Bestial Boutique - Part 1
A search for his girlfriend's perfect birthday present leads one man to discover a very unique boutique.. and a bevy of other beastly bonuses therein.
Disclaimer: This story may contain sexual interactions of a somewhat unusual kind (Naga and human, naga and various furries, too!), as well as (costume) transformation content, so if you're a kid who shouldn't be reading this, or are more normal than I, and don't like that sort of thing, don't complain afterwards.
This story started out as several separate segments I wrote on a 'Choose Your Own Adventure' web site, but I then decided to make it a full fledged tale, re-writing the set-up to make it all my own work. But I cannot discount the inspiration the preceding chapters gave me when I jumped into the middle of it. My thanks to the writers of those chapters: TFox, Rampant Anonymous, Frey, KibaX2, Zoonatic, Drockan Firestorm, and CrazySlash. Extra thanks to TFox, the creator of the Furventure.
The Furventure is/was located here: http://www.furventure.com/
So, this story is presented here, for your viewing pleasure, in a special 'enhanced' fashion! The original segment divisions are intact, complete with foolish titles!
If you are unfamiliar with Web-Based Choose your Own Adventure sites, allow me to explain: First of all, the entire thing is written in the second person, which has the main character actually being YOU, the reader. How fun for you! This is done so that it truly is YOUR adventure. :P
One author will begin the story with a simple intro, such as getting up in the morning. They will then stop the narrative at a cross-roads/decision and write in a number of options as to what can happen next, which will appear as links at the bottom of the screen. They can continue to write what they had in mind for the story or leave them all unwritten and let another user choose one. The new user will then write what they would like to see happen.
Eventually, long branching story lines fill out to the point that a user coming to the website could conceivably read a story from start to finish without needing to write any of it themselves. If they were dissatisfied with a choice, they could go back and pick a different one, which may or may not have been filled in by someone else. Perhaps this new user will take the initiative and show the other users what they wanted to happen!
BUT ALL OF THAT DOESN'T MATTER NOW BECAUSE YOU CAN'T CHOOSE OR WRITE SQUAT. Unnecessary explanations For The Win.
I wrote the above introduction to CYOA sites because I was surprised at the number of my own friends who weren't familiar with them.
And now, without any further ado.. on with the show!
**Bestial Boutique ~Or~ How One's Intimate Relationships Can Be Greatly Improved Via the Use of Fantasy Aides:
Being an Account of One Man's Unexpected, Uninvited and Unusual Yet Ultimately Fulfilling Foray into Furrydom.
A 'You Don't Get to Choose Your Own Adventure'
- Transcribed by ArchDuke Amethystine Serpentius Python The Third, Esquire. (Ph.D., M.D., O.B.E., A.C.E.) Also Known As: The Writer of Unnecessarily Lengthy Titles**
Part One - Desperate Search
It is one of those perfect days in October, when the trees are at their most colourful and the weather has become pleasingly cool, allowing people to comfortably wear long sleeved shirts once more, but jackets are not yet a prerequisite to going outside. You, an average guy, of average height, weight and attractiveness, wake up in your smaller than average house. You're lucky you can afford a house by yourself, even if it's only one half of a duplex, but you have a decent job that you're good at, so you believe you deserve it.
Sliding out of bed and getting ready for your earlier than average work, you consider the things in your life that are not so average. Your girlfriend, Rachel, is the prime example of the unusual in your world. 'She's uncommonly pretty and she dates you', being the first element, you remind yourself while smirking. There are reasons for it, though.. she loves 'furries' or the 'furry fandom', or 'anthropomorphic art', or whatever she's calling it today. You had never heard about it before you started going out with her, and when she confided her odd interests to you, she told you she had tried talking to other guys about it and wound up having to break up with them, thanks to their narrow-mindedness. She said you two couldn't be together without your acceptance of that part of her life, on the verge of tears, she had told you she desperately hoped you would understand, and you and she could remain a couple.
Driving into work, you remember your thoughts at that time... Being a diligent boyfriend and thinking yourself pretty open-minded, you let her draw you into the world of sexy humanized animals.. or hot animalized humans, you were never sure how it was supposed to work, thinking that it depended on how each fan wanted to look at it, based on their tastes.
She was smart about it and eased you into it all, slowly showing you more graphic images and ideas that are popular in the fandom, and for your part, you ate it all up! (Well, most of it. There were some kinks you couldn't cope with. But she had said that was very normal.) This woman and the things she revealed to you were just the sort of un-ordinary element you suddenly realized you had been missing, filling a void in your average life you hadn't noticed. You knew you'd never like it all as much as she did, but her passion for it just made you love her even more, not to mention how much she loved you in return for being the first man who didn't make her feel like an outcast.
And now it's her birthday, and you need to get her a present. You try to think about it at work, but your duties dominate your mind, so that as you leave for the day at a little before 4pm, your only solid idea for a gift is that it needs to be something related to her furry interests. And you need to find it and get home to make Rachel her birthday dinner before she gets off work at 5pm, so you're feeling a little desperate as you pull into the mall.
