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This was the worst freak-show that Matt had ever seen. For the past few days since the random invitation arrived in the mail his friend Alyssa had been begging him to go with him, assuring him that everything would be cool and totally original, but so far, it proved to be a bummer.

"Why did I let you bring me here?" he asked her, shaking his brown hair out of his eyes. "All this stuff is so childish. I mean, a real naga? It's probably a costume." He said, pointing to the guy with the top half of his body human, and the bottom half, that of a snake's tail. The only reason the guy was probably drawing up a crowd was because he had no clothing on the top half of his body. That was probably the actual highlight of the freak-show, was seeing a cute guy without a shirt on.

"These corndogs taste like barf…" he went on, mostly just to prove he wanted to leave as they approached a large plant. "… and 'The World's Largest Man-Eating Plant?'" he repeated, reading the words on the plastic plate attached to the protective fence. "Number one, that's the most unoriginal title ever, and it's probably made out of cardboard or something." He said, tossing the moldy tasting corndog in a nearby garbage can.

"I don't know Matt, this thing looks like it's moving," Alyssa told him, watching the plant sway a little back and forth. It was at least three times taller and wider than they were, with a huge stem leading into an oversized pot, and many vines sprawling out and onto the ground around it.

"Yeah right. The day I see this thing actually eat a man, then I'll believe it." Matt smirked.

"Fine, you made your point. But let me just watch this magic show. If you don't like it, then we'll leave," Alyssa said, opening her green eyes wide, trying to give Matt the puppy dog face. Eventually he caved.

"Alright! This last show and that's it," he said_ as they walked through the mud trodden ground towards the last pavilion. As they entered the giant tent, he moved immediately to the back row, not wanting to be close to this probably atrocious performance. The lights dimmed as they took their seats, and a single spotlight came onto the stage as a voice announced.

"Ladies and gentlemen. Prepare your eyes and brains to be blown, by the most incredible feat of magic and trickery that you've ever seen."

Suddenly, in a puff of smoke, a man with a black trench coat appeared onstage, much to the audiences enjoyment.

"Oh, please," Matt groaned to himself, which was followed by an elbow to his ribs by Alyssa.

The sinister looking guy looked around the audience before finally speaking. "Hello, my beautiful friends. I am Voranzo, The Great Magician. And prepare for a show unlike anything you've ever seen." With those words, Matt slumped down in his seat, trying his best not to groan every time the magician pulled some lame trick, like pulling a rabbit out of a hat, or guessing someone's card that they picked.

"Now, for this trick, I will need an assistant, someone young, brave, and strapping." The magician smiled. Alyssa grabbed Matt's hand_ and flung it up in the air. But before Matt could protest, the guy was suddenly by his side with a microphone. "Hello there, boy. Why don't you go ahead and tell us your name, Matt?" he said.

"Uh... I'm- wait a minute!" Matt said, with a burst of laughter from the audience. "How the heck did you know my name?" he asked, genuinely freaked out.

The guy only winked back at him. "I am Voranzo! I know everything." And with that look of confusion on Matt's face, he was pulled up on stage, trying his best not to be blinded by the spotlight. "Tonight! We will see some amazing feats here, in a world first!" Voranzo called out, and the audience burst into applause. "Matt, tell me, have you ever been hypnotized before?"

Matt smirked. "I thought you were Voranzo the great! Shouldn't you know that already?" he asked wittingly, trying to foil his ruse.

"Actually, I'm Voranzo The Magician. And I DO know that you haven't. It's called a rhetorical question. Maybe if you actually attended your English classes, you'd know what that means," the magician shot back, once again leaving Matt dazed. Now this was weird. How did this guy know he skipped his English class?

"Now Matt, I'd like you to stare here into the spinning wheel, and by the time I finish counting to five, you'll be completely hypnotized." Voranzo grinned, giving Matt another wink.

"Listen I really don't want to-" Matt began to protest, but Voranzo had already begun spinning the wheel, and he was immediately drawn towards it. "dooooo thisssssss……" he concluded, leaning forward to stare at the black and white spinning disc, suddenly feeling really relaxed. His eyes then fluttered on the verge of closing as the magician kept counting numbers. He could feel his body becoming very tired, but inside, his mind was completely awake, trying to urge his legs to take him off the stage, but they wouldn't listen to him. He was now completely in the magician's control.

