A Snake in the Grass

Grimm snored. Daisy's nipples rested against his bottom lip, rising and falling with every breath. The big cow was partly on her back, stretching one arm beneath Grimm's head and the other across her stomach. Her legs were entangled with his, toes unconsciously flexing against his flesh.

They'd made out a little before Daisy, full as ever, asked Grimm to milk her some more. He happily obliged her, going to town on her sloshing tits until they'd both passed out from the day's exhaustion.

Which is why they didn't hear the intruder sneak into the camp until it was too late.

Grimm's ears perked up as the stranger neared the tent. "Hmm," said the mysterious voice, "not in here..."

"Daisy," he whispered. He went to wake her, but she was already just as alert, fixing her glasses to the bridge of her nose. She carefully slid her legs free of his, pulled herself away.

"Someone's in the camp," she said, nodding. "But just one person, from the sound of it."

Grimm nodded. "You up for this?"

"Always." Daisy grinned.

The bull was actually a little taken aback by the cow's eagerness. But he shook his head and sucked in a breath and said: "On three. One..."

"Two..."

"Three!" Both bovines bolted to their feet and assumed fighting positions...

...the intruder, meanwhile, was still searching the camp, totally unaware. "Huh? What's this?" she -- and it was now obvious it was a she -- asked, popping her face into a satchel. "Oh, nice." She withdrew a bottle of Mars's milk and chugged it. Grimm made a move but Daisy put her arm across his chest, stopping him. She put a finger to her lips and then gestured back toward the stranger.

The mysterious interloper moved away from the tent as she polished off the bottle of milk, bringing herself into focus.

"Oh," Daisy whispered matter-of-factly. "She's a --"

"Snake."

The intruder was totally furless, which wasn't anything new to Grimm -- he'd met plenty of reptiles over the course of his life -- but what was new was the fact that, up top, she didn't have scales, either. Her skin was peach-colored and undeniably soft. Her arms were slender, smooth, adorned only with simple faux-leather wristbands. She wore a ragged, hooded cloak that obscured her face and chest. However, the hood had been modified to accommodate her ears, which poked through holes cut into the sides. The stranger's ears were long, jet black, and tapered to little points.

But the most captivating thing about the stranger was her legs, or rather, her lack thereof. From Grimm's vantage point it was hard to tell where the transition began, but from the waist down the stranger's body was composed of a gigantic tail. The bull estimated it to be over a dozen feet but it was hard to tell due to the way she coiled and slithered through the grass. Like her ears her scales were jet black, shimmering in the moonlight. It was strangely --

"Beautiful," Daisy said softly. She shook her head. "Sorry."

"Should we... do something about this?" Grimm asked.

"She is going through our things..."

The bull sighed and dropped to a crouch. "Follow me." He led Daisy through the grass towards camp, careful not to alert the snake to their presence. Despite their respective sizes the bovines were able to sneak around to the side of the tent. The canvas billowed in the wind, threatening to reveal their presence at any moment... luckily the snake was still none the wiser. Grimm looked over his shoulder at Daisy and nodded. She nodded back.

Grimm spun around the edge of the tent. "Hey! What are you -- oof!" The snake slammed her tail, hard, into his stomach, dragging him through the air and sending him flying. The bull landed at least a dozen feet from the camp, hitting the earth with a heavy thud. Stars danced in his eyes.

"Grimm!" Daisy bellowed, hopping from behind the tent.

The snake flicked her tail toward the cow, but Daisy dodged it, leaping into the air at the last second. As the tail came back around Daisy grabbed it and slammed it down. She landed on one knee, tits kicking up dust, tail still in hand.

"Hey!" roared the snake. "Let go!" She spun around to face the cow.

Grimm, meanwhile, was in the process of stumbling to his feet. The snake had really knocked the wind out of him; he struggled to catch his breath.

"What are you doing with our stuff?" Daisy demanded. She didn't wait for an answer, darting toward the intruder, fist raised.

"Hey, wait a sec!" The snake raised her tail high in the air and whipped it toward Daisy...

...who caught it between her tits at the moment of impact. She twisted her torso upward, sending the snake yelping into the air; then, using her hands to assist, Daisy flipped the snake over her head. The thief careened through the air and landed near Grimm, letting out an undignified "ugh" as she hit the grass.

Grimm caught his breath as Daisy rushed toward him. She pointed behind his back. He turned and saw the snake raising herself up on her tail. Her hood had been dislodged by the impact, revealing her face.

Like her arms and what they could see of her torso the snake's face was totally furless and peachy-colored. The area near her ears was lightly covered in black scales, as were the edges of her cheeks. There was nothing strange about her facial features, other than her lack of hair or scales. Grimm noticed her lower lips were pierced with two little studs. The snake's eyes were bright yellow; they fixed upon the bovine duo. Grimm couldn't tell if she was pissed or scared or angry or all three.

The snake pulled her hood down the rest of the way, revealing curly, grey-white, shoulder-length hair. It bounced slightly as she shook her head. "Wait --"

But Daisy wasn't having it. She rushed toward the snake, whipping her breasts in the reptile's direction. The snake yelped and dropped to the ground. The moment she was supine she propelled herself forward on her tail, slithering through the grass... and between Grimm's legs. He let out an undignified "What the --" as the snake passed between his legs. Then she shot upright and looked over her shoulder.

"Just hold on --"

Daisy roared as she launched herself over Grimm, fist ready to strike.

"Eek!" The snake put her arms up to shield herself from the cow's punch.