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The television was still on, with the game character endlessly walking into a wall. There was ambient background music, combined with the constant rhythm of footsteps. It was the only source of light in the room, the screen showing blue skies and the green landscape with soft puffy clouds in the artificial world. Along with that was gentle snoring coming from the sleeping Snakari, and the barely audible sound of the engine of the game console. The nearby wall clock ticked away, showing it was seven in the morning with its hands.
His body was splayed out on the sofa, looking like a discarded doll tossed carelessly aside. The controller still laid in his hand, thumb pressed on the joystick permanently in his position. There was the plate of unfinished french fries, right next to a tall glass of possibly soda, long turned to room temperature. The condensation had made a tiny puddle round it and it trickled to the edge of the table, having dripped down to the carpeted floor, joined with a cushion possibly kicked away from the sleeping Snakari’s leg. It seemed suggestive even, his legs spread open, the right one over the couch, the left on the floor, underwear bulge on display.
For Nama, this scene of her husband was honestly cute.
In the darkness of the room, the white fabric of his undies stood out like a beacon in a foggy night. Jaikal had seeming stayed up all night gaming, only to finally give in to sleep perhaps nearing dawn, albeit unbeknownst to him. She took the controller from his hand, saved the game and finally turned off the system, surprised as she felt the heat from the television radiate to her as she walked by. For all she knew, he could have just fallen asleep minutes before she entered the living room. She knew ‘Facade Mask 5’ was quite the game, but to see that her husband had stayed up all night to play it, that was quite the testament to its fun, addictive gameplay, or his blind devotion to clear its dungeons.
Nama simply sighed, clearing out the table and tidying up the place.
As she turned, her tail accidentally smacked him hard in the face, yet he made no response, snoring away still. She flinched nonetheless, knowing it was a rather forceful strike. Then again, he had spent the entire night gaming, she could have fired a gun next to his head and no reaction would happen.
Jaikal’s mouth now hung open, his snores turning up in volume a bit.
Now as she looked at him, she could have sprayed blood all over and it would easily look like a crime scene. Time of death, possibly around six, maybe quarter to seven. Cause of death, sofa. Then a grin formed on her face, with her rushing off upstairs again.
She laced up her shoes, stretching as she looked through the new camera pictures she had snapped of her underwear-clad husband, giggling as she went through each one. Jaikal had figuratively collapsed, and didn’t even stir as she shifted his limbs about to make him do hilarious poses. A few shots were of his ass, seeing how the white fabric contrasted against his dark blue scales. Already she could picture his expression when he woke, priceless and riddled with shock. She tested the waters even more, smacking his ass; no response still, sleeping peacefully.
“Should have gone to bed on time, Jai~” she remarked, piggybacking him.
Then she got out the door, carrying his still undressed sleeping form, and headed out.
Nama, compared to Jai, was far more muscular and fit, and often, the two bonded in a strange yet cute way, with her treating him like a training weight when doing her exercise. This piggyback session was usually for her to do her usual ten mile run, ending in a sprint. Other times were her doing barbell lifts, with him also hanging on to do chin ups, resulting in them able to kiss each time they did a rep. But right now, Jai was still in deep sleep, unaware of being carried out as usual, undies on display to the general public. Nama grinned slyly, opting for a fifteen mile hike instead, so as not to wake him up mid run. Also, a hike to properly have the people see his butt in its full undieclad glory.
It went exactly as expected, with her going down the street and through the neighbourhoods. There was laughter from several people, mixed in with jeers from kids as she kept going at a steady pace. All the while, she sported a mischievous grin, walking on. The sight of Jargot were all too familiar to her, and she nodded and waved to each of the people that she passed, ready to answer the questions obviously in their minds. Cars zoomed by on the road, buses too, all getting the chance to gaze at her husband’s body.
“Nama, why is your husband in his underwear?”
“He’s still asleep, couldn’t be bothered to dress him.”
“Oh goodness, the white fabric makes it look like a diaper, hahaha!”
