Anne's Tail: Chapter 1
An old story concept that never got finished, I put some more down and decided to upload what I had, there is much more to it, however I have other things that people seem to want first.
Anne was your typical college student. She felt like she was invincible. She even mentally styled herself as "Anne Merryweather, Graduate Student Extraordinaire". She was still working on the theme song. She wasn't the most musically talented girl out there. She would ask one of the many music majors on campus, but not many people would understand her need.
Although, even Extraordinaires could be late for lab. Amy was still in her towel when she noticed the time. If she didn't hurry she was going to miss her viability window. Cursing herself for taking the extra time to style her bush. She should have just groomed it to make sure it didn't itch, but no, of course she had to try and shave it into the letter 'A'. It looked nice to be sure, the brown hair showed nicely against her pale skin, giving it a defined outline. Overall it was entirely unnecessary, she had no romantic partner right now and therefor had no one to show it off to.
Dropping her towel, Anne grabbed the first pair of panties off her pile of clean clothes and slipped into them. They were black with dark blue spots and black lace around the top. They were her favorite pair, but she was too busy to notice. She was trying to decide whether the dress she had also grabbed was loose enough to hide her nipples. While her breasts were small enough, large A cup (or as she would put it, small B), that in a hurry she could get away with skipping a bra. She had very active nipples when provoked. Not wanting to waste any more time she decided to wear what she had grabbed and just go braless. Grabbing her backpack, she was out of her dorm mere minutes after seeing the time. She was pleased with herself until she exited the building. It was freezing outside and there were snowflakes gently falling. The weather had cooled off quickly after a warm Fall. In her hurry hadn't even thought to grab a coat. She was regretting it already, but she had no time to dig in her bag for her key. Running as fast she dared across the slick ground she just hoped that she wouldn't poke out too much.
She got to the lab in record time. She donned her lab coat and slipped into her personal alcove. Here she had the previous 3 years of work spread out on the lab table. Papers and reference material was strewn about on one side and a large reptile cage dominated the other half. Inside the cage was a blue coral snake. Her name was Areva, not the name Anne would have chosen, but the snake came already named when she bought it. The most important aspect of her research was spinning in the centrifuge. Her thesis was so close to being finished that every step was crucial and any mistake could set her back months. Her hope was that using a mixture of genetic material and small amounts of the Areva's poison that she could force mithridatism (inoculated immunity) with only a few small injections in quick succession instead of many doses over a long period of time. Her goal would be to perfect a technique that would allow people all over the world to quickly develop an immunity to their local snakes' poisons. Anne could see it now, her name up in lights. Not just Student Extraordinaire, but also Nobel Peace Prize Holder.
The rest of Anne's day passed quickly enough. She had reached the lab in time to pull her samples out before they separated too much. Anne spent the rest of her time recording the results in her workbook. Head still in the clouds, Anne picked up her things to head back to her dorm for the afternoon. She finished up her cleaning with putting her sample tray back in the refrigerator. As she was heading across the room her feet slipped out from underneath her. As Anne fell she saw the snow melt from her bag and cursed herself for not paying attention better. She heard the crunch before she felt the stab of pain in her stomach. Pushing herself up, she saw the mixture of crushed test tube, sample, and blood coating the front of her dress. A couple of the other grad students saw her fall and rushed over to see if she was okay. Upon seeing her bleeding, they ushered her out of the lab over her protestations. They promised to clean up the mess, if she would see about getting the bleeding to stop.
Grumbling to herself on the way back to her room Anne admitted to herself that she might be more hurt than she originally thought. The pain was beginning to crawl outward from her wound site. However the pain was great enough that she didn't have the piece of mind to head back to her room to snag a bra and a new set of clothes. She wouldn't like to have to explain her outfit choice to the nurse. She pulled off the bloody dress, forgetting that some glass might be stuck to it as well. The stab of pain caused tears to well up in her eyes. She sat down heavily on her bed, breathing quickly from the pain and something else... Anne knew she wasn't one to enjoy any sort of bondage play, which was why she was surprised to find her nipples hard and herself slightly aroused. "This is not the time for this," she said to herself, she shook her head as if trying to dislodge the feeling. Looking down at her stomach the wound was slightly above her belly button. It was a bloody looking mess, but she couldn't resist poking it at least once. It was a stupid idea. Pain shot up through her body and caused her to tear up again. However it stopped at her already tense nipples and sent a ripple of pleasure through them.