"Now ladies and gentlemen, Matt has completely become hypnotized," Voranzo said gleefully, whilst bowing. Some people in the audience applauded, some cheered, but others started heckling him. "What? You wish for me to prove it? Alright then." He scowled, turning towards Matt. "You look like you might have a very fit body Matt. I wonder if you would normally take off your clothes in public without being under a trance."

For a moment, Matt didn't really seem to understand, but then his eyes widened, and inside, he began to flush red. Surely this magician didn't intend to make him get naked, right here in front of all these people? The spiral disc was still spinning, and he tried not to do it, but is body said otherwise, as he began to slowly take off his blue t-shirt, letting it fall loosely to the ground. Then he urged his body more and more to stop, but he was still in it, eyes closed halfway, and hands now reaching to the button on his jeans, which dropped very suddenly, leaving the teenager standing on the stage in nothing but his boxers.

Again, people cheered, mostly whistling and laughing, but some people mostly shouted in protest, saying how the whole thing was most likely staged. Again Voranzo got upset, perhaps to the point of almost screaming. He looked back at Matt, and a wide smile crossed his face, as Matt, inside himself, shook his head, begging for him not to take his boxers off.

"Alright then. You still do not believe? Bring in the plant!" he called to someone off stage, and the naga he had seen earlier slithered on stage, pushing the large pot that held the giant man-eating plant. "Can you think of anybody who would stand completely still while a plant devours them? I can't. That's why Matt here is going to not move at all, while he becomes a meal for our little plant here."

By now, Matt was totally weirded out. Surely the magician couldn't be serious, could he? The plant was fake. But as he mustered up the mental capacity to move his head up, he saw the large plant head open its gigantic mouth wide, saliva rolling off its lips and dripping on Matt's face. He winced as the warm slime dripped down his face, and he stared upwards into the wide mouth, now revealing a large purple tongue and moist flesh. This was definitely not made out of cardboard.

He looked back to the magician, who stopped the wheel from spinning, but the big lips covered his head, and he could feel the hot, moist breath running over his bare skin. As it reached around his waist, the lips squeezed shut, enveloping his torso with the soft flesh. Matt heard a muffled gasp of surprise from the audience, but there was still some heckling. All that was left on the outside was his waist, legs, and twitching hands. He clenched his eyes shut as the thick wet tongue began sweeping over his face and chest, coating his body in a layer of slime. If it wasn't that relaxing, he would have thought it was disgusting, to have this plant suddenly began to French kiss him from the inside.

Then all at once, he heard a loud rumbling sound, like thunder during a storm, and his body was squeezed hard by the walls of flesh, as Matt felt his body being pulled upwards, yet downwards, which could only mean that the plant had flipped him upside down, most likely because he would be easier to eat. His hands and waist got sucked past the lips, joining the rest of his body inside the mouth, yet his head got squeezed into an even tighter space. 'Did plants even have throats?' he asked himself, but eventually just assumed so, since he was clearly being squashed inside of one.

As Matt's shoulders got sucked into the slimy gullet, his waist fell into the creatures mouth, the saliva dripping and soaking into his boxers, making them, along with the contents of them all wet, and to make matters worse the strangely huge plant even began to sweep it's thick tongue across his sensitive area, making him blush. Sure the plant was eating him, but did it have to put him through this kind of torture? Still, he couldn't help but blush as it kept licking and sucking on him. After being molested to death by the man eating flower, it gulped a few more times, bringing his waist and legs into it's mouth, his legs and feet twitching in the air of the outside cold, but inside, it was warm. If he wasn't scared this much, he would found the whole idea of being eaten to be nice, and almost comforting.