Hurriedly walking along the promenades of the shopping centre, you have no idea where you might find your girlfriend a present, checking out every random jewellery shop for pendants of animals or any accessory with a bestial nature, you have no luck and quickly progress to trying to find even clothing with a furry twist.. a t-shirt with a fox on it, a pair of leopard print pants, anything!
By half-past four, you begin to question the notion of coming to the mall in the first place, thinking it's been a big waste of time, when you happen to peer at a shop festooned with Hallowe'en decorations. It's a costume place and you'd already walked by it a few times, ignoring it, due to its simple seasonal nature, your mind filled with thoughts of superhero outfits for kids and what not. Looking at it with fresh eyes, you realize there's an outside chance you could find an animal costume, or at least a pair of those cat ears on a horseshoe shaped headband. It'd be a far cry from the fursuit things Rachel is always going on about, but you think it's worth a shot.
Walking in, your original suspicions are fulfilled and your hopes dashed. Nothing but the standard, non-animal costume and Hallowe'en disguise fare fills the oddly shallow store front. You wind up at the counter in front of the back wall way sooner than you think and stand there, reeling at the impossibility of figuring out what to get Rachel now that this last resort has failed as well.. also idly wondering why this shop is has so much less space than the others in the same row of the mall.
All thoughts are shoved forcefully from your head as the person who's been rummaging behind the counter straightens up and stands before you. It's a cat! A cat girl! A feline furry, an anthropomorphic animal! You gasp and recoil slightly, taking a half step back. She was gives you an odd look with her amber, slitted cat's eyes, tilting her head a bit, "May I help you?"
Giving just as odd a look back, you calm down, realizing you must be face to face with the best costume you've ever seen, this shopkeeper showing off her wares, sporting a terribly realistic and shapely black cat costume, which is in turn covered with an orange t-shirt and orange shorts to protect its modesty. Perfect for Hallowe'en, you realize with a smirk. You force a smile, trying to hide your chagrin as you step forward once more, laying your hands on the counter.
"Um, yes, I was going to ask if you had any animal costumes, but I have a feeling now that you probably do.." you trail off, eyeing her a little to convey your meaning.
She glances down at her shirt and almost seems confused by your hint towards what she's wearing, but then smiles and nods quickly. "Ah, yes, of course, my costume! You're looking for something like me-- I mean, like what I'm wearing?"
You nod emphatically, then glance back at the collection of outfits behind you. "Yes, and I have to wonder why, if you have such excellent products, why you don't have them up on display out here..?" You stop yourself and a disappointing thought crosses your mind. Maybe the one she has is one of a kind! Your brain reaches for an explanation to quell this distressing line of reasoning and snatches at the first thing you come up with. "..but maybe you keep them locked up because people could run off with something from the front of the shop?" you ask, hopefully smiling, wanting.. needing to be right, just for the sake of seeing more costumes of the same quality.
"That's pretty much it, yeah. That and the stuff out here is more.. 'family-friendly', you might say," she half mutters the second half of her statement, but you don't notice. You're too enthused about the possibility of finding Rachel an awesome furry costume. "So, would you like to see our selection of animal outfits?"
"I thought you'd never ask," you reply, grinning.
She chuckles softly, the way you'd think a cat would, something akin to a purr rumbling under her breath, "Sure thing.. right this way." The orange clad feline steps over to the end of the counter and turns to the back of the shop, opening a dark door practically hidden by various brightly coloured medieval get-ups. You follow her in, managing to miss the way her black furred tail sways with a life of its own in the dim light issuing from the storefront. She slips off to one side and turns on the lights, revealing the backroom to be bigger than the front.. and filled to the brim with animalistic apparel of more kinds, shapes and sizes than you thought possible. Right in front of you alone, you can see lions, tigers, and bears!
"Oh my," you breathe out. Gradually moving forward into the sea of fur, scales and even feathers, your mind is blank, save for an undercurrent of disbelief.
Snake 'Costume'
As you trod slowly down the first aisle of suits, you come to realize how the shop is organized.. the mundane, kid-centric costumes one would expect out front, things like pirates, astronauts, various Hallowe'en standbys and the like. Whereas in the back room, the true heart of the place, it seems, there are row after row of suits made to look like animals, or rather.. anthros. Sexy ones, too, you think.. eyeing a rather busty vixen suit, with two pairs of impressive breasts. And even though they're hanging on a hollow furry suit, you find they look better than some very real busts you've seen in your life!
Glancing back at the sales clerk, you smile a bit, moving on.. idly wondering how she chose what to wear out of all this. You wonder what you would pick, if you worked here.. or if you'd wear any of them while working. Pondering if you'd look alright in what looks like a male version of the cat attire she's wearing.
