Crocodile Blood Part 1
#1 of Croc's Blood
My first Yiffy story... I've been working on it for a while. It's a transformation story, actually, I'll get to already Yiff stories later on. There is more to this, and I'm working on the next part. In the mean time, enjoy part one of Crocodile Blood.
-Mike
Crocodile Blood
At the head of the air boat, currently puttering through the dense swampland that most know as the Asmat swamp in New Guinea, a woman wiped sweat from her brow. She was tall, thin, with brown hair displaying her flawless face. She was wearing a pink tank top, and short blue jeans. Despite her best efforts, the humidity left her clothes stuck on her form, displaying the fact she was braless. The heat of the area was killing her, and the crew was complaining. Around her neck hung a camera; issued by national geographic.
She blinked her brown eyes, looking around past the swamp gases. "Any luck, yet?" She called to the back of the boat over the sound of the fan. Her finger was ready to take a shot for hours now, and getting impatient.
"Sorry, Alia. No sign of them yet." Another called back. She sighed, watching the water impatiently.
They were out on these swamps to find a species of Crocodile that was rapidly becoming extinct; its kind was being slaughtered and sold. The blood of crocodiles was used in some medicines, and they had managed to trace them back to the area.
The boat moved on, unaware that a few feet to their left, past a large hanging tree, a group of crocs were lying on the beach, well hidden by a large tree. They watched the boat move by, only moving slightly now and then, to conserve energy in their cold blooded boides. The largest of them all was sitting on a log, sleeping silently. It didn't notice the unnaturally large mosquito land in its neck and drink some of its blood, then fly away after a moment.
Alia looked around impatiently, sitting down inside the boat. She quickly put her camera away in a waterproof casing, setting it aside. She leaned over to a crew member and spoke in a quick language, barely understandable to anyone untrained. The man nodded standing and beginning to turn the boat around.
"We'll try again tomorrow, don't worry!" she said as the crew protested. "Tomorrow, we'll find 'em for sure, got it?"
Almost halfway to their drop-off point, the mosquito got a hint of another feast, and descended to the ship. Landing on the camera bag, it was brushed away by Alia's hand. It seemed to not enjoy such treatment, and flew to her exposed shoulder. She gave a small yelp as it landed, quickly smashing it. It was too late, though, the mosquito had its fill, and she now had hers.
After realizing the mosquito had bit her, she went to the medical kit, rooting around for a moment before finding the anti-itch cream. Applying it gently, she noticed how much bigger that mosquito was to the most that had bit her earlier, but decided to let it go. Size didn't have much to do with it, it seemed.
After a little while longer of conversation, about their current job or family, and some heated discussion on their lack of crocs, the air ship had landed at the drop-off point. The crew all pitched in and got the supplies back in the truck, and was ready to get back to their temporary home: An un named establishment known to them as the Motel.
They returned to the motel; a two level establishment that wasn't doing s well in terms of renovations. There were holes in walls, paint peeling, garbage littered, and the finest point was running water that wasn't brown. They each went to their respective rooms, tired after the morning excursion. Alia was the leader of the group, so she got a room along. The downside was, the equipment would have to keep her company.
After getting settled in again, Alia sat down on her bed, pondering the day's events. She was brought out of her thought by a sudden pain in her shoulder, where the mosquito had bit her. She got more of the calamine lotion, applying it. She stopped as she noticed the skin was red and inflamed, but when she touched it, it was cooler than the rest of her skin. "Huh..." She whispered quietly, running a finger around the red area.
To keep her mind off the bite, she got up, and walked into the bathroom. The shower was clean, unlike most of the others in the motel; she had spent most of the first day tidying her living space. She started the water, making it warm, how she liked it.
She stepped back from the shower and peeled off her damp clothes, exposing her round, perky breasts. They weren't much, but she got by with them. Her pants followed, going into a pile on the floor. She glanced in the mirror and smiled lightly; she liked how she looked. She turned in front of the mirror, running a hand over her round ass. Her finger gently twirled her nipple idly, without her realizing it. She was always a very sexual person, and didn't mind a game now and then, she had to admit. She giggled a bit to herself as she stepped into the shower.
