Wrath of Serpentess
#1 of Serpentess Saga
Wrath of Serpentess
By Von Krieger
Elana let out a shrill shriek of joy as she clutched the large package to her chest. She was worried that they wouldn't arrive in time for the big day. Her morning and afternoon had been the usual drudgery, but the 'large object' insert in her mailbox had stirred her hopes and the sight of the large box itself had her nearly cackling with delight, though she had waited until she was in the elevator to let out her raucous cry of celebration.
Her own ReNA costume; using a mix of industrial nanotechnology and some quirks of materials science, DeGares Industries had taken an expensive manufacturing and plastic surgery tool and made it accessible for the masses.
Well, at $500 for the outfit, it wasn't quite affordable for the masses yet. But considering there were already a few hacks for them on the net, Elana's slinky, serpentine Halloween costume would probably end up serving a number of uses during the rest of the year. The outfit was supposed to have a 24 hour time limit before the nanites shut themselves down, but there were simple tweaks to charge them back up again, so long as you didn't wear the outfit for a whole day.
She was tempted to rip open the box in the elevator and try her suit on right then and there. The only thing that stopped her was the off chance that someone might come in while she was in her underwear, and another minute or two of waiting just made the end reward all the sweeter.
In the last few years there had been supermodels sporting redder than red hair, the most alluring golden eyes, scintillating silver skin, and more. The addition of non-human traits to magazine models had begun to creep more and more into the mainstream. The ReNA costumes weren't actual generic rewrites, merely nanotech-infused clothing that could look incredibly detailed and lifelike. It was the same stuff they used for special effects in movies, though more than one horror movie actress had decided to get a tail job done once filming was over and they were suddenly bereft of the fifth limb that had adorned their backside for the better part of several months.
Not surprisingly they'd showed up in porn even sooner than that. Having to hide the boob job scars was a thing of the past, and all sorts of strange fetishes were being catered to. And of course the moment she brought to mind the term "strange fetish" it was like speaking the name of the devil, summoning before her her flatmate, Kevin, from the shadowed netherworld of the living room.
"Awesome! My costume came!" he said, delighted, pulling the box from Elana's arms and pulling out the renn-faire knife from his belt that he wore around the house. Elana winced as he used it to slit the tape holding the cardboard box shut.
"Thank you for your purchase of a ReNA costume kit! Simply wear, press the activator on the back of the headpiece and voila! Instant Halloween fun!" came a pleasant female voice from inside the box.
Kevin reached in and scooped up the small chatterbox device and tossed it in the trash as it began its legal disclaimer.
"Do not machine wash. Suit charge will only last twenty four hours before depletion, so be sure to remove the suit after that time. If worn longer, please consult a physic..."
Kevin slammed the door to the trash closet shut, cutting off the babble. He reached in and shoved the vacuum sealed plastic bag containing the black outfit aside, snatching his own orange one from the box.
"Woo! I'm going to be the hottest thing at the Cavendish party!" Kevin cried, darting with his prize in hand.
Elana shook her head, the idiot had not shut up about his "Awesome tiger costume" since he'd sent in the order form for the two suits. He'd also joked and teased Elana mercilessly about being his 'girlfriend' since the two had used the couples discount to get a reduced rate.
With a sigh Elana pulled out her suit and took it to the bathroom, as Kevin had seen fit to return to the living room and began stripping. The dark haired young woman reminded herself that her normal roommate, Jane, would be back from Europe sometime in January. Kevin was nothing more than a stopgap measure so she could keep paying her rent.
She made sure the door was locked behind her as she removed the suit from its wrapping, shortly followed by the clothes from her body. She unfolded the sleek, black, hooded latex catsuit, a small domino mask accompanying it, just as had been pictured. It didn't look like much of anything now, but once the nanites fired up, she would be the scourge of the collage campus Halloween party, the sinister Serpentess!
Rather than going as heroine or villainess that someone else on campus was likely going to have an outfit of, Elana had went and designed her own sleek, sexy supervillain. The snake suit was merely the main part of her outfit, boots, bracers, gloves, a cape, skirt, and leotard would complete the look.