Continuing to browse, you spy a few more interesting suits and examine them before continuing, nothing catching your eye. Idly thinking that you should bring your girlfriend back here to meet the fake feline clerk.... waitaminute! You freeze, your train of thought derailing as you remember why the heck you're shopping in the first place! You're here to get your girlfriend something for her birthday! You had been so amazed by the plethora of unbelievably believable costumes that you were only thinking about them and how impossibly real they are.
Checking your watch, the time is now 4:40, not much time left to get back home! You snap your head back and forth, looking with fresh eyes at all the suits, your girlfriend would die if she saw this place! You hold your head, feeling a bit dizzy at all the hot furry forms you could make your girl look like, thinking back to how awesome the clerk looks. Calming down and regaining your composure, you're brought down to earth with a new problem. What to choose? You're now flooded with possibilities as to what you could get her, all of it very beneficial for you, too. Dashing around to the next aisle, you groan softly, seeing several sexy things you'd love to see your girlfriend wearing.
Sighing in happy frustration, you consider your thoughts.. you shouldn't get her something you want her to dress as, she should be the one who wants to wear it. Wishing you could have her choose, you also realize that you _must_ bring her here anyway, just because she'll love you forever just for telling her about this place. You look up, seeing a very male looking wolf 'skin' and a brilliant idea springs to mind. You'll get a cool costume for you to wear and show it off to her, then tell her that her actual present is coming and choosing one for herself.
Plan set in your mind, you look around with renewed interest.. deciding right away that you want a sleek and cool suit, you narrow your choices down to something scaly. From there, the somewhat limited selection of scaled suits makes your choice even easier, seeing a large snake's head dangling down from a hanger, its forked tongue lolled limply out of its snout, you know that you want that one. You always thought snakes were the coolest animal around and your girlfriend encouraged your interest, saying that you should be a 'naga' or something, when she talked about herself as a fur.
Snake 'Costume': Naga Style
You step over to it and reach up, lifting the snake suit's head, looking for the rest of it, you're surprised to find.. nothing? You look to see what the head is hanging from and find that it's dangling down from its own neck and shoulders, the torso and arms in turn suspended from a hanger up above.. you wonder why it's not arranged like the other suits and keep looking, leaning into the rack, between some other furry costumes.
As you lean in, you feel something wet brush over your cheek. Surprised, you jerk away and turn towards the source.. and see the snake's tongue dangling there, forked tip swinging back and forth. Reaching out and feeling it, it's rubbery and wet. Impressed, you squeeze it softly and the material slips from your hand slickly, popping out of the top of your forming fist.. leaving your hand wet and a bit sticky. The slight feeling of disgust at random fluid on your palm is overridden by your fascination with the suit's realism.. could it be some kind of rubbery sponge material? You peer at it a moment longer before leaning in again to see what the rest of the costume is like.
Looking up, you spy the reason why it's hanging up over the rack. After the scaly and human-like chest portion, your eyes follow the wide, off-white cream coloured belly scales along, looking for the legs to start, but you never see them, the suit continuing until it disappears from your view, overtop of some other rack. 'Must be a naga, if its got no legs..' you think to yourself, curious enough to pull on the head to try and see what the rest of the thing looks like.
You pause as you grip around the fake head, realizing how real it feels.. you feel over the facial scales.. they're very smooth and sleek, and cool to the touch.. from what little you can remember of touching a snake at a reptile show, you think this is spot on. The jaws of the snout under the snakeskin feel rather complex.. more than a box shape of thick wire holding the snout in its shape. You guess they'd need _some_ sort of support structure under the wedge shaped nose of a face, because the person's face certainly isn't going to hold it up. Holding up the head in front of your face, you grin, looking into its lifeless and lidless eyes.
"Looks like I made a good choice with you, scaleface," you chuckle and then the flapping tongue hits you on the chin, the springy material making it flop up against you. Sticking your tongue back out at the limp serpent, you tug on its neck and more of the body slips down, practically slithering down from the top of the rack. It takes a bunch more tugs to make the light, hollow costume slip down all the way.. as it flops down around your legs, piling up there, you can tell it's pretty long, probably around 30 feet! You also find it's some kind of semi-stiff rubber that flops like a rubber glove onto the ground, the sides of the simulated coils staying rounded for the most part, but gravity makes the spine of the suit cave into the empty middle, leaving it looking like a very smooshed snake body.
You begin to wonder how someone would wear all of this length when the black cat shopgirl pokes her head around the corner and pads down the aisle, over to you. "Find something you like?" she asks, hopefully.
You nod, "Yeah, I wanted to get this one.. but.. is this for just one person?" you say, looking from her, down to the suit and back up at her, looking confused.
"Oh yes, of course it is! All our products here are for one person.." she replies, smiling and trying to close the sale. You peer at her, unsure.. you think you remember a centaur costume that you assumed would need another person for the hindquarters... She continues, distracting you from that thought. "Trust me, please.. this very handsome python naga skin will fit you perfectly, I know it."