As she felt the warm water begin to caress her body, she felt herself get slightly... colder, strangely enough. She blinked, shivering a small bit. Her breasts shook on her chest, and she stopped them with a small touch. Her nipples began to get harder, even with the warm water blasting down on them. The mark on her shoulder felt like frostbite, and she rubbed it worriedly. She turned up the heat of the shower, turning in it to get warmer, but found it didn't do much. She mumbled something about the heater being broken, stepping out of the shower. She went to the mirror again, looking herself over. She didn't look any different, but she felt...
"Probably a sickness... malaria, most likely... great..." She groaned, going back to the medical case. She dug around for the antibody syringe, finding it without much hassle. She prepped the syringe, placing it to her skin. For a moment, the needle didn't break her skin, making her confused. She placed the syringe down, feeling her upper arm where she had tried to inject herself. She was surprised to find it wasn't as soft as before and was now cracking slightly.
"What... but the moisture around here..." She said in a low whisper, feeling the hard skin. It seemed almost armor like. "I must need a doctor..." She decided, taking the syringe again. After some looking for a spot, she found a small soft patch and injected the serum. The label had said that some side effects such as dizziness, tiredness, and slight hallucination might be possible, so Alia went to the bed and laid down, closing her eyes before even getting under the covers.
She awoke a few hours later by a sudden burst of pain from the mosquito bite. She gave a pained moan and clutched it, feeling something odd. The hardness of her arm had spread, and she could feel her touch dulled from all sides. In her haste, she had left herself unclothed, and ran her other hand along her stomach. It felt soft still, luckily, but now she was beginning to get even more worried.
"What was this bite...?" She wondered aloud to no one. "Is this paralysis...?" she said quietly. Her train of thought was stopped, though, by another burst of pain from the bite. She growled and clenched her teeth, which felt... odd to her. She waited for the wave of pain to subside before getting out of bed and going to the mirror, looking at her teeth. They were normal, but when she touched one, it wobbled slightly.
"That doesn't make any sense... What's going--AH!" She shouted as the tooth she was playing with dropped from its place and onto her tongue, followed by the taste of blood. She spat it out, and another became loose. She held back tears as she spit out her pearly white teeth, one by one, the taste of blood getting greater with each tooth spat out. She took a glass of water and swirled it in her mouth, spitting out a mass of red liquid. A tear fell from her eye as she looked at herself, now with only gums in her mouth.
"Wh..." She stammered, her knees feeling weak. She looked in the mirror, the area around her mouth coated in her own blood. "Hallucination... Malnutrition... something..." She panted, shaking her head violently. She collapsed, her hands holding her above the sink. She looked at herself through tear-full eyes weakly. She ran a hand over her chest, feeling her breasts as if reassuring herself they were still there. As her fingers grazed her nipples, she felt another wave wash over her, but this time, in pleasure. She knew this was hardly the time, and cursed herself for doing it. She hated not masturbating earlier when she had the chance, and now she was too occupied with her condition to think about something like that.
She got up, going to her clothes. She squatted down over them, and began picking them up. A rip was heard, and she stopped, looking down to where one of her fingernails had scratched through her shirt. She pulled the shirt off to find not her normally light blue painted nails, but small, pointed claws. "What the..." She looked at her other hand, in time to see her fingernails fall out painlessly and be replaced. "My nails... claws?" She looked down to her feet in time to see her toenails fall out and inch-long ivory nails push through. Strangely, this entire process was painless, but this might have been due to the hardness of her skin. She was distracted from the new attachments to her fingers by a sudden pain coursing through her gums suddenly.
She threw her head back, opening her mouth wide as the taste of blood returned, and starting from the back of her mouth, sharp teeth began shooting from her gums. They wrapped around her entire mouth. She gave a small cry of pain, her tongue running along her new teeth. She had, without thinking, swallowed the blood that had come from her own mouth. "F...fangs..." She whispered, her speech hindered by the new inch-long teeth, with slightly serrated edges.
She went back to the mirror and pulled her lips out of the way, and as she looked at her teeth, she became sick. She turned to the toilet and her insides emptied, leaving her panting and sweaty.
"This isn't any normal sickness..." She panted, flushing away her last human meal. She hadn't realized, but in many places her skin was developing a dark-green tint. She looked back in the mirror, her regular brown eyes reassuring her of something.
