Jacobson
By Hedonism
This story
contains transformations and consensual sex with reptiles. And maybe is too
connected to religion for people’s liking. It ain’t particularly copyrighted,
so hack it up into the bits you like at your pleasure. Just don’t do anything
unsociable like pretend you wrote it.
Claire, a 16 year
old girl, has just moved to Jacobson, a small island off the coast of Scotland,
by a family hoping to adopt her. There she finds a busy town, separate from the
rest of the world and filled with a population modern in every way except their
worship of an ancient pagan goddess.
Claire sat with
her friends in the pews of the town church. It was a bizarre building, a place
of God renovated for the worship of stranger, maybe older deities. The font had
been replaced with a water-tank, containing a 30 foot long boa-constrictor. As
with Christianity, the snake was the symbol of sin, but here he was used in
baptism ceremonies. They believed that the snakes presence sucked the lustful
thoughts from the babes so they wouldn't be interested in sex until adolescence
set in and their bodies caught up with them. Claire couldn't understand how the
parents trusted the animal not to bite their new-borns. Or how anyone could
hold the snake as they whispered their sins to him, in a strange comparison to
confessions. She used to despise the snake, it was a phobia of hers. Whenever
her body filled with sexual longing unquenchable by anything else, she would
stave the thoughts away by thinking of the animal. Claire knew her sexuality
was becoming an increasing burden, one that she was sure no-one else suffered
from even half as much. Now spring was upon the island, these feelings had
tripled. She was sure she had the desire of five other women. No-one else was
so bothered about it, and could work their way through the day without it on
their minds. Claire was nearly overcome with lust almost all the time. She
tried to stave off these thoughts by thinking about snakes, the creatures she
feared the most. It worked wonderfully, as her out-of-control feelings caved in
as she shuddered to the thought of the snake slithering against her as she
joined the others in confessing her sins. And to her extra revulsion she knew
these fears would be realised tomorrow. At last she was to be baptised into the
faith, like the rest of the family she would be joining. And then she would
have to hold the horrid thing.
That night Clare
shared the bed of her friend, Clover. Her parents were the ones intending to
adopt her. After tomorrow's ceremony, that is. Lying with her belly on the
mattress, Clare wondered what bizarre dream she would experience tonight. All
those thoughts of scaly things started off bizarre... nightmares? The first one
occurred when she saw her first baptism. She was sitting down with her friends
at Sophie's house talking about boys from different ethnic backgrounds, and who
was the most attractive. Clare was a little wary of these chats, because they
always hinted, sometimes even covered the subject of sex, and raised the
overcoming wall of lust in her stomach. As her imagination started to act, she
suddenly realised she was totally naked! Clare realised that when the girls
came around she had unconcernedly slipped out of the bath, came downstairs and
talked to them in the nude! She looked down at her breasts as they wobbled with
her every motion, and felt the residue of water still clinging to her bare
body. As she was about to leap to her feet and apologise, Sophie's parents
entered the room and Claire nearly fainted with embarrassment. The girls
changed their conversation to relationships between countries, or something.
Sophie's mum walked to the couch with Clare on and daintily lifted the girl up
like she was a small cat. Clare hissed as the petite woman's hands held her
aloft by her bottom and legs, then sat down in her place and nestled the naked
girl in her lap. Claire wriggled and writhed, but Sophie's mum's gentle hands
carefully manipulated her body back into her lap, unconcerned about touching
the girls bare buttocks, or belly, or breasts.
"Now don't be
naughty, just calm down, there's a good girl." she said soothingly, as she
stroked Clare's back. The child looked around as her body treacherously enjoyed
the caress which started at her neck and ended over her buttocks. Everyone was
acting perfectly natural. Then the dream ended as morning began. Later that
day, Sophie's mum confessed to Claire that she was bisexual, and had strange
thoughts for another mother, though the girl hadn't mentioned anything that would
make her own up to these things. The mother confided in her such private
thoughts, then just went away, happy she had told someone.
