Posted on 2020-07-17 08:44:27
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There's a medium-length story that goes along with this, from the source link. The gist is that the rabbit is cross-dressing and walking at night when this naga comes along and hypnotizes him. The rabbit turns the tables once the snake sees he's a male, hypnotizing the naga.

A cold night, Jacky observed with a sigh. The temperature leveled out to a normal cool, but for Jacky the coolness and the occasional gusts lifting up “her” skirt robbed the bunny of all natural warmth. It was a cheer leading outfit he wore while on the way to a friend's party. Thinking he could save money, he asked the taxi to let him off a few blocks, within walking distance of the place. It might have taken... twenty minutes to get there.

“Well, it's a good thing the kids are in after curfew,” he said aloud. His voice relieved that muddy silence and tap of his paws on concrete. The hanging street lights caught his attention. With nothing else to do but put one foot in front of the other, watching the lights in perfect intervals seemed the best of any things to do when you're bored and walking. Over-grown lots that didn't get sold dotted here and there down the way. It caused Jacky to devote full attention to them. Their dark voids existed within the heavy brushes, deeper darkness where the lights couldn't reach down due to heavy branches and wide leaves towering above the areas. “What a mess.” Jacky shook his head in disapproval at the cities minimal effort. Chain link blocked, barely contained the shaggy lots full of darkness, mystery and who knows what else.

Just when Jacky thought he made it pass the area something crept around in the darkest part of those weeds and bushes. The plant life woke and rattled with its gentle chorus while whatever, something big, tried escaping the little forest of shadows. The jack rabbit swung around, a paranoid chord striking at his heart as well as a fearful one. Heart beating, his blood ran cold at what predator-minded persons or things may be hiding on Halloween night, out in that dense overgrowth. Something finally emerged. A silhouette lurked behind the chain link fence, but it had no folding back a weak corner and ducking under. Long strands of hair hung with its posture.

It was a relief just to see who it was, at first. The naga came fully into view under the street lamp's glow. His body was taller than Jacky, obviously. It had long hair and a light color tan on its scales. The lack of clothing, generally a bit typical among certain reptilian species (thanks to their internal… workings), indicated the serpent was quite fit for his kind… with a defined chest and stomach. The initial appearance did give a rise of worry in the rabbit due to the prey-like species, the appearance of the snake did pique an interest in him.

“I have pepper spray,” Jacky whispered and poised as if reaching for something. The bluff was the only weapon in his arsenal; an outfit like his was too skimpy to really conceal any protection.

The next few seconds though… came too quickly for the rabbit to react.

That long tail swiveled, the body swayed, and the naga diminished the distance between them without warning or even much effort… the only suggestion of movement was a soothing grind along the pavement. It was fast, and by the time Jacky yelped out a cry the tail had coiled over his feet, around the ankles and piled thick up to the thighs, jutting the ridge of that cheer leader's skirt. The scales felt almost wet against his fur, but the warmth of closeness became easy to accept. The rabbit melted a little at the mere touch. His body, below the waist, now felt alight with gentle flames of arousal all licking and teasing up under his cheer leader uniform.

“Cheer leaders are not supposed to be so threatening. Cheer leaders are... cheery, aren't they,” the naga looked down with harmless, gentle eyes. The naga and rabbit stood on the pavement like that… close enough for Jacky to smell the lingerin’ scent of the naga. The serpent gave a soft smile… tongue flickering out… perhaps to taste the scent of his ‘catch’.. The naga seemed to pay no heed to personal space… a real creeper. Though he also did not seem to hint whether he figured the rabbit was a male and not a female. The long tendrils of brown soft hair covering his scaly head did not even obscure the red eyes that filled with mischief and glee. The exact color was immediately hard to determine for Jacky; a mix of rose and crimson, he wondered. It suddenly became a mystery. The naga rose back up on its coil, but the snout and… those crimson eyes stayed in place, drawing the rabbit's unsure and awe-inspired attention along. Jacky was unable to quite understand what was happening… it had suddenly become hard to think while gazing into those eyes. What was… I supposed to be doing? he thought to himself with his brow furrowing. The ruby jewels, he was sure “Rubies” was the best description for those eyes... began to rise and fall…. Taking note of the supple body caught within the scaly coils of the owner. They lingered down where the flat chest of the rabbit was accentuated by the jacket's insulation. A fur tuft was exposed between the jacket flaps, and the naga’s gaze seemed to linger there where, the rabbit figured, it “might” be easy for a man to catch a side-boob if closely paid attention to (if the wearer of such clothing was indeed a female.)