You look at her, unsure. "I don't know about this.." You look at her encouraging face.. idly pondering how well she can convey emotions through that cat mask. Looking back at the snake piled around your sneaker clad feet, you're very much on the fence about this.. you really wanted to get it, but it seems like it'd never work.
Taking It Home
After a moment of reflection, considering that you need to get _something_, you take a deep breath and nod slowly. "I'll take it."
Squealing in delight, the apparent costume wearing clerk bounces happily before grabbing your shoulders lightly, leaning in to give you a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you, thank you. I'm sorry for pressuring you, but I get paid partly on commission and... well, thanks."
Blushing and smiling awkwardly at the kiss from the cute feline face, you try to look at your feet shyly, but see a flopped coil instead. Seeing the costume reminds you.. why is she so happy? Did you pick an extra expensive suit that'll mean big dividends for the clerk who sealed the deal? "Umm.. how much does this thing cost, exactly?"
"Hmm?" she almost seems to purr out her response, looking up at you, having stepped back after her gleeful peck to your cheek. "Oh, the price?" She hmms and seems to think for a moment. You steel yourself for the worst.
She tells you, and while it seems a bit much, but you think the suit is probably a high end one, not to mention how big it is. You don't even ask the price on the other costumes, to keep yourself from being tempted away to something you'll end up being dissatisfied with later on.
As you help the shopkeeper fold up the lengthy reptile suit, you consider how it looks. You like how it's not the stereotypical green scaled snake, its reddish brown scales having a thin line of creamy white along the spine, patches of golden yellow scales along the sides of the back, alternating from one side to the other. Along with the creamy off-white of the underbelly, you think it looks pretty nice! Getting another look at the head as it's laid on top of the rest of the suit in the box, you peer at the eyes. They've got the classic reptilian slit pupil, surrounded with dark brown irises that are speckled with black. Very cool.
As you take your purchase home, you find the large box the costume was packed up in (a box that used to be for a TV or something) to be much lighter than you anticipated.. the snake skin within thankfully only taking up a lot of space and not being overly weighty.
Once home, you put the box in the middle of the living room and go about preparing for your girlfriend's birthday dinner.. hey, you live alone, so of course you can cook! At least a little. Since the only thing you can make that seems appropriate for a special occasion is roast chicken, you already bought one and now you prepare it and put it in the oven.
Seeing that it's late enough after five for your girlfriend to be off work, you head back into the living room to call her. Eyeing the box in the middle of the room as you call her up, you tell her to come over and that you've got dinner and a surprise for her. Hanging up, you remember the cake you bought a few days ago to be the 'surprise', if you hadn't come up with a good enough gift. You smirk, thinking you'll definitely not need it now that you've got the costume.
Putting It On
Rubbing your hands together and smiling thinly, you nod to yourself, time for the moment of truth. You walk over to the box and open it up, the handsome reddish brown wedged-shaped snake's head greeting you.. its blunt snout pointing up at you a little, as it's resting on its folded, limp arms. "Hello again, scaly," you chuckle, reaching in to pull out the extremely realistic python suit.
Pulling out the torso, you lay it over your couch, belly up. As you draw more and more folded up coils from the box, you hmmm in thought, still wondering how that'll work out. Maybe they can be inflated at the end, you ponder, to make them look full, your body filling the front of it. As you drape the smooth scaled hollow loops around the room, you convince yourself that that's how it must work, pumping air into the extra length. Trying to spread the costume out, you wind up making a wide circle in the middle of the chairs, couch, TV and stereo that surround the middle of your living room.. ending up with a messy spiral of serpent.
"Whew.. big guy," you mutter to yourself as you carefully step out of the circles of snake, pondering how heavy a snake this size would be.. as thick as a human and about 30 feet long. You shake your head and dismiss the thought, hoping that you never have to meet a real one and find out. Sitting down on the couch and pulling the torso over to you, you realize you have no idea how you're supposed to get into it either! You examine all over the scaly, human shaped upper body.. feeling at the chest, realizing there's no belly shape to speak of, probably because one would think a snake's belly is all along their body. You're glad you're a rather thin guy, because a chubbier person would bulge out of the streamlined shape of the suit under the chest-section.
Looking further over the suit, you can't find a hole anywhere on the upper body! Sighing in frustration and thinking it really is just a prop that's meant to be stuffed with something and placed as decoration, you peer at the reptile's softly grinning mouth... "Oohh, hell no," you say softly, the realization hitting you. But there's no other way! You sigh and shrug.. you're going to have to slip inside through the mouth.
Pulling it into your lap, you pry open the jaws and get a good look at the fleshy pink insides of the maw, the jaws bending easily and locking open at a wide angle, making you think that you're correct about having to get in this way. The tongue flops out against your belly from where you stuffed it into the head earlier.. the still damp ribbon of rubbery material acting like a black carpet, inviting you into the serpent. You sigh in relief, realizing there's no teeth that you'll have to deal with. You slide your hand in to feel about and are irked to find the whole thing pretty damp, just like the tongue.. probably made from the same material. Sliding your hand in past the back of the mouth and into the 'throat', you hmph, finding more dampness. Slipping another hand in and turning them to have your palms out, you part your arms and pull on either side of the tight looking entrance to the rest of the costume.
