"The next class is Slithering," Karyn hissed, then she and Jon worked their way to the next schoolroom.
Strange as they found their own bodies, watching the other nagas move from place to place was stranger still. They looked like painted naked amputees wearing bumpy helmets while a giant python consumed them from behind. In this world, however, that was normal.
No one found the lack of arms, hands, legs, or feet the least bit inconvenient. No one found having a thirty foot snake tail below the waist unusual. No one found getting around by flexing their snake tail against the ground unusual or degrading. In fact, the nagas considered themselves the highest and most evolved beings on Earth. They could only be themselves.
The Slithering room was the largest and the strangest yet. It was square, several hundred feet on a side, with the dirt floor sunken into a giant bowl. The whole school -- teachers, students, and staff -- apparently took Slithering at once. At least a hundred nagas were slithering over, under, and around each other in the giant pit.
"What is this, some kind of orgy?" Jon asked.
"You betcha," hissed Karen, then she slid enthusiastically into the writhing mass.
"Jon, c'mon," hissed Joseph, then Karyn, then half a dozen other girls Jon knew. Then suddenly, Jon found himself slipping down the incline and joining the writhing mass himself. Chalk it up to pheromones, he decided.
The sensations Jon felt inside the writhing mass of nagas were incredible. Scaled body after scaled body slipped against his, gliding across his tail, across his poop place, across his sex place, across where his hips use to be, across his human torso, across his face. The air was hardly air; it was more like a heavy aphrodisiac. Within minutes Jon felt himself cum, then cum, then cum again. Within the span of forty minutes, he probably came two hundred times.
Sometime the other males came on Jon, too, but not terribly often. Three quarters of those in the pit were, after all, female. In addition, there seemed to be something about females than made Jon cum on them more often. Once again Jon supposed it was pheremones, but his mind wasn't really on science. It was mostly on the sensation of cumming, cumming, and cumming again within the pulsating mass of bodies.
Eventually, and again without any sort of bell or signal, some of the nagas began leaving the pit. The more who left, the lesser the stimulation for those who remained. Eventually, Jon and Karyn were among the last to slide out.
"Pfew, we're coated in slime!" hissed Jon.
"Yeah, let's follow the crowd and see what they do about it," Karyn hissed in reply.
