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Elisa Bell trotted down the path, enjoying the feel of the cool night air. A midnight stroll in the park was always one of her favorite ways to relax...feeling the cool, quiet breeze brush against and through her coat and mane, as her hooves quietly tapped out the rhythm of her walk in the night's silence, was a special joy. It was in her blood, she supposed, something buried deep within the nature of every centaur like her that celebrated the simple joys that equine legs in motion could bring. No matter how far her species might advance socially, she was a centaur, and she was born to trot and gallop.

Elisa was a gorgeous woman, fair skinned and redheaded, with large bright green eyes. She possessed a small button nose, which never failed receive compliments for how cute it was, and a very slender, graceful neck. Her chest was usually considered one of her most attractive features, two rounded, sharply peaked swells that just barely called for a B cup. Her waist was trim and decently muscled leading down to her equine half...and if her upper body was demure and attractively feminine, then her lower body was an absolute knockout. She had a powerful but lean equine half, similar to a Dutch Warmblood, powerfully muscled yet in no way bulky or overwhelming. Her coat was a rusty red hue, not as bright as her hair but lovely and eye-catching - what could be seen of it, at least. Like most centaurs, she wore a long, modest skirt that covered most of her body, leaving only her legs bare and exposed. Hers, in particular, came down a little further than most centaurs of her age considered fashionable, much in the way that her tops tended, like the one she wore today, to be unusually modest. But even just a glimpse of those lower legs was enough to tantalize anyone, with her velvety, ladylike cannons, fetlocks carefully groomed to the slightest tufts of hair, and elegantly trimmed hooves that rose ever so slightly taller than average. If anything, her greater modesty just allowed her equine lower legs, this tiny glimpse of her feminine beauty and grace, to better stoke the imagination of any lover of womanly beauty.

Shy and private as Elisa was, though, she had no idea of just how her modesty enhanced her attractiveness. She was simply satisfied to clothe herself to show as little skin and fur as possible, without wearing such concealing clothes that they, themselves, drew attention.

She was just eighteen, at the crossroads of her life. She would be graduating within a few weeks, and she already knew just what kind of future lay ahead of her. Anyone who knew her, of course, was not in the slightest bit surprised that Elisa intended to be a baker - all would agree that she was as sweet as any confection. It would be easy for her, too; Elisa had a natural talent for cooking, and had already received approval from several culinary arts programs.

In spite of her life going at a pleasant pace in the direction she wanted it to, however, everyone needed to burn off some stress every now and then, and Elisa was no different. For her, these quiet, cool nighttime walks were the best way to do it.

Looking around and confirming that the streets were clear, Elisa took off at a full sprint. The feel of the ground under her hooves with each stride sent a small jolt through her body. It was a fun kind of feeling; getting a chance to stretch her muscles and push her body really made her feel alive. No matter how buried under demure personality and pleasant civilization, there were certain instincts that could not be denied, and a centaur's need and joy for stretching her legs and feeling the air as she crashed through it with a powerful gallop was one such intrinsic behavior.

“Well, that's quite the sight! Not often that I find such a tasty-looking midnight snack,” came a low, sensuous voice, suddenly cutting through the sound of Elisa's hooffalls.

Coming to a quick stop, the girl looked around. “Hello?” she called out. There was no sight of anyone else. Tensing up a little, Elisa chewed her lower lip. The desire to run free and fast was not the only instinct inherent to centaurs... a natural fear anything strange and unseen was likewise still embedded deep in her mind, far stronger the fear a human would usually have.

“Hello right back at you, sexy,” the low, husky voice said, as a figure slipped out of a shadow cast by a tree. For a moment, all of Elisa's instincts, as well as her shy personality, screamed at her to run. But her body refused to listen.

The one speaking was a woman, a naga. At least...maybe a naga. She looked a bit different than any of the nagas that Elisa had met before. From the top of her head to the tip of her tail, she had to be at least thirty feet, probably more. That made her at least twice as long (or tall; Elisa was never quite sure which was right with nagas) as any half-snake Elisa had ever known, or heard of. The woman's human half had dark blue skin, and her snake half was a soft pink, which was another oddity; most nagas had regular human skin tones, and regular snake scale tones.