You pull your arms out, guessing the wetness is to help slide into the suit, as well as add to realism. You stand up and lay the torso back down over the couch, belly up again.. leaving the head a few feet away from one end of the couch so you can sit on other end and slide yourself in, without moving the suit itself. You begin to do just that, first stripping to nothing, assuming that it's required _and_ that when you get out of the suit, your girlfriend will be quite ready for that sort of thing. You sit on the end of the couch and place your feet against the roof of the snake mouth, pointing them down towards the throat. "Here goes nothing," you say softly.
Easing yourself down and towards the suit, the ring of rubbery and wet material stretches very easily around your ankles and legs.. it feels weird, but strangely comforting, the costume feeling warm. Probably because you were just handling it so much, you think. Your legs slide in slickly, the 'throat' widening without a problem to take in your thighs, the way you're stretching the material makes it drip fluid onto your legs, lubricating your entry into your recent acquisition. You pause as your rear comes to rest gently on the top half of the snake head. Looking down at the torso you'll be 'slithering' into, you see your legs puffing it out into a vague shape.. you can see more clearly how it'll be while you're filling it out, thinking it'll make you look pretty good.
Wriggling a leg inside the slippery smooth interior, the tongue flops backward and slaps onto your mostly limp cock. Eeping and mmming as the tongue seems to lick you after you jump a bit, you grin down at your midsection. "You're pretty friendly, aren't you?" you joke to the lifeless snake. Enjoying the feeling of the soft material on your slightly pulsing member, you lean back and relax a bit, arms propping you up on the arm of the couch.
Of course, you didn't think out the physics of this position and suddenly realize just how slippery the mouth is as your bum glides forward, fast. You slide quickly into the suit, moaning out loud as the ring of the throat grinds against your shaft's underside, pressing it up against your belly as your torso flows into the throat, thanks to you not moving your arms from the edge of the couch, keeping you careening in until your arms and back are flat against the couch and your momentum has been depleted.
Groaning a bit, feeling your erection throb against your belly and the front of the suit, you look down to see that you're in almost up to your armpits. "Well, that was fun," you say to no one in particular. Bending your arm to squeeze it into the front of the serpent's mouth, you glide it in, still impressed by how stretchable the material is as it allows your arm into the slimy confines of the suit.
Feeling around, you soon slip your arm into that of the suit, mming softly at the sensation of the silky sleeve and glove, sensing your arm filling it out snugly. You do the same with the other arm and before you know it, your body has been pulled in by you flexing your arms, the throat of the snake automatically retightening around your neck, the wonder-substance that the costume is made of apparently not experiencing any adverse effects from being stretched out so much by your entry. Then again, what good would it be if it got all bent out of shape that easily?
Sighing happily as your arousal keeps itself going with any movement you make in the outfit, laying over the couch, you reach up with a brown scaled hand, looking at it from your spot nestled in back of the maw.. seeing the short, sharp-looking, almost black claws that tip your new look's fingers. Grinning at how well your arm fills the glove of the snake-arm, you reach up and pull the snout closed, plunging you into darkness. You realize now you don't know how you're meant to see out of this thing.
The Clothes Make The (Snake)Man...?
Pondering your situation in the darkness of the serpentine outfit, finding yourself laying in the damp, slick insides of an apparently excellent snake costume.. you'd probably think it was a pretty good deal (despite your initial thoughts of the price being a little high)... if you weren't blind and immobile inside of it!!
You 'Arrgh' lightly, feeling at the detailed snake's head with your hands, feeling for the eyes.. or eye holes, since the snake's eyes wouldn't exactly line up with your own, from what you can remember. While impressed by the snug fit of the gloves, arms and easily manipulated claw-tipped digits, you can barely feel any detail through their heavily disguised appearance.. only distinguishing the most basic of shapes that you come into contact with.
All in all though, you're enjoying yourself, as well as the slight sensory depravation.. due in no small part to the increasing arousal you're causing yourself.. actually, that's the only reason you're enjoying yourself, as you move within the smooth, pleasantly warm and soft innards of the fake snake.. your formerly half erect member having become a hard shaft as it brushes, rubs and grinds itself against the aforementioned warm and soft walls while you try to figure this misguided purchase out.
While you try to ignore your throbbing loins, you suddenly feel your face tingling, which you ignore as well, since at the same time your vision is being restored to you! Blurry images trickle into your mind, parts of them completely absent, splotches of sight appearing before you, the emerging light creeping into the remaining vague, fuzzy pools of darkness over your eyes.. the whole image before you focusing as your new method of seeing is supplied to you. You ponder how it happened for a split second before the relief of being once again connected to the world around you pushes any idle thoughts of impossibility from your brain.
