DnD Sex Edition

The couatl is a winged snake known for being very benevolent and incredibly intelligent. They are sometimes worshipped as deities and can work to spread knowledge and guide societies on the path of good. According to the Monster Manual, the couatl may seek out a mate when it becomes aware that its life is nearing the end. The Pathfinder version of a couatl, however, do not mate and are sexless. Both versions give birth to live young, notably un-snakelike. 

Its wings have the most beautiful feathers you’ve ever seen. Iridescent and prismatic colors blend to create a dazzling display. Truely, this couatl, in all of its serpentine glory is the most beautiful creature on all the planes! To bed such a being, to stroke those shining scales, would be a pinnacle experience. One to rival only consorting with the gods themselves. 

Performance check to determine if the PC can copulate with the couatl (DC 15). 

On a success: The couatl blinks its perfect eyes at you before speaking in tones that would make angels weep to hear. “Would I like to mate with you? I’m flattered! Truely! Often, I am adored, but rarely approached to mate. Have you foreseen your death and wish for offspring to whom you can pass along your life’s mission? You do know that we are not compatible for producing offspring, correct? Still, it has been nearly a century since my last encounter and perhaps another is due.” 

The air around the couatl shimmers faintly and instead of a pristine winged serpent, it stands before you as a perfect copy of…well… you. Every minute detail is exactly you as you are now, right down to the piece of your last meal stuck between your teeth. “This is more suitable to your plans, I believe,” the couatl states, swiftly disrobing. 

You hurry to follow, but find that your cock isn’t quite as excited about another human, much less a carbon copy of yourself, regardless of mating compatibility. The blood in your body had rushed southward at the appearance of feathers and scales, not yet another human. The couatl notes your softening member. “Ah well,” it sighs. “If you do not want me in this form, then I must understand that you do not really want me. Just the thought of bedding one of my kind. Perhaps you’ll find another couatl more interested than me. Though, if you are nearing the end of your life, you may want to consider producing offspring without a mate.” The couatl shifts abruptly back to its original form, but the moment, and your opportunity, have passed.

The couatl does not hold the missed connection against the PC to the PC’s knowledge. It may be a bit more vague in its subsequent conversation though, leaving out details that would make the PC’s life/mission a bit easier.

On a fail: The couatl smiles kindly at you before speaking in tones that would make angels weep to hear. “I’m flattered! Truely! Have you foreseen your death and wish for offspring to whom you can pass along your life’s mission? Unfortunately, we are not compatible for producing offspring and I am not so close to my own death to have need for such physical experiences.”

The couatl treats that PC and party kindly, believing that the PC has foreseen their imminent death.