“Hey, he’s my baby~”
Some people who knew the two were absolutely entertained by the sight, and she even offered to let random people smack his defenseless behind. All the while, Jaikal slumbered on. Nama herself wouldn’t have minded if she could give his rear a nice swat, he after all, was one of the few males who had a nice behind, further brought out by his choice of underwear. Jai had stirred, but went back to his sleep, which was to be expected.
“It’s like you’re showing his ass off to the world.”
“He’s gonna kill you when he wakes, Nama.”
“I don’t know, hard for me to be scared of someone in just their underwear~”
The deeper they went in the city, the more laughter she heard as she hiked on. Some people obviously weren’t happy with the obscene display, and others were just weirded out as to why a female was carrying a naked male on her back. Eventually they had gone from their direct neighbourhood, to a slightly more populated area in the city, yet with him still happily snoring away. Nama had by then gone a few miles, and her distance tracker on her watch confirmed it, having already marched half of the planned distance. This was a good time to take five, and to change shirts, since the one she wore now was drenched in sweat. It was a quick change at the nearby public toilet, Nama switching shirts and folding the grimy one and packing it in her backpack. Her front and back were shiny with sweat, and she could see it forming in small rivulets down her torso and abs. She was sure Jai would be alright on a bench, plus, it would give people some eye candy as they walked on. As she finished and emerged, she had other plans in mind of what to do with her sleeping husband.
And the day had only just begun...
Jaikal yawned, stretching as he turned. Had he accidentally fallen asleep? He must have. Last he remembered he was scaling some ruins in the game. Or maybe he was farming, he couldn’t remember, his hand fumbling about to grab his phone. Except this wasn’t the couch, it was a hard floor. Not like the cushions. The light shining in his eyes was way too bright for his room. Wait. This wasn’t his room. This wasn’t the house. Where was he. What happened!
He sat up, eyes still unadjusted to the bright fluorescent lights of the place. Wait, this was the gym. What was going on.
Still in his white briefs, he gasped at his nakedness, covering himself as the many gym goers had a chuckle.
“Sleeping Whitie’s finally woken up!” said one of them on the treadmill.
“Maybe he needs to stretch first, hahahaha~!”
In embarrassment, he backed away, partially biting his lip to check if it was some extremely vivid dream. Alas, no, it wasn’t a dream, it was in fact very real. So focused on his disbelief was he, that he jerked as he bumped against someone else behind him. Shit.
He turned, and saw Nama, grinning as she took a big gulp from her water bottle.
“N-nama! What is this?!”
“Mmm...You were fast asleep,” she answered after drinking up.”
“Where are my clothes, Nama, I’m naked!”
“I piggybacked you here without your clothes,” she replied, still with the same casual tone, as if nothing was wrong at all.
“Wait..-w-what?”
“Yeah, you slept through the whole hike, your friends had fun smacking your ass~”
Jaikal again reeled in shock, ears still detecting distant chuckles and comments about his nakedness. Nama herself was just wiping her sweat away, turning away to go to weights area.
“Wait, Nama, I need to get something to put on!”
She turned and suddenly yanked on the waistband of his undies, pulling the front up, giving him a familiar wedged feeling. Being this close to her, she had a natural intimidation, accentuated by her muscular frame and height, being extremely buff, and at least a head taller than him. He felt her hand shift to give a grope to his bulge.
“I think you’re enjoying this, aren’t you, modelling these new briefs of yours to everyone here~”
“Nnngh…..”
“You can stay in one corner if you want, or try to walk home in your underwear. I’m fine with either choice, big boy~”
Her words came as a whisper, making him shiver as his submissive started to show, with his face flushing red.
“Ahh...M-maybe…?”
She grinned and let go, turning to resume her workout.
All Jaikal could do now was look about, seeing every other person go on about their session within the gym. Thing is, he and Nama had come here every now and then, and had been familiar faces in the place as they did their separate workouts. To know that the acquaintances they had met were seeing him like this, feeling embarrassed barely described it. Yet Nama was right in some ways, unbeknownst to the many people about.
