“It’s not that you did anything wrong, honey. Don’t look at this as a punishment.” Your partner assures you as they wipe a tear from your cheek with one thumb. “You were a good lover. A great one, honestly. I wouldn’t do this if I didn’t love you with all heart.” They coo softly.

So you couldn’t get a firm grasp on spells or rituals, and now your mentor’s run out of patience and sent you to me… That’s okay. I think I can help! Being a good student isn’t everything you know? Stupid, failed witches like you make for the best familiars. All that we need to change is your shape.

Why would you *ever* go dungeon crawling with your romantic partner in tow? No amount of relationship history or chemistry is enough to compete with a seductive, mysterious, physically superior monster. You might as well be walking around with "Cuck!" written on your forehead in red, permanent ink.

Sorry about turning that lithe, elegant maiden you had such a crush on into a drooling, brutish monster that thinks almost entirely with his throbbing cock. He really seems to be enjoying himself, though- so maybe try not to be so self absorbed about it? The least you could do is be happy for him.

I'm gently reminding you of how badly you want to feed a snake! It's silly that you'd forget, because it's been your greatest aspiration for so long. But that's okay, I'm happy to help hopeless perverts like you!
You want to feed a snake.
You want to feed a snake.
You really, really want to.

Snakea.... <3