You also disregard the tingling feeling in your face as it shifts down to your neck, while you take in the sight of the ceiling once more, although with something brown in the way.. The snake's snout, of course! You grin to yourself and miss how the snout before your eyes shifts slightly at the same time.. meanwhile, your mundane imagination supplies the idea of some clever use of glass or mirrors to use the snake's lidless eyes as your windows to the world.. not knowing that, from the outsider's perspective, they've filled with the spark of life and are moving about actively, looking around as you do.
Sitting up and holding yourself up with your arms on the couch, you shiver a bit, your chest tingling as the suit feels like it's writhing against the muscles (such as they are) on your front.. 'knowing' it's because you just sat up, you ignore it as you look around.. seeing everything as it was a few minutes ago.. the snake suit's long, empty and limp coils laying in the spiral you put them in.
Intense pleasure brings you back to the world of the couch, your body and the suit it lays in.. the writhing/tingling sensation swept down to first tease, then engulf your cock and drive you crazy. You moan loudly and lean back a bit more, a part of you in the back of your brain registering that the snake's maw opened and it's tongue fell out as you moaned, idly pleased that the head copies your motions.. but not noticing how the tongue curled upwards before sliding back into the snout smoothly.
Shuddering and mmming deeply, you let the mysterious and sensuous tingle invade your groin and balls along with your member, simply leaning back and letting it happen.. until it just passes on, leaving you horribly unfulfilled. You groan in protest and look to the snake's body where you think your crotch is hidden and try to thrust your hips and malehood into the material that surrounds it. Before your eyes, the thick scaly length arcs up at an impossible angle, the way the 'suit' curves sharply up and then back down to continue flat demonstrating beyond a shadow of a doubt that there's no longer anything close to a human pelvis or legs inside of it anymore.
You gasp, hissing in surprise.. unable to justify and dismiss that amazing flexibility and mobility you just witnessed.. or the unmistakably serpentine sibilance that you just produced. You feel over your face, no.. your snout! Breathing heavier as you realize your supposedly gloved hands deliver perfect tactile feedback, no longer the clumsy claws you had minutes ago.. letting you feel your new face, the handsome snake snout of the costume. Running your smooth scaled palms over the even more smoothly muscled and scuted chest you now possess, looking down at the creamy white belly scales and mmming despite yourself at how wonderful the silky scaled hide sliding against itself feels.
You lean farther forward and gasp again as your entire upper body curls forward, bending over itself and hanging in the air as your surprise makes your new, more fluid body tense up.. then you rest on the beginning of your lengthy form. You realize that you're completely folded over without any inkling of pain, contorted to what would be your chest pressing down on your knees, with the greatest of ease.
Becoming more and more distressed, you hear yourself hissing more, which in turn distresses you even more. You slither forward, hoping to get away and groan at the feeling of your belly rubbing itself.. your new body still sensitive, your mind not accustomed to the sensations. Gliding off of the couch you land in the midst of the formerly lifeless coils, which are now squirming fluidly with the random thoughts at the back of your now sleek head. Well, save for some. You see a good portion of -you shudder to think- YOUR body, that's still flat and limp. Somehow sliding closer, you watch and feel those lifeless loops lift and fill out with what you can only assume is-- you! The tingling from before feels like it's getting farther and farther away, which it is, as it travels along the snakey length and merges you with the costume. The clothes really do make the naga, it seems.
Sighing and letting yourself flop down onto your greatly extended body's various parts, you watch your tongue flick out in front of your snout as something in the back of your mind commands it to do so. Naturally pulling it back in and automatically pressing it to the organ in your mouth that makes sense of the taste of the air, you gasp once more, sensing the world in a whole new way, the smells all around you becoming clear. One of them in particular catches your attention. As far as you can tell, it's you! Your more virile side, that is. Flicking your tongue again and focusing on where you feel the scent is coming from, you reach out in a snap movement, grabbing at the upturned snake-front, finding a series of your belly's scutes divided down the middle to make an entrance.. to something.
The entrance to something quite sensitive you realize, as you groan while slipping your smooth scaled fingers into the foreign opening.. then let loose a deep mmmming-hiss, spreading your thin scaled lips as broadly as your new snout, grinning a signature reptilian grin for the first time as a 30 foot python-naga. An undoubtedly male one you think, as you feel gently around within the pleasing slit you've discovered, moaning softly and hissing as you carefully fondle your vent's contents.
'Surprise' Party
As you grow increasingly aroused, despite your odd new scaly situation, your thoughts return to how nice your previous equipment was feeling before it was taken away as the suit's transformative merging passed over your waist earlier. Laying there over a few of your coils and feeling your new 'armaments', your mind wanders to the idea of finishing what you inadvertently started when you first slid into the suit. The fact that said suit is now your own body making little difference to your sex drive. Inching yourself closer to the slowly swelling patch of scales you've been groping around in, you wind up with your snout practically pushed into your vent, tongue flicking over your sensitive lower regions, giving you pleasured shivers along your lengthy form.
