The Boy and the Naga
“Ugh.” Dan groaned as he awoke from likely the least comfortable bed in his life; a wooden raft. After a brief period of dizziness, he regained enough sense to look around and take note of the gentle swashing of waves on his beached raft. To his front, there was ocean as vast as the horizon; its blue seemed to glitter beneath the noon sun. To his back, there was a beach stretching as far as the eye could see to either side, but gave way to a dense jungle with what appeared to be a mountain in the distance. Upon further examination, Dan could see thin lines of smoke to the far left of the mountain; and a small clearing the trees that gave way to a dirt road. Lacking any manner of provisions or tools, or even shoes, Dan shrugged at his limited options.
“Wha!” Dan gasped as his great adventure began with a face first collision with the sand. It was like he had tripped, but there didn’t seem to be anything he could have tripped on. He looked back at his legs and was startled by how they seemed less hairy than before, perhaps even a bit shorter. Brushing the sand off his face, Dan found that his cheeks were also a lot smoother than before, which was odd since he had promised himself a need to shave last night. As he continued to put pressure on his face, Dan also noticed something about his teeth. When he bit down, there was no overbite, something the dentists said he’d just have to live with, along with his now absent retainer. And the tooth with the root canal a few months back no longer felt like a cap, but like a natural tooth.
Standing to his full height, Dan confirmed that the ground was definitely closer now than when he’d fallen asleep. That must have been why he’d tripped, a misjudgment of his steps. Everything about him seemed shorter and his skin was almost devoid of body hair. Out of curiosity, Dan checked to make sure he still had pubic hair, which he did. Despite this sudden lack of hair, Dan noted the absence of a chill like he normally felt after shaving his face, almost like his body hadn’t noticed the changes.
“Did I suddenly become younger or something?” Dan asked himself as he held his hand in front of his face to further examine the changes. The scar on his finger from the time he’d accidently smashed it in the door was absent, but that’s not what surprised him. What surprised him was that just past his hand was the jungle in all its glorious detail. Dan again pressed his hand to his face, this time to where his glasses normally sat to confirm their absence. He had needed glasses since before puberty, on account of his being nearsighted, or farsighted, or whichever was the one where you could see up close, but anything more than a foot past his face started to blur.
“What the hell?” Dan muttered to himself as he approached the clearing in the trees. “I was asleep at home… in my own bed… and then suddenly I’m all different after I wake up on a beached raft.” He half smiled as he turned around to confirm that he had indeed landed on a raft. The thing was only a few logs tied together and didn’t even have a makeshift sail. Yet somehow it’d managed to carry him to… wherever this place was.
“Damn it.” Dan turned back towards the jungle and examined the smoke. Now that his eyes had adjusted, he could confirm that there were multiple lines of smoke emerging from a stationary position. The smoke was thin and white; unlike those thick black plumes he’d seen whenever the news featured forest fires. “Gotta be a camp fire or something.”
Finally Dan arrived at the clearing in the trees. There was indeed a dirt path, about as wide as an average American garage, devoid of all life but a few sprouts, and lined with stones to separate it from the jungle. The stones all seemed to have spiral markings carved into them. Another thing he had not seen earlier was the wooden sign. It had a simple line drawing of a man and an arrow pointing along the path. “Straight forward enough.”
Above the illustration was what Dan could only assume to be writing. As expected, he couldn’t read it, but he studied the markings just the same. It bore squiggles which reminded him of Arabic writing, but also had the box shaped marks of Asian writing, familiar marks of what he could only assume were Roman decent, and a few animal shapes which reminded him of Egyptian hieroglyphics. “Less straight forward.”
In only his elastic shorts, Dan again shrugged at his options and proceeded down the path. His eyes adjusted quickly enough to the sudden darkness as the thick canopy blocked out about 60% of the light. The jungle was rich with the chirping of birds and insects. There was also the occasional distant howl which sent shivers down Dan’s spine. Not only was he half naked, but his body was so much smaller and weaker than before; probably more tender too. Dan shook his to erase those last thoughts. The last thing he needed to do was give his overactive imagination an excuse to send him into a panic. Once or twice he was almost tempted off the path by the sweet allure of rainbow colored flowers, but stopped himself. Something inside told him that anything that stood out this much had to be poison.
