The Nagawah’s Guest
By Limewah
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Blu had never seen it coming. One moment, he was wandering through the jungle with uncertain, careful tread, and then all of a sudden he was staring into two tunnels of pretty light. He couldn’t take his eyes off them, even though he very briefly tried to. But they were just so nice to look at, and how could something so nice be bad for him? He saw a smile underneath those eyes, glimmering in the darkness, but didn’t really mind how sinister it looked. It asked him things, and he responded to them without minding the interested little chuckles and giggles that responded to each answer.
In fact, he didn’t mind anything at all when his mind went snap and he shot upright, perfectly still and perfectly happy. 

The ebony-scaled coil around the green bird’s neck wasn’t too tight. Tight enough to hold him secure and lift him, but not so much that it completely restricted his breathing. It only did so a little. It helped that there were other coils drizzled and draped around him, keeping him steady and still as he was lifted up, slowly and inexorably into the treetops above. His eyes spun with rings of purple and gold, and his expression was a textbook example of perfect, mindless serenity. He was totally helpless, oblivious to any danger ahead, or rather, above him.

At least the one who had put him in this state didn’t have any ill intentions.
Insofar as that they didn’t plan on eating him, anyway. The strange creature waiting for him with hungry eyes at the top of that tree had a different sort of primal desire. A slightly sadistic sense of mischief, with a dusting of lust. 
As the coils lifted them up, the first thing that the mesmerised bird would see was the big, familiar stomach of the naga’s ‘upper half’ - resembling that of a red panda, with russet fur, white and brown markings on the face, and a long, billowing cascade of hair. Their eyes weren’t swirling hypnotically at that moment; not much need for it, seeing as the bird was already blissed out.
“Why are you called Blu, if you’ve got green feathers?” the naga mused, knowing they weren’t going to get an answer. “Anyway.”
Turning the parcelled bird around and around in their coils, the naga-wah hemmed and hawwed.
“What to do with you now, what to do…”
They stopped for a moment, their sapphire eyes shooting wide as their coils touched against something unexpectedly hard.
“Huh? Oh~?” the naga wah slithered closer, arms behind their back as they inspected the firmness between two loops of coil. “Looks like someone’s enjoying themself, huh? Excsssellent.”
“Mm…” Blu grunted very softly, his smile not fading, even though his eyes had slipped closed by now.
“So, my eyes gave you a ssstiffie, huh~?” The naga’s forked tongue licked at their lips as they eased their coils up to let the shaft flop out into view and ooze a little pre-come down the shining black scales. “Falling into a trance feels good, doesn’t it>? That’s great~ means I get to have even more fun with you…”

The cock vanished into the coils again, but they stroked and rubbed back and forth, sort of rocking the shaft from side to side as though slowly towelling it dry. Blu’s smile vanished, and his beak fell open to let out a breathy, needful moan.
“Oooh~” the pandanaga moved up to eye level with the bird, resting their elbows on the top coils, and their cheeks on their knuckles. “You’ve got a cute moan, d’ya know that?”
“Thaaankyou…” Blu sighed, sleepily.
“So polite, too~!” the panda practically squealed, clapping their hands together and giving a scritch under his beak. “I’m gonna enjoy fucking with you. For starters…”

They squeezed Blu tightly again, enough to make him squawk and force his eyes open.
The colours were waiting for him already, not allowing him any time to realise where he was before he fell right back into bliss once again. The colours ebbed and pulsed through his eyes once more, and he smiled like he was smiling at a long forgotten friend. When the panda-naga swayed from side to side, Blu followed. When the naga traced little figure 8s in the air with their nose, Blu swayed with them, eyelids drooping, then fluttering. When his cock got squeezed and massaged, he whimpered and crooned with un-hideable pleasure. 
“Mmmh… you getting close?” the panda asked with a mischievous grin. “Already? I guess my coils and my eyes put you on the edge already. Or you’ve been pent up for a while…~ let’s fix that.”
The naga pressed their forehead against Blu’s, clamping their paws on either side of their face to ensure the only thing he could see was those thick, fat rings of hypnotic purple and yellow. At that close proximity, Blu’s eyes crossed, and the two eyes in his vision blended together into one swirling smear, overwhelming his brain until… until…!

Just when he was about to cry out, the naga put a paw over his beak to keep it closed, containing and muffling the climactic moans as seed spurted and oozed its way down, shining white against the dark coils. With each throb, the naga gave him a helpful squeeze, causing each orgasmic burst to hit him even more powerfully than before.
He was gone - solid gone - by the time his orgasm petered out, lolling back with an open beak like he’d just died and went to heaven.
Content with their handiwork, the naga pulled the coils back, smacking their lips as they prepared to get to work. After all, they had to clean up the mess the songbird had made, and they could use a little snack before they got some sleep.

Blu faintly felt warm fuzz drape over his body, a muzzle nibbling at his neck, and eventually some soft snoring. But that was only in brief fits of consciousness, that would not be remembered at all. The hypnotism and the orgasm ensured that he wasn’t going to wake till morning.

