Coils and Spoils

Closing the door to the bedroom, Sam was amused to see a box with gift wrapping on the mattress. Given the size of the present and the holes on the top for airflow, plus the card that read 'TO SAM, FROM BEETLE' on the side, the mimic had a good idea of what was inside. The briefcase face cracked into a devious smile, and Sam removed the lid to see a familiar reptile inside.

"Look who it is," the mimic announced playfully, "my favorite snake toy~."

Muno covered his ultramarine eyes with his tail as they adjusted to the light, though it didn't conceal the blush across his mint scales. "Wh-Who is this...?"

"Why, it's me, Sam... Don't you recognize me?" The tone feigned ignorance, and Muno could tell.

Before he could ask why the voice was a few registers above the usual, Sam picked him up by the tail, pulling him out of his box. Dangling in the air, he could get a better look at the mimic and her features.

"Y-You're different...!"

Sam chuckled, using her free paw to clear her bed to lie down. As she did, she gave her noodly friend plenty of time to admire her new body. Her face was still the same – the mimic's exposed maw was proof of that –, but her maned wolf half, despite keeping its athletic look, was much more feminine. Most of all from her bust, with the noticeable C-cup breasts on her chest. Her hips also seemed wider, and her shoulders narrower, but perhaps Muno was just seeing things...

"Is that a bad thing?" Sam teased as she dangled him above her head, giving him a good look at the shadowed gap of his maw.

"N-No, I didn't say that...!"

Slowly, he was lowered onto her chest, head placed right in her cleavage. Her fur was just the same from before – warm and silky, with the usual tones of green and teal and white. He was coy about moving and touching either of those breasts, but he had no choice when Sam placed his gray underbelly directly on her right breast. It was soft and furry, except for the nipple brushing against his tail.

"It wouldn't be the first lie you tell today." She continued as she cupped her breast, enjoying the scales brushing against it underneath her fingers. Muno was extremely flustered about being used like this, and she knew full well.

"Lie? B-B-But you just found me a minute ago!"

"Yeah... From a gift box from Beetle... Who, in case you forgot, can't even read."

"...Oh."

She lifted her paw. "Mm-hm. So let's drop all pretenses that you don't want me to play with you. Although I gotta say, for someone without hands, your handwriting is not too bad..."

"I–eep!"

Before he could reply, a slimy appendage brushed against his chin. A flick of his blue tongue brought in that familiar sweet lime smell from Sam's tongue. It lapped around his head, leaving that somewhat viscous saliva that was undoubtedly the mimic's.

"Besides," she spoke as she continued to taste the peppermint-flavored snake, "Beetle has already given me a birthday gift. It's a magical artifact – and it's easy to guess what it does..."

Muno was too distracted by the slobbery green muscle to answer, blushing and melting at the touch of this other 'snake'. He leaned into it as the yellow tip tangled itself lower down his neck, covering him in more drool in their slippery dance. After all, he couldn't deny how much he enjoyed it – Sam knew him too well.

As she hummed over his candy-like flavor, the tongue tugged him closer. The slobbered scales were dragged over the patch of fur on her chest, as his face was pulled closer to her opening maw. He watched wide-eyed as that fleshy green cavern revealed itself in front of him, its sweet yet sour breath inviting as always.

Sam was slow and deliberate, entrancing her friend and teasing his fate as her plaything. She could devour him in one go, but it was always more fun to play with him first. She kept her tongue mostly underneath him, tasting the scales along his flat belly, hoping to entice him just enough that he'd give himself willingly.

And he did. He slithered carefully over the muscle, his long body slowly unwinding from her breast as he aligned himself with the slobbery ramp. The ground was sturdy and thick enough that he wouldn't fall on accident, but it still held him gently like a harness at the tip around his belly. His head was now a couple of inches off the ground – or rather, her fur –, washed over by the damp air coming from her throat.

As he passed the line of her long and crooked fangs, most of his vision had turned lime green. By now, her fully extended tongue had stopped pulling him in, yet he continued his journey forward on his own. He knew his place as her snack, as his nose carefully prodded away her uvula to squeeze itself into the tunnel.

With a 'squish!', the wall yielded, letting him in without a swallow. As light swiftly vanished around him, Muno managed to see the pulses that urged him deeper, before they started to massage his scales. It was wet as well, just like the tongue that most of his body was on. Although Sam wouldn't gulp him straight away, the throat tugged at his head while the mimic continued to taste more of the snake.

Muno gasped as her tongue probed at a particular vent on his underside. It was clearly aiming for his cloaca, as it lapped at the erogenous zone. Flustered and helpless, his heartbeat sped up as he inhaled more recycled air. With the tunnel slowly dragging him further down her neck, she continued to lick his emerging pair of cocks. Just another Manner of toying with him... Oh, how much he loved it.

It didn't take long for his hemipenes to reach their full length, brushing against the smooth surface of Sam's tongue. More of his upper body disappeared into the gluttonous kneading of her esophagus. She continued to slurp without swallowing, tasting his pre-leaking rods as he was greedily claimed. By the intensity of her hastening pulse on his ears, Muno must have been inside her chest. With his widest part passing her epiglottis, there wasn't much left of him outside.

