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Jade meets the hot herm naga pornstar she ended up transforming to look like. Neither of them have gotten to have sex with another naga and their friendly dinner takes a lewd turn.

A Naga's Pornstar Crush by Zmeydros

It was just warm enough for me to go outside without wearing the special two-thousand-dollar covering that had been designed to protect my lower half from the chill of winter. Dead leaves that had been liberated from the snow and ice were caked in the gutters along the road. My tongue darted out bringing back the musty scent of those sopping leaves.

A gust of wind caused some of the stuck-together leaves to flake off and tumble down the street as my bus pulled up.

It took a good few seconds for the bus driver to realize she had to open the door to let me in. As I slithered up the stairs, her eyes widened until I wondered whether they were going to fall out of their sockets and roll across the floor. Ignoring her aghast expression, I pressed my bus pass against the reader until it gave a reassuring beep.

Hoping to snap the bus driver out of her shock, I said, "Good afternoon."

"G-good afternoon, ma'am." Her eyes darted toward the back of the bus. "Sir? Could you move to one of the empty seats further back to make some room?"

A man in a yellow-brown corduroy jacket looked up from the book he was reading, his eyes immediately going to my pornstar-sized bust. Then his eyes moved in jumps, up to my face, down my black pleated skirt, and across all fifteen feet of my tail.

He blushed as he got up and muttered, "Sorry, don't see many, um, whatever you are."

"I'm a naga," I said for the thousandth time.

The place he'd been sitting was a row of three seats connected to the wall of the bus that could be folded up to make room for wheelchairs. I sat on the third seat and wound my tail back and forth trying to get as much of it as possible under the seats so I wouldn't trip anyone.

The bus driver pulled away from the curb.

The man had the air of a Chinese ambassador and had the most perfect haircut I'd ever seen. "A naga, huh? How did you end up like that?" He leaned forward placing his forearms on the back of the gray heavy-duty plastic and metal divider that was in front of the first row of front-facing seats. His watch practically sparkled on his wrist now that it had been revealed to the daylight.

"I had an accident at an augmentation clinic." I would have given an answer that didn't lead to more questions, but this guy looked intimidatingly shrewd. My first guess was that he was a lawyer: his watch looked to be worth six months rent.

His brow furrowed in honest confusion. "If it was an accident, why didn't you get changed back?"

I blushed. "I actually like my body better this way."

"Well, you're the most unique augment I've ever seen."

"I get that a lot," I admitted. "I'm actually a bit anxious because this is my first time in Averten since the accident."

"Let me guess, you're from the south?"

"Yeah, it's the accent isn't it?"

He nodded. "It comes through loud and clear even though you've got a snout."

"People think I sound strange on the phone, my s's are a bit hissy because of my tongue."

He grinned. "It makes you sound a bit like a reptilian antagonist from a children's cartoon, but I like it."

"Glad you think sssso!" I milked that "s" for all it was worth.

Other people on the bus looked at me from the corners of their eyes while the guy I was talking to had a good laugh. Tilting his head, he asked, "You mentioned being anxious?"

"Yeah, everyone in my small college town knows I've changed and it's finally to the point where people on the street aren't doing a double take. I'm having to go through having people jump or look at me with shock all over again."

"Now I feel bad for singling you out." He looked down at the floor.

"No, it's fine." I settled into that calm conversation enjoying being treated like a normal person for once.

After getting off the bus, I took the subway downtown. All eyes were on me in the moderately clean, ancient, all-steel, subway car. Many of the people watching me had augments and were likely wondering how I afforded to get so much work done. Also, judging me for going "too far" with my augmentation. At least a couple of them were blushing and checking me out. One of them had cute floppy bunny ears and the other had a feline tail and ears.

I smiled at each of them and they turned away realizing they were staring. The moment I looked back down at my frilly pink blouse, I saw their heads turn back toward me. It would have been unfair of me to judge them for their fascination since my own fascination with a naga porn actress is what caused the accident that changed me.

That porn actress, Vixi, was popular enough to afford an apartment in downtown Averten, so I was sure there were a lot of people fixated on her. Other than the fact that I looked like her, I had no idea why she'd invited me to dinner. Part of me was worried she'd ask me to stop making porn using her look. Another part, the part that was winning, was wanting to masturbate for the third time today. I couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to entangle my body with hers, have her twin cocks inside me, and then fuck her in return.

