A Snug Little Throuple
By Limewah
Trade for Razz/BoxIdle	
18+

Razz doubled over and barked out two short sharp coughs. His lungs felt like they were full of hot steam. His fur was puffed and frizzed out, coaxed by the constant oppressive humidity. The other fox and the bearded dragon just a little ahead of him were having absolutely no trouble. It made sense for Pirs - cold blooded types like him were made for warm places like this jungle. 

But Mouche? How was he able to keep his composure? How could he even see through his glasses? Why was he the only one who was having a frankly fucking miserable time?
Well. No. It wasn’t all miserable. It was just miserable right now.

Razz was grateful for the trip. He really was. His other partners had pooled up a ridiculous amount of savings to surprise him for a birthday gift - a month-long package holiday. It promised tropical jungles, gorgeous beaches, spa getaways, and the wonders of nature. Or something like that. Razz didn’t remember what it said on the brochure.

They’d started inland and were working their way towards the coast, travelling on rickety buses or rattling trains, staying in the arse-end of nowhere with no phone reception or the majority of their settled creature comforts. But it had been a lot of fun, once the internet withdrawal had worn off.
Razz, honestly, was looking forward to the beaches. He was getting a little sick of the jungle. He wanted to stay in a nice spa, get a massage… no saunas, though. He’d had more than his fair share of those by now.
“Gimme a second,” he said, sitting down on a rock and hoisting his backpack onto his lap. “J…just… hhfh.”
He fished around in the mountain of water bottles inside, looking for the one at the bottom; the one that would have retained most of its chill from when they last stocked up. 
It wasn’t exactly ice cold, but it was enough. He had to resist the urge to take more than two big gulps. The cool water brought with it a feeling of comfort and contentment, giving him just that little tiny bit more energy to work with.
He gasped, tongue lolling free from his mouth,looking for the backs of his boyfriends’ heads.

He couldn’t see them. He could hear the crunch and snap of their boots against the jungle floor not too far ahead, though. They were talking, their voices a bit too indistinct for him to hear.
“Hey-!”
His call-out was cut off by something cool and smooth pushing against his throat. It wrapped around him and squeezed rightly, forcing him to swallow his words again. Instinctively, he reached up to grasp at that rope, only to find another loop wrapping around his shoulders and pinning his arms against his chest, so tightly that his fingers spasmed. Whatever was holding the ropes went taut, and he was pulled forward, face first into the soft dirt. 
He tried to open his mouth, but a thin, dextrous tail wrapped tightly around his snout like a muzzle.
“Ah-ah-ah…”
The cool, scaly muscles squeezed tighter. Another coil had slid around his soft middle, just under his ribcage, and it squeezed inwards, compressing his stomach like a stress ball and forcing more air from his throat. 
The fox’s nostrils were doing all the breathing work, frantically trying to take as much air as he could. But just as he was about to get some precious oxygen, the coils squeezed again, and his air was forced back out the way it came.
He wriggled and thrashed - more out of instinct than anything else. His fight-or-flight urges were in overdrive, his resistance perfunctory and useless. The snake’s coils squeezed him tighter still each time, like a child playing roughly with a new toy. Razz could feel his flesh bulging and his chest tightening. 
Each time the air was squeezed out of him, the thoughts got squeezed out too - his mind went on pause, his awareness, for a moment, compressed inwards to focus on the compression around his throat and his inability to breathe. It wasn’t just painful or frightening… there was a small, yet growing note of pleasure to the breathlessness with each squeeze. His squirming was still frantic. But he couldn’t stop a certain firmness between his legs from pressing against the smooth scales.
“Mmhmm… well, now~”
The voice was at Razz’s ear. A soft, stealthy whisper, the voice so mellow and teasing, making his brain tingle and shiver. Razz would have moaned, but he could only choke.
“It sssseemsss sssomeone is having more fun than they would like to admit…”
… Was the snake actually speaking? Or was oxygen deprivation making him hallucinate? He kept staring back at the snake, pupils dilated with panic.
“Come on…” the snake repeated, clearer than before. “Anssswer now…” 
He was not hallucinating. It was talking to him.
Razz tried to shake his head. But the tail was keeping him still. He could only follow the green-brown, shining head of the snake with his eyes, and his captor was not making it easy for him. It moved its muzzle to Razz’s other ear, coils slithering and kneading along his soft middle. 