She slipped a finger into the nano-seam along the side; it would vanish completely once her outfit was on until she wanted to take it off again. Until she wanted it to, she'd completely look the part of a scaled snake. No Godzilla-like embarrassing zipper to ruin photos. And no panty lines either.
She slipped a foot down the leg of the suit, and then the other. The material gave way at first, but once it was properly situated on her form it clung tightly and comfortably. She slipped one arm into it, ducking into the hood.
Properly unfolded the costume revealed its simple detailing, a bright red band around the waist, and the cobra-hood symbol upon her back in the same. The costume tightened as she slipped her right arm into the sleeve, the nano-seam closing on its own; merging black latex perfectly with black latex.
Elana picked up the mask and slipped it onto her face. It covered everything from her cheekbones on up in shining red latex, the mask designed as the silhouette of a striking snake's head, the fangs coming down her cheeks.
Her reflection in the mirror already looked the part of a costumed villainess, but quite soon there would be so much more. Elana closed her eyes and took a deep breath, pressing the activator one the back of her head at the point where spine and skull met.
The outfit tightened around her, fitting to her form like a second skin. The nanites within began their work, transforming smooth latex into textured snakeskin, adding the small claws to Elana's fingertips and toes, transforming her hair from dark brown to brilliant red and letting it emerge from the hood. It lengthened to a degree that Elana could never achieve on her own; any length past her chin and her hair would become a serpent's nest of tangles and split ends. Her fiery mane came to rest between her should blades, outlined by the U shaped mark upon her back.
She reached out for the cylinder of compressed nano-matter, the suit using it to construct her long, thick, sinuous tail. The suit tightened in just the right places, not enough for discomfort, but enough to give Elana the svelter, skinny look that she couldn't achieve on her own. The nano-matter also added artificial muscles onto her frame, making her look more athletic and well-defined. The suit actually did more than make them for looks, while wearing the suit the artificial muscle would function just as well as the normal stuff.
She watched as her eyes turned orange-yellow, her pupils slitted, feeling the weight of her tail, feeling the sensation over its surface as she moved it through the air. It felt like she'd had a tail her entire life. It felt incredible, awesome, a wonder of modern technology that any artificial limb could be developed with such detail, perfectly mimicking the real form and function.
Elana admired herself into the mirror, scowling a little as she watched her bust begin to expand. Despite comic book women having enormous jugs at times, Elana had wanted to avoid the sad, attention getting trope. Since she was rather sure that there would be girls there with their nano-boobs blown up to beachball size that would make her only look insecure with added mass onto her mummeries.
She furrowed her brow and was about to deliver an enraged shout to summon the devil in human form that had changed the schematics for her suit when she hadn't been looking. But the familiar cry of "Kevin, you pervert!" died in her throat as Elana felt a strange stirring between her legs. There was an almost sub-audible hiss as something snaked up upon Elana's groin, it looked like a snake, a foot and a half long, an inch or two thick. It wriggled and turned in the air, eventually facing forward.
If you took the head of a phallus and placed it upon black latex serpent, you would have exactly what Elana sported between her legs. The snake-cock's hood flared as Elana felt a mix of anger and lust rise within her. The back of the cobra-like hood upon her cock had the same U shaped cobra insignia that Elana had ordered upon her back.
Though a pervert, Kevin never had shown himself to be particularly creative in his malice. It seemed more likely that there had been a mix up in the suit's construction. Elana grinned, though confused at her own predicament, she was filled with malevolent glee at the potential problem that Kevin might be having with his suit.
After all, her outfit had a skirt. No longer feeling angry and having ceased admiring her reflection in the mirror the serpent-shaft seemed to calm down, retracting partially back into Elana's body somehow. It was still a good seven inches or so long, but she could... mmm... yes, she could indeed curl it back between her legs. Her leotard and skirt would cover it.
But Kevin, poor Kevin, would have a hard time trying to hide a pair of tits with just the loincloth and furry boots he'd bought. Elana let out a malevolent chuckle as a girlish scream came from the living room. She'd investigate later.