He obviously was red-faced at this whole ordeal, dignity vanishing as fast as Nama finished her water bottle. But a part of him enjoyed showing off, especially to her on their many nights behind the closed doors of their bedroom at home. To display himself for her amusement and entertainment, giving her quite the sight. She liked it too, even now as she did her intensity workout, eyes on his ass as he just hung close her. Now was her chance, her tail swung and smacked his rear again, watching his asscheek jiggle in response.
“Gnn!”
He turned around, and she resumed her reps, her face stuck in her usual focused expression to play off the ‘ignorant’ role. Jai knew though, and blushed.
“Haha!”
Jai then felt his waistband tugged up high, lifting him off the ground. Pain. Burning pain. Fiery. All in his loins as he squealed. The entire gym roared with laughter, one of the gym users effectively using him as a weight, doing several bicep curls. The poor midnight blue Snakari was unsure which hurt more, being pulled up and lifted, or the going down part where gravity acted on his and his waistband. His balls, the poor things. Did he still have them? Maybe not, considering how his squeals were a few octaves above his normal voice pitch. The pain had lessened to a dull throb, but the agony was all the same, with him trying to insert his fingers beneath the seat of his briefs to transfer the pain to his hands.
“Awww….come on Zidolu, let my husband go. If I plan to have children, you might prevent that for good~”
“Fine, but this idea is super fuckin’ funny, wedgie curls for the gym.”
The audience watching burst into laughter again, as Jai collapsed and gave a whine of pain, like the sound of a balloon slowly losing its air. He wanted to get up, but he was sure he wouldn’t be able to walk right. The carpet was fine, he was content with lying on it, undies still visible for all to see. He just wanted to lay there, and wait out this pain to die off. To finally fade away and never come back.
Then he felt himself carried, and piggybacked once more, seeing scales of a familiar shade of brown. He then wrapped his arms round her, letting her carry him.
“C’mon Jai, let’s go~”
“See you next week, Nama!” Zidolu said.
“You too, I wanna do pyramids the next time.”
She exited the gym, smiling as they took the long hike back home.
Much to his surprise, he had fallen asleep again during the hike back, only waking up when she laid him down on the toilet as she turned on the shower.
He woke with a jerk, looking about again, only seeing the near naked form of his wife, clad in bright orange panties that sported dark stains of sweat from her exercise session. She pulled those down as well, now truly nude before him, and grinning wider than usual. With her whole body in this lighting, her muscles were shown very clearly, looking like those on ancient statues. He could make out the various tattoos she had on her body, from the twin serpentine dragons circling each bicep, to the star put directly over her heart. She had checked herself out in the mirror, giving some flexes, looking like those professionals by the side of the gym they had just gone to. At the back of his mind, Jai was more than certain she could crush his head just by pressing her legs together, the idea scared him, yet aroused him at the same time, being with someone far more masculine than him, and yet loved him all the same. She then turned, making him realize he had been staring at her body for the past few minutes. He blushed, and the two exchanged knowing glances.
“Well? Take those briefs off, let’s shower up~”
She kissed him, doing the job herself and hastily getting the blue Snakari nude. Sleepiness was unceremoniously kicked out the window as he returned it, hugging her back. Her body was cold and wet to the touch from sweat, but he could care less about it, embracing her even in the moment of passion.
With that, she carried him again, and headed into the shower.
Editor’s Note
Although the Snakari are all a single alien species, there are based on real-world snakes, and therefore, have many subspecies/races within. This story here very much serves as a visual example of it.
Nama is of the Contraz race, the largest of the Snakari races, known for their sheer size in both height and muscle mass and for the immense physical strength. They are based on the large constrictors of the real world, such as pythons, anacondas and boas.
Jai is of the Sertis race, one of the more common races of Snakari, known for their smaller sizes and leaner bodies, but excellent perception and eyesight. They are based on common garden snakes.