He let his mind wander with the fact that his body was pressed up against the soft, warm walls, but was brought out of his daydream by a muscular tug that brought his legs into the tight embrace of the throat. Suddenly, he felt a weight come off his feet and realized that the plant's vines had reached up and took of his shoes and socks, rubbing up and down the sole of his foot, causing him to squirm and laugh aloud. His brief tickling session was abruptly stopped as with one smooth motion, the plant gulped the rest of his body down, slurping his legs and feet up like spaghetti. He slid down a little before curling up with a soft squishing sound into the

From inside the dim red walls of flesh around him, he could hear the crowd burst into an applause, clearly not startled that boy was just eaten against his will on stage. Matt still was unable to move his body, so he tried his best to wiggle around, trying to get comfortable, knowing at any point, digestive fluids would come into the cramped space, and start breaking down his body in the most painful way. But that didn't happen; in fact, just the opposite. The walls around him pushed against him, and soon started pushing him back up the throat.

'Here we go again.' Matt thought, not getting enough time to hold his breath before his face was pressed up against the soft walls. Soon, he could feel his body slipping out the plants mouth, past the lips, and fell comfortably on top of a pile of cushions. 'Wha-?' he asked himself before he heard a loud cracking sound, looking up to see the naga-boy snapping his fingers in his face.

Matt felt as if a huge weight was lifted off his shoulders, as he felt a surge of a tingling sensation over his body, and lifted his hand up to wipe the slime out of his eyes. Before he could get a good look around him, the naga threw a towel in his face.

"Clean yourself up," the naga said happily, as Matt wiped his face off, moving to his chest next.

Once he was able to open his eyes again, Matt took a look around the room he was in. There was a bed, and pillows scattered all over the place, along with a dressing room table, and tables covered in makeup and papers. It must have been the backstage area to the pavilion. "Wha- what the hell just happened?" he asked, not about being puked up by the plant, but the whole experience.

The naga laughed back at him. "You've never been hypnotized before, huh?" he said, slithering over to the plant, and held out a piece of chicken, which the plant happily gulped down.

Matt was still confused, especially since the naga didn't answer his question. "You- you're actually a real naga? And that plant is real? What the hell is going on here?"

"Okay, let me straighten this all out for you. I'm a real naga, that plant is real, it just ate you while you were hypnotized, then I took it off stage, and had it spit you back up, and here we are!" he said, as if nothing really happened. "By the way, your clothes are over there." The naga pointed at a desk which had Matt's clothes neatly folded on top of it, with his shoes topping the pile.

"How can you let this happen at a show like that? Couldn't you be sued for pretending to kill people against their will?" Matt asked, wandering over to the table, and putting on his pants first, not wanting his bare legs to face the cold night air anymore.

The naga laughed again, as if this whole Q and A session was amusing. "Do you know nothing of hypnosis? If you really wanted to stop being in that trace, you could have come out of it anytime. Maybe your body was enjoying it too much to stop."

Matt couldn't believe it! "Are you telling me, that any point during that show, I could have come out of that trace, but I liked being eaten?"

The naga slithered over to Matt, crossing his arms in curiosity. "You tell me," he said simply, watching the other boy intently.

"Well…" the brown headed boy thought out loud. "It was really cramped, and smelled disgusting, and was extremely hot… But it was soft, and comfortable, and I have to admit, all the slime was pretty… well... arousing." Matt shrugged, blushing at the thought of telling this stranger his erotic fantasies.

The naga began circling around his body, leaving his tail to wrap gently around his legs, winding its way up his body. Normally it would have freaked Matt out, and he would have panicked, but he'd seen a lot of stuff today, and he was sure that he would never be afraid of anything. Besides, the naga kid was pretty cute.

"Y'know…" the naga whispered in his ear, coming close to his face. "You're the first volunteer who actually wasn't freaked out by this." Before Matt could ask what part of the show he meant by 'this,' the naga flicked his tongue out at his face, licking his cheek and nose, but Matt merely closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of his saliva on his face. "Boy, you are something else." The naga grinned. "What's your name?" he asked, moving his finger seductively over Matt's chest. His hands were free from the Naga's grasp, but Matt never stopped him.

"I'm Matt. You?" Matt replied.

"Chris. Nice to meet you." With a loud flap from the leafs on the plant, Chris continued. "Oh!" he giggled, un-winding himself from Matt and slithering over to the plant. "And this is Gobbles." He smiled, rubbing the stem of the plant. "Say, since you're so alright with this whole 'being eaten' thing… how would you like a job here?"