Holding my slit shut to keep my pricks inside, I blushed. At this rate I was going to make a tent in my skirt and get even more looks. Oh how I wished I could just let it happen, let everyone know I was a herm. The tips of my dicks slipped out. Damnit! I was horny again!

I popped earbuds into the nondescript holes my ears had become. I had been worried not long after my change that my hearing would be affected, but my cobra-like hood actually directed sound into my new ears pretty well. In fact, if I angled my head and moved the muscles in my hood just right, my hearing was incredible. Eavesdropping on faraway conversations was a new guilty pleasure.

I distracted myself from the prying eyes, and my anxious giddiness about finally meeting Vixi, by listening to a podcast about using social media to promote one's porn business.

The podcast helped some, but I was feeling a draft under my skirt every time the doors opened which made me aware that the thin wrap I wore as underwear was wet with my own excitement. Which led me to fantasize about being exposed in public. I didn't make porn just for the money, I made porn because I adored the idea that people would get off from looking at my body, that they'd feel the way I did when I was watching Vixi cum on camera.

At the stop before mine, I put my dark brown leather purse-like backpack in my lap pressed down on my snatch through my skirt. I gasped softly and rolled my hips. I wanted someone to come and lift up my skirt, undo the buttons of my wrap, and make love to my pussy with their face.

Now there was a slight tent in my skirt. It was well hidden by my backpack for the time being, but if I let myself get much harder, my skirt would get pulled up along with my underwrap. I'd tried having a wrap that wasn't stretchy and kept my pricks in check when I got excited, but the pain of having my cock heads forced against tight restrictive fabric was unbearable. Plus, controlling myself in public was usually no problem.

Once my arousal got past a certain point, however, the more I thought about how I needed to calm down, the harder I got.

Six inches of my shafts were out of my slit when the doors opened for my stop. I got up and awkwardly held my bag in front of my crotch as I left the subway car.

Anyone peering from the side would realize I had something under my skirt and many of them would suspect what was actually there. Luckily, ascending the stairs that exited the station distracted me from lewd thoughts and by the time I was at the top my erections were almost under control.

As I was marveling at the intricate vine patterns in the black wrought iron railings that prevented people from falling into the staircase from the street, someone screamed. The source of the scream was a fifty-year-old man with grey just starting to show in his hair. He was gripping his chest and staring at me in abject horror. Unfortunately, a lot of people were afraid of snakes and the amount of fear tended to scale with the size of the snake. I'd long since figured out that trying to comfort these people was counterproductive, so I just said, "Sorry," and gave him a wide berth as I made my way down the street.

Someone stepped on my tail as I was staring up at the tall mottled brick buildings with deep-set windows. My wince in pain was accompanied by the perpetrator saying, "Oh! I'm so sorry!"

I didn't bother to look back at them. The sooner I was off this crowded, but charming, street, the better. The trees that lined the street were protected by ornate wrought iron cages.

After two more people tripped and stepped on my tail and I'd made a couple turns, I was in front of Vixi's building. With my heart beating so fast its individual beats were a blur, I texted her, "I'm here!"

"Whoa! You're twenty minutes early."

"Didn't want to get lost and end up late. I can find a coffee shop or something nearby and wait if you're not ready to have me," I sent back.

"No, it's fine as long as you don't mind helping me chop up some mushrooms."

"I'd be happy to help," I sent.

"Fantastic! On my way down."

When I finally saw her on the other side of the door, my eyes got wet. She was as beautiful as ever and her smile was as honest as they came. Her plum-colored satin v-neck was so low cut that I could see the curve on the underside of her breasts and her matching skirt was a bit shorter than mine. Holding the door open for me as I slithered inside, she looked me over from the top of my scaly head to the end of my tail.

The old cast iron staircase to my right was caked in many layers of black paint, but still managed to look stately.

After closing the door, she said, "Right and then it's the third door down."

The old wooden doors had even more character than the rest of the building. Somehow, the decades of nicks and scratches had only added to their appeal. I moved to the side to let her access her door and the moment we were both inside, she said, "I'm so glad you got the color wrong."

