggling her closer and tighter. She drifted under Alya’s embrace, her heavy body swaying and shifting with Alya’s heavy coils to let her caress her as wholly as her tail could squeeze. Her lips and tongue followed Alya’s kiss, granting the naga further and deeper control over her body.

Iskra’s dazed, drooping eyes widened as Alya popped her lips from hers. Her gaze focused on the pulsing blues in Alya’s dazzling eyes, deep as the sea.

“Let’s have a little mix,” Alya said. She grinned and stuck her tongue out. “That drink should make you especially receptive to my enchanting eyes now.”

Iskra stared, drooling mouth agape as her chin rested against the coils. Alya’s blue rings flowed over her mind like a bottle of maple wine soaking pancakes into mush. The soft daze her mind swirled into from the drink absorbed Alya’s hypnotic colors, staining her thoughts in a deep ocean blue that flooded her vision. Everything but Alya blurred under the blue ripples, placing the sweet, snuggly, sensual naga as the only thing in focus.

Alya curled her tail over Iskra’s head and squeezed her face in her hands, massaging and kneading Iskra as she molded her mind into sweet surrender to her sensual snuggles. Alya squeezed Iskra’s soft folds, her supple coils firm as she tightened. Iskra sank and melted into the perfect form for Alya to hold and grip and squeeze in her coils, all resistance dissolved by the intoxicating drink.

She pressed Iskra to lay on the booth, though as the naga’s presence permeated her mind her senses felt only Alya: her glimmering eyes, intoxicating scent, and her tightly plush coils. She felt no trace of the seat, no trace of the nightclub at all.

Except for the flashing lights above, which pulsed alongside Alya’s colors already swarming Iskra’s vision to saturate them, intensifying the blues until they crossed Iskra’s senses. Her mind smelled Alya’s fruity hypnotic eyes. The coils squeezing her body swirled with the hypnotic colors until she felt Alya’s coils wrapped around her mind, massaging her brain into melting putty. Alya whispered sweet nectar into Iskra’s ear to drip pleasure into her mind. When she kissed her lips Iskra tasted her words of comfort, bliss, surrender, and swallowed her words into submission.

When Alya released the kiss Iskra smiled, mind all wrapped up in pleasure from Alya’s presence. No fear or worry concerned her, no thought grazed her mind that didn’t surrender to Alya’s influence. She trusted Alya in whatever she wished to do. All she wanted was to submit to sweet surrender of her senses to the sensually snuggling snake seductress.

Alya pulled a curtain around their booth. She poked her head out as a server passed.

“Excuse me, can I get a bottle of Python’s Passion Paradise?” She grinned. “I’m settling here for the night.”

She returned to Iskra and showered her with giggling kisses.

Once the bottle arrived, she made a night of sharing hypnotic bliss with her new soft and cuddly toy—er, friend. She drowned Iskra’s mind in her hypnotic eyes, and she drowned both their minds in hypnotic drink.

Soon Alya was drunk on hypnotic punch, and Iskra was drunk on Alya—the naga swirled them together into hypnotized ecstasy aware only of each other, the outside world dissolving away. She squeezed Iskra’s pliable body and snaked closer against her skin and under her clothes.

Long before morning there was nothing left between Alya’s scales and Iskra’s skin, and nothing left between Alya’s hypnosis and Iskra’s mind.