Randy was trying to navigate the crowded traffic on City 31's central highway, realizing he was already late for his new gig at Burger Palace. The hapless man cursed his luck, as the eight-lane thoroughfare clogged with idling cars. Checking his phone, Randy learned that, apparently, a Gray Phoenix terrorist attack up ahead had forced traffic to crawl to a standstill. Cop cars were all over the place, as well as armored special operations vans.
Knowing it was beyond redemption, he grudgingly phoned in to work, "Hey, Xaldo? Yeah, It's Randy Hormel, I-- Yeah, I know I'm late, man... I mean, Muton. Traffic's all congested, I don't know when I'll be able to make it in." The angry, inhuman snarls of his manager informed Randy that he should report for business as promptly as possible, that or avoid the place for the foreseeable future.
After almost an hour of waiting, Randy was waved past a series of shot up, wrecked cars by inter-species police. He felt a bit nervous passing the city's armed security forces, the aliens among them reminding Randy of when Advent ruled the planet with an iron fist. But as he drove past the debris, and his favorite song played on the radio, the anxious latecomer began to relax.
Humming along to the exotic vocalizations of the band's Sectoid singer, it took several moments for Randy to register the police sirens behind him. Assuming it was related to the earlier street battle, it wasn't until the City 31 police cruiser pulled in dangerously close to his rear bumper that Randy realized he was being pulled over. His stress over the delay was compounded, as Randy realized he had been pulled over by a 'reformed' alien police trooper, one of the serpentine vipers. The panicked man desperately clutched his steering wheel, sweating slightly, as the scaled creature slithered up to his window. Peering down and lowering her mirrored sunglasses, the alien snake woman asked, "Sir, I'm going to need you to step out of the car. Get out here on those big, long hairy human legs of yours."
Randy was caught off guard, quickly asking back "What? But why, what did I even do? I was driving the speed limit and--" but the police viper just slapped his face with a long-fingered, scaly hand.
"Sir, I'd caution you that anything you say can, and will, be used in the court of law. Are you aware that you fit a description? You look like the man from my dreams. I'm going to need to take you in for questioning." Randy stared back at the policewoman's reptilian eyes, dumbfounded.
"I, but... What? I-I can show you my insurance!" he said, reaching for his glove box in confusion.
"Resisting arrest!" the snake woman loudly declared, as she effortlessly smashed his half-lowered window to pieces, and opened her stubby, scaled muzzle wide. Randy shrieked with impressively high pitch as the alien serpent's unreasonably long tongue shot out, and cinched tightly around his body like a bola. With his arms wrapped to his sides, legs kicking, the viper woman used her bifurcated, prehensile tongue to yank the skinny man out of his car window. Once she had him out of the car, the serpentine police officer was slithering and coiling all over him in a frenzy. The viper wrestled Randy against his vehicle with needless force, dragging him over to his front hood with irresistible strength.
The arrested man was trying to explain things in a hysteric yammer, as tears rolled freely from Randy's puffy-red eyes, a bubble of snot forming from his panting nostrils. This was all like a nightmare for him. The officer kept him down with one long, scaly arm, saying "Sir, I'm going to need you to calm down. Stop resisting me, or you're going to have a hard time here." Randy had the presence of mind to comply, as he wheezed emotionally, trying to ignore the touch of the alien women. Her presence triggered traumatic memories of abuse suffered under the Advent's cruel reign. He realized all of the traffic through City 31's main highway could see him there, awkwardly pulled over on the thin highway margins.
"Uhh, Ma'am? O-officer? Why are you unbuckling my pants?" Randy asked, as he suddenly felt the wind of the highway on his rear.
"Sir, I need to induce calmness in you, or check for contraband or... something." the snake woman said, as Randy turned his head around and saw her open mouth lowering over his posterior.
"What the fuck!?" Randy exclaimed, as the serpent used her dexterous tongue to lower his underwear, exposing his hairy rump. Passing cars began slowing and honking loudly at the spectacle, as Randy's arresting officer worked her scaly muzzle around his butt, her tongue wantonly wriggling against his anus. Randy didn't dare resist, even as the slimy tip of the snake woman's tongue slipped past his sphincter. "This can't be happening!" he yelled into his carhood. The large, flexible maw of the viper officer easily latched around his scrawny ass as she stared back at him through her shades. He just lay there, enduring the unwanted anal exploration, hoping the viper woman's scaly cobra hood was obscuring the sight from gawking motorists.
After several minutes of this treatment, the dominating reptile relented. Randy whimpered loudly when the cop withdrew her long tongue from his rectum with a wet squelch. Before Randy could cope with his first anal experience, the big snake woman effortlessly flipped him over, laying him back on his car hood. Randy meekly shielded his face in terror as she slithered up against his chest, and firmly grabbed his thin wrists. "Sir, my venom glands are swollen and need attention. I'm going to need you to unbutton my blouse and give these poison-puppies a massage," the snake woman hissed authoritatively, guiding his hands to her tight police shirt. Randy just stammered in confusion as he clumsily undid the little buttons on the snake woman's shirt, revealing two perfectly round, scaly breasts.
