An ongoing birthday gift for redhairedprey (31st of October), featuring Jajuka by tacokurt
Story by redhairedprey
Red was tired. He finished the last bite of his sandwich, his stomach giving a sound of appreciation before dumping his plate in the sink. The boy paused for a moment, to look out the kitchen window. The sun was perched on the horizon over the trees for another summer evening, the crickets were chirping in the meadow and the sky outside was painted a beautiful hue of orange. He lumbered over to the TV room and slumped on the couch, wondering what he was going to do for the rest of the evening. Red lived a solitary life, a shut-in who rarely met new people. Red worked remotely, and having spent his life in fear of social predators he was more or less content with his day to day monotony of growing attached to his seat while life passed him by, he didn’t miss any of it and it didn’t miss him. However, Red was about to find that sometimes when you refuse to go into the world, sometimes the world comes to you…
Red spent the next hour watching the local news, as the assorted fear mongering headlines poured across the screen with their flashy dramatic anchors to accompany them. “Terror in suburbia! A string of mysterious disappearances in the lowland acres leaves experts baffled! People are being plucked from their beds at night with nothing to aid investigators but a sign of struggle and disturbed sheets” the anchor rambled, his words lost on Red who could not bother to pay attention. His mind kept flickering back and forth between thoughts of desire and idle anxiety. His body tingled, as it did when he was recently fed and he felt his bed calling to him. Red’s thoughts would often dance around fantasies of extravagant luxury bordering on hedonism, as any human being's thoughts would in the modern age, but tonight he was more focused on something else. He felt a strange emptiness that had been bothering him for the last few months. He felt a strange desire, to go out and do random acts of kindness, to people he had never met, for no reason other than how good it would feel to make strangers happy. Ultimately, Red would dismiss this, thinking the kindness would be wasted and taken advantage of by human nature, as he had experienced from abusive relationships in the past many times over. The desire remained, until the itis began pulling at his eyelids caused him to shuffle toward his bed. Red yawned, entering his mostly empty room with a twin size pillow top bed beckoning him from the corner with open sheets. Red flicked a switch to shut off the lights, yawned, and stretched. Red was a skinny male, young with a naturally hairless, toned body and a full head of messy crimson hair. He took a moment to pose in his wall mirror, before frowning, and making faces. With a tug of the drawstring on his pants they fall to his ankles, and Red falls into bed in nothing more than his boxers, and a T-shirt. Red lays there, and it doesn’t take long for the fatigue to slowly lull him to sleep…
In the night, something stirs. The wind blows, the bushes rustle, and a long slender figure camouflaged against the green moonlit scenery slowly slithers around the house. The creature casts no shadow, moving undetected in the moonlight, until it finds a window left open by one absent minded boy. The houses surroundings of a forest and a swamp with a narrow road nestled in between are alight with noises of the night. A thick, powerful, serpentine form pours through the window, while a green tail slinks inside behind it. Red slumbers undisturbed despite the intruder, snoring and muttering to himself about his work. The mysterious presence in the house explores the room, its nose probing about the corners quizzically in the darkness. Curiosity causes a jar of snacks to tumble from a table, causing a thump in the night. Red stirs in his bed, his eyes cracking open for a moment, before sinking back into a dull slumber. The creature continues to skulk about in the darkness, across the wooden floor, around the vast empty space, filling it with a creaking shuffling slither, until it reaches the form of the resting human.