Strange dreams
happened night after night. One time, she dreamt of being in the garden of
Eden. She stood with Adam, who was delightfully naked. So was she, and this
time Clare felt wonderful to be nude in this pure place. Adam held an apple,
and looked it with wonder and trepidation. Claire sauntered up to his strong,
naked body and gently took the fruit from him and threw it into the woods. Adam
looked up in surprise. Clare slipped her arms around his back and wrapped a leg
around his, before sliding her body over him. She felt the wonderful caress of
his chest against her nipples. The man gasped.
"you don't
tempt me with wisdom like your husband, you trap me with your slender form.
Aren't you content with one male to satisfy you? You are making me..."
Clare felt Adam's desire manifesting against her young body. But what he said
made Claire suspicious.
"But I am
Eve, you are the only man in the world!" Adam started to stroke Clare's
thighs.
"You are the
mate of the Serpent. I thought you came here to help him persuade me to eat the
apple of knowledge. But you offer me sins the father never mentioned..."
Clare suddenly felt cold, and shrieked. She looked down upon her body, and
started to writhe uncontrollably. Her legs closed together and hooked around
Adams thighs. To her amazement, they curled all the way around and started to
encircle his legs again. She pulled her body around the first man's back
somehow, and looked at his long hair, before her lengthening body wrapped all
the way around to his front again, and she looked deep into his lust consumed
eyes. Like a snake, she had coiled around him three times already, only her
loins stayed where they were as the rest of her stretched and slithered. With a
gasp she realised Adam's body was warmer than hers, and his body heat was
arousing her, and his skin contrasted nicely against her green flesh. Though
repulsed, she somehow felt turned on by her own sinuous body. As Adam gasped
with lust and gently took hold of her waist as he prepared to enter her, Claire
started to wish the man was as flexible and scaly as she. The horribly erotic
thought dragged her from the dream, and she broke into a cold sweat, wondering
what sort of an animal thought of such things.
It was the day of
Claire's baptism. First there was school. Clover set off early, as Claire
continued to finish her breakfast. As soon as the door closed behind Clover,
her parents confessed their sins to her - that they made love any time no-one
was looking, wherever they were. They were relieved they had told her, and not
even embarrassed, unlike Claire. Later on at school, the teachers didn't mind
whether she did any work or not. They didn't punish her for being late for
lessons, didn't punish her for _anything_. This was wondrous, and scary, being
allowed to do what she wanted. While everyone else worked hard at Geography,
Claire stood up, wandered behind the teacher, even dared to leave the class.
No-one missed her, though when she talked to people they were as friendly as
ever. The most bizarre thing happened during Games - She hadn't brought any
swimming costume along, but instead of telling her off the teacher told her to
do it in her underwear, like a boy. Claire paled, but did as she was told. In
front of boys and girls she walked to the pool-side in her bra and knickers.
And on contact with the water, both became see-through. And just as in her
dream, she was treated no different from anyone else, only this was too
realistic to be a dream. As she walked around, her breasts proudly bulging
forth, her nipples quite visible, conversations around her became strange and
naughty. One boy, a tall, attractive type, said he was intending to organise a
wild party in the woods, and invited Claire before anyone else. She blushed and
said she would make up her mind later. After she got changed, she decided to
leave the suddenly weird school early. Though teachers stayed at the exit
gates, no-one challenged her as she nervously walked out, as if she had a
special right to play truant. One of her regular tutors even smiled and waved
to her.
The baptism never
went ahead, much to Claire's relief, because the priest refused to conduct the
ceremony. Claire was planning on fainting before having to reach for the beast
anyway - because of fear, and because after days of linking snakes to sex to
repulse the feelings, snakes were starting to remind her of sex. Clover's
parents didn't seem to mind the cancelling; they hugged the girl warmly and
took her home. Claire climbed upstairs and ran a bath for herself, then started
to undress. As she slid out of her school pullover, she grunted with annoyance
at the way the wool snagged on her skin. But as she started to undo her bra,
she looked down with surprise. Her little skirt felt very loose around her
waist, as if the girl had loosened the still-tight belt. She wriggled a little,
and got a wonderful feeling of arousal as her skirt slowly rubbed against her
sensitive loins, slipped down her waist, slid over her hips and flopped around
her ankles. She looked at her lower half, now only covered by her stockings and
knickers. Claire bent down and pulled her dress back on, but the fabric caught
against her buttocks. Then she got the strangest feeling around her inner
thighs, as her stockings started to slip, as if pulled by a lovers caress.