She felt another surge of pain, coming from every point in her body. She closed her eyes as her skin began separating into scales, and then, as if plants began growing on her, she rapidly became fully coated in a murky green color. Her breasts slowly became smaller, receding into her chest until only her nipples, now a dark green, poked from between scales. She wept silently, and the pain didn't end even after the scales had formed. Her spine began to warp, pressing against her back and stretching the skin out. With a tearing noise the spikes broke from her skin, making a small row along her back. Her jaw shuddered, and then began to stretch out with sickening crunching noises. It moved slowly, dragging the sharp teeth along with it. New teeth began forming and pushing out of her gums, making up for the increased space. Her tongue also became longer, lashing out of her mouth as the flesh became harder to resist her sharp teeth. Her mouth began filling with saliva, and her eyes rolled back into her head.
Her body churned again, but it wasn't her stomach this time. She screamed. She fell onto her back, spreading her legs as far as she could. Her spine began pushing out, forming a lump above her asshole. She panted and pushed, a tail began protruding from her. She pushed harder, and soon, it was much more than just the bump it had begun as. It was a fully fledged tail, lashing out from under her her.
She reached down and looked at it, not really believing it was hers. As she touched it, a claw got stuck between a few of her new scales, and the pain confirmed her fears. She let go of the tail gently, shifting to a better position
A sudden knock came from the door, and she spun around in surprise, her teeth barred.
"Alia! It's Matt!" The voice called, knocking again. She remembered him; he was one of the interns on their current trip, and she had taken a liking to him.
"Alia, some of the crew heard you screaming! Is something wrong?" He banged again.
"Rrr... Not now, Matt, I'm, uh, changing!" She hadn't lied.
"Don't try and send me away that easily! What's wrong?!" he called.
Her silence was more than enough encouragement. Matt began pounding harder on the door. This was different, though, now he was ramming it. He saw no other choice if he wanted to help her.
She slowly and carefully stood, so she didn't make any noise to alarm him further. Viewing the damage to herself, she looked pained. She was now covered in the plate-like green scales of the residential crocs, and her mouth was shaped like theirs a well: Long, flat, and full of serrated teeth made for biting and holding meat. Her hands were clawed, and she noticed one finger had disappeared. Had she looked into the mirror, she would have noticed her eyes were yellow, and a coating was over them so she would be able to see underwater. Her tail swayed behind her, and she had to turn away from it.
She hadn't the time to warn Matt before the hinges of the door gave way, and he tumbled in. She stood like a deer in the headlights, looking at him in complete and utter shock. He looked back at her, and he slowly began backing away to the door. "You... you're... you're a..." He struggled, his eyes wide in shock.
"Matt, wait... help me..." She pleaded. He stopped moving back; surprised she could speak, even. "Please... don't leave..." She continued, reaching out to him. Her hands wrapped around his upper arm, and their grip was tight. "Please... don't... go..." She repeated. He winced as her claws dug into his skin, shaking as he tried to get free.
"Alia... your claws..." He said, his face showing weakness. She loosened her grip, and stumbled back at what she had done. "Oh no... your bleeding..." she said quietly, reaching out for him again. "Alia... what happened to you...?" He asked, avoiding the warmth now on his arm, slowly dripping downwards.
"Something bad... something bad..." She said quietly, stumbling backwards and sitting down on the bed. Her tail felt awkward under her, some of the scales rubbing against her pussy. It began to get warm, but it wasn't the time. She looked down at her hands, and then her eyes began to water. She choked, and then began to cry, sobbing into her hands. Smelling his blood on her claws, she wailed and clawed at herself violently, then collapsed in her own despair. He watched in sadness, sitting down next to her quietly. His hand was gripping his upper arm, where she had scratched him. He gently took it away from the wound and put it on her shoulder. He shuddered at the feel of her scaled skin.
She suddenly had a mood swing, and looked up at him angrily. He had violated her by touching her, and now she was mad. She moved away from him, growling in her muzzle as she hunkered down to attack. He had jumped up, aware of what she would do. "Alia! Wait! Control yourself, Alia!" He shouted, but in vain. She lunged at him, her jaws clamping down around his leg. Her reptilian tongue lapped at his blood as her teeth dug deep into his thigh, loving the feel of it as it ran down her throat. He cried out in pain, trying to get her to release him. He flailed around in defense and she released his leg, but only so she could get a better hold on him; by his neck.