Red continues to idly snore, unaware of the intruder. A delighted hissing, a large oblong scaly head begins to linger over Red, a pink tongue begins to flicker out at him in the darkness, and the lips part to bathe the humans face in warm misty breath, making his nose twitch, and his mind awaken into a twilight state of groggy incoherency. A thick, graceful tail begins to reach up into the sheets, worming its way under the crimson cloth until it finds Red’s toes, and then slowly, sensually, begins to curl about his feet, his ankles, working its way up his lower leg. Red stirs, moving one leg around a little, one of his hands coming to scratch at his hair, as Red slowly begins to awaken from the disturbance, the intruder being very careful not to wake the prey too quickly. Red’s mind is fuzzy, he feels a strange, tickling feeling, moving up from his foot, across his leg, making his shin and thigh tingle as it advances up his body, around his waist, almost like a kind lover in the darkness embracing his hips. “Wha-...” Red groans, not understanding the strange feeling he has, as it continues to curl about his abdomen, a soft tender appendage lavishing itself against his warm skin with a smooth, silken touch. Red’s skin tingles with a pleasured sensation underneath it, circulation increasing as it becomes more warm in response. As Red comes to, and begins to become more curious about that feeling of the soft slithering massage at his lower body. All at once it suddenly becomes tight, a firm crushing hold, that then pulls on him with the force of a slingshot, suddenly dragging him from his bed with a yelp. Immediately, Red panics, his heart giving a flurry of beats, his eyes flying wide open in shock, the scenery around him blurred by his sudden rude awakening, and he feels himself get pulled off the bed. He expects to land on the hard floor, His body anticipating an impact that would bruise him at speed, but instead, feels as if he falls into a pile of pillowy mass, surprising him in his disoriented state. He doesn’t know what to make of it. He tries to reach his arms up to his face to rub the blur from his eyes only to feel his arms increasingly hindered by the loops of a powerful, muscular, scaly form. He looks up, and his eyes go wide, as a tremendous emerald green serpent head meets his vision head on, a pair of shimmering yellow eyes staring deep into his, and a salivating maw that seems to beckon him right in front of his face. Then, with a voice that seemed to echo into Red’s very soul, it spoke. “It almost feels like you’ve invited me, with your unlocked window… Or perhaps you did not want me to hurt myself as I break in?” The serpent teased, his coils slithering under Red’s arms, raising them up, causing him to lounge in them the same as he was just on the couch earlier that day. As Red’s vision begins to unblur, it is met with a scene of snake coils, filling the room around him, blocking the door, pouring in the room until they are up against every wall, covering all the floor, the massive predatory form moving with unparalleled fluid grace as it continues to surround him, raising him from the floor and making him feel like he is floating. “We’d both hate if I had to mar these coils… before they get around your body” The snake hisses, a content chuckle that follows, as Red’s jaw drops in sheer shock of what he sees before him, now fully awake, alert, and terrified of the massive predator that has invaded his room.
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Story by redhairedprey
Red was tired. He finished the last bite of his sandwich, his stomach giving a sound of appreciation before dumping his plate in the sink. The boy paused for a moment, to look out the kitchen window. The sun was perched on the horizon over the trees for another summer evening, the crickets were chirping in the meadow and the sky outside was painted a beautiful hue of orange. He lumbered over to the TV room and slumped on the couch, wondering what he was going to do for the rest of the evening. Red lived a solitary life, a shut-in who rarely met new people. Red worked remotely, and having spent his life in fear of social predators he was more or less content with his day to day monotony of growing attached to his seat while life passed him by, he didn’t miss any of it and it didn’t miss him. However, Red was about to find that sometimes when you refuse to go into the world, sometimes the world comes to you…
Red spent the next hour watching the local news, as the assorted fear mongering headlines poured across the screen with their flashy dramatic anchors to accompany them. “Terror in suburbia! A string of mysterious disappearances in the lowland acres leaves experts baffled! People are being plucked from their beds at night with nothing to aid investigators but a sign of struggle and disturbed sheets” the anchor rambled, his words lost on Red who could not bother to pay attention. His mind kept flickering back and forth between thoughts of desire and idle anxiety. His body tingled, as it did when he was recently fed and he felt his bed calling to him. Red’s thoughts would often dance around fantasies of extravagant luxury bordering on hedonism, as any human being's thoughts would in the modern age, but tonight he was more focused on something else. He felt a strange emptiness that had been bothering him for the last few months. He felt a strange desire, to go out and do random acts of kindness, to people he had never met, for no reason other than how good it would feel to make strangers happy. Ultimately, Red would dismiss this, thinking the kindness would be wasted and taken advantage of by human nature, as he had experienced from abusive relationships in the past many times over. The desire remained, until the itis began pulling at his eyelids caused him to shuffle toward his bed. Red yawned, entering his mostly empty room with a twin size pillow top bed beckoning him from the corner with open sheets. Red flicked a switch to shut off the lights, yawned, and stretched. Red was a skinny male, young with a naturally hairless, toned body and a full head of messy crimson hair. He took a moment to pose in his wall mirror, before frowning, and making faces. With a tug of the drawstring on his pants they fall to his ankles, and Red falls into bed in nothing more than his boxers, and a T-shirt. Red lays there, and it doesn’t take long for the fatigue to slowly lull him to sleep…
In the night, something stirs. The wind blows, the bushes rustle, and a long slender figure camouflaged against the green moonlit scenery slowly slithers around the house. The creature casts no shadow, moving undetected in the moonlight, until it finds a window left open by one absent minded boy. The houses surroundings of a forest and a swamp with a narrow road nestled in between are alight with noises of the night. A thick, powerful, serpentine form pours through the window, while a green tail slinks inside behind it. Red slumbers undisturbed despite the intruder, snoring and muttering to himself about his work. The mysterious presence in the house explores the room, its nose probing about the corners quizzically in the darkness. Curiosity causes a jar of snacks to tumble from a table, causing a thump in the night. Red stirs in his bed, his eyes cracking open for a moment, before sinking back into a dull slumber. The creature continues to skulk about in the darkness, across the wooden floor, around the vast empty space, filling it with a creaking shuffling slither, until it reaches the form of the resting human.