Jacky played with the idea of being a female in this circumstance. The presence of the snake… for some reason… made him feel quite into the role.

The naga's tail slid along Jacky's inner thigh, trying to tease the rabbit. He looked down and back up at the reptile, who only smiled and said, “Don't worry. I won't. I'm a gentleman. Swear...” He held up a hand tipped with claws at every finger. The jack rabbit found his voice, then, a clever smile appearing.

“Hmm, what to say to a large looming figure creeping out of the bushes... and wrapping up others against their will,” he said unimpressed. He played the part of the female with his voice’s pitch rising. He was quite good at doing impressions thanks to his vocal cords… he had on occasion played female roles back in school plays.

“Trick or Treat would be appropriate.”

“I'm not a treat, nor am I your trick. It's only mace this year, and Warning, may cause cavities in the eyes if I aim just right.” This made the naga chuckle a little.

“I'm not trying to scare you, beautiful. I was relaxing in the bushes. It's been a long day, but then I saw you and had this idea that you might like talking to me. Do you... need company? I mean, if I was up front and persistent, a little...” The naga’s word demeanor suggested that he was a bit anxious… but his words flowed without much discomfort or hesitation. He wiggled his body in gestures while speaking; all the while getting the coil wrapped higher and wound up more tightly.

“To break that down: you live in a lot and you're wanting to get with me. Don't get me wrong, I waited my whole life to settle down with a homeless guy... homeless turn me on so much,” Jacky said with dripping sarcasm. “And I think you really got what it takes.” The rabbit brushed skeptical, condescending eyes over the snake body.

“You're funny.” The naga smiled with a light hiss. Perhaps a hint of annoyance being heard with the lingerin’ tongue-flick

“And armed with mace,” Jacky reminded, still. It was hard hiding the fast heart rate. Something about the eyes made his quick wit and awareness slip. He became worried that the snake’s tongue might pick up on that sense of anxierty.

“That doesn't work on me,” the naga pointed at his eyes, their red color almost more vibrant than Jacky remembered.

“No such thing.” Jack argued when he meant to use more sarcasm. He shook his head, blinked, and the rubies flashed and shone into his eyes.

“Oh, there is, see?” The rabbit, about to argue and voice his protest, except the reptile snapped his fingers in a sudden phlitk, and said, “Sleep... Let me finish.” The voice was calm. All that sudden fear, then the soothing sound of the naga helped the rabbit listen. In fact, Jacky wasn't even sure why he was letting him have a word out. “There are special contacts that get in the way. You can tell, see?” He pointed. “Look closely. They have a tale-tale sign that gives them away. They have a special... ability. When a pretty girl comes by, they get big and red, and all that red just... drips inside. Red falls so deep, feeling it bringing you closer and deeper. Girls don't ignore the red. Girl sees red, and it's all girl sees. When there's something so brilliant, no one looks away from bright, shining rubies... pretty and empty rubies. Beautiful to be... so empty. Now, you... you are so empty, girl.”

The naga put his hand on Jacky, resting them in just the right suggestive places. One slid on to the hip, thumb tracing on the inside of that skirt's waistband. The other hand kept a soothing touch and hold on Jacky's chin and neck. There was something subduing about the touch, the graceful fingers and claws warming the sensitive area. Under the skirt, unnoticed by either, the rabbit's hard shaft was coming close to brushing against a specific swell, happening under a certain reptile's vent. It also helped keep him from just fully indulging in that endless red gaze.

