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The Viper & the Man

Part three of three

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Thebodyswapeur

“That's ssstupid – no!" James fought back. “I'm Lyssss… Wait, no! I'm…Lyss…"

What was happening? She was clearly saying her name, James! But it came out as Lyss, not James!

“Lyss! Lysssss! I'm not a female viper, I'm a female viper!"

No! His words were all twisted! She couldn't even get her own proper name out, or even say that she was a human male!

James gaped, hissing as she reared back – wait, she? Why had she suddenly changed how she was referring to herself? Was the device that strong? Her venom ducts plumped out, fangs trembling, but a beam of energy lanced into her from the guns behind Lyss, her body twisting, contorting, pain lancing through her. They didn't know that she was James and, now, even thinking that she was a viper, a female, she couldn't even tell them that!

She tried to force out the words even as she struggled back up from the ground, grit and a metallic taste thick in her mouth. She tried to say that she would never give in, that she was James, that Lyss would not win, but the true viper already had. Holding her hands up, Lyss grinned, still taking her true pronouns in James' body, though James had been changed to female, even her mind altered, all in a way that may or may not have been permanent. Lyss didn't really care.

“The viper is defecting!" Lyss proclaimed. “We can take her in!"

Of course, she did have to defer to the captain and leader, remembering that she was no longer an officer, though that was the least of her worries when it looked like she had stalled the viper for long enough for the crew to incapacitate it – a job well done! Well, as far as they were concerned. James didn't think so very much at all, her hands bound behind her back, hissing and writhing back to the ship, fighting, though her tail and the heaviness of her backside and venom-sacs still pulled off her balance. If she had been better experienced in her new body, perhaps she would have been able to fight back, but they had her cuffed with thick, metal cuffs, arms behind her back. It only drew more attention to her breasts and James groaned with imagined heat, writhing back and forth frantically.

It did her no good, no good at all. James, thinking of herself as a female with the effect of the psionic device, was forced back to XCOM, the main ship, though the worst of it came when she was paraded through the corridors. Her snout had been bound shut so that she could not even retaliate with venom or biting, though she was unsure whether she could bite her comrades. They looked at her differently, lips twisted, pleased to have captured her but just as disgusted with her viper body as, frankly, James had been. She didn't blame them for that, not even as they mocked her, openly turning away and spitting out the open loading ramp, the back of their light transport ship left open while they returned to home base.

“Stupid serpent," Harvey said, though he didn't much look like James' friend anymore. “Defecting to come to us? Just how do you think others are going to look at you? We don't want alien scum here?"

“Then why, hissssss, take me?" She shot back, though that was something she could say, the ship in the air, taking her home when she wasn't so sure home was the right place to go anymore. “Leave me out here – sssss, I'll find my own way! Sssssss…"

“Fuck, you sound stupid," he said, quick to clap back. “Ssssleave me, sssss, can't sssss even ssss talkssss properlysssss."

James growled and shook her head, though was not even grateful that the gag around her snout allowed her to talk – only not to open her mouth wide enough to use her fangs. Maybe it would have been better for her to keep her mouth shut, though she couldn't bear the hurt as if she had been stabbed in the gut.

“Maybe she can't get any tail with Advent," an old friend, John, mocked, jabbing Liam in the ribs. “I mean, who'd fuck a sssnake? I bet she's a ssslut? Are you a ssslut? Sssnake?"

She couldn't respond, apoplectic with anger and writhing, though her wrist cuffs had been locked to the wall of the ship with an electromagnetic field, stopping her from even getting near anyone. To her shame, no words even managed to jump from her lips, so furious that the psionic device seemingly reduced her to nothing more than a hissing, writhing mess, her tongue slippery with saliva as she tried to escape the hisses that kept on rolling through her.

They grimaced and turned away – well, mostly. They didn't want to look at her, of course, any more than she wanted to be there, stuck in that body. It wasn't right, couldn't be right, not in any way, her breath catching, mouth pressed closed, yet she did not bite down as if to clench her jaw.

For she still felt a couple of pairs of eyes on her, shaking, even though her breasts were covered. The venom-sacs on that viper's body, of course, had to be ridiculously large – well, James would have thought that anything at all was oversized on a viper. Aliens didn't need tits, even though they were there for some kind of purpose, to hold venom or whatever. But Liam and Kane couldn't seem to take their eyes off them, even under the armour, the obvious shape of them showing through, demonstrating the size. Her arse was easier for them to ogle, however, despite her trying to wriggle and press it back to the wall, wishing her lips could scowl. There were so many expressions that were taken from her, as a viper, though the glare of her red eyes, surely, should have been more than enough to tell them of her true feelings on the matter.