Feeling flustered and a little aroused, Claire rubbed her fingers along her
buttocks. When she stroked towards the floor, her skin was utterly smooth, like
polished marble. Stroking upwards, tiny flakes on every inch of her skin
protruded, caught gently on her inquisitive flesh. Her heart pulsed wildly as
she felt strange emotions run scared inside her. But she tried to control of
herself. She shimmied out of her knickers with a few flicks of her hips. Claire
slowly, luxuriously got into her bubble bath. The water felt great against her
naked skin. She felt the familiar, thirsting need for sexual contact, and
slowly extended her fingers to the edge of her desperate vagina. Claire had
tried to pleasure herself, like the other girls sometimes talked about. But it
never worked even slightly. Like tickling yourself doesn't cause you to giggle,
she thought, stirring her own body was futile. Suddenly, her thoughts were
interrupted by the bathroom door opening. Clovers mother walked in and nodded
happily to Claire, who withdrew her fingers and jumped with shock at the
woman's intrusion. Astounded, Claire watched Mrs. Dewapple slip out of her
nightie, revealing a pretty, mature naked figure, and sit on the side of the
bath. Mr. Dewapple climbed the stairs, totally naked, and entered the bathroom.
He forced his wife's legs wide open, squatted and slid his body between her
thighs. In front of Claire's shocked eyes, he pushed forwards and the couple
both bucked with ecstacy as his penis slipped deep. As the couple started to
grunt and groan with inflamed passion, the girl sat there with horrified
fascination, watching them thrust against each other. Claire slid from the
bathroom naked and discreetly as she could, and quickly got dressed upstairs.
Their groans and grunts of passion were shameless, unconcerned about her
hearing them.
That night, Claire
told Clover about the strange events that day, even about her parents sudden,
brazen sex. Clover was amazed, and reassuringly hugged the girl before helping
her get undressed and into her nightie.
"It's not as
if people don't see me," she added, thinking carefully. "It's as if
they don't mind me being there, whatever they're doing. I bet I could go next
door and walk through their house, and they wouldn't mind!" Clover smiled
sneakily.
"What, in
your nightie?"
"I could
probably go through naked. And get into Mr. Robinson's bed, without Mrs. Robinson
complaining, short of about the bedsheets." Clover giggled.
"And of
course, there's always the bedroom of... Mike Robinson." Claire's friend
got a pillow at high speed for that remark. After the ensuing battle, they
called a truce and got into bed. Claire tried to shake off her confusion as she
slid between the bedsheets. Her bed felt wonderful against her skin as she
snuggled into the sheets. Clover turned the lights out and Claire heaved a sigh
of relief that the odd day was over. She didn't feel sleepy, but the darkness
and warm blankets comforted her, made her sigh with pleasure. She burrowed
under the covers, laid on her belly and closed her eyes. And then something
brushed against her leg. The girl felt her backbone go rigid with the surprise,
then fear, as whatever it was also slid across her buttocks, and another...
thing, groped under her back. It felt solid, sinuous, alive, and it's touch was
cool and terrifying. Claire screamed and flailed in the darkness as she felt
more and more of the writhing thing taking hold of her. Claire could hear
Clover gasp, then grope for the light switch. The lights flicked on blindingly
as Claire tore the sheets away. Nestled in her bed was the boa-constrictor from
the church, wrapped around her prone body. His thirty foot long body covered
the mattress like loose string, his head, larger even than a humans, looked up
at her with slit-pupilled, wide eyes. As Clover screamed, the snake coiled
himself around his victims nightie-covered belly, groin and breasts. Claire
felt the animal's iron grasp start to constrict her whole body as his head
swung around and hissed into the terrified girl's face. The look on his face
betrayed a sort of hunger. Clover grabbed the coil around Claire's legs and
tugged desperately at it, then suddenly screamed as his tail wrapped around her
belly and pulled her to the floor. Then the creature started to speak, in a
sibillating whisper.
"Do not
worry, little females." Slowly, his coils relaxed from around the girl's
chest, and started to slide along her body towards her legs and arms. Claire's
screams were suddenly cut off by the animal's neck slipping over her mouth.