"Greetings User, I am ReNA Serpentess Suit #0001, fully online and operational. My interface for neural-synergistic biocircuitry is online. Do you wish any behavioral modifications or within-template parameter physical changes at this time?" said an oddly familiar female voice within Elana's mind.
This was the part that had delayed release of the ReNA technology for public consumption, assuring that a user couldn't give themselves, or others, mental scars using the technology. It was already banned from athletic competition, the physical alterations the ReNA technology could provide, as well as the use of the suit's onboard computer in order to calculate precise, optimal movements had lead to the suspension of hundreds of athletes in all sorts of sports.
Though the Monster Football League, which was half scripted spectacle and half actual athletic competition by ReNA suited teams, was battling toe to toe with the National Football League in ratings and was selling more merchandise to boot.
"Wh-what sort of modifications?" Elana asks aloud, turning once more to look at herself in the mirror.
She could feel the artificial serpent skin now, the cool air of the bathroom getting to her, making her nipples stiffen. The feeling caused her serpent-shaft to do much of the same. It throbbed softly, aching to be touched. Elana was curious, but she held back from touching the thing.
"Based on the character profile you submitted, several default packages were created for you by the DeGares Corporation's trained and talented programmers. Defaults one through three are available, option one..." said the voice.
"Sure, let's go with option one." Elana said.
"Option one; slutty supervillainess." The voice cheerfully replied.
"No, wait!" protested Elana, but she already felt something strange happening to her. It was like something had crept into her mind, something warm, dark, and comforting. She let out a soft, sultry moan in a voice that wasn't quite her own. She could feel the nanites altering her body, breasts, hips, and cock.
"Oh yeah," she purred, her voice more sexy, cocky, and confidant, "That's the stuff!"
Her protests were immediately forgotten as unfamiliar feelings of pride, confidence, and the urge to dominate and manipulate others rose within her. She was still Elana, of course, but with all the traits she associated with Serpentess cranked up to ten.
She grinned and admired her scaled form in the mirror, "Suit," she said, "What sort of additional enhancements can you make to the cock and tits portions of my anatomy?" she said, licking black lips with an equally black, slightly forked, tongue.
"I am capable of increasing your phallus in length by fifty percent, reducing it by thirty three percent, modifying width and girth parameters by the same. Your bust is currently at maximum parameters allowed within the guidelines of use." The suit explained.
Elana rubbed her chin with snakeskin covered fingertips, the suit made it so real, with artificial muscles and nerves. She grinned, showing elongated canines that hadn't been a part of the base package she'd ordered.
"Maximum size, give me a big, slutty serpent-cock." She said, preparing for the rush of sensation.
And oh what a rush it was, the rubbery flesh swelling, surging forward in almost angry thrusts, pressing itself against the smooth flesh of her belly, slithering up between her tits. She felt the new nerve endings grow into the expanding flesh, sending spikes of knee-weakening pleasure through her body.
The hood flared once more and the almost venomous tip had positioned itself just in front of her mouth. Elana, no, Serpentess, grinned and gave her cock a kiss. She could feel herself loosening up, morals and inhibitions cast away even further. The suit's default package settings had made her a bit loose, but her request had turned her from a version of herself with loosened morals and a bent for villainous mischief into a supervillain she-serpent with a raging hard on looking for somewhere to strike.
Slutty serpent-cock activated.
Serpentess ran her hands over her length; delighting in the intense thrill she got, not merely from the pleasure, but from knowing that her mild mannered alter-ego, Elana Mendez, would be more than a little squicked out at this turn of events.
While Elana might have been horrified at the plan that the venomous villain was about to carry out, it was far more likely that she would eagerly and willingly have gone along with it. Kevin had made an ass of himself for far too long.
Serpentess' serpent was slithering, surging, and ready to strike. She just needed a proper victim to penetrate, and since it was a possibility that Kevin had caused the problem in the first place, it was more than fitting that he become the solution.
The latex serpent turned to walk from the bathroom, "Are there any other additional modification parameters that can be accessed?" she asked her suit's computer.
"There are many but they are not authorized. Activation may or may not succeed and suit stability is likely to be compromised." The voice said, which Serpentess realized was eerily like her own now, save for its calm, placid, and emotionless tone.
