Snakes And Ladders

You are Elizabeth Hermann, a twenty-four-year-old woman living in a small town in outback Australia. You moved here from the city, and it didn't take you very long to realise people out here are of a very different calibre to the ones in the city. For one, they don't seem to be afraid of anything, never shying away from any challenge and taking it in stride when their impossible ideas eventually blew up in their face. Stubborn as the red rock they came from, the villagers took a while to get used to your presence in town, but once they did, they were overly welcoming, showering you in fresh-baked goods and offers of work on the farms.

However, one thing has remained the same; their refusal to change their homophobic ways. You have never told them your sexuality, and after hearing the derogatory terms they refer to others LGBT+ members with, it's hard to see any benefit of coming out to them. Maybe if you were more of a woman, you might aim to sway their opinion towards lesbians, but as you know them, it would take a literal miracle to change their minds.

So, you suffer in silence and brush of any advances you receive, and let your chances of a relationship wither and die.

Still, it hurts to be alone for so long, and so you had taken tonight to head down to the local pub, the Jolly Swagman, for a pint or two of beer to drown away your sorrows. You've been sitting here a while, watching the locals drink and play pool on that scuffed table from a decade ago. The bartender scrubs the glasses and watches the drunkards with a wary, sober eye. The dance floor is packed with people grinding against each other to a raunchy song.

The ring of a bell cuts through the din, and you turn to see someone new walk through the door.

It's that new girl you saw in town earlier today. The tourist that was staying here for two nights in the motel, as the gossip had said. Nothing is secret in the town.

She sashays towards the bar and sits down beside you.

You can't help but notice how hot she is. She's tall, that's for sure, around 5"10 by your estimations and positively towering over your meagre 5"1 height. Her light T-shirt shows plenty of her cleavage, and even more of her smooth olive skin. Her dark eyes twinkle behind round glasses and her long, black hair is swept up into an elegant bun, held in place by two decorative pins.

"Y'know, if you wanted to ogle me, you just had to ask," she says, a sly smirk gracing her lips.

"No! I wasn't- I mean, I'm not- I'm not gay!" You stumble over your words, and she giggles at your failed attempts to deny.

"It's alright," she titters. "I'm not going to tell anyone. Besides, I swing that way too."

"You do?"

"Sure I do," she laughs. "And you seem pretty lonely out here. Maybe you want to come around to my motel room, and we can have some fun?"

You glance at the people in the pub. No one is paying any attention to you, save for the bartender, who, despite staring at you, looks as though he couldn't care less about your conversation. You leave your half finished beer on the counter and walk out, discreetly signalling her to follow. The two of you walk out of the pub and down the street until she lets you in to her cramped motel room.

She's not even into the bedroom before she starts to unbutton her shirt, making sure to lock the door behind her. "My name is Amira," she whispers as she sheds her shirt, her large tits being held up with nothing but a bra. "And I will make you scream my name."

She sashays over to you, her nimble fingers quickly unclasping your shorts and then your blouse. Her tongue dances over your lips, giving you just a taste of the meal to come. There's an over the shoulder wink as she takes her hands off you, and you're left wanting more.

Suddenly, she starts to move her hips hypnotically from side to side. As she does, her skirt falls to the ground. Then, you watch in awe as her naked legs merged into one long tail extending from her hips. It grows farther out from her body, curling around your ankles. You're immobilised before you can even think to run. Only once her tail becomes scaled and begins to curl up your legs do you scream.

"What the fuck are you?"

She presses a finger to your lips as her coils bring you towards her. As you get closer, your eyes wander up to her groin, and you gasp in shock. There, two black, barbed cocks hang, each at least 9" long and rapidly hardening. You can hear seed churning in her balls beneath her skin. And the thing that shocks you the most are the piercings. A Jacob's ladder winds its way up each shaft, and soon the ribbed dicks stand to attention at your holes.

"No, god Amira, please!"

To your surprise, she considers your pleas. Her coils loosen a little, and the cocks are retracted. "Perhaps you are right, after all, I need to play with my new toy first!"