"Me too, if I looked exactly like you, I'd feel even worse than I already do." I frowned. My red was much deeper than her pinkish-red. I'd probably gotten the color wrong due to the flamboyant lighting of the bar scene I was thinking of when I transformed.

"At first, I was pissed that you stole my look, but then I read the article about what happened to you and I was an emotional wreck for a couple days."

I tilted my head and met her eyes, "Emotional wreck?"

"I was so angry: at you, the reporter for portraying you as a pervert, and the oafish pig of a pop psychologist who they let diagnose you with some over-hyped disorder just for wanting what you wanted." She shook her head. "And amongst all that anger, I remembered all the shit I went through after I chose to have my whole body done."

"I can only imagine what you went through. Full-body augments were less popular back then."

"Hey! No making me feel old, I'm not even thirty-five yet." She narrowed her eyes at me.

"S-sorry." I cringed.

She laughed. "I kid, I kid."

"Oh!" I breathed a sigh of relief.

"I bet you've gone through just as much shit as I have. Times have changed, but not that much," she said.

"I've been worrying about this meeting for a while and I have to ask, are we good? I kinda stole your identity and became a competitor in the same industry. If you want us to stop making videos, we will." My jaw clenched with worry. This was it, if she said she wanted us to stop, my main source of income for paying off my college loans, and the fines from my unlicensed full-body augmentation, would be gone.

She sighed and pinched at the scales between her eyes. "I no longer have a beef with you, but the other part, I'm not sure. You seem like a genuinely nice person, so I'm less apprehensive than I was before. Honestly, I don't even know if I could stop you if I wanted to."

"I would stop if you asked me to, period." I held up my hands as if to surrender.

"That means a lot...Okay, things got way way too heavy for you just entering my home. How about you help me finish dinner and then we dive back into the deep stuff?"

"O-okay." I looked at the floor.

"Are you a hugger?" she asked.

"Yeah, why?"

Putting her arms around me, she said, "You look like you really need a hug."

I hugged her back feeling our massive tits squish against each other. The touch of her scales, her curves, was like getting a bucket of lust dumped on me. I'd spent so much time lusting after her that my body didn't know how else to react.

She tightened the hug. "Mmm. This is nice."

I pleaded with my cocks to stay put, but they were pressing against her before I could extract myself from the hug. My heart sunk when she suddenly let go and backed away.

"I should've known that would happen," she said, staring at the rise in my skirt.

I turned away, "Sorry."

"Were you hoping to fuck me during this visit?" she asked.

My jaw hung open for a moment before I said, "A-are you sure you want me to answer that?"

She nodded and then grinned. "I'm a porn star. I can handle it."

"In most of my fantasies concerning you, I'm the one getting fucked first. Then we switch." I blushed deepening the red on my cheeks.

She laughed. "I like the way you think."

I looked away from her shyly.

Clapping her hands, she said, "Let's get dinner going." She pointed at the area of her white-tiled countertop next her deep stainless steel sink where a cutting board with some portobello caps was sitting. "The mushrooms are on the counter. Cut them into quarter-inch slices while I pound down the stromboli dough for the second rise."

"Were you planning to cook with me all along?" I asked.

"Yeah, actually. I find the best way to get to know someone is to collaborate with them. If you were a jerk, you'd try to get out of it, and if you were a creep, you'd have me on a pedestal so high that you'd go out of your way to try and impress me with every task."

"Doesn't telling me how you rate people invalidate your test?" I asked as I washed my hands in the sink.

As she pulled a stainless steel bowl out of her warming drawer and set it on the counter, she said, "You're not a jerk because you care about my feelings and you're not a creep because you didn't try to grope me the first time I touched you."

"Huh, I can only imagine the other traits you're looking for," I said.

"Don't worry yourself, this is going well already. If you get on my nerves, I'll let you know."

I picked up the knife. "Are the mushrooms washed?"

"Yep! All you gotta do is cut them."

"Perfect," I said and started slicing.

She hummed as she pounded down the dough and kneaded it a bit. Then she put it back in a bowl and put it in the warming drawer of her oven.

"Are you humming the intro song to my porn videos?" I asked her.

She turned around, a deep blush on her face. "It's really catchy."

"Wait, how many of my videos have you watched?"

"A few," she said in a non-committal way as she grabbed the nonstick frying pan that was sitting on her drying rack.