Matt scratched at his head in thought. How would being eaten be a qualification for a job? "What would I be doing?" he asked, more curious then scared, moving over to the plant, patting him on the lips, to which the plant licked his face back joyfully.

"Well, basically any show which involves you being eaten! That hypnosis thing with Voranzo, a show proving this plant can eat a whole human, and of course…" Chris smiled, stroking Matt's cheek. "… a show with me. See I got two stomachs, and if I swallow something to the first one, it's perfectly safe in there, so it's just showing how scary and predatory I could be. You've just got to pretend to be scared in all of them. Plus, the pay is great, and you'll get to be eaten multiple times a night." He smiled, holding out his hands, as if to ask if he'd do it.

Matt didn't even have to think, with the great preview of what he'd be doing. "Definitely," he said. "I mean, as long as I get to do a show with you." He blushed. Matt had never talked about his sexuality to anyone, even Alyssa, who was his best friend, so this was quite a stretch for him.

But Chris seemed perfectly happy letting his inhibitions wander free. "How about we do a show right now?" he joked, bringing Matt's face to his, and kissing him only just so. That's when Alyssa walked in.

She just watched a plant devour her best friend, but that paled in comparison to seeing her friend shirtless, kissing a similarly shirtless naga-boy. "Uhhh… I asked the magician what happened to you, and he said you were back here, so I came to see if you were alright…" she said slowly, trying to comprehend the situation, then grinning awkwardly. "I'll just wait for you outside."

When she disappeared behind the curtain to the pavilion, both boys giggled. "So, you start tomorrow night! How does that sound?" Chris asked, leading Matt out.

"It sounds great!" Matt said, grabbing his shirt_ and pulling it over his head. Then, with a small kiss on the cheek, Chris waved goodbye, and Matt joined Alyssa outside.

"Do you want to explain any of what just happened to me?" she asked, genuinely confused.

Matt looked at her and considered it. "Nah, you won't believe me anyways." he grinned, walking down the path outside the freak-show back home.

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This was the worst freak-show that Matt had ever seen. For the past few days since the random invitation arrived in the mail his friend Alyssa had been begging him to go with him, assuring him that everything would be cool and totally original, but so far, it proved to be a bummer.

"Why did I let you bring me here?" he asked her, shaking his brown hair out of his eyes. "All this stuff is so childish. I mean, a real naga? It's probably a costume." He said, pointing to the guy with the top half of his body human, and the bottom half, that of a snake's tail. The only reason the guy was probably drawing up a crowd was because he had no clothing on the top half of his body. That was probably the actual highlight of the freak-show, was seeing a cute guy without a shirt on.

"These corndogs taste like barf…" he went on, mostly just to prove he wanted to leave as they approached a large plant. "… and 'The World's Largest Man-Eating Plant?'" he repeated, reading the words on the plastic plate attached to the protective fence. "Number one, that's the most unoriginal title ever, and it's probably made out of cardboard or something." He said, tossing the moldy tasting corndog in a nearby garbage can.

"I don't know Matt, this thing looks like it's moving," Alyssa told him, watching the plant sway a little back and forth. It was at least three times taller and wider than they were, with a huge stem leading into an oversized pot, and many vines sprawling out and onto the ground around it.

"Yeah right. The day I see this thing actually eat a man, then I'll believe it." Matt smirked.

"Fine, you made your point. But let me just watch this magic show. If you don't like it, then we'll leave," Alyssa said, opening her green eyes wide, trying to give Matt the puppy dog face. Eventually he caved.

"Alright! This last show and that's it," he said_ as they walked through the mud trodden ground towards the last pavilion. As they entered the giant tent, he moved immediately to the back row, not wanting to be close to this probably atrocious performance. The lights dimmed as they took their seats, and a single spotlight came onto the stage as a voice announced.

"Ladies and gentlemen. Prepare your eyes and brains to be blown, by the most incredible feat of magic and trickery that you've ever seen."

Suddenly, in a puff of smoke, a man with a black trench coat appeared onstage, much to the audiences enjoyment.

