Snake Eyes (Game Over)

Zirona smirked. “Say, have you ever met a rattlesnake before?”

Ronnie looked at her questioningly. “Can’t say I have.”

She flicked her tail, causing the rattle to, well, rattle. Ronnie blinked. He didn’t know why, but he felt tired. Another flick and another rattle. He felt even weaker now.

“Huh…? What’s going on…?” Ronnie mumbled as he began to teetered unsteadily on his feet.

His mind felt hazy and slow. It was a struggle to even form a simple thought. He closed his eyes and held his head in his hands. When he opened his eyes, his eyes were overtaken by a slowly spiraling swirl. His expression was black and his mouth was slightly ajar. He tried with all his will to try to figure out what was happening. The only person nearby was Zirona. She was still smirking at him, lazily swaying her tail from left to right. It was so obvious, but his mind was so addled it was a miracle he could even still think.

“You..! You’re doing this…!” he tried to shout, but what came out was barely more than a loud whisper. He tried to **** his legs to move to try to flee, but his body refused to obey him. He was trapped within his own body.

Zirona tossed her head back and laughed. “I’m surprised you can still talk. Most people’s brains are mush by now.”

“You won’t get away with this…?”

“That so? Hate to break it to ya, but I already have,” she said as she fanned her face with her hand. “You know, it’s a real scorcher today. You wouldn't mind helping me with that, would you?”

“Of course,” Ronnie mumbled against his will.

Zirona leaned against the side of the building. She lifted a leg and grabbed onto the boot. She tugged on it, but it seemed stuck tight. She gave it a few more tugs and pulled it off with a pop, leaving her foot bare. It dripped with sweat and the powerful stench nearly dropped him then and there. The top of her foot had her bright purple scales, but the bottom had yellow scales. She did the same with her other foot. The stench only got stronger now that both her feet were free.

Ronnie’s face twitched, but his disgust wasn’t enough to break out of her control. Zirona looked at him expectantly.

“Well? What are you waiting for? Get to licking!” she snapped.

His mind screamed at him to resist, but his body obeyed its new master, Zirona. He fell to his knees before the smiling snake. Her smile got wider as she raised one of her feet and presented it to him. He stuck out his tongue and rolled it across the bottom of the foot. His body twitched and hesitated. For a brief moment, he could feel her hold on his mind weaken. But with another shake of her rattle, her hold on his mind got tighter. Once that flare of resistance died away, his body continued to lap away at her foot. The scales at the bottom of her feet were tougher than usual. He had to lick with more strength to dislodge any grime that was stuck to her sole. It was a long and grueling task to get the foot reasonably clean. His tongue felt like it was about to fall off. Her stale sweat had coated his mouth with a foul stale taste.

Zirona examined her foot carefully. “Not bad. But I have two feet here. You’re only halfway done,” she said as she raised her other foot.

Internally, he whimpered, but his body was already getting to work. He didn’t know how, but this one was worse than the first. At least, he seemed to have gotten better at this. It didn’t take as long to clean the second foot. Silver linings, and all.

“Thanks for the clean up. I do a lot of walking, and these boots don’t help. Now, I could use a foot massage, but you don’t need to worry about that. You just need to lean back and relax. I’ll take care of the rest.”

Obediently, his body froze in place. Zirona planted her foot on his chest and pushed him onto his back. She smiled sadistically at him before leaping high into the air. Ronnie tried to scream, but his body blankly up into the sky as a pair of feet blocked out the sun. She slammed down right into his face. His snout was squashed into his face like a crumpled tin can. Zirona didn’t let up. She marched in place, smashing his face completely flat. She began marching down the rest of his body, too. Every stomp got a moist squash as he was pounded into a pancake. By now, even if he had control of his body, he would be too squashed to resist at all. The snake continued her march up and down his body. She was very thorough. Before long, she had squashed him completely flat. His body was covered with fresh sweat and deep footprints. The most prominent of them were the ones on his face. She had made several passes there, taking a lot of pleasure in stomping on his dazed face.

She wiped the sweat from her brow as she looked down at her work. “Too bad you’re in no shape to give me another cleaning session. But I’ve already spent too much time in this dump. Come on. You have a date with the courts.”

Zirona leaned down and picked at the edge of his flattened body. She managed to get a decent hold and peel him off the floor. She hummed cheerfully as she rolled him into a tight cylinder. She reached back and grabbed her pants by the waist. With some difficulty, she pulled her pants back and held Ronnie over her ass.