Just then, you feel what seems to be an earthquake! You pull yourself from your self exploration, instinctively rising up on your body a few feet and whipping your wedge-shaped snake head around, stunned to see that none of your possessions are shaking with the force you sense rumbling through the ground. Looking down, you calm yourself, agitated hisses you didn't even realize you were making, being quelled. Vaguely remembering that snakes have an acute sensitivity to vibrations in the ground, you surmise that you're experiencing that ability right now. Only when the trembling seems even more terrible do you hear, with the remnants of your human ears, what you recognize immediately to be the cause of all the shaking. A car has pulled up outside, that's all.
"Wait, a car?! Oh shit, Rachel!" you rasp loudly and stand up straight on your flexible body. You forgot about your girlfriend's imminent arrival! You also briefly take note of your new voice, which sounds very much like your old one, with liberal helpings of rasping and sibilance. The room falls silent as the car is shut off and the 'earthquake' stops, confirming your suspicions.
In the sudden ominous silence, you're able to make out the sounds of her exiting the car and walking up to, then ascending your front steps. Your belly upon the ground feeling the approaching footfalls 'loud and clear', adds to your desperation as you attempt to think of something to say. No! You can't let her see (or hear!) you like this, you have to get out of here! No! You can't go out into the world looking like this, and this is _your_ house! Deciding it's the only option left, you look around for somewhere to hide, franticly flicking your tongue and gliding around the room, up and down over your coils, you soon realize that there is, without a doubt, nowhere big enough for a 30 foot snake to disappear into.
The doorbell rings and as you freeze in place, staring at the door and wishing you had laid out the costume somewhere else before all of this, you have an idea! Not the best you've ever thought up, but as Rachel knocks on the door, her muffled calls for you coming from behind it, you know that your silly plan is all you've got. Flinging your upper body at the couch as you hear a key being inserted into the lock, you fall onto the seat and drape your body leading up from the floor over one of the furniture's arms in what you hope is a convincingly random place for it to be. Letting your arms flop as though lifeless, you attempt to play 'dead'.. or rather, play 'birthday surprise'. The door swings open just as you settle.
"Hello? Honey?" Rachel calls, looking for you as she steps in. Or you think she does, unable to see her from your position on the couch, trying to sense her movements with your sensitivity to vibration. The entryway is one room from your den, so you know she won't spot your 'new look' for a few moments. "Now, this isn't much of a birthday greeting for me, is it?" There's a pause as you hear her hang up her coat and remove her shoes, her keys jingling their way into a tray for them by the door. You inwardly thank the heavens that she knows she's welcome in your house, so if she tries to run at the sight of you, she'll be unable to depart quickly.
"Maybe you're being sneaky and want to jump out and spook me, like a surprise birthday party, hmm?" she ponders half to herself as she comes around the wall, into the living room. The steady footsteps stop completely as you sense they've entered the room and you can her a soft gasp. Well, this is it, she's spotted you, or a part of you.. there's no going back now. After a pause, you hear her slowly approaching you, half whispering in an excited sounding voice, she continues her pondering as to your whereabouts.
"Or maybe you've left my present out here where I'd find it while you get our dinner ready in the kitchen!" her voice rising as she speaks, calling towards the kitchen as she finishes, sounding positively enthralled now as you feel her stepping carefully over and around your loops, nearing the couch, a shadow falling over you. "Eeee! Oh my god! This naga doll is amaaaazinnngggg!!" feeling over your torso's back, you strain not to react as she touches you and keeps shouting over your head. "It feels so real.. and it's so big! Wait, is it a costume?? Oh sweetie, you remembered.. I said you should be a naga.. that's so sweet.." she trails off, her voice lowering as she becomes overwhelmed at your apparent gesture, looking and feeling over your scales, trying to restrain herself until you 'come out of the kitchen', before really taking a good look at her 'present'.
Seeing her as she bends down to look into your large, lidless eyes, you make sure not to move them and try not to smile.. she's a cute redhead, a bit on the short side and you love her quite a lot. Her slim, hot little body not hurting your opinion of her at all. Luckily, your cool scales don't give away your status as a living being to her light probing of your hide, your long body also able to mask your slow breathing very well. It doesn't hurt that you've had your breath held almost the whole time she's been hovering there, peering down at her 'present'. You can't help but smirk on the side of your snout that she can't see, thinking how she certainly got what she wanted.. now you just hope she doesn't regret having her wish granted so thoroughly. You wait until you feel her move past you, soft tremors of her steps leading towards the kitchen.
"Sweetie? You're being extra silly now, where are you?" Figuring now is as good a time as any, you stir and lift yourself up, rising into a standing position next to the couch.
"Umm.. Rachel?" you murmur, speaking softly and as much like your old voice as you can.
"Finally! Where've you been, I thought you were in the kitchen, preparing your famous roast chick--eennnnn...." she turned, figuring you had come from upstairs and into the living room, but sees you.. the new you, standing there, head bowed slightly, trying not to flicker your tongue and worsen the situation.