Her face was sleek and narrow, with almond-shaped eyes which were a mix of black and red. Her lips were painted with the same colors, red on top, black on the bottom. Her hair was a mass of thin, dark braids that were dyed a combination of black and blue. Some of the locks were laced with metallic threads, while others had gems hanging from them that shimmered with each breath. All were capped at the end with a metal snake head.

But these details quickly faded in importance as Elisa's eyes went down. The naga woman's chest was completely bare! She had sizable breasts, close to a D cup, capped with large, dark nipples which were pierced by what looked to be fangs, the pointed tips facing outward on each side. A chain ran between these fangs, connected to their bases, with a small, stylized metal skull held in the middle.

Though Elisa's shock at the woman's brazen, bare chest was distracting, she still did manage to take in the rest of her, too. Farther down, there was a single, large belt hanging loosely around her waist. A huge skull buckle and dozens of small spikes lined it. More shocking still was the fact that her pussy was as bare and naked as her chest; if anything, the woman held herself so that it was prominent, on full display. The soft pink scales parted around it slightly, to show the dark purple inner folds. Her gumball-sized clit, giant even for a naga and even for one as large as she, was pierced vertically with a pair of fangs, though it was technically a small silver bar that pierced the clit - the fangs were simply attached at the base on each side of the giant bud to the silver bar. But the bar was barely even as wide as the clit it ran through, which kept the fangs on each side nestled snugly enough against it that anyone's first glance would have made the same mistake of believing them to be what actually pierced it. Additionally the lips of her quim were dotted with several small metal skull studs running from top to bottom.

Finally, almost as though to parody the fact that all her inappropriate parts were fully uncovered, the woman wore a large, long black leather skirt, almost a corset, along her tail, ending only a few feet from her tail tip.

Elisa was still processing what she was looking at when the naga opened her mouth, showing off a set of fangs and a long, thick, forked tongue that was pierced in both prongs. She tilted her head back, and a thin stream of glowing pink liquid shot from her fangs, and splashed against Elisa's chest, soaking immediately through her top.

The moment it touched her skin, there was a surge of heat. Elisa gasped as the sensation quickly spread as her top filtered the liquid through it. As it soaked into her chest, her nipples grew hard instantly, and her breath became short and heavy.

“You really shouldn't be out here alone at night,” the naga remarked, as she slithered forward slowly, the skull dangling between her breasts swaying, as did the snake heads. “You never know what kind of dangerous people you might meet...”

Elisa knew that she should run away, but her chest felt so heavy, almost like there was a weight in her breasts.

“There's no point in trying to get away, darling. Once you've been dosed with my venom, it's already over,” the naga told her in her low, dangerous voice.

“What...Why are you...?” Elisa started to ask, but the naga put one of her fingers to her lips (how had she gotten in front of Elisa so fast?) and shushed. Up close, Elisa could now see that each of her fingers was covered in a number of rings, and all of her nails were long and very sharp, painted blood red with small flecks of black mixed in with them.

“Don't say a word. Just listen,” the naga said, grinning as she spat another stream of glowing pink venom. This time, it hit Elisa in the face. The venom was hot enough that it felt almost like it was burning her skin. A few drops landed in Elisa's eyes, stinging them slightly. With the venom dripping down her face, she could smell it, heady and sweet. Very sweet, almost overpowering, cloyingly sweet...!

Keeping her mouth shut out of some sense of self preservation, Elisa tried to lift her hands to wipe the venom away, but her hands refused to work. Not that it mattered, as  the burning and stinging soon began to fade from painful to a dull annoyance...just enough that she couldn't stop blinking. But even so, the scent lingered, just as powerful as ever.

“I wonder how long it'll take for my venom to fully effect you?” the naga mused as she slithered forward, her jewelry swaying and jingling, creating an odd sort of rhythm. With the venom still bothering her eyes and making her blink rapidly, Elisa perceived the naga as moving in a strange, entrancing slow motion.