"You're
screams are pointless. You're parents know what is going on tonight, and won't
intervene. They're consumed in each others lust and love even now. Every scream
you make only fuels their own passion. I have something to show you." He
shifted his body again, freeing Claire's mouth, and placed his tail on her
feet, then lifted her bare legs a few feet into the air. Claire's nightie
slipped towards her thighs, left too much leg uncovered. She watched in shock
as another coil hooked around her knees and gently pulled them down, in the
opposite direction to how they bent. Though he used little force the girl felt
her limbs flexing strangely as both legs bent like saplings. Claire squealed
with amazement, and peculiar arousal. The snake relaxed his grip on her legs,
which slowly and reluctantly regained their shape.
"You will be
a she-snake by the end of this night. You will be a member of my species.
Already you are giving forth the scent of a snake. Already you're bones are
changing. I am here to help you transform, to reassure you that you will not be
hurt." Claire covered her mouth with terror. Clover struggled from the males
scaly grasp and fled to the door.
"Go no
further or I'll reveal the confessions you made to me, human female,"
whispered the serpent. Clover stopped suddenly, blushed deeply and sat down on
the floor. Claire went white with anger.
"How can you
do this, snake? Keep me here. Blackmail Clover." The snake smiled
cunningly, as he slowly writhed with his whole body against the girl.
"I am snake,
the very essence of sin. Why not? But also you will be safer in here, with
no-one else present. Changing flesh is vulnerable. And you will be safer still
if I shed your restrictive human skin." With that, he coiled his neck
about the girl's chest, pressing her breasts into her body, and pulled himself
towards her feet. Claire watched with amazement as her shoulders strained
against, then effortlessly slipped through the tight neck-line of her
night-clothes. Her shoulders looked narrower than before, and as she struggled
futilely, her arms seemed to be much more slender, even more ladylike, than
before. Claire groaned as her bra slipped easily from her smooth breasts. As
her nightie slipped down, her boobs slowly revealed themselves, proudly bulging
forth. As they popped fully out, they jiggled together with the snakes
movements. They looked even larger than before, in comparison to her thinner,
more sinuous chest. As the night-dress uncovered her trim, faintly muscled
belly, the boa let go of the nightie and pulled the woman into the air by her
lower back, her belly now the highest part of her body. Claire grimaced, expecting
pain, but her spine bent very easily. She gasped as her back and legs responded
to gravity and curled into a U shape. Totally shocked, the girl slowly turned
her upper body around, impossibly bending 180 degrees, to find her nose
touching the ball of her feet. Again, she felt the amazing freedom of movement
turned her on, filled her belly with longing. The feeling mixed with her fear
as she saw her night-dress slip off her legs, taking her panties and bra with
it. Now she was totally naked, and felt utterly vulnerable. The snake gently
placed her back onto the bed, and she felt the rest of his coils lazily resting
under her. Now the beast's touch was intimate, as he rested against her bare
flesh. Claire saw the animal's attention was diverted towards Clover. The human
slowly lifted her nightie, and pulled it over her head. Her lithe, beautiful
body was now adorned only with white panty and knickers, her face showed clear
arousal.
Clover walked
gracefully to the bed, gingerly slid her hands between the serpents coils, then
slowly parted them. As the snake looked on with curiosity, the human pushed her
head through, and continued to push until her whole body was trapped deep
within the shifting reptilian tail. He smiled wider and adjusted his muscled
body, wrapping himself around her belly. His head rubbed tenderly against her
neck.
"You
willingly enter my coils?"
"You sound
surprised. You know my sins. And I just want to be involved." she
answered, hesitantly. She reached out and took hold of Claire's slender hand.
The transforming girl's fingers were now attached to each other by webbed skin,
and both girls looked at them with amazement. The snake relaxed his coils,
adjusted the position of Claire so the females could embrace each other
tightly. Claire gasped to the feel of the naked embrace, as Clover blushed a
pleasant red colour.