Some of the the other Snakari races include the Rattasa, or rattle-tails, so named as they are based upon rattlesnakes, the Seakan, based upon water and sea snakes, and the Primis, the regal race based upon cobras that also make up the majority of the wealthy class and government of the Empire, including the royal family itself.
His body was splayed out on the sofa, looking like a discarded doll tossed carelessly aside. The controller still laid in his hand, thumb pressed on the joystick permanently in his position. There was the plate of unfinished french fries, right next to a tall glass of possibly soda, long turned to room temperature. The condensation had made a tiny puddle round it and it trickled to the edge of the table, having dripped down to the carpeted floor, joined with a cushion possibly kicked away from the sleeping Snakari’s leg. It seemed suggestive even, his legs spread open, the right one over the couch, the left on the floor, underwear bulge on display.
For Nama, this scene of her husband was honestly cute.
In the darkness of the room, the white fabric of his undies stood out like a beacon in a foggy night. Jaikal had seeming stayed up all night gaming, only to finally give in to sleep perhaps nearing dawn, albeit unbeknownst to him. She took the controller from his hand, saved the game and finally turned off the system, surprised as she felt the heat from the television radiate to her as she walked by. For all she knew, he could have just fallen asleep minutes before she entered the living room. She knew ‘Facade Mask 5’ was quite the game, but to see that her husband had stayed up all night to play it, that was quite the testament to its fun, addictive gameplay, or his blind devotion to clear its dungeons.
Nama simply sighed, clearing out the table and tidying up the place.
As she turned, her tail accidentally smacked him hard in the face, yet he made no response, snoring away still. She flinched nonetheless, knowing it was a rather forceful strike. Then again, he had spent the entire night gaming, she could have fired a gun next to his head and no reaction would happen.
Jaikal’s mouth now hung open, his snores turning up in volume a bit.
Now as she looked at him, she could have sprayed blood all over and it would easily look like a crime scene. Time of death, possibly around six, maybe quarter to seven. Cause of death, sofa. Then a grin formed on her face, with her rushing off upstairs again.
She laced up her shoes, stretching as she looked through the new camera pictures she had snapped of her underwear-clad husband, giggling as she went through each one. Jaikal had figuratively collapsed, and didn’t even stir as she shifted his limbs about to make him do hilarious poses. A few shots were of his ass, seeing how the white fabric contrasted against his dark blue scales. Already she could picture his expression when he woke, priceless and riddled with shock. She tested the waters even more, smacking his ass; no response still, sleeping peacefully.
“Should have gone to bed on time, Jai~” she remarked, piggybacking him.
Then she got out the door, carrying his still undressed sleeping form, and headed out.
Nama, compared to Jai, was far more muscular and fit, and often, the two bonded in a strange yet cute way, with her treating him like a training weight when doing her exercise. This piggyback session was usually for her to do her usual ten mile run, ending in a sprint. Other times were her doing barbell lifts, with him also hanging on to do chin ups, resulting in them able to kiss each time they did a rep. But right now, Jai was still in deep sleep, unaware of being carried out as usual, undies on display to the general public. Nama grinned slyly, opting for a fifteen mile hike instead, so as not to wake him up mid run. Also, a hike to properly have the people see his butt in its full undieclad glory.
It went exactly as expected, with her going down the street and through the neighbourhoods. There was laughter from several people, mixed in with jeers from kids as she kept going at a steady pace. All the while, she sported a mischievous grin, walking on. The sight of Jargot were all too familiar to her, and she nodded and waved to each of the people that she passed, ready to answer the questions obviously in their minds. Cars zoomed by on the road, buses too, all getting the chance to gaze at her husband’s body.
“Nama, why is your husband in his underwear?”
“He’s still asleep, couldn’t be bothered to dress him.”
“Oh goodness, the white fabric makes it look like a diaper, hahaha!”
“Hey, he’s my baby~”
Some people who knew the two were absolutely entertained by the sight, and she even offered to let random people smack his defenseless behind. All the while, Jaikal slumbered on. Nama herself wouldn’t have minded if she could give his rear a nice swat, he after all, was one of the few males who had a nice behind, further brought out by his choice of underwear. Jai had stirred, but went back to his sleep, which was to be expected.
