It was morning by the time Mowgli woke. The morning sun was shimmering overhead and the sounds of birdsong were chorusing in earnest. The day was already hot and a pale haze gripped the jungle.
Mowgli felt wet and gritty all at once. He soon realized that he was lying in a river wash, his head resting on a bed of sand while his legs were floating in the throes of the powerful stream.
With a start, Mowgli sat up, water streaming down his chest. He was sitting amidst a swath of reeds, the opposite bank of the river a hundred meters away, the water thrumming with deep currents under the surface. The man-cub rose up on shaking legs. How long had he been floating down the river? If it had been hours, then he was days away from the man-village now. He was lucky no one had come to take a bite out of him while he had been floating like a log along the path of the water.
He stumbled onto the shore, his body bruised and his mind reeling.
As he stood on the banks of the river, his hand absent-mindedly rubbed the spot where Kaa's tail had coiled, feeling the phantom echo of the snake's touch. He thought back to the python's question, his cheeks burning with a newfound embarrassment. He had never felt such things before, never thought of anyone in that way. The kiss had been strange, confusing, and yet...it had stirred something deep within him.
Mowgli slowly staggered out of the wash, water dripping between his toes, and onto the soft sand. Quickly, he scurried into the tall grass that made a perimeter around the bank, and soon he was underneath the trees once more, in the shade.
It took him a little bit to get his bearings. This was not a part of the jungle he recognized. But he knew the positions of the sun in the sky, not to mention he knew from which direction he came. It would take a bit to get to the man-village. He decided he better start walking.
He could feel the eyes of the jungle upon him, watching him as he gathered his wits and strength. The warmth of the morning air helped to ease his trembling muscles, and he took a deep breath, filling his lungs with the scent of the earth and the promise of home.
As dawn began to break, he set off again, his stride firm and determined. The events of the night weighed heavily on his shoulders, but he pushed the memories of Kaa's embrace to the back of his mind.
As he beat a path through the forest, Mowgli kept thinking about last night. "Have you ever mated with your own kind yet?" Why did Kaa ask him that? Mowgli did not know the first thing about mating, let alone with another human. Being raised in the jungle, he had seen the other animals, including his own brothers and sisters, engage in their own acts of copulation, but Mowgli had never participated in anything like that.
He tried thinking about who he could picture himself with. Immediately, his mind flickered over to Shanti. Her and that cute smile.
But… to mate with her? Mowgli's stomach turned into knots just by talking with her! Besides, he didn't need to mate with anyone! It was his choice, his future. He was certain that he and Shanti could just be happy without needing to worry all about that, thank you very much!
Still, the thought of kissing her… was very nice, indeed. To bolster that fantasy, when Kaa had kissed him, he couldn't describe it, but he had felt… good. Like a rush of heat had traveled down his throat, into his stomach, and between his legs. Touching tongues with the snake had been a not unpleasant experience and the man-cub could still recall the exhilarating sensation of his open mouth pressing against Kaa's.
With an angry shake of his head, Mowgli batted aside an overhanging bush as he trekked through the jungle. This wasn't important. What was most important was getting back to the man-village. To Shanti and safety. He could collect himself, approach Kaa on his own terms later.
He still thought about the kiss, though.
The sun climbed higher in the sky, casting shadows that grew shorter and less menacing. The birds began to sing, and the air grew warm with the promise of a new day.
As the sun reached its peak, the jungle grew quiet, the heat of the day pressing down upon him like a heavy blanket. He knew he had to find shelter and rest, but the memory of Kaa's touch lingered like a snake in the grass. He walked until he found a shaded spot under a large banyan tree, its roots stretching out like the fingers of a giant hand. He sat down, leaning against the trunk, and allowed himself a moment to ponder the events of last night.
He took a deep breath and stood up after a few minutes, brushing off the dirt from his legs. He had to keep moving. He had to get home. The jungle was a place of beauty, of wonder, but it was also a place of darkness and danger. He had faced that darkness and lived to tell the tale, but who knew what the next day would bring?
Mowgli set off again, the sun beating down on his back as he moved through the underbrush. The jungle was his home, but it had also become a prison, filled with mysteries he wasn't ready to face.