The sunlight hitting his face did it, though. The coils had relaxed from around him a little, but the naga was snoring away next to him, their chubby cheek pressed against his plumage. 
“Nnnrzhrz.” they mumbled.
Blu swallowed and shifted, trying to see if he could gradually work himself free. At least he didn’t have a fear of heights… he could just glide back down to the jungle floor and sneak off. He slowly lifted one wing up out of the lengths of coils, carefully pushing them aside. They were firm and squishy like bread dough, with a fair bit of pudge on them.
His first arm was freed… then the other one. The bird tried to slowly, stealthily shrug the panda’s face off his shoulder, only to find the warm soft arms wrapping around him more tightly, and for the naga to murmur.
“G’mooorning~” they sing-songed, their voice a little bit hoarse and froggy. 
“G-good morning?” Blu said. “I uh… need to get a bit of air, could you…?”
“Nuh-uh.” the panda squeezed tighter, and opened their eyes. “You’re not goin’ anywhere… you promised me you’d stay for a while, didn’t you?”
“Uh…” did he? He couldn’t remember. Maybe bluffing would be a good idea. “Yeah, true, I just need to-”
“You forgot!” the panda pouted, grabbing under Blu’s beak and turning to make him look… into the pools once again. “Poor thing. Let me remind you again…”
“Unnnhn…” Blu couldn’t get his eyes closed in time, and quivered as the coils cinched tight around him again.  
“I was telling you all night - I mean, we’ve been spending so much time together, I’m surprised you forgot. How long have we been together, now? Do you remember…?”
Blu didn’t know the answer. He searched the pretty ripples for it.
“Uhh… uhhhh…” 
“It’s okay, take your time silly.” The naga gave the bird a smooch on the tip of his beak, and waited patiently, their eyes pulsing languidly.

“Two… weeks…?”
“Two weeks, yes!” The panda said with a smile. “Definitely not just one night. And you’ve loved every second of it, haven’t you? Spending time with your new buddy~”
“Buddy….” Blu groaned, eyelids fluttering. “Budddyyyy~!”
His eyes rolled upwards, overwhelmed by the rings of colour, teetering on the edge of what felt like a mental climax. The switch was flicked in his head, and he suddenly went firm again, legs shooting out stiff from the bottom of the coiled loops around him. Eyes spinning like mad, he stared into space with that same dopey smile.
“You were rock hard the second I started doing that…” the panda cooed. “Knew you were into me~ okay. Now that we’ve established you’ve been with me for two weeks… what else can I make you believe…”
Blu was silent, too deep to respond.
“It dependssss on what my guest seems to be into, usually. Sometimes I let ‘em resst against my tummy a bunch until they can’t have a good night’s ssssleep unless they’re against me, or make them imagine I’m eating them, if that’sss their thing. For you, though…”

Their coils had unwound from around Blu’s lower half, just enough to let his dick stick out in the open. 
“Look at me.” the naga commanded. Blu did so, staring into the deep blue eyes. They looked serious all of a sudden. But Blu didn’t mind.
“Cum.” the panda said. “Cum for me. Cum.”
Blu nodded and guided his hand towards his cock, only to find the coils squeeze-pinning it against his chest.
“Ah ah ah. I didn’t say touch, did I~?” the wry smile returned. “I said Cum.”
Blu couldn’t cum that easily… but he really wanted to please the nice snake-wah with the nice eyes. So he made his hard dick twitch with each command. Trying desperately to satisfy the ‘request.
“Cum,” the naga said, pulsing a ring of purple through their eyes. “Cum.” a yellow one came next. “Cum. Cum. Cum.”
Blu kept throbbing and staring, watching those colours pulse, giving him a little thrill of pleasure each time. 
“Cum. Cum.” the only word that left the hypnotist’s muzzle was that insistent command. With each pulsing repetition, Blu made his cock pulse. Desperate to do what was asked of him, and growing vaguely frustrated that it just wasn’t happening. He felt as though he could not get any more aroused, his dick already so hard and tender… so close to climax, and yet unable to make that last little push.
But he did not give up, even when the naga cleared their throat and lifted him up, slowly guiding the pair down to the forest floor.
They didn’t stop their repetitive command even as they slithered with him to a nearby watering hole so they could hydrate their tired-out throat.
The more he throbbed, the more the colours pulsed, the closer Blu got to pushing past that plateau, and doing just as the nice naga-panda commanded
All the while, each pulse, each ‘Cum’, soon began to feel like a mini climax in its own right. If he pictured each command as one that he was able to obey, if he treated each throb as if he was cumming, then soon, he might….

“Ah, I’m bored.” 
The eyes vanished, as did the naga’s head. And before he could process what the naga’s plan was, he was buried crotch-deep in something warm and wet, with something thin and dextrous stroking and milking his shaft. 
He came three seconds later, emptying himself down the naga’s ever-impatient throat, letting out loud, full-throated cries of pleasure this time. An even stronger, more productive climax than the last time, one that the hypnotic serpent-creature drank down every drop of. He was practically bent over backwards, tongue lolling out of his open beak. 
“Mmmmlm.” With one last hungry gulp, the panda pulled back, wiping their lips on their forearm. “I’ll get you there eventually. Hffh. Okay.”
They unfurled Blu and deposited them on the jungle floor, looking down at them with folded arms.
“Unnh…?” The green bird was still dealing with the afterglow.
“Well?”
“Well… what?”
Pulse pulse pulse. “Aren’t you gonna go find us breakfast like you usually do? Like you’ve done ever since you met me?”
“Uh…” the rings pulsed through Blu’s eyes, and he nodded, instantly accepting it alongside the earlier conditioning. “Yeah, of course…”
“Make sure to bring a few extra big mangos for me,” the naga said, rubbing their thick, growling stomach. “Making you cum really worked up an appetite.”
Blu grimaced sympathetically. “Sorry…”
“Don’t be,” the naga-wah waved it off with a wink and a smirk. “Just get me something nice, and I’ll forgive you.”
Blu set off to seek out some food for his naga friend. It was the least he could do after the long hospitable stay they’d offered him. 
…he did know where the nearest mango trees were, right?
He had to. He’d been here two weeks. He should know that by now.
He’d probably have to ask for help, as much as it embarrassed him… his host was always forgiving, though.
And they had such nice eyes.

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