Upon further examination, the ground outside the path was covered in thorns which would have posed a hazard even if he wore shoes. There were also the insects, varieties Dan had never seen even in books or documentaries, buzzing about and crawling every which way. Curiously, they all seemed to avoid the path, either crossing over the lower branches or flying far enough overhead as to not be a bother.
Of course Dan was grateful that his bare skin was not being devoured by mosquitoes or worse, but still found himself puzzled by it all.
Then there came a rustle in the bushes. Dan turned and froze, uncertain of what to do next. He’d heard conflicting claims about what you had to do in a bear attack, but was fairly certain that the point was moot as whatever made that noise probably wasn’t a bear. Another rustle, this time from different bushes, followed by what sounded like a hissing growl. “Definitely not a bear.” Dan stepped back; resolving that the best he could do for now was walk away slowly, since running ran the risk of triggering a chase instinct.
Dan took another backwards step, accidentally stepping past the rock line. “Yow!” He screamed as he jumped forward, covering a remarkable distance. This time Dan’s hand fell over the other rock line and was immediately accosted by insects pinching and scratching every square inch of exposed flesh that wasn’t already claimed. Instinctively Dan retracted his hand, accidentally knocking a stone out of place. Dan barely had a second to examine how his hand was now covered in purple and green sores before a swarm of insects poured through the gap. Dan struggled to get away, but his leg curled in pain the instant he put pressure on the foot that had stepped outside the path. Futilely he flailed at the insects as they swarmed his bare flesh in a feeding frenzy.
For a moment, Dan thought he heard a female voice cry out, and then suddenly the insects stopped biting. His body still ached, but he could no longer feel the crawling. As he dared to open his eyes, Dan was met by the visage of a beautiful woman. She had long brunette hair, tanned skin, and seemed to be in her late teens. Her gentle blue eyes regarded Dan with curiosity and concern, as she gently stroked his face. She pulled back when he winced in pain from the bug bites, allowing Dan to see her top was made spotted dark brown fur.
“Tana mu?” She asked.
“I… I don’t understand.” Dan answered.
“Oosho vae. Matelix soong.” She nodded with a smile, apparently conceding that neither knew the other’s language.
Dan almost laughed with her before another burst of pain surged from his foot.
This got the woman’s attention as she moved to examine the injured foot. As she did so, Dan’s eyes widened with horror as he saw her fur covered waist lift into the air where tanned flesh suddenly shifted into dark red scales. Dan’s eyes followed the extended length of the scales downward until the rest of her snake tail came into vision near where he had disrupted the stones. She was a naga, like a centaur only with a snake body instead of a horse one. Dan had only ever read about them in fictions, fictions which rarely depicted them as very friendly to humans.
Dan glanced back at her human half as she hovered above his foot. She leaned down and Dan flinched again at the pressure applied to his foot, though brief. His vision was blocked by the woman’s snake half which continued to uncomfortably draw closer.
“Um. What are you d- Yow!” Dan’s question was cut off by a stinging sensation, though not nearly as bad as before.
Finally the naga woman pulled herself up and reached back towards Dan. In her hand were three finger long spikes. “Sheshe.” She smiled proudly before tossing the spikes back into the jungle.
“Sheshe.” Dan nodded with a sigh of relief. “Dan.” He said, pointing at himself. “Dan.”
“Nan?” The naga woman stuttered, pointing back at him. “Nanii?”
Dan shook his head. “Duh. Dan.”
Dan nodded. “Close enough. Dan.”
“Shantay.” The naga woman said while pointing at herself. “Shan-Tay.”
“Shantay.” Dan nodded.
“Shantay.” The naga woman smiled as she pointed at herself then back to Dan. “Dani.”
“Close enough.” Dan smiled. He tried to get up, but Shantay pinned his leg to the ground with her hand. Dan looked up to ask why, but felt his heart race as he saw drool fall from her watering mouth.
“Oh, hell no!” Dan cried out as he struggled to get away, ignoring the pain of the still fresh insect bites and the odd numbness in his formerly pierced foot.
“Shinzapu za.” Shantay laughed dismissively. “Shooktik y’ware sim shopish.” She grabbed Dan’s shoulder and pulled him up to her cleavage and embraced him.