The jungle grew thicker, the trees closer together. The air grew denser, the heat clinging to him like a second skin. It was a long way to the man-village. No way he could make it there before dark. He knew he had to find a place to rest, to think, to regain his strength. Spotting a particularly large tree with branches that stretched out like welcoming arms, Mowgli made his way towards it. He was tired, his body slick with sweat, and the shade promised relief.
With a lithe grace that seemed almost inhuman, the man-cub began to climb. His bare feet found purchase on the rough bark, and his limber hands pulled him higher. His young skin shimmered as he scaled the tree. The vines that hung from the branches whispered to him, beckoning him closer with their sweet, seductive song.
He grabbed hold of one, feeling the rough fibers against his palm. It was thick and strong, just like the vines he had swung on a hundred times before.
Now Mowgli grasped at the vine with both hands and glanced at one of the trees across the way. It wasn't the one he was aiming for, but it was slightly taller and would be a good stepping stone towards his ultimate destination.
Gingerly, he edged his way towards the precipice and, with a dropping sensation in his belly, pushed off.
There was a rush of wind and Mowgli clung to the vine as he swung through the air, feeling weightless. But before he had a chance to feel joy at such an experience, it was over. His feet kicked up and found purchase—he stumbled away from the vine, having made it to the next tree.
He repeated the same process. Climb a few more branches. Find a vine. Swing across. Easy. The second time, he was allowed to find the exhilaration in his actions, the half-naked boy smiling as he looked down, his bare feet kicking out into nothing.
Upon touching down on the next tree, Mowgli was so close to his destination. Carefully, he tightrope-walked his way around the massive tree, his body half-shielded by the leafed branches. He crept around the solid trunk, the towering tree in his sights. Without looking, he reached for a nearby vine, and started to creep his way toward his launch point. A few more seconds and he would be over there.
He grabbed at another vine.
But before he had a chance to swing, Mowgli blinked in confusion as the vine he was holding suddenly moved on its own accord. In a flash, it wrapped around his wrists completely, locking them together. The man-cub gave a shocked cry and looked up.
The vine was not a vine at all. Vines were not patterned with brown and gold and were not covered in scales.
"No!" Mowgli cried.
Panic surged through Mowgli's veins as the tail pulled him upwards, his heart racing in his chest. He looked down to see the ground receding beneath him, the safety of the jungle floor disappearing. His arms strained against the unforgiving grip, but he knew it was futile.
Kaa's head appeared above him after Mowgli had been lifted through several layers of the canopy, after leaves had brushed at his eyes and stomach until he could no longer see the ground, the snake's eyes gleaming with excitement.
Mowgli's wrists ached as he was brought before the shimmering head of Kaa. His feet dangled in midair—he could see the top of the jungle's canopy from up here.
The boy trembled, his mouth open in fear, as Kaa brought his head close, warm spirals emanating from the serpent's eyes. "So nice to see you again, man-cub." The snake's smile was cold, his eyes filled with a hunger that went beyond the physical.
Remembering the powerful spell he had been put under, Mowgli shut his eyes just in time. He tried struggling in the snake's grip, but the tail holding his wrists was too tight. Frantically he kicked out, trying to hit Kaa, but his feet swung upon empty air.
Mowgli's breath came in ragged gasps as he dangled from the tail, his legs kicking in a desperate attempt to find purchase. But the tail tightened, pulling him closer to the python's open maw. He could feel the heat of the snake's breath, smell the musky scent of his body. It was a prison of his own making, and he knew he had to break free.
"Let—me—go!" Mowgli grunted, eyes still shut, but he could not mask the shakes of terror that were jittering throughout his body.
He heard the snake chuckle. "Oh. Well, as you wish, man-cub."
Kaa's mouth opened wide, and Mowgli felt the tail loosen slightly. He took a deep breath, bracing himself for the inevitable, when suddenly, the python's body went slack, and he was deposited onto a thick branch with surprising gentleness. He lay there, panting and trembling, his eyes wide with horror.
looked around, searching for a way down. He began to back up until his back was pressed against the trunk of the tree. He then looked forward, only to find Kaa's head inches away. The boy's breath caught in his throat and he froze. He could not even muster a thought to try and swat at Kaa.
But the great serpent was no longer emanating his warm spirals from his eyes anymore. Rather, he was staring determinedly towards Mowgli, unblinking. The sort of piercing gaze that seemed to inhabit more than what was directly in front of him.
The boy then noticed that the snake's body was looped around several of the branches overhead, seemingly going on and on forever, a nest of scales and pure muscle.