There was no way she could go to the nurse now. It had been bad enough before with no bra on, but now she was aroused. Her nipples were erect and her panties, when she gave them a tentative test, were soaked. Considering that it was the pain that got her here, she figured that she should try and satisfy herself before heading over to the nurse so she didn't embarrass herself. She nodded to herself, her thoughts fuzzy with desire. Anne slid one hand down her body and cup one of her tiny tits in her other hand. Her fingers on her descending hand brushed the wound. This time it hurt significantly less and Anne chalked it up to endorphins. However, it sent a tiny jolt of pleasure downward, faster than her hand was moving. Anne shivered, she could smell her desire now, it was intoxicating. She couldn't wait with subtlety anymore. She slipped her hand under the band of her dripping panties seeking the source of the moisture. Her fingers rolled down over her hood, barely touching her clit, which still got a moan out of her. Slipping easily between her folds, Anne slid two fingers into herself. It was easy to work herself up, one hand tweaking her nipple and the other fucking herself. She was on her way to her first orgasm when she plateaued. Two fingers ceased to be enough. Anne added a third, it slid in easily. As she started to crest higher and higher pressure built in her abdomen. Without realizing it, Anne hit her first orgasm, it was amazing. Her pussy clamped down on her hand and them spasmed as she came all over herself, her drenched panties, and her now wet bed. Anne wasn't one to cum at all, let alone the gush that just happened.
Now was not the time to stop. As soon as she could move her fingers in herself again, she started back up. This time she wasn't just tweaking her nipples, she was pinching them as hard as she could. The pain in the sensitive nubs was exciting her more than she had ever felt before. She climaxed again, much more quickly than before and her fingers pinched harder than she thought she could. The warm blood she felt brought her back to her senses and she sat up quickly. It was a relatively slow sensation of the blood leaving head and the world going black. She even had time to think to herself about whether the blood from where she had pinched herself would leave awkward scabs before the darkness overtook her.
Anne woke with a start, she couldn't remember where she was for a moment. Then she recognized the familiar crooked ceiling fan that gave her room "so much character", but not a lot of air circulation. She was lying down where she had passed out, clad only in her, now dry, panties. She sat up more slowly this time and didn't have any trouble. She glanced down at the wound, the bleeding had appeared to spot some time ago because it was covered in a very large scab. She poked the wound, it felt tough, but there was no pain. Anne wondered how long she had been out, she hadn't put any pressure on the wound so she figured that it would have kept on bleeding at least a little for quite some time.
Anne stepped into her small bathroom and using a pair a tweezers pulled out the remaining visible glass herself. It was far to late to go to the nurse now, besides it didn't hurt too much and there wasn't much blood when each piece was removed. Soon the area was clean of glass and covered with a real bandage. Anne then proceeded to pull the sheets off her bed, they were covered in dry cum and blood. She tossed them into the laundry with her dress and panties from the previous day and set the machine. With that chore taken care of, Anne slipped into some pajama pants, deciding it was warm enough in the room to not need a top, and started collating the data from earlier.
While she was working over a particularly annoying calculation, Anne's mind began to wander to earlier. She smiled at the remembered pleasure and set down her pencil to check out her nipples. Her fears were unfounded, although there was a little blood crusted on them, it cleared off cleanly. This touching, however, started to make them harder. Maybe it was the perspective of looking down, or perhaps they were simply swollen from the unusually rough punishment they had received early that afternoon, but they certainly looked larger and longer than she was used to. This thought was drowned out by the sensations coming from the tips, they were just as sensitive as they had been earlier. She had been smart to avoid a shirt, otherwise she would have been driven to distraction. Going back to her work, Anne picked up her pencil, her other hand absently stroking an engorged nipple. It wasn't for another minute or so before Anne noticed the sensation in her pajamas. She felt an uncomfortable tightness in the crotch area. She looked down and saw that there was something trying to poke out of her pants.
Startled, Anne tripped out of her chair and grasping with both hands, pulled down her pants. With an unexpected twinge of discomfort the pants slid down to her knees. Anne saw what was causing the bulge, and she backwards onto her naked rump. Her clit was enormous.