She regained her senses about an hour or so later. She was on her floor, licking her jowls when her human thoughts returned. The first thought was how full she felt, and the taste in her mouth. She looked down at her hands, and found them coated in dark crimson.
Blood. Everywhere.
She reeled around to behind the bed, coming face to face with a barely reminiscent body-- she looked away quickly, sick again. She recalled the last hour or so as a blur, but remembered attacking him... and now...
She became sick, her insides spewing out again. The contents of her stomach were also filled with blood. She was appauled, not believing it. "I..." Her new yellow eyes watered again as she came to the dark, hideous truth. "I killed him... and... and... I a-ate him..."
She sobbed in silence, looking down at her deed. She looked around, noticing bloody handprints on the floor, the walls, and the bed, even on her... His.
She sobbed, and, in her sadness, her reptilian thoughts took over. She lunged at his body and began tearing it apart with her new teeth, tears flowing from her eyes. She didn't know why, but she continued to maul the remains, eating anything that broke in her powerful bite.
When nothing but a few bones and the blood that stained the carpet where left, she went into the shower again, and lay down on her stomach. She knew this would be permanent, somehow, and that she would continue to kill people that came near her if she tried to go out into the human world. As she thought, her hand absentmindedly moved over her scaly form, feeling her subtle nipples before moving down along the soft plates on her stomach. She rubbed herself without thinking, and her other hand caressed her tail. Her body found it arousing as she touched the new appendage, and her mind slipped from her predicament to her pleasure as the crocodile took over again.
She was entirely absorbed in herself, rubbing her pussy vigorously now. She felt her claws against her sensitive skin, and some of her juices began to leak from her as her heat rose. Enjoying it, she played with her lips with a claw, before pushing one into her. She gasped as a wave of pleasure shot over her, although a part of her was trying to remain calm and ignore her impulse to fuck herself senseless. Her animal instincts soon became too great and overpowering, and she threw her head back and spread her legs as far as possible, her tail lashing around under her. Its scales left marks on the shower, but she ignored them and continued. She pumped into herself hard, her claws scratching her insides and bringing about a swift orgasm. Clear white juices spewed from her, and she panted harder. Her hand brought her tail to her slit, and as soon as she was ready, pushed it into her.
She almost immediately felt another orgasm coming, but tried to ignore it and began to find how to control her tail. A small thought and it went left, another and it swayed right. She soon had it mastered, and was moaning and panting as her tail ran past every soft spot inside of her. She gasped and gave a loud moan before she brought herself to another climax using only the thrashing and pounding tail which thrust into her.
She closed her eyes after this, her tail continuing to thrust, and was alarmed to see she was imagining a male crocodile on her, thrusting hard into her tight opening. She knew it was wrong, but she returned his thrusts with thrusts of her own, her tail his magnificent and filling cock. She soon came to her final orgasm, soaked with sweat and her own juices. It dribbled down her scales and into the drain below her.
She panted and rolled onto her stomach, her human thoughts returning quickly. "Gotta go... to the swamp... too... hot..." She decided, still short of breath. She got up, slowly, and walked out of the bathroom, her tail awkwardly between her legs as she walked like a human. She avoided to look at the place of her dinner, and went to the door. Glancing around, she could see it was now dark, and no one was around the near vacant parking lot; probably playing cards in one of the crew's rooms. Leaving her door open wide, she ran out, dashing in the direction of the swamplands. She somehow knew the direction to go; her reptilian nostrils flared and she could smell the water. Her animal instincts began to return, and she was on all fours, her claws pounding into the soft soil below in a half deer-like run, half croc crawl in her dash to the swamp.
Moments later, she took another bound forward and was met with water. Her scales were quickly soaking, and she swam around in what would be her new home. She immersed herself in the murky water, her human arms and legs still there. She lay on her stomach, floating like that as her nostrils flared, catching the musk of another croc. She made a grunting sound as she began to swim, using her tail for momentum, to the source of the smell that was driving her crazy. She disappeared into the murky depths of the water, her old life leaving with her.