"...Sssurprissse?"
The 'Faint' of Heart
Rachel, your lovely, little, cute, redheaded, furry loving (and scaly loving, you hope) girlfriend stares at you for a few moments that seem to go on forever, as these kinds of moments tend to. During the time the two of you are left in silence, within your own mind, you manage to curse yourself out quite thoroughly for not thinking up a better way of breaking the news to her.
Nervously moving your lengthy body by way of an old habit you have of shifting your weight on your feet.. your former feet, anyway.. it's translated into the flop of a coil behind you, which your girlfriend notices. As you watch her eyes falling upon the now settled loops, you watch them zip around in circles at the ground, no doubt tracing the winding path your new form takes around the living room floor.
As her gaze travels slowly up your front to continue their staring at you, you spy her pretty little ponds of green focusing on your snout. With a start, you realize it's been hanging somewhat ajar, showing off the multitude of white curving needles your new body calls its teeth, which you can now feel lining your large mouth. In spite of yourself, you hiss softly in alarm, and close your mouth quickly, jerking a hand up to cover the end of your protruding scaly face, as if to cover something that was on display moments ago.
Your eyes dart up to see your significant other's reaction, just in time to catch her eyes rising to meet your own for the first time. Your's are lidless and unblinking, deep brown and darkly speckled, slit-pupiled orbs, and they catch her beautiful, soft, light green and normal human eyes.
All of this takes about 6 and a half seconds. While reptile and mammal gaze into one another, you pray she recognizes her boyfriend, wishing for some fairy tale notion of true love conquering circumstances that would tear them apart. You think the reality is that all she's seen is more proof that what stands before her is real and not just a costume, probably frightening her.
Her eyelids flutter and your spirits soar with thoughts of renewed hope until you see her eyes rolling upwards under their flickering coverings.. her pretty eyes turning ugly as their red vein-filled undersides are exposed before they're shut away and she begins to teeter before toppling, fainting and dropping the sunglasses she was holding.
Before you even know what you're doing, you literally spring into action and make to catch her, taut muscles along your coiled form launching you across the gap to Rachel, like an arrow, arms at your sides, head pointing forwards. You find yourself twisting your body to the side, turning as if to lay on your side in the air as you reach the slowly falling form, seeing how you've come level with her hip, losing height in your lunge towards her.
Before she can move another inch, though, you've curled your head towards your front to begin to coil yourself around the warm body you sense before you. Feeling yourself draw more of your length out of the pile where it was resting, curling it smoothly against the soft girl. In a blurred, oddly detached way, you see what must be another part of your body, the creamy belly scales dashing past your view as your snout speeds around her body, working upwards. Suddenly finding a head pressed to your chest, you look down as the last portion of the burst of instinctive actions finishes with a coil automatically hooking around the back of her lower legs to complete your sudden and all-encompassing supportive embrace of your sweetheart, keeping her from falling even a few inches.
A soft *Clack* is heard and you feel something bounce against your scales. You crane your neck overtop of the small woman to see her sunglasses coming to a rest on the carpet in front of the both of you, finishing their tumble to earth after she dropped them upon fainting. Breathing slow and heavy after that bit of exertion, you look up to where you were standing a moment before.
'I crossed half the room and wrapped her up that quickly?!' you think to yourself, boggling at the speed of it. It seemed like at least a few moments to you. Looking back down to Rachel, you move to hold her, but then realize: as much as your curled body is supporting her, your arms are still at your sides! Laying your hands over her shoulders, you manage to slither around her and lower both of you down, gliding over to lay the loosely wrapped woman overtop some more of yourself, still mostly bunched up where it was when you greeted her.
As you shift to sit yourself at her side, settling onto your coils once more, you feel just how warm she is against your scaly hide.. how warm and how nice! You gently flex around her and hiss happily, mmming deeply.. flicking your tongue as you let yourself go for a moment while she's unconscious, revelling in the feel of your body once again. The smell of a female around you, the sensation of your coils running over and around one another in the pile, the power you sense as you embrace her small form firmly within your own.. the pleasure of that same small body emanating heat into your cool one, slowly penetrating your cold, thick hide.
Thoughts of what happened as you entered the suit, as well as thoughts of your self-exploration before you were interrupted, return to the surface of your mind as you sit there. You slide your thick loops around the girl some more and look down at her face, pondering those thoughts and becoming aroused by them. You look over her supple body and consider taking advantage of the situation..
But, seeing her visage gives you pause, remembering that she's more than what your animal urges were just making her out to be. Settling down slightly and resting once more at her side to await her awakening like a proper boyfriend, you try to think of what to say, and what to _do_, when she wakes up.
After a few minutes of waiting and idly soaking up her body heat into your cold-blooded self, Rachel begins to stir and murmur in her sleep, waking up..
To be continued in.. Love Means Never Having to Say You're "Sssorry"
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