“Ssso plump… ssso tender… those two mussst feed you well, hmm?”
“Mmnglk-!” If Razz were able to speak, he wouldn’t have dignified the snake with an answer. He just listened, and rationed his breath, even as his vision was swimming and the lack of breath was making his head tingle with delicious vertigo.
His eyelids rolled up into his head for a moment, and his toes curled, a strained choke puffing from his throat. His lungs were starting to burn now, deflated and deprived. His vision blurred and smeared. The snake seemed to be blinking in and out of existence, appearing to his left, to his right, above, faster than the eye could see.
…or he was intermittently blacking out.

The coils suddenly released, and air stung his lungs as it rushed back into him with a wheeze. A loop of coils covered his snout - only enough to mask the wheeze, but mercifully allowing some air in.
“I had you there, didn’t I…?” the snake giggled, dipping his head forward until he was forehead to forehead with the dazed, terrified fox. “You thought you were dead… my nexssst meal. Didn’t you?”
Razz simply stared, his stomach rising and falling with the speed of a hyperventilating bird. His eyes darted in the direction of his two lovers. No sign of them anymore. They couldn’t have just… wandered off without him?
“Well, maybe you can be.” the snake grinned wickedly, his emerald green eyes sparkling with sadistic intent.
As Razz’s vision began to clear he could see that the snake was a very pale, mottled brown. No wonder he was so easily able to blend in, and sneak up on him.
The anaconda slid past Razz’s shoulder, and looped back around again until he was cheek to cheek with the fox. Squeezing his soft middle intermittently with little pulsing presses. Razz squeaked out another couple of breaths, here and there, but was still feeling the hypoxic daze that came with blacking out rapidly. It was like coming off a particularly exhilarating roller-coaster.
More pleasant than Razz wanted to admit.

“For now,” the snake said, “I’m going to sssteal your warmth. It’sss chilly today.” His tail tip tickled under Razz’ chin before slowly tracing down his snout to his throat, and the coils squeezed him tighter as they rolled him around and pulled him up into a sitting position.
“I-is it that cold-!” Razz gurgled, before another whip-quick throat-squeeze cut him off.
“Shhshhshh.” the snake chided him. “No talking. We don’t want your friends coming back, now do we? Or, well, I don’t I sssuppose.”
“Nnh?” 
“After all… we’ve only jussst ssstarted to get to know each other.”

The coil pressing between his legs drew attention to Razz’s arousal. 
Where had that erection come from? For a moment, Razz was shocked by his body betraying him like this… but to be fair, having a few experiences with Pir (consensually)  wrapping his scaly hands around his throat had probably trained that response in.
The snake seemed delighted.
“Ohhh, delightful~!” he nuzzled his snout against Razz’s ear. “I’m ssso glad you’re enjoying the entertainment so far.”
To further labour that point, the snake slid his smooth soft scales against that erection, rubbing up and down with a torturously slow, toe-curlingly firm rhythm. 
“F-ffhgk…” Razz choked, eyes rolling up into his head.
“Relaxssss…” the snake continued, his tail fluttering and tickling the inside of Razz’s ear. He was hard as a rock now, and the dancing tongue really wasn’t helping things at all.
“Jusssst relaxsssss~” the snake repeated, elongating the sibilance even further this time. The resonance penetrated right to the centre of the fox’s head. The smooth coils slid and rocked back and forth, gently jostling him like a boat on a calm lake.
It was beginning to feel a lot more comfortable.
Even with the odd squeeze that forced breath from his torso. Pushing his inside together, squeezing his rib cage in, constricting his lungs…
The relief when he was released again was narcotic. Especially paired with another repetition of the word ‘Relaxsssss’. 
It was easier to relax when the snake told him to. The snake had a nice voice, and his breathy hisses made his brain feel fizzy. Not to mention the coils suddenly felt… not warm, necessarily, but comfortable and dense like a nice comforter. His heat was transferring to the coils, making them come closer to matching his temperature. 
Each hiss seemed to erode a little more of Razz’s awareness of his surroundings, his sense of the world contracting down, down, into nothingness with each passing moment. The background noise of the jungle, the chirp and buzz of birds and insects, was gradually decreasing in volume, drifting away into nothingness.
Until the only thing Razz could hear was the creak and squish of his own body, his stifled breathing, and, of course…
“Relaxsssss….” 

Razz’s eyes were rolling up into his head. He was only just noticing that. Wasn’t he… doing something else a moment ago? Wasn’t he doing something with his… his…
“Relaxsssss…”
Something? Someone? It didn’t matter. He couldn’t remember. It wasn’t that important.
“Relaxssssssss…”
Nothing was more important than relaxing. He knew it. The snake knew it. The snake was so helpfully reminding him. What a nice snake. Razz felt so lucky to be looked after by such a nice host.
His eyes were fluttering, and he smiled in a daze, becoming less and less aware of the world around him. The scales were his world now. The squeeze was his life. It was all he needed, all he cared for.
He was content…
“SLEEP.”