Now I was blushing. Of course she'd watched them. How could she not? She was clearly into her own body and I was close enough it was probably a bit like watching herself have sex. I didn't know how to continue the conversation from there, so I worked to finish up cutting the mushrooms.

She set the frying pan on the stove and then got a bag of Italian mix shredded cheese out of the fridge. Measuring out the cheese, she added it to a bowl of meat she'd prepared. My tongue was slipping out to taste the air frequently now that all the smells of cooking were surrounding me.

After she stirred the cheese in, she said, "I hope you like mushrooms and pork. I have vegetarian beef crumbles in case you don't eat meat."

"That Italian sausage smells amazing. Did you spice the ground pork yourself or did you buy it pre-made?"

"I spiced it myself. I grow my own fresh basil in the living room window," she said.

"Mushrooms are done," I said feeling a bit of pride about my neat slices.

"Throw them in the pan."

I did so using the knife to push them off the cutting board. "I've never had mushrooms in stromboli before, but I haven't had much stromboli. I'm looking forward to trying it."

"It's to die for. Mushrooms taste incredible with fats, so the cheese and the meat both go very well with them." She tossed some spices and a bit of oil into the pan as the mushrooms started to sizzle. Then she motioned for me to move closer. "Come keep me company while I push some recently dead fungus around in this pan."

I laughed as I moved up next to her right side. "That's the worst way you could have said that."

She chuckled. "I thought that would get a laugh out of you."

In the few seconds while she worked to stir the pan, my mind wandered back to her earlier admission. "So, when you watched my porn, were you hate watching it or did you actually like it?"

"I've never understood hate watching. If something gives me strong negative feels, I don't subject myself to it."

"But you're not sure if you're okay with me continuing to use what is essentially your image to make money?" I asked trying to distract myself and her from the fact that my pricks and pussy were getting excited all over again. In my mind's eye, she was stroking and fingering herself while watching Brady fuck me with his big meaty horsecock. It was almost too much.

"You're using the money to pay off school loans, right?"

"Yeah, actually," I said.

She flipped a bunch of the mushroom slices over and then looked me in the eye. "How about this? Once we get the stromboli in the oven, you tell me, in your own words, how you ended up transforming to look like me. I'm honestly still a bit creeped out by it, but I've also watched a lot of your porn, so I have some very mixed feelings that I'm trying to untangle."

"Sorry again for what happened." I looked away unable to endure the weight of her gaze.

"The apology in your email was more than enough. It's the reason why you're here, actually."

"Oh?"

She nodded. "It was very thoughtful and came at the right time."

"I figured if I didn't reach out to you, all you'd have for reference was bad reporting." I moved back to give her some room as she shut off the burner and lifted up the pan.

When she poured the mushrooms in with the meat, she said, "I feel bad about not contacting you sooner. I honestly didn't know what to feel for a good while there."

I sighed. "Neither did I."

Setting the pan down, she wrapped her tail around mine encircling it in a scaly hug. "You seemed so scared the first time I saw you on the news. Your frown after the reporter asked how your change would affect your plans for the future still makes my heart ache."

"I was terrified." I didn't deserve her kindness. Ever since the change, I'd felt like I'd stolen something from her. She had done all this to become unique and she must have put a lot of work into planning what she'd look like after the change.

"I was angry." She grabbed a pair of glass baking dishes from under the cupboard and sprayed them with cooking spray before putting half the dough in each. "But I still felt for you."

As she started spreading out the dough in one pan, I moved up and spread out the dough in the other. She smiled at the fact I'd caught on to what she'd want help with next. I further entangled our tails fascinated by the complex arrangement of scales and muscles as we made each side of a double helix. "I only knew you from your porn and was worried you'd start a legal battle with me or something."

"Wow, I'm glad I'm not that petty." Her tail squeezed mine.

"Me too." I squeezed back.

Her tongue was sampling the air more frequently now. "Are you getting wet again?"

I blushed and started to untangle my tail from hers. "Whoops." My body was doing its own thing, as it often did. Sometimes I wondered if I'd envisioned myself as an oversexed being during my transformation and made it a reality.

She resisted my attempt to untangle wrestling my tail with hers. "If the price if this amazing tail cuddling is you getting wet, I'm willing to pay it."

