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The Labyrinth Hotel (16)
🕑 Added 2024-12-29 17:50:54 +0000 UTC“My my, what have I stumbled across?” This newcomer asked. He strode forward after a moment of looking the scene over, closing the distance between himself and the dog. He became more clear now. This was a Cobra, a glistening white snake with gold accenting jewelry here and there… and a belly jutting out round enough to look pregnant as well.
Well, so much for not being caught.
“O-oh! Um, well I-” Pascal started to explain, feeling his cheeks blushing. The snake was confident and curious though, and cut him off.
“Goodness! Just look at you~ What a spectacularly round canine, and what a delicious mess.” The Cobra began to breath in through his nose, his eyes fluttering a bit and his forked tongue sticking out, flicking about. “And a fresh one too. I must have just caught you after a good breeding session, but where is your virile top?”
As the snake looked around confused Pascal answered: “Oh, he’s, well I’m not sure where he is but… you see, have you ever heard of a voodoo plush?” He was unsure of how to explain such a concept at first, but the snake gave a knowing look and nodded.
“Ah yes, what a wonderful magic voodoo is, solving so many problems with a simple entanglement between the living and… lesser animated. Let me guess, a plushy of sorts is out there in the world somewhere with an equally stuffed belly?” The white and gold male stepped forward and placed his hands gently atop Pascal’s swollen middle. This guy was bold.
Pascal nodded. “I’m glad I didn’t have to explain that.” he chuckled to himself. He let out a soft huff as this newcomer gently rubbed his belly.
“Aw look, yet another dog who’s a sucker for a good tummy rub. I see those blushing cheeks, your white fur makes it hard to hide~ But what’s your name cutie?” The snake leaned in and tilted his head.
“Oh I’m Pascal, and y-yeah… it’s hard not to appreciate them when I’m… nnnf, so stretched.” He placed his hands on his back and arched himself out a bit. The weight of the warm cum inside him forced him to readjust his stance a bit.
“Well hello Pascal, my, what a lovely name~ And you can call me Raha.” The snake continued to rub over the top of the dalmatian’s swollen middle, his fingers spreading and his gold claws giving soft soothing scritches.
“Nnf, you know your way around a belly Raha, but looking at yours, perhaps we’re in here for similar reasons?” Pascal was getting comfy with this new fur, or scale perhaps.
“Mmmm, perhaps, but I’m not so sure actually. My my, what lovely soft fur you have. Even with a big taut cum belly you’re a pleasure to rub.” Raha began to compliment with his soothing voice, and Pascal continued to feel his instinctive shy personality drop the more his belly was rubbed and cooed over. He felt like he had to reciprocate.
“A-and you’re quite the pretty snake if I’m being honest, I've never seen an all white one before, is that a natural thing?” He admired how clean looking his scales were but also noted the gold accents the snake wore. There were piercings in the Cobra’s flared hood, and rings on his fingers. Even his tongue had a small golden dot in the middle… he noticed this every time it flicked out for a moment. Raha fluttered his eyes, acting bashful as the dog returned the friendly behavior.
“It's very natural yes, for a cum Cobra such as myself~” He angled his brow down and looked up into Pascal’s eyes, the two locked gazes on each other. Pascal actually found that gaze to be pretty as well, he couldn’t help but admire those big glassy peepers as a hallway lamp glinted off of them. But then he caught what Raha just said.
“Cum Cobra?” He asked. What the dog had failed to notice as the snake rubbed his belly and soothed him with his confident sweet talking was the tail behind him beginning to extend. The more it grew, the more it coiled up behind him to hide this effect. Scales stretched out from behind one another yet the girth remained impressive. Raha pressed his belly up against Pascal’s firmly as he stepped in closer.
“A cum Cobra dear is one very rare creature, so to be in my presence… well it’s certainly one you shouldn’t forget, but perhaps as you gaze into my eyes you’ll find yourself worrying less and less about what you remember, and will feel the rumbling in my hungry belly instead~”
Raha moved his face in a circle steadily, and Pascal was unknowingly following that circle, never breaking eye contact. But something in the back of his brain was still trying to sound an alarm. His instinct was practically pleading with him to look away, avert his gaze, or just close his eyes! The dog actually managed this… but only with one eye lid. Raha chuckled.
“What’s the matter Pascal? Is that silly doggy brain of yours telling you something is amiss? You know our brains play tricks on us all the time. Wouldn’t it be a shame if it forced you away from such a comforting new friend and his loving rubbing hands?”
The Cobra gave Pascal’s belly a little squeeze as he rubbed, feeling all that fresh warm cum inside. He licked his scaly lips and his own round belly rumbled again. As he spoke Pascal started to notice the snake’s eyes changing colors, it was like looking into a rainbow as they moved with colored bands outwards to inwards. This motion was drawing the dalmatian in further and further. Raha leaned in and Pascal did the same without thinking, the two were eye to eye.
“Now be a good boy and open that other lid for me.” Raha whispered.
Pascal’s tail wagged, oh, that phrase, that wonderful phrase that all dogs wished to hear so much. It was unbearable, he wanted to be a good boy, he just had to be. He let out a soft whine as the last of his free will let go, and he lifted the lid. Suddenly, both of his eyes widened and a smile crept across his face as his own rainbow pattern began.
“There you go. Isn’t that better?” Raha cooed and rubbed the dog’s belly more and more, taking another long breath in through his flaring nostrils. “Aah… still fresh. What a good boy, what a good snack~ Now, do as I say Pascal, and turn around for me. My poor stomach has waited long enough.”
Pascal gave a nod and a very compliant “Yes sir.” Then turned around for Raha. The snake licked his lips again and let out a little happy sigh. “What a good boy indeed.”