The heat that was radiating from her ass was hotter than the desert air. Her purple cheeks giggled from the movement, almost like they were eager to receive their new prisoner. There was nothing he could do to stop this. Zirona released her hold on Ronnie and he dropped down. With an audible splat, gravity wedged him between her cheeks. His rolled up body was swamped with sweat and assaulted with intense heat.

“Sorry, but you’ll be riding in the back for the trip. It’s a long way back, and I feel like taking the scenic route. I’m sure you won’t mind.”

Zirona released her hold on her pants, letting it snap into place. She laughed as she moved to leave the town. Ronnie stewed in her backside. He never thought he would see the day, but he couldn’t wait until he was jailed and as far away from the snake woman as possible.

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“Hello there. I’m here to turn in the bounty on Ronnie Rictor. He’s the raccoon that skipped town a while back,” Zirona said.

The small cat woman behind the counter of the bounty collection office leaned to the side to see if there was anyone else with her. “I’m sorry, but I don’t see anyone with you.”

“Oh, sorry. Just a second.”

Zirona shoved one hand into the back of her pants. The cat woman looked at her oddly but didn’t say anything. After a few moments of rummaging around, she found what she was looking for.

“Aha!” she cheered as she pulled out a sweat-soaked black and gray cylinder.

“And what is that?”

“Hold your horses. I gotta unfold him.”

She fiddled with the cylinder for a while before she unfurled it. With a strong shake, Ronnie was revealed in all his sweat-stained humiliation. Droplets of sweat dripped from his flat form. His eyes were still cloudy and unfocused.

The cat woman’s nose scrunched as she pinched it. “Well, that mostly fits the description. Aside from being flat, of course.”

“Well? What are you waiting for? Take him!”

She looked at Ronnie with disgust. “There’s no way in hell I’m touching him.”

Zirona rolled her eyes in annoyance. “Well, what do you want me to do with him?”

The cat thought for a moment. Then she smiled. A smile that Ronnie did not like one bit.

“We offer community service instead of jail time from time to time.”

“What does that have to do with me?”

“Well, the community service officer does get paid for watching over these criminals. Why don’t you take him with you?” the cat offered. “He does seem… quite attached to you.”

Ziroan paused and rubbed her chin in thought. “I’m used to being on the road alone, but he does make for a good foot cleaner.”

“How about you try it for a week or two? You can bring him in if it’s not working out for you. Just, uh, make sure he’s not soaked in sweat when you turn him in.”

“Can’t hurt to try,” Zirona said with a shrug. “Come on, my new partner.”

Zirona snickered as she rolled Ronnie back and up and dropped him back in the back of her pants. Deep within her crack, the raccoon managed to whimper. He had been looking forward to being tossed into a real cell instead of remaining trapped in the snake’s makeshift one. But it looked like he would be stuck with her for the foreseeable future.

The bar was packed with people tonight. The barkeep dashed to and fro, just managing to keep up with the orders. Every seat was taken, but that didn’t bother Zirona. She brought her own. She leaned back, pushing more of her weight on Ronnie’s face. The raccoon was on his knees, leaning backward. He used his hands to support the heavy weight of the snake. He was completely motionless. After a few years of supporting her, his body had gotten used to the weight.

Zirona tipped the mug of cold bear back, draining it in one go. She sighed contently as she slammed the empty mug on the table. Life was good. She wasn’t sure about having someone accompany her, but it turned out well in the end. Ronnie proved to be a quick learner when it came to serving her. And when she wasn’t in the mood to deal with him, well he made for a very comfortable cushion or insole. She had to return to the city every once in a while to collect her payment for taking a personal hand in his ‘rehabilitation.’ That still made her chuckle. Especially since she was given the final say of whether or not he had earned any time off his sentence. And so far, he had yet to even have one day served.

Ronnie felt exhausted. He wanted nothing more than to collapse and take long overdue rest. But Ziorna’s control **** his body to function beyond its limits. He didn’t remember the last time he had a good night’s rest. But he had ****. Ziorna’s domination of his mind was absolute. And if she ever managed to slip up, he was in no shape to get very far.

It was almost time to hit the trail. It was a long road to Gold Springs. The sheriff there has a sizable bounty on her, and Zirona's other shoe could use a good insole.