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Nevix smiled gently, his maw gaping open as he casually tilted his head back. Doctor Trousers could see every tooth in the dinosaur's jaw, every glint of the lights above reflecting off of his moist gums and tongue. The hand dangled the doctor above his boss for an agonizing couple of seconds, its actions perfectly in sync with the desires of its master.
Then, like he was on some kind of sick carnival ride, Iterati felt his stomach drop as he was released into the open air. Windmilling his arms, he tumbled forward in slow motion, Nevix's waiting mouth growing closer and closer. The air heated up from his breath, moist and humid, but strangely odorless. The doctor could only appreciate that one small positive for another fraction of a second before everything suddenly went dark with a SNAP!
Then Iterati landed face-first on something wet and squishy and obviously Nevix's tongue. The doctor's boss had just snapped his jaws shut around his prey before Iterati had even landed. The doctor felt himself sliding along the mass,
when suddenly it shifted upward and he felt something slam into his back. Nevix had pressed the snake against the top of his mouth. Iterati felt his world rotate, and suddenly the pressure eased up. He didn't resume sliding toward what was presumably the triceratops's gullet; Nevix must have lowered his head back down.
"H-hello?" Doctor Trousers was almost surprised to hear the sound of his own, trembling voice. He'd been too terrified to speak a word up to this point. The sound buzzed a tiny bit around him, bouncing off of gums that were used to much deeper and more commanding voices reverberating through them. "N-Nevix--"
Nevix's tongue undulated from underneath the doctor and forced him to the side. He felt the air around him leave and suddenly he was engulfed on all sides from either gum or tongue matter. The tongue continued to move around him,
forcing him to rotate as the doctor desperately held his breath. The tongue then hooked itself around the snake and air flooded into the mouth again, just long enough for Iterati to quickly gasp for another breath before he was taken across the mouth and pressed up against the other side.
It was then that Iterati realized that Nevix was suckling on him.
The doctor's thoughts were sparse, as he found he needed to focus for the majority of the time trying not to suffocate as Nevix sucked on him like a piece of candy. In some kind of twisted act of "mercy", the dinosaur occasionally opened his lips and sucked in some precious, cool fresh air that Iterati quickly gasped at before his mouth closed and it instantly became hot and musty again. Days passed--or it might as well have been days--and Iterati lost feeling around most of his body. His labcoat was plastered to his scales, pressure-sealed onto him and utterly soaked in saliva. The doctor could just barely register motion as Nevix paced around, or traveled around the facility. He couldn't tell what his boss was doing or where he was going at this point.
The doctor had almost gotten something resembling comfortable, pressed up between the sides of Nevix's mouth and his teeth, when he suddenly felt Nevix's mouth rumble. A low bass echoed around him and through him and Iterati suddenly realized that Nevix was saying something, but being so close to the source of the sound, he couldn't make out what it was. Another protocol, maybe? The doctor soon realize that Nevix was tilting his head down, and a sudden burst of air blasted Iterati forward.
Iterati rocketed out of Nevix's mouth and he felt something hard and metal slam against him. Nevix had just spit the doctor out into the waiting grasp of a robotic arm, whose fingers quickly coiled around him and held him in its usual vice-like grip. Iterati was used to the pressure around him at this point, but the cold metal of the hands quickly sapped all of the heat through his spit-soaked clothes, and a small irrational part of the snake almost wanted to crawl back into his boss's mouth for warmth.
Said boss was muttering another protocol, and he stood and casually watched as another robotic arm sprouted from the ceiling, clutching a syringe filled with some kind of liquid. Before Iterati could question what was going on, the hand holding him gave him a quick squeeze, forcing the doctor's mouth open in surprise. The other hand simultaneously squirted the liquid into Iterati's mouth with precise aim and timing. The doctor could barely register what was making its way down his gullet until he had reflexively swallowed nearly a quarter syringe's worth. At that point, the other hand quickly retracted into the ceiling and the hand holding Iterati gently lowered down to the floor before unceremoniously dumping the doctor face-first onto it.
Iterati coughed and sputtered, fleck of the liquid he'd just downed spraying onto the otherwise-immaculate floor before him. Said floor suddenly started growing distant. At the same time, everything else started growing closer. Then Iterati realized that he was growing, blissfully gradually compared to the violent dwindling that the explosion had caused. He stopped when his head just barely managed to clear the tables and cupboards around him; the room was still meant for someone over twice his height even at full size, but it was normal to the doctor at this point.
Iterati felt a pair of eyes on him, no less intimidating than when he was shrunken down. He whirled around to see Nevix, still towering over him at a good eight-and-a-half feet tall.
"Consider that a warning," he said flatly. Somehow Doctor Trousers felt even more intimidated by his boss speaking directly to him as opposed to towering over him like some kind of deity. "You are still useful to me. But no more mistakes."
The dinosaur walked casually around the table, past the trembling, sticky wreck of a doctor.
"Y-y-y-yes, s-sir. Th-thank you, s-sir," Iterati squeaked.
Nevix didn't reply as he lumbered out of the room and closed the door behind him.
Iterati stood there for a few moments, broken, but then he suddenly jolted. He still had a job to do, and Nevix had just given him a second chance. Without anymore hesitation, Doctor Iterati Trousers turned around and got back to work.