"Oh, please," Matt groaned to himself, which was followed by an elbow to his ribs by Alyssa.

The sinister looking guy looked around the audience before finally speaking. "Hello, my beautiful friends. I am Voranzo, The Great Magician. And prepare for a show unlike anything you've ever seen." With those words, Matt slumped down in his seat, trying his best not to groan every time the magician pulled some lame trick, like pulling a rabbit out of a hat, or guessing someone's card that they picked.

"Now, for this trick, I will need an assistant, someone young, brave, and strapping." The magician smiled. Alyssa grabbed Matt's hand_ and flung it up in the air. But before Matt could protest, the guy was suddenly by his side with a microphone. "Hello there, boy. Why don't you go ahead and tell us your name, Matt?" he said.

"Uh... I'm- wait a minute!" Matt said, with a burst of laughter from the audience. "How the heck did you know my name?" he asked, genuinely freaked out.

The guy only winked back at him. "I am Voranzo! I know everything." And with that look of confusion on Matt's face, he was pulled up on stage, trying his best not to be blinded by the spotlight. "Tonight! We will see some amazing feats here, in a world first!" Voranzo called out, and the audience burst into applause. "Matt, tell me, have you ever been hypnotized before?"

Matt smirked. "I thought you were Voranzo the great! Shouldn't you know that already?" he asked wittingly, trying to foil his ruse.

"Actually, I'm Voranzo The Magician. And I DO know that you haven't. It's called a rhetorical question. Maybe if you actually attended your English classes, you'd know what that means," the magician shot back, once again leaving Matt dazed. Now this was weird. How did this guy know he skipped his English class?

"Now Matt, I'd like you to stare here into the spinning wheel, and by the time I finish counting to five, you'll be completely hypnotized." Voranzo grinned, giving Matt another wink.

"Listen I really don't want to-" Matt began to protest, but Voranzo had already begun spinning the wheel, and he was immediately drawn towards it. "dooooo thisssssss……" he concluded, leaning forward to stare at the black and white spinning disc, suddenly feeling really relaxed. His eyes then fluttered on the verge of closing as the magician kept counting numbers. He could feel his body becoming very tired, but inside, his mind was completely awake, trying to urge his legs to take him off the stage, but they wouldn't listen to him. He was now completely in the magician's control.

"Now ladies and gentlemen, Matt has completely become hypnotized," Voranzo said gleefully, whilst bowing. Some people in the audience applauded, some cheered, but others started heckling him. "What? You wish for me to prove it? Alright then." He scowled, turning towards Matt. "You look like you might have a very fit body Matt. I wonder if you would normally take off your clothes in public without being under a trance."

For a moment, Matt didn't really seem to understand, but then his eyes widened, and inside, he began to flush red. Surely this magician didn't intend to make him get naked, right here in front of all these people? The spiral disc was still spinning, and he tried not to do it, but is body said otherwise, as he began to slowly take off his blue t-shirt, letting it fall loosely to the ground. Then he urged his body more and more to stop, but he was still in it, eyes closed halfway, and hands now reaching to the button on his jeans, which dropped very suddenly, leaving the teenager standing on the stage in nothing but his boxers.

Again, people cheered, mostly whistling and laughing, but some people mostly shouted in protest, saying how the whole thing was most likely staged. Again Voranzo got upset, perhaps to the point of almost screaming. He looked back at Matt, and a wide smile crossed his face, as Matt, inside himself, shook his head, begging for him not to take his boxers off.

"Alright then. You still do not believe? Bring in the plant!" he called to someone off stage, and the naga he had seen earlier slithered on stage, pushing the large pot that held the giant man-eating plant. "Can you think of anybody who would stand completely still while a plant devours them? I can't. That's why Matt here is going to not move at all, while he becomes a meal for our little plant here."

By now, Matt was totally weirded out. Surely the magician couldn't be serious, could he? The plant was fake. But as he mustered up the mental capacity to move his head up, he saw the large plant head open its gigantic mouth wide, saliva rolling off its lips and dripping on Matt's face. He winced as the warm slime dripped down his face, and he stared upwards into the wide mouth, now revealing a large purple tongue and moist flesh. This was definitely not made out of cardboard.