"You're skin
feels bumpy against me, Claire. Like the snakes scales," she said, as they
hugged. Claire slowly broke the embrace and looked with a strange sense of
dread at her body. Her smooth skin was now faintly glossy. On her peach
breasts, she saw tiny bumps developing, slowly rising out of her flesh. They
were also rising from her arms and around her thatch of blonde pubic hair. The
serpent's head slithered easily over Claire's thigh, his scales sliding against
her own developing scales in a way that felt pleasant and desirable. By
instinct, and to her shame, the girl opened her thighs wide, as the reptile's
mouth neared her vagina. The snake pursed his scaly mouth and blew out gently
over her inflamed slit, and her pubic hair was scattered away. The he tenderly
flicked his long tongue forth and lightly touched her intimate parts, causing
Claire to groan with desire. He was turning her on deeply, and she was giving
in to his gentle manner. But he was a snake! The reptile sibilated gently, and
his tongue whispered against her clutching sex. Then he slowly started to
insert it past her scaly flaps and into her transforming body. Claire let out a
long, laboured groan and writhed with deep lust as she looked down her body and
saw the snake's snout, nuzzling against her vagina and deeply probing her with
his long tongue. She could feel the twin prongs exploring her insides, hear the
slight scritching noise of the scales on his snout rubbing against the scales
on her crotch. Slowly, she bent over and rested her belly on the sumptuous
creature's forehead, and cradled his long neck between her soft breasts. She
started to grunt with desire every time he flicked his tongue.
"I, I'm
afraid, mmm, of my changes. Ohh, but, but your touch, ohhh, issss,
helping," she whispered to the reptile, from his neck. For the first time
she felt her vagina sing with ecstacy, caused by this reptile.
"Cl, Clover,
p... pleassse hug me!" she cried. Clover crawled through the serpent body
to her friend and reached over her arched back. Claire felt the girl's soft bra
touch her back, then press into her as the rest of the human's body followed.
Her arms reached round the transforming girl's scaly body and slid along her
breasts, pushing them against the snakes muscled neck. To Claire's surprise and
gratification, Clover sighed and started to fondle her green dappled breasts as
she opened her legs and slid her panty-laden thighs against Claire's naked
buttocks.
"Don't worry
about a thing, Claire. You're only getting more beautiful every second,"
she whispered into the girl's hair. Claire smiled, and increased her grunting
as the pleasure between her legs grew.
"Ohh, I'm
beg... beginninng to like, ohh, thisss!" she hissed, as she stretched her
tongue luxuriously forth. It was slick and midnight black, and reached a long
way forward to touch the reptile's trunk. It now reached out from a tube in the
bottom of her mouth, and Clover giggled with amazement to see it coming from
between her friends lips.
"Oh my, ohhh,
it's comming, oh my goshhh" Claire strained against the reptile's coils as
she felt waves of pleasure splash over her scaly form. Clover played with the girl's
hard nipples as the wonderful peak broke and catapulted her into deep ecstacy.
She screamed out with wild passion brought forth by the nuzzling reptile at her
waist. She peaked for a long time before flopping loosely against the strong
serpent and gasping.
"Oh, dear...
I've never done that before! I musst, have, another!"
"Goood, ssooo
good. I can do much more." said the reptile, from Claire's loins, as he
licked her thighs. "But firsst..." he adjusted his coils, and slid
his tail around Clover's waist. She gasped with surprise as he lifted her into
the air and dropped her, standing on the other side of the room.
"Now, Claire,
I want you to go to Clover and embrace the little human." Clover giggled
with glee as she stood, her legs slightly apart. Claire felt the reptile's once
scary and confining, now reassuring, grip fall from her. She rotated her body
and got slowly to her feet. She could now see her body in a mirror. Her head
was now green and growing increasingly reptilian. Her nose had nearly disappeared
into a face that had stretched forward a little. Her back and shoulders gleamed
with patterned scales, while her front was now an underbelly with large bands
of scales. Her legs were very slender but muscled, but they looked like they
were two halves of one whole. They had lost all definition, including her
knees. She wobbled upon feet that no longer seemed able to keep her up.
"Ohhh, no,
I'm so, scared!" she quavered as she started to overbalance, and suddenly
her legs curled gracefully under her. But she landed in the serpent's
comforting coiled grasp. She looked up at the human standing before her, like a
mistress looking down at her pet. Down here she looked more like a snake than
ever. But her tummy felt right against the floor.
