Whoops, so I forgot to post that I got all the new Lamia Pathsways segments up, the last one had to wait until after March because I didn’t get it up in time before I moved to the new apartment.

But even worse, I forgot until just now that there was also a commissioned story waiting to be made public! This is a story between Mira and Wren, commissioned by Chase.

Commission for Chase ft. Mira and Wren

On that note, there’s a couple other commissioned stories that are going to be made available through my Patreon soon, and will go public in a week. As usual, if you donate $3+ you can read the story on my Discord server. They’re about what it’s like to date Enna! Anne, Belle, and Mira make side appearances, too.

However, there’s something else new for everyone to read, a new microstory I threw together over the weekend! if you become submissive and defenseless from hearing a phrase as simple as “good girl” or “good boy” or “good dog” then you’re an evolutionary weak link. imagine if a snake found out and used this against you.

Content warning: non-consensual hypnosis, coils, tail groping between legs, good girl, good dog, puppy girl

Melanie trudged through the forest, her piercing stare fierce enough to set a bush on fire. She’d stare down if she didn’t need to look for threats in the forest, so as it was she stared with a brow furrowed enough to squeeze knives out of her stare.

Threats—not like the forest had any real threats. Supposedly bears and mountain lions hunted in the area, but Melanie didn’t worry. Animals were dumb. She could outsmart anything she passed by. Her dark stare would probably be enough to intimidate anything, coupled with her tall frame, but ignoring that the animals hunted all on instinct anyway. They couldn’t do anything to surprise her, anything to really disable her without charging at her first.

None of them would probably even see her, anyway. Her black high-necked long-sleeved shirt, black skirt past her knees, dark gloves, black boots, long dark hair covering half her face—a goth in her style blended in with the dark forest as well as a black cat.

The forest was not her style, though, and she wanted to get out and back to civilization as soon as possible.

Melanie felt a tug on her arm as something pulled her back. She sighed, expecting another of those sharp, sticky branches, but she gasped when something squeezed her arm and pulled her off the ground, lifting her into the tree.

“Say, now, what do we have here?”

Melanie stared at the svelte woman curled up in the tree, her body past her hips stretched into a long body covered in dazzling scales as dark indigo as anything Melanie wore, pink stripes drizzled over in a pattern like strawberry syrup. Melanie glanced at her arm to see the end of the tail around her arm, and she yanked the tail off her, stepping onto the thick branch as if a ballerina, despite her heavily-treading boots.

The lamia laughed and stretched upward, rising higher than Melanie’s normally-impressive height.

“It’s a human lost all alone in the jungle,” the lamia said.

“I’m not lost,” Melanie said. “I know exactly where I’m going, which is out of this tree.” She headed for the tree’s trunk, but the lamia swayed in her way.

“But don’t you know this forest is dangerous, human?” The lamia smiled and leaned close. “You wouldn’t want to run into trouble you can’t handle, would you?”

The lamia’s smile twisted into a shocked frown as Melanie slapped her palm into her face before shoving the lamia aside and resuming her march.

“The only thing dangerous around here is me,” she said. “I’m the trouble that anything in this forest can’t handle.”

“Oh my, you’re quite sure of yourself,” the lamia said. “Bold, assertive, but much too eager to be on your way. Why not stay and rest a while, the forest is a hard trek, and to leave so soon would be so rude.”

For the first time that day Melanie smirked. She looked back at the lamia with her sharp, toothy smirk.

“That’s me. Rude ‘tude, and shrewd to boot.”

She turned back, but the lamia slithered close behind her.

“But that’s not you, deep down inside,” she said. “Deep down you’re really such a good girl, aren’t you?”

At those two words Melanie tensed up. Good girl. All her muscles wanted to fall to the branch and bow in submission. She shook off the yearning—she just wanted to get home.

“You’re a good girl who wants to stay and visit her host, aren’t you?”

Melanie hissed and bit her tongue as her mouth tried to form the response, ‘Yes.’ She turned and glared at the lamia, trying to sharpen the dulled edge of her stare.

“Absolutely not, I am bad, I am, I’m downright vicious, I, I—” Her glare softened to a lost gaze, distracted by the pulsing pinks and violets flowing through the lamia’s eyes. “I’m, I’m ba—bad, I . . .”

“You’re a good girl,” the lamia said, “and you’re going to give me your full attention.”

“Ba . . . goo . . . full . . .”

Melanie felt the colors squirm into her mind, and she gasped. She covered her face and half-turned away from the lamia.

“What—what are you, what are you trying to do to me?”

The lamia shushed her.

“Be a good girl, now, and let me look into your eyes.”

Melanie hissed as she tried to grip her self-control, but as one hand lowered and her eye stared into the lamia’s gorgeous colors her hiss softened to a sigh. The rings pulsed through her vision, splashing the colors over her mind, and she felt them flood over her sight.

“There’s a good girl,” the lamia cooed. She curled her tail over Melanie’s neck and pressed close against her, resting their foreheads together. “Both eyes, please, give me your full attention like a good girl.”

“Uhh, uhh, uhh, uh-huh.” Melanie dropped her other hand, her arms hanging limply before her as she stared wide-eyed into the lamia’s hypnotic colors.

The lamia chuckled and wrapped her tail further around Melanie’s neck like a plush, scaly scarf, while she bound the good girl’s arms in thicker loops of her body.

“Now, be a good girl, and say, ‘Yes, my master,’” the lamia said.

Melanie swallowed against the coils around her neck. Her thoughts tried to push against the tide of colors washing away her mind, but she wanted to be a good girl. Good girl. Good girl. She sighed as the coils squeezed around her body, constricting her movement as the spell constricted her mind.

“Y-Yes,” she mumbled, “my, my m-m-m-masterrrr.” The coils around her neck squeezed tight, and she gulped, swallowing the lamia’s command as her spell swallowed Melanie’s mind.

“Good girl.”

She grinned as she wrapped her scaly body further around Melanie, squeezing her hips and binding her legs. She lifted the good girl, hanging her in the air by her coils, and she giggled. Melanie panted and moaned as the lamia squeezed her tail under Melanie’s skirt and between her legs.

“You humans are such easy prey.” The lamia rubbed Melanie under her chin. As she pressed her face into a smile Melanie’s last remaining thoughts surrendered to being a good girl and submitting to whatever her her master wished. Her eyes stared wide into the lamia’s, the colors washing away any lingering resistance clinging to her mind.

As the lamia pressed her tail thicker and tighter between Melanie’s legs, the good girl jolted with pleasure and whined for more. The lamia giggled.

“You might be even easier prey,” she said. She wrapped an arm behind Melanie’s head and petted her. “You’re just a good dog, aren’t you? A sweet little dog who wants to be a good girl, aren’t you?”

Melanie’s tongue hung out and she panted, mind crumbling to the positive reinforcement of being a good, obedient dog for her loving master. The lamia held her chin and pressed her mouth shut.

“A good dog deserves lots of good, deep kisses.”

She kissed Melanie’s lips and squeezed her tighter into her embrace, wrapping her mind tighter into her control until Melanie was nothing but a good subby puppy girl for her wonderful master.