(Warning, contains vore and lots of it!)
Slithering though a snowy forest, tongue flicking from her maw, was a large, pink and white naga. She was about 30 feet long, her serpentine body thick and built of strong, but soft feeling scales. And her upper body, her torso, was that of an anthro snake’s. Covered in pink scales with the same dark pink and maroon boa pattern on her back, and the same white belly scales like on her serpentine body. As she slithered along, the sun’s bright rays reflected off her shiny scales as it poked through the leafless trees, the warm soothing her in the cold winter world. But as she made her way further, she picked up on a scent. So she flicked her tongue out, getting a better idea of the scent’s location. Once she figured out what direction to head, she headed there, interested to see what cause this new interesting smell.
She didn’t have to wait long to find out; for laying in a clearing in the middle of the dense for