“A nice big girl like you, it might take a bit more than usual...but that's wonderful, for I do so love a challenge. The more work you put into a meal, the more satisfying it is to eat,” the naga purred, licking her lips with that long tongue, the studs in it catching a glint of moonlight.

Elisa at last managed to work up some degree of control and wiped her eyes.

“A meal...you want to eat me...?” she asked, her voice shaky and unsure. She hadn't realized until just now how dizzy she was. Her body felt strangely light, and her head was...fuzzy...

“Looks like I was right. Most girls would have had all their will drip out between their legs by now,” the naga remarked, pleased with Elisa's resilience. “They'd be begging me to fuck them with my tail as deep as they can take it at this point...hmm, I wonder how deep you'll be able to?”

 “You...want to fuck me?” Elisa asked, having trouble sorting out what she was hearing. “I thought you said you were going to eat me?” Not that either option really appealed to her. She just wanted to be sure what fate was awaiting her.

“Hm hm hm," the naga chuckled elegantly, almost as though purring with each tiny laugh. "Well, a little from column A, a little from column B, I suppose. There's not actually a difference between sex and eating for me, you see.

“Anyways, I normally do like to have a bit more fun before I move onto the stronger methods...but with a big girl like you...”

In a split second, the naga shot across the ground, her long sinuous and powerful body coiled around Elisa before the centaur could even finish blinking. The tip of her tail reached under Elisa's skirt, brushing over her panty-clad mare cunt. Her hands went to Elisa's breasts. Her fingers dug into the soft mounds, sharp claws pressing into the tender and sensitive nipples.

“I'm going to make you feel so very good. You'll love it,” she continued. “You just need to let me do what I do for a bit...”

A moment later, there was a sharp pinprick of pain in Elisa's neck. The heat that she had felt before was nothing compared to what now surged through her; it was like fire in her veins! It ripped through her body, searing her from head to hooves.  Elisa could feel it melting away her strength, her willpower...it was almost painful, but extremely pleasurable at the same time.

As the venom coursed through her, it burned away Elisa's natural protection from sensory overload. Her entire body was suddenly hundreds of times more sensitive; she was suddenly aware of every single atom of her skin. The feeling of her clothing was nearly unbearable, suffocating and harsh and heavy, and she could sense every tiny movement of the naga's coils around her body, applying gentle, soothing pressure to her. She could feel the naga's pulse through her scales, a slow, steady rhythm...it was different from her own heartbeat, which she was also far more aware of than usual. It was so much faster, so much louder...! Elisa could hear the blood pounding in her ears, and she could feel it, as well. Hot and burning, going right into her brain and poisoning her very thoughts!

The feeling of the snake tail rubbing against her pussy was so intense that Elisa thought she might have an orgasm right on the spot.

“Oh, but where are my manners? Bitten, enwrapped, seething with perfect pleasure, and all without knowing by whom!" The naga coiled back, and bowed her human half low. "My name is Leclair, my big, lovely darling. Charmed to make your acquaintance, my delicious morsel...but perhaps not as charmed as you."

Leclair shifted herself around, so that she was face to face with Elisa, hands still fondling her breasts. “I'm going to give you an extra strong dose of venom, just to be sure. You're such a big girl, after all...wouldn't want to accidentally deny you the full delights I can bestow on you, just for want of enough venom, after all.” She moved her hands to Elisa's back, and slowly raised them. Leclair then lightly scratched the back of the centaur's neck, and buried her hands in the mass of coppery red hair and mane.

Leclair then kissed Elisa, and as she did, she coiled her tongue around hers and tugged it past the centaur's lips, out into the night air. Once it was exposed just enough, Leclair bit down with her fangs, piercing the tender organ. Elisa could only whimper softly as the burning pain started anew...but now, as it spread, she began to taste it. Just like when she had smelled it, it was overwhelming and sweet. The saccharine flavor contrasted sharply with the heat and pain, creating an odd contradiction of sensations in Elisa's brain.

Leclair broke the kiss, and looked into her prey's eyes. Those dark, black eyes with sharp red pupils seemed to stare into the girl's mind, her soul, the core of who she was. Studying her. On some tiny primal level, Elisa thought it felt like the gaze of a predator, savoring the moment before a kill...