With her bound, however, the men didn't care, not one woman in their crew, though that could have been for better or worse. When it came to the dire conditions that XCOM was often faced with, it was fair to understand that they were harder than even some of the men and could be crueller, though that was likely partially due to how they were treated in the forces too. In hindsight, James kind of felt bad about how she had looked at some of the women, though was not quite sure how she could rectify that wrong, not in her current form.

Was she ever going to even get her body back? Catching Kane with his eyes fixed on her arse, she opened her mouth as wide as she could against the gag and let out a long, roiling hiss. The other men, of course, only laughed at her, shaking their heads, muttering how she shouldn't have her body out on show if she didn't want to be looked at.

The trip back to the home base of XCOM, a much larger ship, was longer than it had ever been before, at least for her. All she wanted, even then, was to have not gone on that mission, for everything to be back to normal – even if that would have still meant, of course, that they were fighting the aliens. In that course of things, some things never would change and she was not a fool as to think so.

Her new quarters were no better than she could have expected, really, though no one seemed to consider her a threat, laughing at her and mocking as she was paraded through the corridors. It was as if everyone had been notified that they had a viper there in their midst, someone that would be on their side, though they did not understand alien defecation. Sealing away her words, anger and upset churning in her stomach, all James had for them were hisses, struggling simply to keep up the pace as her heavy body undulated back and forth, sweeping down metal corridors that were once familiar and now strange to her.

They even felt more claustrophobic as she turned her head away, humiliated by the comments, by the stares. It was as if she was there purely to put her body on display, to feel that slick, horrifying, creeping crawl of humiliation. Perhaps, in a way, it was retribution for the times that she had slipped up before, when her eyes had wandered and lingered longer than was polite, if it was even polite at all. For eyes that were all the same followed her as she was paraded to her room, focusing on her tits, the venom-sacs, the sway of her arse. She might have done the same, if she had still been “just James", but she didn't want to appreciate that or acknowledge it in any way, ignoring the churn of discomfort in her stomach.

All that came from her lips, borne down in humiliation, were hisses, tongue slapping wetly against the outside of her snout, wanting to talk but not also wanting to do them the dignity of taking any words from her. They, and Lyss first and foremost, had taken too much from her for her to want to grace them with anything else. Still, James could not stop her viper body from crashing into the walls and even bumping into some of the people that she had worked and served with previously, hands groping and squeezing her, not seeing her as anything other than an alien.

She didn't even know what she was anymore.

Her quarters were plain, boring, worse than she had had as a viper, as Lyss. The plain off-white walls were not like the prison bays, but they may as well have been, so neutral that she wanted to scream. A lot of the ship was in rich, metallic hues of red and blue and green, often using what metal they scavenged and retrieved to make repairs, though, of course, any official quarters and such were less eclectic. Still, she appreciated, in hindsight, how it had added some colour to the ship, even the quarters of soldiers like her.

The white screamed at her, a sink in the corner, a toilet beside it. The bed looked like it was going to be too narrow for her by far, but at least there was a door, even if it was locked. It was likely the simplest quarters they had for the lowest of the low, perhaps those that cleaned the ship, though she could not be placed in multi-person dorms, of course. That was, maybe, one good thing.

Left there, it was not as if there was much for James to explore, even though it was large enough only to slither three paces to one side of the room and back again. That was about all she could do in there, her wrist cuffs off, though she had not expected to be allowed to roam freely. The door was locked with a card key that only those guarding her had, though she did not think that it would be all that difficult to swipe it, especially if she was able to use both her tail and her fangs to disable them…

James shook herself. What was she thinking? No… No, she couldn't do that, couldn't leave everyone. XCOM was important, they had to push back the aliens, force the invasion from their lands. But was she one of them, one that they hated?

She tried to turn her mind to other things, her stomach tight. At least, the cramping was where she thought her stomach was, or perhaps a bit lower. With a sigh, she wrangled herself out of the armour, freeing her venom-sacs, simply as there was no need to keep them covered up anymore. With no nipples, it was not that bad, even if it would have been humiliating if someone had seen.

Using that toilet relieved her stomach cramps, though the viper, well…it was just one more humiliation for her. The toilet, small and metallic, was not built for a viper, and she had to contort herself to get on top of it, not knowing quite where waste was supposed to come out of her either until, well, the slit parted.

