It was a beautiful day in the jungle. Earlier that day, 17-year-old Mowgli became infatuated with a beautiful lamia named Yhaara. She had red hair that went down to her attractive hips. The snake half of her body was 50 feet long. Her soft skin was pink. Her snake-like eyes were the perfect shade of green. She also had a leaf tied round her large breasts to cover them. She looked like she was in her mid-20s. Yhaara had spotted Mowgli and made the boy hers by showering him in massages and tickles. He was now laying in front of her, getting every part of his body rubbed by her coils. He could break out of her spell if he wanted to, but she was so perfect he didn't.

Then, Mowgli could hear Bagheera calling out his name. The boy got his attention back and walked to the side of the tree he was stuck on.

"BAGHEERA!" Mowgli yelled. He heard Bagheera yelling back to him.

Yhaara was amused. "You don't want to see Bagheera," she cooed. "You want to see meeee…" She began playing with Mowgli's hair with her tail.

Mowgli looked at the snake lady before him and blushed. "Okaaay…"

The tip of Yhaara's tail slipped into Mowgli's shorts, teasing him. He began walking toward her with heavy feet. He couldn't possibly leave this flawless creature. She started tickling his thighs again, with her tongue finding its way around his belly. His hair stood on end. His body got covered in goosebumps. He became tired and sat down, her hips in between his legs.

Bagheera started calling for him again. Yhaara plugged his ears and let him stare deeply into her eyes. When Bagheera could no longer be heard, Yhaara unplugged Mowgli's ears and ran her fingernails along the bottom of his legs.

Yhaara's tail came out of his shorts and began wrapping around him. Soon, his body was trapped in her soft, sensitive coils

"Mmmm… Tell me again how much you love my lavender body wrapped around you," she said playfully.

"I… love it… so… muuuuuch…" moaned Mowgli.

Yhaara's coils began twisting and turning, massaging him again. "This boy could be mine for the rest of his life," she thought to herself. "Everyday, being pampered by me." She brought Mowgli closer and began stroking behind his ears. Mowgli's eyes slowly began to close. He was in love.

After Mowgli fell asleep, she went to collect grapes for them to eat. She began getting excited. With each passing second, he would be less and less likely to break himself out of her spell.

When she got back, she thought Mowgli was gone. But when she looked in her coils, she saw Mowgli huddled inside, snoring.

"Aawww…! He is just TOO cute!" Yhaara squealed. She gently touched his shoulder. "Wake up, sweetie."

Mowgli gradually awoke. She looked up at the pink-skinned lamia and smiled.

"I bet you're hungry," Yhaara hissed. Mowgli nodded.

She picked him up out of her coils and set him down. "Lay back," Yhaara sang. Mowgli obeyed. He laid his head on her breasts, using them as a pillow. She started feeding him the grapes like he was a king.

When the grapes were gone, she laid down on top of him putting her hips in between the boy's legs. She decided she should roll over and give him a lapdance, so she did.

Mowgli groaned loudy. It was too much. He freed his arms and pushed Yhaara off of him.

Yhaara glared at him, angry. She didn't know she had crossed the line. But she did know he was about to escape.

Mowgli grabbed her tail and jumped down. Because of that, he was able to land safely. He dashed in the direction of the village.

Yhaara, meanwhile, was heartbroken. She decided to go after him. "When I catch Mowgli, I'll apologize to him, then invite him back into my luxurious coils," she said.

In no time, she caught up with Mowgli. "Hey, baby, what'ssss the matter?" she asked.

"You did that… thing to me," Mowgli replied. "It was too weird. "

"I'm so sorry, sweetie!" Yhaara sobbed, resting her head below Mowgli's chin.

Mowgli tried to speak, but Yhaara kept crying louder and louder. He could feel her warm coils wrapping around his legs. He couldn't stop himself from saying, "I forgive you. Let's go back."

Yhaara instantly quit crying and carried him to her home. He looked around. It looked like a waste land. It was so ugly, but it didn't matter because he was with Yhaara, the most beautiful thing in the world. She took him underground, her home. It looked much more homey than aboveground. The was a hot spring in the middle of the floor. Yhaara placed him inside, then she went in too. She got her coils around Mowgli's arms and legs, then started massaging them. She gave Mowgli another lapdance. The boy moaned happily, enjoying every second of it.

"Now, Mowgli," Yhaara said in a sexy voice, "You are mine. There is no escape. Everyday I will play with you. Everyday you will get the best massage of your life. Doesn't that ssssssound great?"

Mowgli tried to break free, but the lapdance and Yhaara's hypnotic voice were too much. His free will was now hers. The only way he would snap out it was if a boulder fell on his head, which would most likely never happen.

"Doesn't that ssssssssound GREAT?" Yhaara repeated.

"Yes, Yhaara. That sounds perfect…" Mowgli said dreamily.