Alois Meets Tutankhobra

Alois couldn't believe how bad his luck was right now. He'd ended up in this weird desert somehow - probably some time portal shenanigans, it always was - and had no idea if any of his friends would be looking for him at the moment. The closest thing in this wide, almost cartoonish sea of dunes was a boxy ruin of sorts, it's darker stone standing out like a beacon in the pale sand, and Alois made the immediate mistake of seeking refuge from the sweltering heat within it's depths. The next thing he knew, as he approached the threshhold of what he assumed was a temple, he suddenly found he wasn't alone - some crazy, half-dressed snake lady appeared out of nowhere and immediately started trying to chat him up, whilst being all too interested in getting her tail around him.

Alois hated snakes.

He'd never confronted one that had a human upper body, though. And, although he wasn't ever going to say this out loud ever, he'd never met a snake-lady who was, in several words, this level of gorgeous. Normally he didn't pay much attention, romantic or sexual, to anybody in that way - he just plain wasn't interested, especially when he had enough problems with his life in general or being used as a dude in distress. But even as he wiggled on the spot, batting impatiently at the lengths of scaly tail that kept creeping up his body, he found that his eyes kept being drawn, alternately, to either her wide hips or irresponsibly-large boobs, the latter of which seemed to defy physics through sheer willpower alone. One thing was for sure, he thought to himself - she definitely wouldn't be wanting for a boyfriend, or even a girlfriend if she swung that way.

Sadly for him, she saw him looking.

"See something you like, sweetie?" she teased, one eyebrow raised. Alois felt his face go red from the implications, but struggled to keep up his usual grumpy, sarcastic demeanour in the face of this unusual situation.

"Unless your tits dispense soft-serve ice cream," he snapped, "then no! Now let go of me!" And he made an effort to shrug off the encroaching coils, whose persistance in winding around his body was admirable, if all too creepy. But the only response to that was not only the tail's refusal to stop feeling him up, but a coquettish giggle from its owner, the lamia clearly amused at his teenage attempts at defiance.

"Aaaw," she cooed, "somebody's in a bad mood!"

And then, "Let me get that for you..." she added, her voice dropping to a sultry purr as, with a hiss of scales across sand, she leaned in close to the brunet.

"Hey, back the fuck up!" Alois craned his head back, trying to put some space between him and the obviously loco lamia. "And what's going on with your...?!"

His question trailed off as he made his second mistake and looked her in the eyes. And then he couldn't look away at all, staring open-mouthed as the shining rings of blue and yellow filled his vision, blotting out all other sensations and draining away what resistance he'd mustered up. Within a minute, his limbs had gone completely limp, the youth merely standing in place and completely losing the will to move or push his new acquaintance away. A fine sheen of sweat started to build on his skin, beading upon his face and starting to trickle in small droplets, and he couldn't tell if it was from the desert heat or from the strange, new warmth that was pooling out from his belly and tricking through his body like gooey honey...

Tutankhobra pulled back, smiling at her handiwork, and resumed her task of coiling the boy up. He'd put up a fight, she had to give him that, but he'd made the classic mistake of leaving his guard open - focusing so much on her tail he didn't notice anything else. It was a little trick she often pulled with other guests to her temple, and it clear hadn't lost it's effectiveness one bit, considering the dazed expression on Alois' flushed face as his eyes reflected her hypnotic rings, and the limp way he stood in front of her, allowing her expanse of tail to wind up his body. Perhaps now that he was a bit calmer, she could possibly have some actual fun with him...

"Now," she purred, a smirk on her lips, "let me repeat the question..." And as she spoke, she folded her arms behind her and deliberately pushed her chest out, causing her breasts to jiggle enticingly within the tight, constraining fabric of her top. She wasn't even sure if Alois was looking at them, but in all fairness there wasn't any chance that he wasn't; with his attention held completely on her, and her womanly assets barely a metre from his face, there wasn't much else to look at. Caught deep in her spell, with her coils now spiralling up to his chest and lovingly hugging his body, there was really only one answer the entranced teen could give - and Tutti knew it.

"See something you like~?"

"Uuuh... Y-yeah..." As expected, Alois couldn't think of anything else to say.

"Mmm-hmm-hmm! Much better~!" The Serpent Queen permitted herself a grin as she fixed her gaze upon the zipper of his jacket...

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Dedicated to my main man . Which is a flimsy way of saying I drew fanart of his character and mine.

Alois doesn't like snakes - we all know that. But maybe Tutti here can do something about that - in her own way, of course. If this doesn't cure him...

So yeah, I was gonna do another Hypno No. 9 image. But by the time I decided to do that, I'd already drawn most of the lineart for this image. So I went "fuck it" and finished this one instead. It also occured to me halfway through that I gave Tutti giant hips thanks to the image I was referencing - that I can excuse, though, because if you're gonna have coils that thick then you better have something to carry them with :U. Another slip-up from me is the lack of a story blurb...

...which I would say, if I hadn't already just written one! PSYCHE! And major thanks to TightSquish for linking me to Alois' bio - it gave me quite a lot of insight into his character, which meant I felt a lot more comfortable writing him that I've done in the past.

Not too hapy with one or two things here. The fact that I had to confine Alois' hypno-face to a tiny panel in the corner of the picture is the major annoyance here, especially since it seems to be in the wrong corner altogether. I didn't want to obscure the coils, you see, but if peeps think I ought to change it, then I might upload a new version with an altered layout. If nobody cares either way, though, then I'll keep this as it is . Also, I mostly did this image because writing those story blurbs for those comics got me on an Alois kick of some kind, but if TightSquish has a problem with me drawing lewd hypno-art of his OC, then I may have to pull this image quick-sharp and apologize profusely.

...one of these days, I'll talk about my other two big inspirations on here, instead of just one guy

UPDATE: STORY BLURB, BITCHES!

Alois Peterson (c)
Queen Tutankhobra (c) TheScaleTrain, who does community service by taking kids to the beach.