The command caught Razz off guard, as did the sudden squeeze around his throat. But he didn’t see any reason not to follow the snake’s suggestion. No. Obey the command. He sank into the coils, falling through the earth and into an even deeper spiral of all-encompassing brown and green. The smooth tight scales swallowed him whole, his mind, his body and his soul. The sleepy pleasure hugged his body like quicksand, and though he could still breathe, he was suffocating in a sense. His brain snapped off. His body went limp, limper still.
Until…

He opened his eyes. 
He was wrapped in muscular scaled flesh still, he knew that much, but his head and his feet were poking out from both ends of the loops of coils. 
The air was colder, and just the slightest bit thinner. 
Underneath him, he could feel a rough wooden sensation against his inner thighs.

“Good nap?” 
The snake’s head was resting on top of Razz’s, giving him another squeeze. 
“Nn-nuh?” Razz said.
“That’sss a no? Awww.” The snake’s head moved, rolling off of his head and pushing the lips against the fox’s ear.
“I can help put you back to ssssssssssleeep.”

The tongue flitted against his ear, and it felt like it was penetrating straight through his head and going out the other side, tickling all the way. A lopsided grin spread across Razz’s face as his legs shot downward stiffly, and he let out thje sort of embarrassing noise he usually made when sandwiched between his two boyfriends.
Where… were they…?

It didn’t matter too much. He was too dizzy and conditioned to care. Sleep tugged at his eyelids, pulling them inexorably down, and he felt himself falling into the scaly abyss again.
Just when he was about to drop back into unconsciousness, though, a familiar voice - two, in fact - shook him from his stupor.

“Razz?”
“You there, Razz?”

It was Pirs and Mouche. Their voices and footsteps were getting closer and closer.
Oh yeah, he’d forgotten they existed. The coils and the nice snake had put them out of his mind. Silly him. He wanted to ask the nice snake a question about the two of them, but the snake did it for him.
“Want to sssay hello to them? There might be juuussst enough ssspace for them to sssnuggle in.”
Razz nodded dizzily. The coils unfurled from him slowly, until only a loop or two remained around his midsection. At his friend’s direction, the sleepy fox grabbed onto a dangling length of coils to brace himself as he was slowly lifted down to the ground. 
When his naked paws reached solid ground, he waved.
“Hiiiii…”

Two pairs of bespectacled eyes turned towards him. The hipster-y fox took the first move towards him.
“Razz! Oh god, thank goodness, we were so…”
“Uh… why’re you naked?” Pirs asked, confused and cautious. “Where’re your clothes?”

Razz leaned forward - yeah, his clothes were gone. Not to mention his dick was hard. 
“Don’t ya like the sight?” Razz slurred, rubbing the coils still draped over him. “It’ss really nice bein naked out here.”
The snake was whispering to him from the trees, telling him what to say, and he was repeating it easily, not even aware he was doing so.
The hissing came from above, quiet and subliminally subtle. Razz could feel it inside, though it passed to his subconscious. The closer the other two got to him, the more it would affect them. He beckoned.
“C’mon over, it’s really comfy up in thisss tree.”
“There’s a snake wrapped around you!” Mouche looked positively terrified, and his voice was raised. “How is that comfortable?”
“Well, you cn’ -glk!” his eyes bulged out for a moment as the tailtip squeezed his throat like a squeaky toy. When it released again, Razz giggled and gurgled, too dazed to continue to speak the snake’s prompts - for the moment.

Mouche looked up towards the tree-tops. “We’re getting you out of there. Let’s go!”
The fox and the dragon approached Razz, like they were on the attack.
It was probably because Mouche had more sensitive hearing, but he was the first to falter. His hands were wrapped around the loop of coils on Razz’s mid-section, but the grip only squeezed for a moment before it slackened.
His pupils were dilating, and little curling spirals of green were floating through them. Subtle at first, but then building in intensity.
“Razz, snap outta it!” Pirs was up on his tiptoes, shaking Razz by the shoulders. It wasn’t going to work, and Razz giggled at the futility of the action. The tail unwrapped from his throat and quested out slowly, like a flowering plant seeking light.
It was heading straight for Mouche’s slackening face.