He looked back to the magician, who stopped the wheel from spinning, but the big lips covered his head, and he could feel the hot, moist breath running over his bare skin. As it reached around his waist, the lips squeezed shut, enveloping his torso with the soft flesh. Matt heard a muffled gasp of surprise from the audience, but there was still some heckling. All that was left on the outside was his waist, legs, and twitching hands. He clenched his eyes shut as the thick wet tongue began sweeping over his face and chest, coating his body in a layer of slime. If it wasn't that relaxing, he would have thought it was disgusting, to have this plant suddenly began to French kiss him from the inside.

Then all at once, he heard a loud rumbling sound, like thunder during a storm, and his body was squeezed hard by the walls of flesh, as Matt felt his body being pulled upwards, yet downwards, which could only mean that the plant had flipped him upside down, most likely because he would be easier to eat. His hands and waist got sucked past the lips, joining the rest of his body inside the mouth, yet his head got squeezed into an even tighter space. 'Did plants even have throats?' he asked himself, but eventually just assumed so, since he was clearly being squashed inside of one.

As Matt's shoulders got sucked into the slimy gullet, his waist fell into the creatures mouth, the saliva dripping and soaking into his boxers, making them, along with the contents of them all wet, and to make matters worse the strangely huge plant even began to sweep it's thick tongue across his sensitive area, making him blush. Sure the plant was eating him, but did it have to put him through this kind of torture? Still, he couldn't help but blush as it kept licking and sucking on him. After being molested to death by the man eating flower, it gulped a few more times, bringing his waist and legs into it's mouth, his legs and feet twitching in the air of the outside cold, but inside, it was warm. If he wasn't scared this much, he would found the whole idea of being eaten to be nice, and almost comforting.

He let his mind wander with the fact that his body was pressed up against the soft, warm walls, but was brought out of his daydream by a muscular tug that brought his legs into the tight embrace of the throat. Suddenly, he felt a weight come off his feet and realized that the plant's vines had reached up and took of his shoes and socks, rubbing up and down the sole of his foot, causing him to squirm and laugh aloud. His brief tickling session was abruptly stopped as with one smooth motion, the plant gulped the rest of his body down, slurping his legs and feet up like spaghetti. He slid down a little before curling up with a soft squishing sound into the

From inside the dim red walls of flesh around him, he could hear the crowd burst into an applause, clearly not startled that boy was just eaten against his will on stage. Matt still was unable to move his body, so he tried his best to wiggle around, trying to get comfortable, knowing at any point, digestive fluids would come into the cramped space, and start breaking down his body in the most painful way. But that didn't happen; in fact, just the opposite. The walls around him pushed against him, and soon started pushing him back up the throat.

'Here we go again.' Matt thought, not getting enough time to hold his breath before his face was pressed up against the soft walls. Soon, he could feel his body slipping out the plants mouth, past the lips, and fell comfortably on top of a pile of cushions. 'Wha-?' he asked himself before he heard a loud cracking sound, looking up to see the naga-boy snapping his fingers in his face.

Matt felt as if a huge weight was lifted off his shoulders, as he felt a surge of a tingling sensation over his body, and lifted his hand up to wipe the slime out of his eyes. Before he could get a good look around him, the naga threw a towel in his face.

"Clean yourself up," the naga said happily, as Matt wiped his face off, moving to his chest next.

Once he was able to open his eyes again, Matt took a look around the room he was in. There was a bed, and pillows scattered all over the place, along with a dressing room table, and tables covered in makeup and papers. It must have been the backstage area to the pavilion. "Wha- what the hell just happened?" he asked, not about being puked up by the plant, but the whole experience.

The naga laughed back at him. "You've never been hypnotized before, huh?" he said, slithering over to the plant, and held out a piece of chicken, which the plant happily gulped down.

Matt was still confused, especially since the naga didn't answer his question. "You- you're actually a real naga? And that plant is real? What the hell is going on here?"

"Okay, let me straighten this all out for you. I'm a real naga, that plant is real, it just ate you while you were hypnotized, then I took it off stage, and had it spit you back up, and here we are!" he said, as if nothing really happened. "By the way, your clothes are over there." The naga pointed at a desk which had Matt's clothes neatly folded on top of it, with his shoes topping the pile.