The wrestling of our tails, the twitching of her muscles against mine, was too much and I moaned as I struggled to keep my cocks inside.

"That was a very sexy moan," she said as she broke an egg and dumped it into the filling.

My tongue caught her own arousal in the air. It was a lot like mine, but spicier, and made my nipples tingle madly. "Seems that got us both worked up."

"Feels good to have company when you're worked up, doesn't it?" I could see the grin on the side of her snout as she stirred the egg in.

What was I supposed to say to that? I furrowed my brow. Was she coming on to me? Damn! My cocks were refusing to cooperate!

"Popping boners, are we?" she teased.

"Gah!" That was it, inches spilled out stretching my wrap and tenting my skirt. Our tongues were sampling the air every second.

She looked at the tent in my skirt before she poured the filling on top of the part of the dough that was lining the bottom of our baking pans. "You're adorably easy to tease, you know that?"

"Y-yeah," I panted out, still trying to get control of my libido.

Covering the filling with the flap of dough she'd draped over the edge of the pan, she said, "If it gets too tight, just go nude, okay?"

"What!?" I balked before pulling the dough over the top of the filling on my pan.

"Honey, it's not like those clothes are hiding anything I haven't already seen and touched. I've got my own set, remember?" She folded the dough along the edges making a seal. Then she took a small knife and cut slits in the top.

Panic and arousal fought inside me as I struggled to make the fine movements required to crimp the edge of the dough.

It was getting way too tight in my crotch and it didn't help that I could smell she was quite wet herself. I could practically taste her. Where I had a hint of fresh fig, she had a hint of apricot. Our scents were fantastic together! I tried not to think of us fucking as destiny, but I was stuck in my feedback loop of knowing I shouldn't get more horny which made me more horny.

"You're looking mighty uncomfortable, there," she said as she put the pans in the oven.

Maybe I'd never learn how to traverse the slippery slope that was my arousal. My wrap was being stretched to its limit. As I washed my hands, she grinned at the bounce my throbbing cocks were adding to my skirt. I moved away from the sink so she could wash her hands.

Shutting off the water, she said, "You can get off in my bathroom if this is making you uncomfortable."

Biting my lip, carefully because I had fangs, I reached down and unsnapped the buttons of my skirt. They ran all the way down so I could just pull the thing off without having to work it off my tail. My wrap was the same and my hands shook as I unbuttoned it for her greedy eyes. As my dicks and snatch were exposed to the hot moist air of her kitchen, I hissed in relief.

"I'm gonna have to remember not to tease you. You're at full mast!" There was a bit of pride in her smile. She grabbed a paper towel from a dispenser underneath the cupboard next to the sink and handed it to me. "Here, so you can deal with your little trail of girlcum."

My big, puffy, needy, pussy twitched at her mention of its wetness. Wiping at it in a way that didn't make me even moister was a challenge, but after a few sharp moans, I had things more or less under control.

"Why don't we cuddle on my couch while you tell me your story?" She started heading into her living room which was through an archway with dark wood molding along it. The molding had a simple vine pattern in it that ran the entire length.

As I followed her, I picked up my lower garments and said, "I don't know, every time I tell it nowadays, I get really...excited...if you catch my drift."

"I'm not sure how you could get more excited than you already are, but if I'm feeling uncomfortable, I'll let you know. So far, it's like watching myself get worked up in the mirror and it's kinda fun." She laid back on the couch taking up its entire length and still having several feet of her tail run off the end and across the floor. Such was the way of nagas. If we didn't coil up on ourselves, we took up a ton of space.

I let her pull me up against her. I was laying slightly further down the couch so my scaly hood was against her cleavage. Her crotch was warm against the small of my back. Her scent filled my every breath and my tongue was still excitedly darting out of my mouth. My cocks stood at attention bouncing with my heartbeat. I resisted the urge to touch myself because she hadn't said it would be okay for me to just start going at it while laying against her.

A deep greed grew in me as we entwined our tails. This was nice, but I wanted us to get rid of the layers of clothing still separating our scales...

(Note: I made a rather embarrassing mistake. I put up the whole story instead of just the preview. I've fixed that now. That's it for the preview, the rest of the story has lots of twin-dicked herm naga sex. Go to my Patreon and become a Patron to read the rest. www.patreon.com/zmeydros)