The stifling air that he breathed got more acidic as he neared the bottom of the tunnel, the rush of being swallowed intensifying every sensation. His tail writhed harder, spreading the flavor of his cocks across her tongue. Meanwhile, his face passed through a sphincter, deposited into a wider chamber that wasn't any less oppressive. He was completely at her mercy.

Coiling inside of her stomach, his hemipenes would soon pass the back of her tongue and join the long slide down...if she hadn't intervened. Muno felt her fingers pinch his tail, holding it just outside of her maw – ensuring that he wouldn't slip any deeper until she was satisfied.

If she was waiting for him to climax, however, it wouldn't take much longer. The powerless snake was already pent-up, and from the tip of his reptilian members, plenty of seed spewed out over Sam's tongue. Her gulps threatened to pull him deeper, but her grip prevented him from moving. Saliva and semen washed down over his slimy body, each swallow constricting him so pleasantly and thoroughly as he was held in place.

He was expecting her to let go at any moment, sealing him away. What he wasn't expecting was to get pulled out the other way...! Her fingers distanced themselves from her maw, forcing more of the snake back out her throat. He was slurped up her esophagus like a noodle, pulled by his backside as he was quickly dragged up the squelchy tunnel. She chuckled around him.

"I hope you didn't think that I was done with you..." She teased. "I still wanna have more fun with this body."

His face finally emerged from her throat, slimy and soggy in her stomach sluice, and he gasped for fresh air. He was dangling from her paw once again, all lubed and ready for what she had in mind next.

The hybrid moved him away, placing him down between her legs. They were lightly spread, revealing the green labia that she now sported. Sam was somewhat wet, probably having some fun herself while Muno was too busy with her tongue to pay attention.

But the invitation couldn't have been clearer. Slithering closer, his forked tongue poked out a few times, enjoying the sweet aroma before he touched her flesh once again. His squamous head nuzzled against the opening, easily spreading her vent as she cooed softly.

Compared to the cool air of the bedroom, this new hole was so inviting and warm. It certainly wasn't Muno's first time inside a vagina, though he didn't get to enjoy it as often as other forms of vore. His tongue idly lapped at Sam's walls, making her squirm around him. Her reaction was cause enough for him to burrow deeper into her vulva.

Each moan from the mimic reverberated the walls, and Muno continued to use his body as a toy for her. Her juices clung to him along with Sam's saliva and acids, their warmth spreading and intensifying with each scale that passed through her lower lips.

"K-Keep going..." She murmured. "You feel so good in there, Muno."

She didn't need to ask, as the snake had already set his mind to it. With each passing moment, he disappeared more into her green folds, feeling her contractions along his straightened body. His face met with a smoother, rubbery wall at the end, funneling into a small hole. Thankfully, he wasn't much bigger than her cervix, and as he nuzzled the opening, he could feel it cede for his intrusion.

Sam groaned louder, as the first visitor of her canal began entering her womb. She watched as half of his body remained outside, between her legs, and her paw naturally moved to rub her clitoris in response. The reptile's head felt wholly different in her womb than it did in her tunnel, or even her stomach. As the pressure increased within her organ, she only wanted to be stuffed even more.

Though navigating through the tight cervix brought some difficulty, Muno wouldn't give up until he'd finished what he started. Especially given how his tail wasn't grabbed this time, he knew that this is what Sam wanted as well. For a cold-blooded animal, her spare warmth was too enticing – not to mention the idea of surrendering himself to her whims. He coiled within her uterus, expanding it from inside – though he suspected that he wouldn't make much of a bulge.

With her feral friend crawling into her tunnel, filling her from entrance to sphincter, it felt like a long dildo that was being swallowed by her nethers. She continued to press down on her sensitive flesh, with one finger on her erogenous button while the other squished inside to join Muno. His scales glided against her skin and folds, a pleasant texture that was swallowed by her lubricating juices. Her motions helped to press him further in, and when the tip of his tail finally slipped into her, her body convulsed.

Her hips bucked as she came, spasms rocking her vagina and the snake trapped within. Her muscles clamped down, threatening to squeeze him out – but the grip of her cervix kept him locked in place. Only fluids would leave her holes, staining her bedsheets and fingers indiscriminately. Even with the ongoing orgasm, her scaly prey continued to push himself in, compacting more of himself into her uterus.

Once the climax subsided, she enjoyed the singular feeling of fullness while the last of Muno's tail wiggled past her cervix. She licked her dominant paw clean, making out the snake's peppermint taste among her own sweetness.

"Mmm... That was as wonderful as I had hoped for." She rubbed her flat tummy, feeling every motion of her settling prey hidden from sight. "I guess you won't mind if I stay like this for longer, will you?"

"N-Not at all..." Muno whispered, shivering his coils as he soaked her all-encompassing heat. He wouldn't complain. After all, he was hers, for however long she intended to keep him.