“Do you… hear that?” Mouche asked, his ears flicking as he allowed the tail to slowly curl around his neck and give it a squeeze. “Llk-!”
“Hear wh…at?” Pirs finally picked it up, and his arms began to go limp, slowly sliding down Razz’s arms. Razz looked from boyfriend to boyfriend. Did he look this cute when they went under? Heads going slack, eyes going swirly?
“Ssssleeep…” Razz repeated the snake’s command without thinking. It got a reaction from the pair of them - a soft groan from Pirs, and a giggle from Mouche.
“Much better… much easier to ssslip into a nice, dreamy, drowsy sleep. Don’t you sssee how much easier it would be? For all of you? Ssstay a while. Ssstay with me…”

The pair nodded sleepily. Razz felt like nodding along too. So he did. The coils sort of pushed them closer. The pair of them were cool as always - Razz was the heater of the pair. They snuggled into his familiar warmth as another pair of coils wrapped around the three of them, bundling them together like firewood. The tail gave Mouche another throat-squeeze, before moving to do the same for Pirs. It was tender, and loving… until a sudden jerk and tuck made his eyes bulge and pulse with more green.

“Hee… you look silly…” Mouche snickered.
“Nnyehahg,” Pirs gurgled.
“So, boys.” The snake smirked, their head dipping in closer. “I think I’d like to get to know the three of you better… decide who’sss the first course…”
The three sets of eyes stared dopily back at the snake. The familiar temperatures and scents of his boyfriends’ bodies made Razz feel even more at ease than before. 
“Sssso. Which one of you’sss on top in thisss little dynamic?”
“Pirs…” Razz and Mouche mumbled in agreement.”
And Pirs is thisss one, right?” the snake dipped into Pirs’ field of vision, hissing long and slow to melt his brains some more. “Well then… I sssuppose we could use him to stuff and bassste the two of you…”
A pressing loop of coils between the lizard’s legs coaxed his cock to full-mast, and Pirs moaned with delirious delight.
“Get rid of those wrappingsss first.” the snake commanded, allowing his coils to relax just enough to allow the smaller fox and the lizard to strip down like their slightly pudgy partner. After some awkward shuffling and careless flinging, they were nice and naked. All of them stared with that serene swirl in their eyes.
Once that was done, their guiding muscles took their three morsels off into the darkness. Razz was so happy that his partners were here with him now, their familiar warmths and scents putting him even more at ease ; not that he needed easing, of course.

The snake worked Pirs’ cock a little more, until it was oozing little droplets of pre. 
“Now, which of you is firssst,” the snake mused, nudging and pushing the two foxes along until they were pressed up, back to back, ass-to-ass, against Pirs’ cock. The two sets of cheeks squished against the base of the thick meat, and Pirs moaned with dizzy satisfaction. Razz got the hint after a moment - he’d been under the nice snake’s control for longer. He pushed his hips right back, clenching his cheeks around the shaft, and his wagging tail brushed against the back of Mouche’s head, as if to tell him - “c’mon, let’s do it!”

After the third or fourth slow grind, the other fox began to join in too, rocking Pirs’ dick back and forth in their warm, soft grasp. They pushed his shaft to and fro, smothering it in a blanket of flesh, their puckers rubbing teasingly against the tip.
Even on his blank, swirly-eyed face, it was so clear how badly Pirs wanted to bury himself in the two of them.
“That’ssss it.” the snake said. “Work away, nicssse and ssslow… we need to make sure he’s as, hmmhmm.. Productive as possible. Whoever getsss filled by him getsss to fill the other…”
Razz wanted in. He pushed harder against Pirs, his weight and size pushing Mouche’s woozy body off balance. The nice snake kept him occupied, slowly sliding thick coils between the twink’s thighs, cradling his cock. As for Razz, he took his time grinding and coaxing out a lubricating gush of pre from Pirs’ rock hard dick. The sweaty humidity of the jungle was providing a little extra glide as well. And Razz was so relaxed, too… when he pushed down onto Pirs, he slid in so easily, guiding it right to his prostate. Razz mewled with delight, his tongue lolling out, his toes curling, and before long, the group adjusted to their familiar rhythms. 
Mouche was manipulated and guided by the snake, eased back until he pushed his tush against Razz’ hard dick. The big fox’s cock found its way inside, and Mouche’s lithe body writhed against him. Scales on one side, warm fur on the other… Razz was sandwiched between two familiarly delicious textures, and could not have been happier. Slipping into another trance was as easy as breathing in the scents of his lovers. 

In some ways, the snake was playing with his three guests in the way he might have played with toys. Mashing them together, guiding their hips, guiding their shafts from this hole to that one. Bodies and shapes sort of blended together before long, and the three were getting even more deeply intoxicated off the scent and taste of each other’s bodies - every inch of them. 
There was little chance of any of the three lovers escaping… not that any of them were in any state to mind.

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