Upon returning, Willie and I shared our ocean floor encounter with Norton and Suldair. When we mentioned the snake people, Norton revealed that they were his research subject. He suggested that we take a flying saucer back to the ocean floor for a detailed examination of the snake people. Confused, I followed them without objection—after all, I didn't really have a say in the matter. This time, however, it seemed I had fallen into Norton's trap; his intentions were not entirely benign.
The flying saucer descended silently into the sea, much like a cloud settling underwater. Initially, we used a 3D hologram to survey the ocean floor. When we reached the area inhabited by the snake people, the hologram expanded, making it feel as though we were looking through a vast glass wall.
This part of the ocean wasn't very deep, allowing sunlight to illuminate the seafloor and provide a clear view. From a distance, the snake people resembled numerous whips undulating collectively—a vast array of thousands, with a withering yellow at the center surrounded by vibrant pink. Norton explained that the yellow ones were dead snake people, while the lively young females were pink.
He further explained that snake people, akin to plants, derive their energy from sunlight but not through chlorophyll. Existing somewhere between plants and animals, they are a type of parasitic species. Female snake people prefer to infest male hosts; if they capture a male, they invade his body, causing severe fevers and dissolving his internal organs. Yet, they compensate their victims by inducing extreme pleasure. Ultimately, the snake person and her male host die together.
As we observed, I couldn't help but wonder—why do these snake people wait for males only to die alongside them? Does it make any sense? Though I was puzzled, I kept my thoughts to myself.
We moved closer to the snake people for a better view. They were naked, with bodies as slender as snakes and similarly proportioned. Their waists were as thin as my fingers. They lacked arms and legs; instead, their lower bodies merged into one, and they had two long, pointed breasts and a vagina. Their bodies were a soft, vivid pink, reminiscent of a baby's tongue on Earth, and covered in net-like patterns of red, black, and white, much like a type of snake known as "fire tongue chain" from my village.
These snake people had human-like faces and senses, with elongated eyes angled upwards at 45 degrees, tiny but piercingly bright pupils, and very small mouths and noses. They also had numerous soft, fleshy tubes on their heads, giving them a distinctly sinister appearance.
Norton then suggested we exit the flying saucer to observe the snake people up close. I saw that Norton, Suldair, and Willie had already stepped outside, each enveloped in what appeared to be a transparent plastic bag. Reluctantly, I followed, surrounded by an air bubble that allowed me to breathe normally—likely another provision by the GMW.
As Norton and the others approached the snake people, the creatures began a frenzied dance, their expressions eerily seductive. Having heard from Norton that these snake people could burrow into our stomachs and dissolve our organs, I was terrified and dared not get too close. I chose a flat area to stand, feeling the ocean currents swirling around me, my body drifting slightly. "I must not drift towards the snake people," I thought anxiously.
Suddenly, for reasons unknown, the air bubble enveloping me burst into countless small bubbles, rising to the surface. I was submerged in the cold seawater, unable to breathe. To make matters worse, the nearest group of snake people seemed to notice me. They rhythmically danced, creating currents that pulled me helplessly toward them. I looked around for Norton and the others, but the flying saucer and its crew had vanished without a trace. Despair washed over me. I closed my eyes, hoping it was all just a nightmare, and that I would wake up safely in Willie's bed. However, when I opened my eyes, I was floating above the snake people. Despite my struggles, their tentacle-like appendages reached me.
I felt like I was plummeting into a pit of snakes. Initially, my legs were ensnared by their chillingly cold bodies. A mere touch from them sent shivers of fear and revulsion through me. Then, my arms and waist were wrapped by the snake-like creatures. It felt as though I was being bound by cold, slimy intestines. Eventually, my entire body was tightly coiled by layers of these creatures, their grip growing ever tighter, making it difficult to breathe. The few parts of my body that weren't bound felt as if countless snake tongues were licking and probing them.
Resigned to my fate, I stopped struggling, closed my eyes, and tried to convince myself it was just a nightmare. But the snake people were cruel. They opened their mouths and extended long, slender, purple-black tongues that pried my eyes open, forcing me to witness the horror. Despite their small heads, their mouths could stretch wide open in a terrifying manner, revealing sharp, sinister teeth, and a dark purple, almost black, interior. Their tongues writhed flexibly.
At one point, one of the snake people entered my mouth, bringing with it a foul-smelling, sticky slime that made me gag. Powerless to resist, I felt other snake people tightening their grip around my neck, enhancing the pressure as one forced its way down my throat. It reached my stomach and expelled a copious amount of viscous liquid, causing intense nausea and a burning sensation. Strangely, it was then that I felt like I could breathe again, no longer feeling suffocated.
The ordeal worsened as the snake people forcibly spread my legs nearly 180 degrees apart. I anticipated an invasion from behind. Soon, a cold, soft appendage entered through my anus. I knew their deceitful nature too well; several snake people constricted my abdomen, intensifying the internal pressure and friction, which they seemed to relish. As the friction increased, an overwhelming sense of pleasure surged through me, causing my body to tremble and convulse uncontrollably. The once nauseating stench of their slime now strangely vanished, replaced by a spicy, almost desirable sensation within my stomach and intestines. A new craving for the liquid emerged, even as a wave of fear and panic hit me—was it dissolving my organs?
As my fever escalated, my body felt lighter, almost as if floating upwards. Amidst this, beautiful hallucinations appeared; I saw numerous lovely girls caressing and embracing me, their tender touches felt both inside and out. Was this what Norton had warned about? Were the snake people dissolving my organs, bringing me close to death?
If Norton and the others didn't intervene soon, I feared it would be the end for me. Just as I reached a peak of delirious pleasure, it felt as if the snake people were abruptly severed from me by invisible sharp blades. Suddenly, I found myself lying on a bed, the recent ordeal seeming like a nightmare. However, the sensation of the snake people still stuffed inside me, filling me up, was a visceral reminder that it hadn't been a dream.
It seemed someone was assisting me, extracting the snake people's remains through my anus.
When I finally regained full consciousness, I saw Norton, Suldair, and Willie standing nearby.
"Take a look at these," Norton said, pointing to what appeared to be a tray. "These are the skeletal remains of the snake people. We had to use a specialized scanner to remove them from your body; you wouldn't have been able to expel them on your own."
The bones, laid out like delicate fish spines, were white and exceedingly fine. I sensed Norton might want to ask how it felt to have the snake people inside me, but this time, no questions were asked.