The snake's head swayed closer, his tongue flicking out to trace a wet line down Mowgli's cheek. He recoiled, his stomach churning at the sensation. "Why don't you just eat me?" he demanded, his voice shaking with fear and revulsion. He tried to keep his fear in check, to show Kaa that he was not weak. But the terror was a living thing within him, threatening to consume him whole.
Kaa's smile grew wider, his eyes gleaming. "Patience," he hissed, his voice a chilling promise. "First, we must acquaint ourselves to the fullest." He leaned in closer, his tongue snaking out to lick Mowgli's face once more. "You're a slippery one, man-cub. You and I could benefit from some quality time together."
The man-cub moaned after his cheek was licked again, trying to push the snake away with all his might. "Ugh! Stop that!"
But Kaa was too strong, too persistent. He felt the python's saliva dribble down his neck, and he had to fight the urge to retch.
"Why?" Mowgli choked out, his voice hoarse from the struggle. "Why are you doing this?"
Kaa's eyes narrowed, his expression one of amusement. "Why so eager to die, little man-cub?" he asked, his voice low and seductive. "When there's so much more to experience?"
Mowgli's mind reeled. Experience? What did Kaa mean by that? His thoughts raced as the python's tail tightened around his ankles, keeping him firmly in place. The snake leaned in closer, his eyes locked on Mowgli's.
"I want to savor the taste of your fear, to watch it dance in your eyes," Kaa whispered, his breath hot against Mowgli's skin. "Your kind is so deliciously simple, so easy to manipulate."
Mowgli's stomach twisted in knots as he realized the depth of the snake's depravity. He had faced danger before, had stared death in the face, but this was something new, something that went beyond the simple hunt and kill. This was a twisted game of power and desire.
The python's tail slithered up his leg, his movements deliberate and slow. Mowgli felt a strange, unsettling warmth spread through his body, despite the horror of the situation. His mind screamed at him to fight, to escape, but his body remained frozen, held in thrall by Kaa's touch.
The snake's coils grew tighter around his arms, wrapping him in a prison of the serpent's own body. He struggled weakly, his eyes never leaving the serpent's. Kaa leaned closer, his mouth so near that Mowgli could feel the heat of his breath. The python's eyes grew wide, pupils dilating as he stared into the soul of the man-cub.
"Look into my eyes, man-cub," Kaa whispered, his voice a soft purr. "Let me show you the secrets of the jungle." And with that, the world around him grew hazy, and his thoughts grew sluggish. He felt the python's mind invading his own, probing and exploring the depths of his consciousness.
The touch of Kaa's tongue was like a brand on his skin, sending waves of unwanted pleasure through him. His body responded against his will, his loincloth growing taut as the snake's coils tightened around his legs, pressing him closer. The heat of the python's body was suffocating, his tail moving in slow, sinuous circles around Mowgli's waist.
Mowgli felt a strange mix of fear and desire, his thoughts swirling in a maelstrom of confusion. He didn't want this, didn't want to feel the way he did. Yet, he couldn't help the way his body reacted, the way his breath caught in his throat as Kaa's mouth moved closer to his own.
The snake's lips brushed against his, and Mowgli felt himself losing control. The python's kiss was unlike anything he had ever experienced, a dance of power and passion that left him trembling and helpless. Kaa's fangs grazed his lower lip, a hint of pain that sent a jolt of excitement through him.
He knew he had to resist, had to find a way to break free of the hypnotic embrace. But the more he struggled, the more his body seemed to crave the serpent's touch.
Kaa moved the bulk of his body forward until it was now between Mowgli's legs. The python pressed his smooth underbelly against the child's loincloth and slowly melded the rest of his body against the boy's own belly, which was slick from sweat. He could feel the man-cub's beating heart through his chest, a rapid pit-a-patter that demonstrated his fear. So delicious. The sensation of worn cloth was odd to Kaa, though, as he shifted his body back and forth, grinding up against Mowgli's hips. The snake had no need for clothes and was always bemused by the need for humans to garb themselves with such trappings. Especially when they looked so much better without them.
The snake's tail grew bolder, sliding beneath the fabric of his loincloth to caress the sensitive skin of his inner thigh.
Mowgli's breath hitched, and a soft moan escaped his lips. He could feel the python's excitement, could feel the pulse of the creature's desire echoing through his own body. The jungle around them grew hazy, the sounds of the night muffled by the pounding of his heart.
