PYTHON PERFUME 4
by Hypnosnake
Great, Tabitha Summers frowned as she walked into the building she not-so-affectionately called the Snake Pit. Why did I have to work fucking overtime?
She remembered when Terri asked her out earlier that evening. Terri had turned 26, and she and her friends were going out to a bar to celebrate and have a few drinks. Terri had invited Tabitha to join them. Tabitha would have loved to, but...
But nooooo, I had to be responsible, frowned Tabitha. She sighed.
Settle down, girl, she consoled herself. The snakes need you, and whether you like it or not, you need the snakes. Or at least the paycheck they provide. Besides, the zoo can't have a full complement of animals without the things.
As she washed her hands in the washroom, she looked at herself in the mirror. Wavy auburn hair, dazzling green eyes, high cheekbones, a body with full, high breasts and curvy, toned hips. She could have been a fashion model or something, probably get paid millions.
But nooooo, she thought again, I had to be stupid and get a real job. Sighing, she walked into the room where the snakes were kept.
Apparently there were some new snakes around. One was a cobra from India, and there were a boa constrictor from South America, and three pythons. One was a rock python from Africa, one was an Indian python, and the third...Tabitha read the label. SOUTHEAST ASIA, it read. No particular country, just Southeast Asia. Wonder why they weren't more specific? wondered Tabitha. It's as if they were in too much of a hurry to get the exact country. Oh, well.
She released the cobra into its habitat area, wearing arm-length snakeproof gloves. Tipping the cage a few inches off the ground, she gently shook it to release the cobra onto the floor of the lair. "Good boy," she said, throwing it a mouse.
Then she turned her attention to the other snakes. As she did, she became aware of a growing impatience, a tension, a frustration of some sort. She just wanted to get this job over and done with. Am I madder at myself about Terri than I thought? she wondered.
She lowered the Indian python into its respective lair, and did the same with the African. Each time the snakes were rewarded with mice. Finally she turned to the Southeast Asian mystery snake. That's an intriguing name for it, she said. The Southeast Asian Mystery Snake it is, then. Kind of like the Mexican Staring Frog of Southern Sri Lanka.*
As she bent down, she noticed that the snake didn't have the same reptilian jungle smell as the rest. This one smelled musky, like a fine cologne a man might wear. A real stud on the make, one that was really hot in bed, one that would...
Tabitha realized that the smell was making her horny. She now realized that her frustration was sexual in nature. A pheromone? But shouldn't it just affect other snakes? she wondered. Unless it's evolved this particular kind to deter predators, or to pacify prey, or to...to mate, to fuck real good, to...
Too late, Tabitha realized how powerful the pheromone was. As if that wasn't enough, the snake had left its cage through the opened door, and was now coiling around her left hip. The contact, as it slithered around her buttock and under her crotch, was incredibly stimulating. Tabitha just sat there, in a trance, feeling the wonderful arousal. She did nothing to resist the python's advances, even as it slipped under her sweater and circled around her waist and breasts. Slowly, the snake began to squeeze, its embrace like the hug of a lover. Tabitha's body tingled, and the tingles increased in intensity as she gasped from the combination of constriction and excitement. Suddenly lightning began to spark from her pussy and her breasts felt like they were exploding as she convulsed in the most incredible orgasm she had ever felt.
The orgasm at once cleared her mind, causing her to realize what was happening. But it was too late to resist. The coils were crushing her. She thought of Terri, whose offer she had turned down; of her supermodel career, which would never come to pass; of the snakes, who would need a new herpetologist to care for them; of her paycheck, which she would never receive. All she could do was give up, and return to her earlier pleasure. She thought of the snake's phallic shape, of the ultimate penis, of the cool smooth coils and the manly smell, of the way her breasts and pussy were being caressed and massaged, of Tom Cruise with bath oils, of...of...of...
Tabitha exploded again, every nerve in her beautiful body afire. She opened her mouth to scream but no sound came out, no air went in. All went black before her eyes...
Her last conscious thought was of the damned overtime. But nooooo, I had to be responsible.
THE END
*Copyright South Park
By Hypnosnake