"Don't worry,
Claire. Let your underbelly grip the floor. Haul yourself forward and from side
to side. Your body is perfect for slithering now." The reptile looked
reassuredly to her, and she dutifully placed her whole body on the carpet. With
grace that amazed her, she shifted her prone body to the side and forwards
again, and felt the bands on her underbelly catch on the floor. She
straightened her upper body, and gasped in surprise as she slid forwards. The
bend was carried to her hips, then down her legs, which flexed impossibly until
the ripple escaped even the tips of her toes. She slithered forwards a little
more, and hissed with happiness as she felt the floor brush against her nipples
as she writhed.
"Gosh, I can
do it! I can slither like a snake!" she exclaimed with glee. The serpent
smiled happily at her and rubbed his throat against her black-patterned spine
as Claire crawled to her friend's feet. Clover looked down at her, and grinned
with anticipation. The snakegirl reached out her hands to haul herself up the woman's
flesh, then she looked a them strangely as she put then to her sides. Before
her very eyes, her limbs slowly fused into the scales at her sides, became
absorbed into her increasingly thin and round body. She looked down at her
legs, as she felt and saw them melt together, the scales interlocking.
"I think I
know what to do!" hissed Claire, as she circled around the human, then
rested her chin on her leg. Clover sighed as she felt the reptile girl curl
around her legs and grip them gently, then slither forwards and upwards,
getting more and more of her body with each thrust. Soon, her banded mammarys
came up, then her smooth, lengthening belly, and attention drawing little
vagina. Clover bit her lip and closed her eyes with arousal as she felt her friend
crawl up her. Claire never felt so comfortable or so close to anyone in her
life. The male nodded his head with satisfaction, and started to ooze forwards
himself.
"Little
Clover, are you sure you want to go any further? We are just animals driven by
nature. You are a human, and will be doing this by consent." Claire felt a
little dismayed by what the reptile said. But she did feel an unusual feeling
of freedom, to be an animal unchallenged by human rules. And she had to admit
her pleasure in obeying her new, shameless instincts. Clover smiled widely, and
reached for her bra. She breathed in deeply, then removed it from her body, and
let her plentiful boobs hang freely. Claire, her snoutlike face nearby, licked
her lips. Then she stroked her panties, and gently pulled then down a little,
just about revealing her crotch. She rubbed her moist, aroused thatch of blonde
fur, obviously glad to be able to expose it to air.
"Please let
me share you with Claire, wonderful serpent," breathed Clover, as Claire's
scaly body coiled around her chest, then advanced up to her neck, the
underbelly scales gripping her flesh wonderfully. Claire wound her highest coil
around the humans pretty neck, and rubbed her snout against her cheek. The male
reptile hissed long and hard, then smiled widely. He writhed up to them, reared
his impressive head up and slipped forth his tongue. It wrapped around her
thigh twice, and paused just an inch away from her urgent pussy. Then he
wrapped the tip of his tail around the section of Claire's body which held her
vagina, and moved it to Clover's bottom, so both their cunts were right next to
each other. Claire and Clover held their breath with urgent anticipation. The
snake looked directly at Clovers irresistible thighs, then threaded his scaly
snout through the tight space between the human's knickers and her pussy.
Clover squealed with passion as she felt him slither between her legs, his
underbelly plates rubbing against her excited loins as he slithered further and
further up. Human and reptilian female grunted with desire as they felt his
masculine coils wrap securely around their bodies. Claire looked at herself in
the mirror again. Her hair was now gone. Her face had finished it's
transformation into a long snout, with little nostrils and flicking tongue. She
opened her wide mouth and admired the look of her needle-like, menacing fangs
in the mirror, along with her black, wide eyes. Her body was now about the
snakes length, and as the last signs of humanity melded into her serpentine form
she marvelled at her unmarred simplicity and beauty. She was now totally a
snake. The male slithered higher and higher, until his midsection slid over
Clovers knickers. Then he slowly, sensuously rubbed his underbelly against both
girl's sensitive vaginas, and soon he hissed with passion. Claire felt an
awakening at her sensitive genitals, as two lumps swelled from the male. They
grew and grew, inflating from his underbelly and becoming rigid. She slipped
her head down to look between Clover's legs and saw with wonder her mate's two
penises, both green and studded with impressive lumpy scales. They writhed over
the girl's pussy flaps, slowly teased them, then finally nosed their way in.