The man-cub's resolve wavered, his body betraying him. Kaa's tail moved higher, his touch light and teasing as he explored the contours of Mowgli's manhood, but never fully embracing it. The feeling was overwhelming, the sensations so intense that he could feel his mind slipping away.
Mowgli tried to fight it, to pull himself together, but the snake's kiss grew more insistent, his tongue delving into Mowgli's mouth, dancing with his own. He could feel his erection pressing against Kaa's scaly body, and the python's response was immediate. The tail tightened, holding him in place as the snake's body quivered with excitement.
"Please… don't…," Mowgli murmured, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart, even though he had no idea what he was fully pleading for.
But Kaa only chuckled, his eyes gleaming in the dim light.
"It's just a game," he whispered, his forked tongue flicking against Mowgli's ear. "Remember, this is what you wanted, man-cub."
The python's words sent a shiver down the man-cub's spine. He didn't want to admit it, didn't want to give the creature the satisfaction of knowing he was winning. But the truth was, Mowgli's body was responding in ways that scared and thrilled him in equal measure.
The snake's gaze never left Mowgli's, and the intensity of his stare was almost too much to bear. The man-cub felt his resolve slipping away, his body arching into the touch despite his mind's protests.
"You're mine," Kaa murmured, his voice a seductive whisper. "You always have been."
The words sent a jolt of fear through Mowgli, and he renewed his efforts to break free. But Kaa was too strong, too experienced in the art of seduction. He used his tail to guide Mowgli's body, flipping him onto his own back, the boy's erection now clearly tenting the loincloth that was only being fastened around his waist by a wing and a prayer.
The python's eyes were dark with desire, his forked tongue flickering out as he leaned in closer. Mowgli's chest heaved, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. He knew that he had to find a way out of this situation, to regain control before it was too late.
But the fight within him grew weaker, his body responding to the snake's every touch with a need that was as primal as the jungle itself. The tail slithered up his chest, coiling around his neck in a gentle, yet firm, embrace.
"Relax," Kaa whispered, his breath hot against Mowgli's skin. "Right now, we're just having fun. It's all part of the game."
The snake's tail slithered down, pausing at the man-cub's loincloth. The fabric was damp with sweat, sticking to Mowgli's skin, outlining his burgeoning manhood. Kaa's tail coiled around the bulge, applying gentle pressure, and Mowgli felt a shiver of anticipation run down his spine. He had heard the stories, knew what happened between a male and a female, but had never felt this...this strange mix of fear and excitement.
"You never answered my earlier question," Kaa's voice was a sinister purr as his tail began to rub the material over Mowgli's erection. " What do you know of the dance of life? The sweet embrace of passion, the thrill of the hunt?"
Mowgli's eyes squeezed shut, and he bit his lip to stifle a moan. It was wrong, this feeling, but he couldn't deny the way his body responded to the python's touch. The tail was unrelenting, moving in a rhythm that mirrored the pulse of the jungle around them.
Finally, unable to take the teasing any longer, Kaa's tail slipped beneath the loincloth and gave a firm yank, the fabric parting to reveal Mowgli's nakedness. The man-cub's penis was young and untested, standing proud and firm despite his fear, but it only affirmed that the man-cub was still that. A child. His balls small and hairless, taut with horror. The python's eyes widened slightly at the sight, a predatory glint flickering within.
"Ah, so innocent," Kaa murmured, his tail tracing the length of Mowgli's shaft with a feather-light touch. "So ripe for the plucking."
The snake's tail moved with surprising delicacy, caressing and teasing the sensitive skin. Mowgli's breath hitched as he felt himself growing harder, his body responding to the serpent's touch despite his mind's screaming protests. He was exposed and vulnerable, a child playing in the shadow of the jungle's most dangerous predator.
Kaa's tail curled around Mowgli's testicles, fondling them gently. The sensation was foreign, yet oddly arousing, and Mowgli felt another wave of heat wash over him. His penis twitched, and the python's grip grew firmer, his tail moving in a more deliberate pattern that made Mowgli's eyes roll back in his head.
"You see," Kaa's voice was low and smug, "the jungle has many pleasures to offer, if you know where to look."
The man-cub's breath came in shallow pants as the python continued his ministrations. His body was a traitor, betraying his fear with every tremor and gasp of pleasure.