She hissed in open humiliation as she awkwardly twisted up over the toilet, though the smell, thankfully, was quick to dissipate. Still, it was one of the most humiliating things that she'd ever had to do, slithering back from it to half sit on the bed with most of her tail spilling down to the ground.

James jumped as the door opened, not knowing how much time had passed – though it was not better that it was Lyss there, in James' body. The transformed viper smirked, spinning the access card to her room around her fingers, though James chose not to ask where she'd gotten it, not at that time.

“It seems I'm in charge of integrating the defecting viper," she said fluidly, though it was a male voice, of course, that came from Lyss' lips. “Come with me. The workshop awaits, we need special clothes for a body like that…"

James followed, for she didn't know what else to do. Even though she knew where the workshop was, she was treated like a real prisoner, as if she didn't know where it was, as if she had never been there before. And Lyss' eyes were all over her, intrigued by her, clearly, eyeing up the viper's body from new angles, from the waist to the arse, to the point that James hissed and turned away angrily.

Why did she have to stare like that? The vague thought that Lyss was turned on by her own body, her old body, flitted across her mind briefly, though the viper chased it away. No, no, that couldn't be it, that was just her mind going to weird places, her thoughts distracted. It was just that Lyss was eyeing her up so much like a piece of fresh meat that she couldn't keep her own thoughts straight.

But it wasn't any easier in the armour and clothing workshop, where they were, thankfully alone. Although she had, of course, put her armour back on before leaving, Lyss was quick to whip it off her and expose the viper's venom-sacs to her attention, heavy and weighed down with all the venom that James had been overproducing. Vipers tended to do that under periods of great stress, though it made them look even more appealing. At least, that was the case in Lyss' eyes.

And who cared about anything else? She was trembling with freedom, at having the world opened up for her. It was enslavement, yes, back at Advent, and they would never even know that she was truly gone, assuming her dead. With her old body to tease, a man who couldn't fight back within it, she ached with newfound power.

“So… Let's get you all dressed up," Lyss said, relishing in the lack of hissing. “Now… Hm… You need covering up. You can't go around her without underwear, the soldiers won't know what to think."

James shook her head, holding her hands up.

“No… But no one thinks it's being naked on the bottom half… Do they?"

Lyss' eyes gleamed.

“Oh, they do – but normal, human underwear won't work."

The workshop had sections for light armour and racks of clothing, for men and women, though they would need to find something that could be modified for James. The underwear for the bottom half was not too bad, as she had already asked ahead for several pairs, and they were set aside ready.

“Lift your tail."

James blinked at her in confusion, until Lyss clicked her tongue disapprovingly against the roof of her mouth. It seemed that she had to do everything for her, taking the underwear and sliding them over the tip of James' tail. With the elastic, it was easy enough to slide it up, even where James' tail was in contact with the floor, the elastic bunching up a bit, though still allowing her to wriggle them into place.

James swallowed hard, tasting venom (or maybe that was just her imagination) in her mouth, though it was good, in a way, to be covered up again. She didn't want to have everything on show and it made her feel a little more herself again.

“They'll have to take measurements to make custom armour, not that vipers wear much armour down there," Lyss said, talking as if she was in charge. “But you'll fit back in better with human soldiers if you have it."

James sighed and nodded, submitting to it. She tried not to pay attention to how Lyss looked her up and down, yanking her arms away from her chest where she was covering her venom-sacs.

“There is more underwear, you don't need to try every one on, we don't have time for that. Now… The top half. Hm, I see why humans have found this intimidating."

“Disssgusssting," James said automatically, forgetting herself. “I don't look… No, it's not natural. I hate…"

But she couldn't get the words out, shuddering. Lyss didn't care, enjoying herself far too much, though the bras she had in mind for James were more appealing to her. She snatched them up off the rack, everything skimpier than James would have liked, showing off far too much, even though there was not anything to show off up there at all. Without them really being breasts, they should have been innocuous, though humans had found some obvious appeal in them.

James sighed and flinched from every touch as a leather-like bra was fitted, though it felt like it exposed more than it hid. Lyss teased her the whole time, seeming to relish in it, though James didn't even want to know what was going on in her head.

Lyss laughed as she poked him, ignoring James' protests.