Clover and Claire groaned simultaneously, as the knobbly tips of the hemipene
sank further and further, and their flesh was opened wide by his thick, scaly
shafts. He thrusted himself in to the hilt, anchored his loins against the
writhing females, and suddenly slipped out again. Claire felt the pleasure make
a welcome return, making her stomach twist with desire. Clover, embracing lust
and trapped deep under the tangled coils of the snakes, lost her balance and
flopped to the floor, but the male anticipated this, and his females were
cushioned by his powerful tail. The reptile started to thrust into the girls
with abandon, as they screamed and squealed with ecstacy. He hammered his
manhood into their awaiting bodies repeatedly and insatiably. Claire wriggled
and shook against the trapped human as she took his penis. The three looked
like a mass of scaly and human flesh, squeezing, writhing and shifting against
itself. As the male snake's wonderful climax approached, he started to fondle
the girls tighter and more desperately than before. His reptilian shaft pulsed
deep inside them, putting the girls into deep frenzy. Claire could feel him get
ready to ejaculate, and it excited her beyond belief. With one final thrust he
remained inside the females and just pushed further, harder still. Deep within
the creatures sweat soaked bodies, the snake's hemipenes twitched, then
suddenly spilled his sperm, quivering as his penis spasmed cool, sticky seed.
His powerful, plentiful cum triggered both girls orgasms, and they gasped
together as they took the seed in and spouted warm lubrication in return. All
the creatures wallowed in their shared cloud of ecstacy, as Clover stroked both
reptiles scaly backs in complete bliss. They remained deeply connected to each
other while their orgasms slowly faded, and the beast's penises had stopped
pulsing his cum. Claire hissed with happiness, though she felt a slight twinge
of shame at this bestial thrill. This was the second time in her entire life
she had experienced orgasm! She looked with wonder at her snake body, and at
the bizarre but powerful and sensuous organ embedded in her transformed flesh,
and inside her best friend. The male looked into Clovers eyes, and he slowly
swayed against her, massaged her softly as he whispered softly. Clover's eyes
flickered gently, and she quietly fainted against the reptile. The snake gently
withdrew from both females and Claire gasped to the feel of her vagina slowly
closing. He and Claire removed their coils from the sleeping girl, and the male
placed her into bed and tucked her in.
"Why did you
do that, snake?"
"We are both
snakes, please notice. And I do it to conserve her dignity. And I need to have
a talk to you." He smiled cunningly.
"But... but
am I ever going to be human again?" Claire's voice would quaver if she had
human lips. Instead she hissed softly.
"No... but
you can take human form, or at least something slightly more beautiful than the
human form. You will always be a snake." He gently slid his body over
Claire's tangled form. She didn't move, but she did shiver a little.
"I've desired
to mate with you since I first saw you in the church, first smelled your half
mammal body. You were transforming, even then. You started to change the second
Clovers parents cast the spell on you. They desired from you not another
daughter, but a pet." Claire gasped slightly.
"What can I
do about this? How do you know?"
"I know this
because they confessed it to me. I know almost everyone's dark secrets this
way. While they love you, they want you to be their familiar. In the morning
they will put you in their terrarium downstairs, a prime specimen of
snake." He smiled at Claire, who felt a strange shy pleasure at this.
"What can I
do about this?"
"Come with me
to the forests, and I will tell you more. Much more. They dared to turn you
into a supernatural creature, and a supernatural creature you'll become. Maybe
you'll teach them to regret what they did to you." Claire smiled sneakily,
but then sighed a little.
"I'm
beginning to like what they've done to me. I never felt sex before you touched
me. I'd like to be a snake for a little longer, I think." The smile
returned to her face.
"How much
longer?" he asked. He saw Claire's gaze travel down his body until it
rested upon his hard, firm hemipene. She breathed gently upon him, her soft
breath emanating a scent of deep lust.
"Shall we
see?"
"You are the
most desirable snake, Claire, that I have ever met," he whispered, as he
tangled himself in her, hissed gently as she moved by instinct against him, and
they wrapped around each other like corkscrews. He teased her, rubbed himself
against her reptilian body until he entered her with dual manhoods. Claire
happily let go of her senses as the reptile started to hump her again.
By Hedonism