“It’s like you’re showing his ass off to the world.”
“He’s gonna kill you when he wakes, Nama.”
“I don’t know, hard for me to be scared of someone in just their underwear~”
The deeper they went in the city, the more laughter she heard as she hiked on. Some people obviously weren’t happy with the obscene display, and others were just weirded out as to why a female was carrying a naked male on her back. Eventually they had gone from their direct neighbourhood, to a slightly more populated area in the city, yet with him still happily snoring away. Nama had by then gone a few miles, and her distance tracker on her watch confirmed it, having already marched half of the planned distance. This was a good time to take five, and to change shirts, since the one she wore now was drenched in sweat. It was a quick change at the nearby public toilet, Nama switching shirts and folding the grimy one and packing it in her backpack. Her front and back were shiny with sweat, and she could see it forming in small rivulets down her torso and abs. She was sure Jai would be alright on a bench, plus, it would give people some eye candy as they walked on. As she finished and emerged, she had other plans in mind of what to do with her sleeping husband.
And the day had only just begun...
Jaikal yawned, stretching as he turned. Had he accidentally fallen asleep? He must have. Last he remembered he was scaling some ruins in the game. Or maybe he was farming, he couldn’t remember, his hand fumbling about to grab his phone. Except this wasn’t the couch, it was a hard floor. Not like the cushions. The light shining in his eyes was way too bright for his room. Wait. This wasn’t his room. This wasn’t the house. Where was he. What happened!
He sat up, eyes still unadjusted to the bright fluorescent lights of the place. Wait, this was the gym. What was going on.
Still in his white briefs, he gasped at his nakedness, covering himself as the many gym goers had a chuckle.
“Sleeping Whitie’s finally woken up!” said one of them on the treadmill.
“Maybe he needs to stretch first, hahahaha~!”
In embarrassment, he backed away, partially biting his lip to check if it was some extremely vivid dream. Alas, no, it wasn’t a dream, it was in fact very real. So focused on his disbelief was he, that he jerked as he bumped against someone else behind him. Shit.
He turned, and saw Nama, grinning as she took a big gulp from her water bottle.
“N-nama! What is this?!”
“Mmm...You were fast asleep,” she answered after drinking up.”
“Where are my clothes, Nama, I’m naked!”
“I piggybacked you here without your clothes,” she replied, still with the same casual tone, as if nothing was wrong at all.
“Wait..-w-what?”
“Yeah, you slept through the whole hike, your friends had fun smacking your ass~”
Jaikal again reeled in shock, ears still detecting distant chuckles and comments about his nakedness. Nama herself was just wiping her sweat away, turning away to go to weights area.
“Wait, Nama, I need to get something to put on!”
She turned and suddenly yanked on the waistband of his undies, pulling the front up, giving him a familiar wedged feeling. Being this close to her, she had a natural intimidation, accentuated by her muscular frame and height, being extremely buff, and at least a head taller than him. He felt her hand shift to give a grope to his bulge.
“I think you’re enjoying this, aren’t you, modelling these new briefs of yours to everyone here~”
“Nnngh…..”
“You can stay in one corner if you want, or try to walk home in your underwear. I’m fine with either choice, big boy~”
Her words came as a whisper, making him shiver as his submissive started to show, with his face flushing red.
“Ahh...M-maybe…?”
She grinned and let go, turning to resume her workout.
All Jaikal could do now was look about, seeing every other person go on about their session within the gym. Thing is, he and Nama had come here every now and then, and had been familiar faces in the place as they did their separate workouts. To know that the acquaintances they had met were seeing him like this, feeling embarrassed barely described it. Yet Nama was right in some ways, unbeknownst to the many people about.