"Oh it's only for one night; throw the warranty out the window. Spill the beans; is there anything you think I'd like?" Serpentess demanded as she placed her hand upon the doorknob, faint sounds coming from the other side.
"With the proper nutritional and fluid resources, bust size can be increased by a factor of 200 percent. Your tail can be increased in scale by a similar margin, and once more utilizing nutrition and fluid for additional mass, could serve to replace your legs with a serpentine tail." The suit offered.
"Height can be varied only a few inches due to bone inflexibility, however. Any attempts to go beyond that are not advised, due to the possibility of irreversible physical alteration." The suit explained.
Serpentess grinned as she opened the door, they were all things to keep in mind for later. She stepped out into the hall and saw Kevin crouched at the end of it, between the doors that lead to the two bedrooms. He was taking advantage of the full length mirror positioned there, one hand working over an impressive cock, the other gripping a heavy, plump, tawny-furred breast.
The she-serpent could see the suit finishing up, delivering the last feminizing touches upon her roommate. It was good to know that her hunch had been correct, and that she was not the only one with unexpected alterations to her suit.
Kevin's green slitted eyes widened and he... she... spun to face Elana, not knowing that she had fully fallen into her role as Serpentess. The shemale tigress fixated upon the wriggling, writhing cock, full, lush, porn starlet lips open in a soft gasp at the sight of the thing.
Serpentess recognized him... her immediately. Not Kevin, she already knew that, but the fiery-lustful feline he'd become. His MMORPG character; Pawstruck, bust and hips sliders all the way up on a customized body rig ripped from a Japanese holo-porn game, tweaked out to have all the unnatural proportions dreamed up by the male libido.
The eyes, lips, breasts, and hips were all too big, the waist a little too narrow. But freed from 2D textures on a polygonal frame, with real fur and real hair, Pawstruck looked incredibly stunning. So sweet, so soft, and oh so fuckable.
Her tits were huge, unrealistic, beachball balloon-jobs that had floated and defied gravity in the game, but only drooped every so slightly made real. Kevin's massive knockers were still half again as big as Serpentess' own could be, even increased beyond normal parameters, as the suit had instructed.
Kevin licked her lips, mouth watering at the sight of the serpent-cock. The male human within tried to take control, but odds are he'd loaded up the default personality program, wanting to be the big, buff Conan-esque tigerman he'd originally wanted.
"Nnn! No, no!" he whispered, Serpentess coming closer and closer.
"This is your fault, isn't it?" the villainess purred, reaching down to run a clawed finger over a triangular ear, making it twitch.
"No! Well... yes... kind of! But not really!" Kevin protested, "I was just goofing around with the settings after we ordered, just seeing what was possible. I don't know how it happened, this wasn't what I ordered! I didn't even think I saved the settings for these." She whimpered.
Kevin was a stick thin, scrawny nerd, the proverbial 98 pound weakling. But with Pawstrucks padding, rounded curves, and feline sleekness, it took Kevin's build and made the most out of it. He made a drop dead gorgeous girl.
It was rather fitting that the somewhat chauvinistic geek ended up as his famed 'combat dancer" character. Half his gear in the game had been given to him by other players who had admired the feline going through her moves in the skimpiest armor allowed on the main servers.
Serpentess' fully forked tongue flicked out, long and black. She reached down, gripping a large, fur covered breast, digging her fingertips in, enough to be uncomfortable, but also to be pleasurable. "This is what you get for playing a little tiger slut online all the time. You're obviously played by a man. A giggling, sex-scented, feline-flavored creation of a scantily clad bimbo-warrior, made primarily so you can have something to fantasize about as you run between instanced missions." She growled.
She felt good, the urges to command, to control, to dominate flowing through her. It felt thrilling, felt freeing, felt like oh so much more fun than anything Elana did on her own. She loved being Serpentess, and she wished the suit was capable of more so she could fully hide her human face behind a reptilian muzzle, masking her true identity even more.
