Underground Girls

"... Underground Animal Girls?" you ask, and Travis smiles.

"Why don't You follow me and see?" He asks, and he takes a key from his pocket with which he an honest to goodness TRAPDOOR into the basement.

You shortly find yourself in a maze of low tunnels. You have to stoop a little to avoid hitting your head until Travis leads you into a large chamber.

"The Girls will be in shortly, try to relax," He says and you look around at the five or six entrances trying to remember which one you came in by.

Mere moments later you hear a high and squeaky, (almost childlike, but somehow distinctly too feminine and sexually charged to be a child,) voice say "Hello there Sir, are you looking for some company?"

You look around and see no one till you feel a tug at your pants.

"Down here sir, what's your name? I'm Georgette." You look down and standing next too you is the shortest and smallest adult woman you've ever seen. Standing two feet six inches and with a long twitchy tail, buck teeth, and huge mouse ears it's obvious what kind of creature this animal girl is based on, She also has flame red hair that would drag on the floor if she hadn't sliced it off roughly with a knife or other sharp instrument about three inches above that. That's not what realy strikes you about her though, THAT is her B-cup breasts, which on her tiny 30 inch frame look more like an H!

Putting your tongue back in your mouth you say, "Hello Georgette, I'm John," extending a hand, which she shakes once, feebly.

"Sorry, I'm not very strong," Georgette begins but then there's a hiss from down another tunnel and Georgette says, "and THAT would be Naamah, got to run!" and scampers off.

Shortly you are confronted by a woman that isn't human, in more than just size, being covered in scales, and facial features. Naamah has four arms, no legs, and a long, thick, sinuous tail that makes up most of her body. Her head is that of a cobra crossed strangely with a woman. unlike a snake she has lips for example, but when you see her teeth you realize that they are spines and fangs like a serpent. However her EYES, those are all TOO human, and haunted by an awareness of the fact that most people could never see her as anything but a monster... "Hello, I'm Naamah." She says with a note of pain as though she expects you to scream and run away. It's not that you're not tempted god knows, but you cant help but feel for her.

"Hello Naamah, I'm John." You say, extending a hand. It's only after she shake's it, gingerly, that you realize she's been using her upper set of hands to hold up a pair of E-cup melons which must be HELL on her back. With it being less rigid than a human and even most human women being nearly crippled by bearing such a weight, you feel even sorrier for her.

"Um, Naamah, if you don't mind me asking, why are you so...?"

"Different?" She finishes for you.

"Yes," You respond, Sitting cross legged to show you are not afraid, even though you ARE.

"I was a prototype. They tried to make a cobra woman as one of their first attempts at this 'animal girl' thing, but something went WRONG," Naamah explains. "I and my sisters, all seven of us, came out of our eggs a lot like this. The scientists were astonished, they had been expecting something more like Georgette there," she takes a deep breath. "YES, I CAN SMELL YOU GEORGETTE, YOU DON'T NEED TO FUCKING PANIC AND HIDE!" Another Deep Breath. "IF I WERE GOING TO EAT YOU I'D HAVE DONE IT WEEKS AGO!" Deep Breath Again. "AND WHEN I SAID I'D LIKE TO THAT FIRST DAY YOU COMPLETELY MISINTERPRETED WHAT I MEANT!" Naamah calls after the fleeing mouse, her voice echoing strangely through he tunnels, then resumes a more conversational tone. "But instead they got me and the others."

"I see..." you state, shocked by her brazen near declaration that she had been offering to have lesbian sex with the mouse the day they met.

"Anyway, I have to go. Brenda's coming and they don't like people meeting two girls at once. Not that many people come down here..." She says slithering off. However before she leaves completely she blows you a little kiss and winks...

Moment's later 'Brenda' comes into the room and you look up at her in shock.

Brenda is the spitting image of Lola Bunny. She could serve as a body double for the cartoon character to do a live action movie, so close is the resemblance. Then she opens her mouth and the resemblance shatters. "Yo, sup homefry? You come down here just to stare at the girlies or are you actually lookin' to take one of us home?" She asks while chewing a big wad of bubblegum.

"Uh, Hi, names John?" You say, standing up and extending a hand.

"Brenda C. Rabbit," Brenda says crossing her arms under her tits and leaning against the wall, NOT taking your hand.

"Brenda..." Travis says, but Brenda turns to look at him and makes this kind of hissing sound in her throat that you guess must be how rabbits sound when pissed off.

"Look, this is the first customer we've had since we opened a week ago, right? This ain't the first store I been at, and customers hardly ever pick the underground, let alone actually take one of us home. Everyone says I came out lookin' like some famous cartoon chick: y'all should have me doing TV adds for you instead of waitin' for a buy that ain't ever gonna happen. I know he could be the one, but I been passed over like ten times, no illusions here, this isn't gonna be any different." Brenda says, and stalks off the way she came...

"Sorry about that," Travis says. "Have you made a choice though?" He asks.

"Um, Yea, I think I'd like..."