He obviously was red-faced at this whole ordeal, dignity vanishing as fast as Nama finished her water bottle. But a part of him enjoyed showing off, especially to her on their many nights behind the closed doors of their bedroom at home. To display himself for her amusement and entertainment, giving her quite the sight. She liked it too, even now as she did her intensity workout, eyes on his ass as he just hung close her. Now was her chance, her tail swung and smacked his rear again, watching his asscheek jiggle in response.
“Gnn!”
He turned around, and she resumed her reps, her face stuck in her usual focused expression to play off the ‘ignorant’ role. Jai knew though, and blushed.
“Haha!”
Jai then felt his waistband tugged up high, lifting him off the ground. Pain. Burning pain. Fiery. All in his loins as he squealed. The entire gym roared with laughter, one of the gym users effectively using him as a weight, doing several bicep curls. The poor midnight blue Snakari was unsure which hurt more, being pulled up and lifted, or the going down part where gravity acted on his and his waistband. His balls, the poor things. Did he still have them? Maybe not, considering how his squeals were a few octaves above his normal voice pitch. The pain had lessened to a dull throb, but the agony was all the same, with him trying to insert his fingers beneath the seat of his briefs to transfer the pain to his hands.
“Awww….come on Zidolu, let my husband go. If I plan to have children, you might prevent that for good~”
“Fine, but this idea is super fuckin’ funny, wedgie curls for the gym.”
The audience watching burst into laughter again, as Jai collapsed and gave a whine of pain, like the sound of a balloon slowly losing its air. He wanted to get up, but he was sure he wouldn’t be able to walk right. The carpet was fine, he was content with lying on it, undies still visible for all to see. He just wanted to lay there, and wait out this pain to die off. To finally fade away and never come back.
Then he felt himself carried, and piggybacked once more, seeing scales of a familiar shade of brown. He then wrapped his arms round her, letting her carry him.
“C’mon Jai, let’s go~”
“See you next week, Nama!” Zidolu said.
“You too, I wanna do pyramids the next time.”
She exited the gym, smiling as they took the long hike back home.
Much to his surprise, he had fallen asleep again during the hike back, only waking up when she laid him down on the toilet as she turned on the shower.
He woke with a jerk, looking about again, only seeing the near naked form of his wife, clad in bright orange panties that sported dark stains of sweat from her exercise session. She pulled those down as well, now truly nude before him, and grinning wider than usual. With her whole body in this lighting, her muscles were shown very clearly, looking like those on ancient statues. He could make out the various tattoos she had on her body, from the twin serpentine dragons circling each bicep, to the star put directly over her heart. She had checked herself out in the mirror, giving some flexes, looking like those professionals by the side of the gym they had just gone to. At the back of his mind, Jai was more than certain she could crush his head just by pressing her legs together, the idea scared him, yet aroused him at the same time, being with someone far more masculine than him, and yet loved him all the same. She then turned, making him realize he had been staring at her body for the past few minutes. He blushed, and the two exchanged knowing glances.
“Well? Take those briefs off, let’s shower up~”
She kissed him, doing the job herself and hastily getting the blue Snakari nude. Sleepiness was unceremoniously kicked out the window as he returned it, hugging her back. Her body was cold and wet to the touch from sweat, but he could care less about it, embracing her even in the moment of passion.
With that, she carried him again, and headed into the shower.
Editor’s Note
Although the Snakari are all a single alien species, there are based on real-world snakes, and therefore, have many subspecies/races within. This story here very much serves as a visual example of it.
Nama is of the Contraz race, the largest of the Snakari races, known for their sheer size in both height and muscle mass and for the immense physical strength. They are based on the large constrictors of the real world, such as pythons, anacondas and boas.
Jai is of the Sertis race, one of the more common races of Snakari, known for their smaller sizes and leaner bodies, but excellent perception and eyesight. They are based on common garden snakes.
Some of the the other Snakari races include the Rattasa, or rattle-tails, so named as they are based upon rattlesnakes, the Seakan, based upon water and sea snakes, and the Primis, the regal race based upon cobras that also make up the majority of the wealthy class and government of the Empire, including the royal family itself.
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