This is the second part of
NevixRaptor's commission. I actually intended to make only one picture--this one--with the arms, but he inspired me to make the previous picture to give this one a bit of a lead up into.
Then, like he was on some kind of sick carnival ride, Iterati felt his stomach drop as he was released into the open air. Windmilling his arms, he tumbled forward in slow motion, Nevix's waiting mouth growing closer and closer. The air heated up from his breath, moist and humid, but strangely odorless. The doctor could only appreciate that one small positive for another fraction of a second before everything suddenly went dark with a SNAP!
Then Iterati landed face-first on something wet and squishy and obviously Nevix's tongue. The doctor's boss had just snapped his jaws shut around his prey before Iterati had even landed. The doctor felt himself sliding along the mass,
when suddenly it shifted upward and he felt something slam into his back. Nevix had pressed the snake against the top of his mouth. Iterati felt his world rotate, and suddenly the pressure eased up. He didn't resume sliding toward what was presumably the triceratops's gullet; Nevix must have lowered his head back down.
"H-hello?" Doctor Trousers was almost surprised to hear the sound of his own, trembling voice. He'd been too terrified to speak a word up to this point. The sound buzzed a tiny bit around him, bouncing off of gums that were used to much deeper and more commanding voices reverberating through them. "N-Nevix--"
Nevix's tongue undulated from underneath the doctor and forced him to the side. He felt the air around him leave and suddenly he was engulfed on all sides from either gum or tongue matter. The tongue continued to move around him,
forcing him to rotate as the doctor desperately held his breath. The tongue then hooked itself around the snake and air flooded into the mouth again, just long enough for Iterati to quickly gasp for another breath before he was taken across the mouth and pressed up against the other side.
It was then that Iterati realized that Nevix was suckling on him.
The doctor's thoughts were sparse, as he found he needed to focus for the majority of the time trying not to suffocate as Nevix sucked on him like a piece of candy. In some kind of twisted act of "mercy", the dinosaur occasionally opened his lips and sucked in some precious, cool fresh air that Iterati quickly gasped at before his mouth closed and it instantly became hot and musty again. Days passed--or it might as well have been days--and Iterati lost feeling around most of his body. His labcoat was plastered to his scales, pressure-sealed onto him and utterly soaked in saliva. The doctor could just barely register motion as Nevix paced around, or traveled around the facility. He couldn't tell what his boss was doing or where he was going at this point.
The doctor had almost gotten something resembling comfortable, pressed up between the sides of Nevix's mouth and his teeth, when he suddenly felt Nevix's mouth rumble. A low bass echoed around him and through him and Iterati suddenly realized that Nevix was saying something, but being so close to the source of the sound, he couldn't make out what it was. Another protocol, maybe? The doctor soon realize that Nevix was tilting his head down, and a sudden burst of air blasted Iterati forward.
Iterati rocketed out of Nevix's mouth and he felt something hard and metal slam against him. Nevix had just spit the doctor out into the waiting grasp of a robotic arm, whose fingers quickly coiled around him and held him in its usual vice-like grip. Iterati was used to the pressure around him at this point, but the cold metal of the hands quickly sapped all of the heat through his spit-soaked clothes, and a small irrational part of the snake almost wanted to crawl back into his boss's mouth for warmth.
Said boss was muttering another protocol, and he stood and casually watched as another robotic arm sprouted from the ceiling, clutching a syringe filled with some kind of liquid. Before Iterati could question what was going on, the hand holding him gave him a quick squeeze, forcing the doctor's mouth open in surprise. The other hand simultaneously squirted the liquid into Iterati's mouth with precise aim and timing. The doctor could barely register what was making its way down his gullet until he had reflexively swallowed nearly a quarter syringe's worth. At that point, the other hand quickly retracted into the ceiling and the hand holding Iterati gently lowered down to the floor before unceremoniously dumping the doctor face-first onto it.
Iterati coughed and sputtered, fleck of the liquid he'd just downed spraying onto the otherwise-immaculate floor before him. Said floor suddenly started growing distant. At the same time, everything else started growing closer. Then Iterati realized that he was growing, blissfully gradually compared to the violent dwindling that the explosion had caused. He stopped when his head just barely managed to clear the tables and cupboards around him; the room was still meant for someone over twice his height even at full size, but it was normal to the doctor at this point.
Iterati felt a pair of eyes on him, no less intimidating than when he was shrunken down. He whirled around to see Nevix, still towering over him at a good eight-and-a-half feet tall.
"Consider that a warning," he said flatly. Somehow Doctor Trousers felt even more intimidated by his boss speaking directly to him as opposed to towering over him like some kind of deity. "You are still useful to me. But no more mistakes."
The dinosaur walked casually around the table, past the trembling, sticky wreck of a doctor.
"Y-y-y-yes, s-sir. Th-thank you, s-sir," Iterati squeaked.
Nevix didn't reply as he lumbered out of the room and closed the door behind him.
Iterati stood there for a few moments, broken, but then he suddenly jolted. He still had a job to do, and Nevix had just given him a second chance. Without anymore hesitation, Doctor Iterati Trousers turned around and got back to work.
This is the second part of
NevixRaptor's commission. I actually intended to make only one picture--this one--with the arms, but he inspired me to make the previous picture to give this one a bit of a lead up into.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Macro / Micro
Species Snake / Serpent
Size 1280 x 720px
File Size 65.6 kB
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