"Ah, yes," Kaa hissed, his eyes gleaming with triumph. "Feel the power of the jungle, man-cub. Surrender to it."
The tail grew more insistent, sliding up and down the full length of Mowgli's shaft. The sensation was like nothing he had ever felt before, and he found himself moaning uncontrollably, his tongue lolling out of his mouth like that of an animal in heat. The hypnosis was deep, and he could feel the python's excitement resonating within him, pushing him closer and closer to the precipice of release.
Kaa's movements grew bolder, his tail wrapping tighter around Mowgli's member, stroking with a skill that belied his reptilian nature. The man-cub's hips began to buck, his body moving in time with the serpent's rhythm. He was lost in the haze of pleasure, his eyes glazed over as the jungle swirled around him. The only things that seemed real were the python's scaly embrace and the warm, wet caress of his tail.
The python's excitement grew palpable, his body quivering with anticipation. His eyes were closed in ecstasy, his head thrown back as he looked down upon the naked boy being masturbated by his tail, promising a release that would be the culmination of all his wildest dreams. The tail moved faster, the coils tightening and releasing in a delicate dance that had the man-cub's body writhing in pleasure.
But just as Mowgli felt himself about to climax, Kaa started to giggle in anticipation, his head rising up and up, but a sharp pain sliced through the haze of desire for the snake as he accidentally slammed his head against the branch above them in his frenzy, the impact jolting off the hypnotic effect. The snake's grip on Mowgli loosened, and he tumbled to the ground, his erection still pulsing with the unfulfilled promise of release. The sudden drop brought Mowgli back to his senses with a start, the bond of hypnosis shattering like a fragile egg.
The man-cub lay there, panting and disoriented, as Kaa jerked away, hissing in annoyance. The python's eyes were glazed with lust, his body still taut with unspent desire. The jungle was eerily silent, as if even the animals had paused to watch the unfolding drama.
Mowgli slowly sat up, his body taut and pulsing with the unspent climax of what had almost been. He couldn't believe what had just happened, the way his body had responded to the creature's touch. He felt a mix of horror, disgust, and an inexplicable yearning for the snake's embrace.
Looking down, he saw his loincloth slowly slide off the branch next to him before he could react, a pitiful scrap of fabric that had been his only protection from the snake's advances. His body was on display, vulnerable and exposed in the treetops. He could feel the sticky residue of his own arousal, and his cheeks burned with shame.
With a roar of anger and fear, Mowgli kicked out at Kaa when the snake had come back to finish the job, his bare foot connecting with the python's scaly hide. "Get away from me!" he screamed, his balls and penis flailing about as he continued to kick wildly. The snake recoiled with a hiss, and the sudden movement gave Mowgli the chance to grab hold of the nearest vine. It was thick and rough, biting into his palm as he swung himself away from the snake's reach.
But the vine was slippery with dew, and his grip was unsteady. There was no time for him to adjust his grip, for Mowgli whimpered as he realized that he was about to let go right as it happened.
There was no time for Mowgli to scream. He slammed into the trunk of a nearby tree, the impact sending a shockwave of pain through his body. For a moment, he hung there, suspended between the snake and the ground, his legs and genitals swinging free. He could feel the python's eyes on him, watching him with a hunger that was no longer veiled by seduction.
With a groan, Mowgli peeled away from the bark, leaving behind a man-cub sized indentation, and soon he was spiraling through the air as he plummeted to the jungle floor. The fall knocked the wind out of him, and he lay there, panting and disoriented, his body a tapestry of pain and need.
Kaa's laughter echoed through the treetops, a cruel, taunting sound that made Mowgli's blood boil. The snake had won the round, had played with him like a toy, and now he was left to deal with the aftermath. He pushed himself to his hands and knees, the jungle floor digging into his palms and knees.
He looked up, expecting to see Kaa slithering down to finish what he had started, but the python was gone. The branches swayed gently in the breeze, as if they were laughing at the man-cub's plight. Mowgli felt a cold rage building within him, a fury that was as fierce as the jungle itself. He knew he had to get up, had to find the snake and end this twisted game.
As he started to run, he felt a new determination build within him. A determination to survive, to conquer his fear and claim his place in the world.
He would not be a plaything for a snake's sick amusement.
He would find Kaa, and he would show him the true power of the jungle.
Unless Kaa showed him first.