"How can you let this happen at a show like that? Couldn't you be sued for pretending to kill people against their will?" Matt asked, wandering over to the table, and putting on his pants first, not wanting his bare legs to face the cold night air anymore.

The naga laughed again, as if this whole Q and A session was amusing. "Do you know nothing of hypnosis? If you really wanted to stop being in that trace, you could have come out of it anytime. Maybe your body was enjoying it too much to stop."

Matt couldn't believe it! "Are you telling me, that any point during that show, I could have come out of that trace, but I liked being eaten?"

The naga slithered over to Matt, crossing his arms in curiosity. "You tell me," he said simply, watching the other boy intently.

"Well…" the brown headed boy thought out loud. "It was really cramped, and smelled disgusting, and was extremely hot… But it was soft, and comfortable, and I have to admit, all the slime was pretty… well... arousing." Matt shrugged, blushing at the thought of telling this stranger his erotic fantasies.

The naga began circling around his body, leaving his tail to wrap gently around his legs, winding its way up his body. Normally it would have freaked Matt out, and he would have panicked, but he'd seen a lot of stuff today, and he was sure that he would never be afraid of anything. Besides, the naga kid was pretty cute.

"Y'know…" the naga whispered in his ear, coming close to his face. "You're the first volunteer who actually wasn't freaked out by this." Before Matt could ask what part of the show he meant by 'this,' the naga flicked his tongue out at his face, licking his cheek and nose, but Matt merely closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of his saliva on his face. "Boy, you are something else." The naga grinned. "What's your name?" he asked, moving his finger seductively over Matt's chest. His hands were free from the Naga's grasp, but Matt never stopped him.

"I'm Matt. You?" Matt replied.

"Chris. Nice to meet you." With a loud flap from the leafs on the plant, Chris continued. "Oh!" he giggled, un-winding himself from Matt and slithering over to the plant. "And this is Gobbles." He smiled, rubbing the stem of the plant. "Say, since you're so alright with this whole 'being eaten' thing… how would you like a job here?"

Matt scratched at his head in thought. How would being eaten be a qualification for a job? "What would I be doing?" he asked, more curious then scared, moving over to the plant, patting him on the lips, to which the plant licked his face back joyfully.

"Well, basically any show which involves you being eaten! That hypnosis thing with Voranzo, a show proving this plant can eat a whole human, and of course…" Chris smiled, stroking Matt's cheek. "… a show with me. See I got two stomachs, and if I swallow something to the first one, it's perfectly safe in there, so it's just showing how scary and predatory I could be. You've just got to pretend to be scared in all of them. Plus, the pay is great, and you'll get to be eaten multiple times a night." He smiled, holding out his hands, as if to ask if he'd do it.

Matt didn't even have to think, with the great preview of what he'd be doing. "Definitely," he said. "I mean, as long as I get to do a show with you." He blushed. Matt had never talked about his sexuality to anyone, even Alyssa, who was his best friend, so this was quite a stretch for him.

But Chris seemed perfectly happy letting his inhibitions wander free. "How about we do a show right now?" he joked, bringing Matt's face to his, and kissing him only just so. That's when Alyssa walked in.

She just watched a plant devour her best friend, but that paled in comparison to seeing her friend shirtless, kissing a similarly shirtless naga-boy. "Uhhh… I asked the magician what happened to you, and he said you were back here, so I came to see if you were alright…" she said slowly, trying to comprehend the situation, then grinning awkwardly. "I'll just wait for you outside."

When she disappeared behind the curtain to the pavilion, both boys giggled. "So, you start tomorrow night! How does that sound?" Chris asked, leading Matt out.

"It sounds great!" Matt said, grabbing his shirt_ and pulling it over his head. Then, with a small kiss on the cheek, Chris waved goodbye, and Matt joined Alyssa outside.

"Do you want to explain any of what just happened to me?" she asked, genuinely confused.

Matt looked at her and considered it. "Nah, you won't believe me anyways." he grinned, walking down the path outside the freak-show back home.