“Girls love this color. See? Look deeper... And fall within them. They are so warmth. Girls love the warmth beauty can bring. Nothing seems more beautiful than... a sweet taste of a male. You feel that? It's that need. Males need to be pleased, and girls have perfect, soft... gentle and warm lips...” The naga was in the midst of breathing on Jacky's parted lips, still connected with the rabbit's awe-struck eyes. Their whites beamed in a dull, clueless lust. “It's a girl's place. Don't you think?” The naga's suggestion coupled with a little force from the hand on his chin, made Jacky nod along in agreement. It was an honest answer because right then he agreed a girl should be sucking him off. It felt right. The long hair on the reptile was quite close to a female. The body and the vent, the image of the reptile conjured so much pleasure and this need for being sucked. The need was so bad the rabbit already knew how to get this close-to-female reptile do the deed.

“Yess.... girl's suck cock...” Jacky finally said after a long period of mindless attention.

“Mhmm, a girl can be so pleased by servicing a powerful... attractive male, like-”

“Like me,” said Jacky, eyes suddenly blinking and rejoining with clear thought… and a grin slowly creeping along his face. “Look down, and tell me you're not a girl, now.”

“W-what? Wait, I... Why...” The naga felt a shot of panic when the rabbit dipped out of the trance. At first, he thought there would be yelling, protests; this never happened before what went wrong? It disengaged him from the concentration needed for that ensnarement that he grew so used to, so fond of. The whole experience had gotten a bit exhausting in trying to lead the rabbit into a perfect trance, and when he searched down to make sense of what the rabbit said... the discovery seemed to just blank his thoughts in surprise.

Pointing right at his vent, a long fleshy dick stood at full attention. All that rubbing, his coil touched it many times without every knowing. Those weren't feminine lips but the contours of a bunny's ball sac. His coil moved a little to get away, but it ended up rubbing those balls a little more, bringing a long and vibrant sigh from the rabbit. The shock was too much that he couldn't pull his gaze off the bunny cock.

Jacky spoke swiftly but evenly, perfect in emulating the same experience the naga just put him through.

“Peaceful. Nothing's more peaceful than watching my cock, girl. Watch and sink. Slip and slither down, closer. Good. Nothing's more peaceful. Watch and slip. Sink to my cock. Girl's slither and sink to my cock, like you. Don't look away, girl. You're staring so intently. You wish to stare longer... harder... deeper. That's it, girl. Be a good girl and get a closer look at my fat cock. Love it, like your lips to it. Warm and beautiful, just how girls, like you, like them. Further, deeper, longerrr... ooh, that's right. It's like having it in your mouth... mmm... feels like, ohh, feels just like someone's got a hold on your.... sensitive mind. It's so sensitive, like a cock in my hands, except it's your mind. Feel me stroke it. Every word, I speak, I stroke your mind. Feel me stroke, pleasure in every word, stroking your mind, good girl. Keep sucking, and keep feeling me... stroke your mind.”

Jacky sat in the big round loop of naga coil after so much repositioning. The naga slithered, crept as if lurking in bushes, to the whole song of Jacky's voice. His words charmed that snake, and now, the reptile's lips wrapped and suckled on the firm, thick bit of flesh. The naga's cock rested in Jacky's paw, as they stroked his “mind” closer and closer to the edge. They didn't bother moving from the pavement at that dead hour, even on Halloween. It felt too good with a mindless, silent and obedient naga firmly latching its lips on his cock.

“Girl's like parties. You know you want to follow a nice strong and attractive man like me to a party don't you girl?”

“Mmm...mhmm...” the naga's head bobbed in agreement, up and down.

The bunny merely smiles, hand still squeezing along the naga’s ‘mind’. It seemed fitting in this reversal of roles. A youthful man dressed in clothing seen as feminine followed by a naga that now thought he was a charmed gal. Perhaps though he’d have to quickly stop by home to get the naga properly dressed for the occasion And, if he was lucky and found one of his old costumes… a jock bunny and a cheerleader naga would be showing up to the party tonight.

He felt no need to rush though. Tonight was a night of excitement it seemed.