Kevin cried out softly as pointed nails tightly constricted her breast in pained pleasure, tears filling her large, feline eyes. "I... I just wanted to raid better." She said softly, a lock of platinum blonde hair falling into her face as she lowered her head in shame, "And I just wanted to see what was possible with the..." she let out a soft mewl as Serpentess suddenly twisted her grip, making the feline shiver. "I just wanted to see what all the options were." She said with a soft whimper, pouty lips turning black, platinum tresses creeping down the reach the small of her back, the suit still carrying out small tweaks to the Pawstruck form based on Kevin's fantasies about her. Her idiot roommate now sported the body of a shemale porn star, it was absolutely delicious, and also not an opportunity to be passed up. Serpentess' cock lunged, making Pawstruck wince, covering her face with her handpaws, but that hadn't been the snake's target.
Snake and tiger both cried out in bliss as the serpent shaft engulfed the feline's own. Serpentess knelt before the sex kitten, running her clawed fingers through Pawstruck's hair.
"Be a good kitten and pleasure your mistress and maybe I'll forgive you." Serpentess said softly to her plaything. The catgirl lowered her ears and bowed her head in submission, whimpering softly as the latex villain thrust against her.
"You'll love it; your altered form is designed for it. Say it for me. Say that you're a good, slutty sex kitten." She growled.
Pawstruck cried out, arching her back, the snake-shaft undulating rapidly, siphoning every jet of seed it could coax from her to use as a template, to fill its own reservoir.
"Say it whore!" Serpentess growled, gripping Pawstruck's ears, "Say it or I'll drag you down to the lounge and fuck you in front of everybody!"
The tigress's fur fluffed in a blush, she clenched her eyes shut, shivering as mental programming slipped into place. "But the party! I... I..." she whispered.
"Say it!"
"I'm a slutty kitten." She whispered, eyes going wide, "Sex! Wait, sex! I'm a slutty sex kitten!" she said, not wanting to be punished for saying it wrong.
Serpentess smiled and withdraw her cock, a thick line of seed trailing from it back to Pawstruck's own member. She looked up at Serpentess with a smile upon her face and a vacant look in her eyes.
"Mmm... I'm a slutty sex kitten." She purred, nuzzling her mistress' belly, rising up off her knees to run her textured tongue over a pitch black breast. "Your sex kitten, my mistress." She said, wrapping her arms around Serpentess' waist, nuzzling her belly.
The she-snake grinned, reaching down and rubbing gently behind her pet's ears, "Yes you are, my sweet." She said, able to feel the computer of Kevin's suit go to work on him, making him more and more perfectly Pawstruck at her own urgings.
"Networking interface version Alpha .026 fully online." Said her own computer, a slight hint of emotion in its artificial voice, almost sounding amused and gleeful.
Serpentess went to the hall closet, removing the collar and leash that Jane's cousin had left her when she'd brought one of his big dogs, fastening it around Pawstruck's neck, leading her into Elana's bedroom at the end of the leash.
She could see it made the sex kitten pant with desire, her thick, black cock proudly erect once more, the tip glistening with a bead of precum.
The latex serpent smiled, "Put that feline flexibility to work while I get dressed." She said with a chuckle, taking a beat up old bra in one hand, a little applied nanotechnology forming it into a perfect match for Pawstruck's loincloth and boots. "And then once you're done putting on a show for me, you can get dressed and we can go to that Cavendish party." She said with a grin.
Leona Cavendish had the family's estate to herself while her parents were off touring Europe for the fall and winter. And with this just being their summer home, nothing was particularly valuable and could easily be replaced. So there was no reason NOT to have a party with several hundred college age boys and girls the tip top of the socio-economic ladder, though Elana, now Serpentess, wondered how Kevin had gotten an invitation.
$500 was petty cash for those people, so ReNA suits would be common, and there would be even more advanced models there, which Serpentess could siphon off some nanites and programming from to enhance her own abilities.
"That is correct, Lady Serpentess." The suit's voice said pleasantly, "I have also taken the liberty of adding network interface capability to Pawstruck's computer so that she is also able to bring others under your thrall."
Serpentess laughed, a true, proper, villainous laugh, "I'm going to have the wealthy twenty-somethings of this town eating out of my taloned hand." She said, her forked tongue flicking out.
"Exssssssselant." She hissed.