Snakefucking etc.

	Nate lay in the sofa of his dressing room, shedding away fatigue from a tiring day. His rendition of Brycen-Man Strikes Back Harder had been a massive success after much toil and sweat over the script and getting the choreography just right, and now he had no wish to join the rowdy celebrations outside in the Pokestar Studios.

	Near him a Serperior peeked out the window, looking longingly at the partying outside. Brycen and his team were all there for autographs to a crowd of raving fans, and she wanted some of that attention. A lot of it, really.

	"No, Vi, we're not going out there. Do I have to remind you that I did more work than any of you? Writing the script, focus testing, and dealing with that Sharpedo's a real chore. You'd know that."

	Nate stretched out, trying to relax more however he possibly could. His room was for only the finest of stars and easily shut out the noise outside, but Vi's rubbing against the windows made the most terrible sound he could think of at the moment.
	"Vi. Really want to go bask in the limelight?"

	"Daa!" The serpent barked out hopefully.

	"Without me? Who do you think is responsible for you even getting to start in all these award-winning films? That soda pop we just had even has your picture on it.  So you get to hog all the glory for yourself after everything we went through?"

	Vi lowered her head, ashamed. Nate did have a point, it wouldn't be fair if he didn't have any of today's fare while she did.
	"Maybe when you earn it, I'll let you have some more." Nate said while lounging on his side. He breathed in, readying his voice like he would for an important line.

	"Come here, Vi."

	The large snake slithered over to his side, wondering what her trainer would want from her.

	"While you played around in the studio pools and filled one of your own with soda pop yesterday, I was redoing the last few scenes of our upcoming film. It hurts all over now, so be a dear and massage me, would you?"

	  "Jaa?"

	Vi looked at him puzzled. She'd seen her trainer receive massages before, but those were from human masseuses with limbs. She used to have them as a Snivy, but was what left of them now were far too stubby to be of any use.

	"Not sure how? Too bad then, looks like you'll be with me in here till tomorrow morning..."

	She went a little flustered, thinking quickly how she might satisfy him. Maybe her tail would work? She pulled up her leafy tail and, controlling her strength carefully, pressed down on Nate's back.

	"Oh! You might be able to do it after all. It won't feel very nice for me unless my back is bare, though. Vi, take off my shirt for me."

	Nate sat up, what would have been a mischievous smile suppressed into a slight lip quiver. He was a little relieved that Vi missed it, intent with undoing his buttons she was. Her mouth slowly but steadily learned to work them into their holes, squeezing them through to make his clothing come loose. It took a few minutes until she was done with the last, but in the end she had his shirt in her mouth, then threw it into the laundry basket where it was supposed to go. Her trainer yawned and stretched again, then lay prone on the sofa.

	"Come on, then." He listened to her soft purring as Vi rubbed her tail end over Nate's back, the leaves gently teasing out his strains.