Red continues to idly snore, unaware of the intruder. A delighted hissing, a large oblong scaly head begins to linger over Red, a pink tongue begins to flicker out at him in the darkness, and the lips part to bathe the humans face in warm misty breath, making his nose twitch, and his mind awaken into a twilight state of groggy incoherency. A thick, graceful tail begins to reach up into the sheets, worming its way under the crimson cloth until it finds Red’s toes, and then slowly, sensually, begins to curl about his feet, his ankles, working its way up his lower leg. Red stirs, moving one leg around a little, one of his hands coming to scratch at his hair, as Red slowly begins to awaken from the disturbance, the intruder being very careful not to wake the prey too quickly. Red’s mind is fuzzy, he feels a strange, tickling feeling, moving up from his foot, across his leg, making his shin and thigh tingle as it advances up his body, around his waist, almost like a kind lover in the darkness embracing his hips. “Wha-...” Red groans, not understanding the strange feeling he has, as it continues to curl about his abdomen, a soft tender appendage lavishing itself against his warm skin with a smooth, silken touch. Red’s skin tingles with a pleasured sensation underneath it, circulation increasing as it becomes more warm in response. As Red comes to, and begins to become more curious about that feeling of the soft slithering massage at his lower body. All at once it suddenly becomes tight, a firm crushing hold, that then pulls on him with the force of a slingshot, suddenly dragging him from his bed with a yelp. Immediately, Red panics, his heart giving a flurry of beats, his eyes flying wide open in shock, the scenery around him blurred by his sudden rude awakening, and he feels himself get pulled off the bed. He expects to land on the hard floor, His body anticipating an impact that would bruise him at speed, but instead, feels as if he falls into a pile of pillowy mass, surprising him in his disoriented state. He doesn’t know what to make of it. He tries to reach his arms up to his face to rub the blur from his eyes only to feel his arms increasingly hindered by the loops of a powerful, muscular, scaly form. He looks up, and his eyes go wide, as a tremendous emerald green serpent head meets his vision head on, a pair of shimmering yellow eyes staring deep into his, and a salivating maw that seems to beckon him right in front of his face. Then, with a voice that seemed to echo into Red’s very soul, it spoke. “It almost feels like you’ve invited me, with your unlocked window… Or perhaps you did not want me to hurt myself as I break in?” The serpent teased, his coils slithering under Red’s arms, raising them up, causing him to lounge in them the same as he was just on the couch earlier that day. As Red’s vision begins to unblur, it is met with a scene of snake coils, filling the room around him, blocking the door, pouring in the room until they are up against every wall, covering all the floor, the massive predatory form moving with unparalleled fluid grace as it continues to surround him, raising him from the floor and making him feel like he is floating. “We’d both hate if I had to mar these coils… before they get around your body” The snake hisses, a content chuckle that follows, as Red’s jaw drops in sheer shock of what he sees before him, now fully awake, alert, and terrified of the massive predator that has invaded his room.
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Category Artwork (Digital) / Animal related (non-anthro)
Species Snake / Serpent
Gender Male
Size 1316 x 930px
Listed in Folders
I don't see any trouble here. Jajuka just offered him a better bed to rest with several revolutionary functions about relaxation and comfiness, it's win x win for now >.>
Jajuka is an excellent salespython, his offers basically never get turned down
I always known Jajuka to be goofy, but this art piece and story do a wonderful job at making him intimidating! Also, the coiling up part is very enticing~💖
Your drawings do bring out an amazing sense of atmosphere! Enjoying the story along it as well! Keep doing great!
Love this~ personally I'd happily accept his company~
He won't be lonesome this night.
On a different note: Green and red make actually for a nice colour combination here.
On a different note: Green and red make actually for a nice colour combination here.
This is truely gonna be interesting, can’t lie
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