As the viper lowered her chest close to his face, Randy began awkwardly kneading the alien spheres. The scared man inwardly cringed as he realized they had no nipples, and felt much cooler than a human woman's bosoms. "Sir, I'm going to need you to give my toxin-tits a firmer touch, or we'll be here all day," the policewoman hissed, viscous saliva leaking onto his head from her wide mouth. Randy meekly complied, gripping and squeezing the scaly orbs as hard as he dare. The big, serpentine alien responded by resting her chin on the top of his head, hissing and murmuring lightly at his touch. Suddenly, Randy realized the serpentine breasts were beginning to quiver and deflate under his grasp. The snake cop reacted by raising up and turning her head to the side, as she casually spat out a gout of steaming, toxic venom on the concrete highway.
Randy could smell the harsh, stinging chemicals wafting off the drying serpent venom, as he whined "What is that shit, is it safe?"
The snake woman dabbed at a dribble of slimy venom on her chin with the hem of Randy's shirt, answering, "No sir, absolutely not. That's a deadly neurotoxin. Anyway, it's your turn now."
"My turn? For what?" Randy asked skeptically, as the viper's scaled body slithered down his frame, her scaly snout trailing down his chest and belly.
"Sir, it's only fair I milk the tension from your swollen glands. But first, I'll need to frisk you for any dangerous objects or substances."
The overwhelmed commuter barely managed to hike his underwear back up, before the viper woman turned him back around, and dragged him down to his feet. Her version of 'frisking' involved fondling over Randy's entire, lanky body, ripping his shirt open as she ran her scaly fingers over his nipples. Randy squealed in shame as passing cars continued to honk, while the snake woman's inquisitive, clawed fingers went all over his body, before settling around the hem of his underwear.
Before he could even offer a token resistance, the insistent officer had his briefs hoisted down. "Oh hey, look's like we've got some real contraband here," the viper cop hissed, before nuzzling at Randy's growing erection. "Sir, do you have a concealed carry permit? You're hiding a lethal weapon here. You know, it's unsafe to carry a round loaded in the chamber like this," the snake woman hissed coyly, her reptilian tongue flickering against his exposed penis.
"This has to be illegal, are you even a cop!?" Randy asked, staring down in confusion at the scaly snout probing at his groin.
"Call me 'Lizzy'," the viper woman replied, before opening her jaws wide and effortlessly enveloping his member. Randy was immediately overcome by the intense feeling of the officer's serpentine mouth around his throbbing dick. Lizzy eagerly pressed her parted lips to the base of his manhood, the snug pressure making the ridges on the roof of her mouth tantalize his sensitive head. Her tongue drove him crazy as it wrapped and undulated around his length, rocking his foreskin and tickling at his glans. The snake woman firmly grasped Randy's hips for leverage, her scaly fingers tenderly rubbing at his side in sensuous little movements as she wantonly suckled him. Her slit-pupil eyes peered up from under her sunglasses, anxiously scanning the reaction on his face as she relentlessly worked his length with her expert oral ministrations.
Randy felt his legs tremble, as his penis twitched between her wet lips. Instinctively, Randy grasped at the sides of the viper woman's scaly cobra hood, feeling it gently flexing up and down in rhythm with her sucking. Lizzy was making little hissing, pleased noises as she nursed his phallus. Randy would never forget the muffled, wet squelching noises that emanated from her maw, as he endured her relentless tongue play. "O-Officer! I'm coming!" Randy warned, as Lizzy firmly locked her jaws in place, her tongue working his penis in a languid, circular, milking motion. The incensed man grabbed the viper's hood firmly, as he automatically began bucking into the snake woman's muzzle. Lizzy was still rubbing her hands lovingly up and down Randy's body as he came. The intense sexual eruption was making his legs give out, making him lean over his serpentine lover's head for support. Lizzy bore his weight effortlessly, while she gradually squeezed out every last drop of his semen, her tongue and rippling throat whisking it into her depths.
Randy just stood there, ignoring traffic as he curled over the big, scaly crest of his lover. The man's post-coital senses returned as she tapped at his back, urging him to withdraw. His deflated member trailed several thick, viscous strands of snake saliva as Lizzy reluctantly released it from her maw. She lingered at his crotch for a moment, beaming up at him with her big, reptilian eyes. Then, Lizzy adjusted her shades, and reared up on her sinuous length. Now staring down at Randy, she asked "Sir, are you aware that your sperm tastes like pineapple? I'm going to need to take you in to the station for some further sample analysis, this was inconclusive. I'll also need to discern how you respond to some of the narcotics from our evidence locker."
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"You have got to be fucking kidding me. Why are doing this Lizzy? Is this just what alien snake women... do?" Randy asked from the back of her patrol car, trying to adjust to the handcuffs at his wrists.
The viper's expression was unreadable behind her shades, as she tersely hissed "Sir, are you aware of how you respond to Viagra or bootleg Cialis? Are you even aware of the anatomy of a snake, or what a cloaca is?"