Dan felt his heart pounding like a drum as his mind flooded with the scream to escape. The naga woman called Shantay opened her embrace a bit, but only enough to get a better grip with her hands as she pressed Dan’s arms to his sides. She lifted up to her face and, much to his surprise, started kissing him. Dan’s heart went into overtime, though for a completely different reason than before. She broke contact only a second before returning with even more vigor as she devoured his lips and sent her tongue to dance with his. Dan was so surprised that he felt himself close his eyes and almost return the kiss. That’s when her tongue retracted from his mouth and moved on to his face. Dan felt her warm, moist lips spread out to encompass his cheeks and chin. Dan opened his eyes just in time to see the naga woman’s upper lip encompass what remained of his face.
Dan’s struggles resumed, but to no avail. “Please stop!” He pleaded as his head became encompassed in the naga’s maw, his words falling on deaf ears. What did not fall on deaf ears were the naga’s moans of pleasure as she ran her tongue across his face and down the front of his neck. Shantay swallowed audibly as his face began to enter her throat, her teeth only occasionally brushing against his skin.
Shantay pulled Dan up again for another swallow, but this time he managed to get his arm free. He reached up to the naga’s face, feeling around for where her eyes were in the hope that maybe a good poke would be enough of a distraction. Dan’s hopes were promptly dashed as he felt the naga’s hand grasp his own. The slimy walls of her throat reverberated with a taunting “ugh uh,” followed by another swallow.
Another couple swallows and Dan’s shoulders were in the naga’s mouth, leaving a very distinct bulge in her neck. Dan could feel his strength failing him. Again he felt the pressure on his arms loosen, but this time Shantay’s grip was sure. She had lifted her entire body up in order to wrap her coils around Dan’s upper legs and lower back. With this newfound leverage, the naga was able to push Dan even further in with each swallow until his shoulders had entered the throat and his upper arms were bound to his sides by her jaws.
Dan’s struggles resumed as he felt the end Shantay’s tail slide beneath her coils and slither up his leg. The whole of her tail slid against Dan’s skin as the coils around his waist loosened enough for the tail end to get through. Dan gave a little yipe as the tail tip teasingly poked into his right butt cheek. He gritted his teeth at the thought that not only was this monster eating him alive; she also felt the need to toy with him. Shantay’s tail tip continued to slither upwards until it reached to top of his elastic shorts and burrowed within them and into his underwear. Dan cried out as Shantay swallowed yet again and her tail hooked around the support band and began to pull downwards.
Three more swallows and Dan’s elbows were at the corners of the naga’s mouth and the bulge of her meal was held snugly behind her breasts and within her fur top. He was secure enough that her arms were no longer needed. Instead, Shantay’s coils retracted as her fingers moved down to cup his buttocks, giggling whenever Dan yelped as she gave them the occasional pinch. Dan felt the world flip upside-down as the naga woman flipped his legs into the air. Now with gravity on her side, Shantay swallowed again and let out a moan of satisfaction as Dan’s crotch entered her mouth. Dan’s struggles stopped as the warmth and moisture of her mouth elicited an involuntary physical response. He flinched in fear, and a little excitement, in anticipation of what the naga had planned.
However, nothing happened, at all. The naga seemed to hesitate with her hands and even tongue frozen in place. Then, as quickly as Dan’s waist had entered Shantay’s mouth, another swallow and push on his rump moved it to the back of her throat. If Dan had been outside, he’d have seen the naga woman’s gleeful smile turn into a frown as she seemed to be rethinking her actions. The fun having been stripped from the moment, Shantay grabbed Dan’s legs and, with a few more powerful swallows, pulled what remained of the boy into her maw.
Dan’s body curled into the fetal position within the dark confines of the naga’s stomach. He wept silently. Feeling the naga woman’s hand stroke the stomach walls against his back, Dan struggled to reposition himself as far from the monster’s touch as he could manage. Even if he was dead, Dan still had some fight in him. Shantay stopped stroking her stomach and said more words Dan couldn’t understand. Her tone sounded like she was trying to console him, but Dan just dismissed it as condescension. She had him where she wanted, and he was done for.