“Why would you hide your assets?" She teased. “You don't need to cover everything up when you have a chest like this, I've seen your human females too. There'll be a skirt, I believe, for you to wear on your bottom half, that's the easiest solution. But that can be plain, until they finish armour for you."

She spun James back and forth, taking advantage of how the shifts in her weight put off her balance, James flinching, trying to push her away. James was physically stronger than her, and yet was helpless to do anything, easily thrown off, everything about her new body disorientating her. Another bra, a strappy ensemble in black with multiple straps across the back, slid into place, though appeared more exotic than covering, even if the venom-sacs were hidden.

Unthinkingly, Lyss licked her lips. Why was that so alluring? Even more so than before, she could not take her eyes from her sexy, strong body, enjoying the view, the show of it, how James twisted and undulated. Even if James found it repulsive, she could never find a viper to be such, though a human body certainly had a lot of perks for her.

“Maybe we should find some larger bras for when your venom sacs get even bigger," she teased, wickedly poking at his sensitive spots. “When they're swollen and you don't use your venom, well, it would be embarrassing for them to spill out! You'd draw even more attention to yourself…"

Yet she could only humiliate and make fun of James for so long, needing the practicalities of finding clothes for her too, covering her top half. The bottom half, of course, would have to wait for the elastic-waisted skirts and armour, though there was a strong possibility that there was some human armour that would fit her top half too, just like the clothes and underwear. But Lyss did not have leave to use the workshop for too long, another fitting session due to commence shortly.

They would just have to come back again so that she could best admire her sexy, viper form from every angle. Yet Lyss' mind wandered, delving down roads that she had never even known existed.

Taking James back to her new quarters, Lyss eyed her up from head to tail-tip, the narrowness of her waist, something stirring inside her. It had to be desire, yes, for that did not change between bodies, though it did “rise" in a very different way when she had taken on James' male form…

The man smirked, stepping inside James' room with him, the door locking behind her. The key card, to leave, remained tucked in her pocket, though she did not think that the viper was in any position to fight her off.

“James…" She said, her voice soft, silky, though with a rougher male edge to it that sent a shudder through her. “I have been considering something."

James glanced at her, arms crossed over her breasts.

“Yes?" She would have tapped her foot if she had not had a tail. “What?"

Lyss grinned, too widely for comfort, approaching, steady step after step. Without thinking about what she was doing, James inched back until she was pressed against the wall, coils pressed up to the firm, flat surface.

“Well…" She murmured. “I want to feel what sex is like, in a male body. And my viper body is fine to admire… Very fine, indeed."

James gulped, shaking her head. No, no, no, she couldn't do that, couldn't entertain it, and yet…something stirred inside her. If she didn't think about her body, the viper form, she could see where Lyss was getting the idea from. Having sex with a guy, as a female, well… Surely, that couldn't be wrong, could it?

She parted her lips to say something, but Lyss was already running her hands down James' chest, moving over the bra-like clothing, though the viper shook her head and pulled back.

“Wait, no… I'm not sure…"

But Lyss didn't care if she wasn't sure, taking advantage of the poor viper who had no idea at all what was going on, working out how human lips could be more flexible, softer, even more dextrous. Oh, they could kiss, whereas vipers could not kiss, and she used them on James' neck, working her way down, enjoying the feel of snakeskin against something so tender, so soft.

She was only in it for her pleasure, batting the viper's hands away as she tried to protest, though Lyss was sure that if James really hadn't wanted to do anything she would have reacted more strongly. Her hands roamed, squeezing her breasts, enjoying the feel of snakeskin on her palms. Oh, human skin was so fragile and yet she made the best use of it as she worked her way down and showed James exactly where her slit was.

James shuddered, pinned to the wall, her head racing to keep up – and yet she hardly knew what was happening. Her body responded, knowing that it felt good, though there was a part of her, tucked into the back of her mind, that wanted to keep going too. It was not so much that she didn't want to try it, to see how it felt, but everything was happening so quickly, it was not her body, she didn't know Lyss – and Lyss hardly seemed very nice either! She would never, not in a million years, have considered having sex with her if she had still been in a human body, and yet…

Things felt good, the slit of her sex evidently different from where she relieved waste from her body from, which she was relieved to see. At least that meant things would be cleaner, at least in her mind, her body responding. In a sense, James didn't even have to think about how the undulations of her body played out, rolling up to meet Lyss' hand, not even knowing what she was doing.

“Ohhhh… Sssss…"

Although the psionic device had made her lean far more heavily towards hissing over all else – another means to keep her quiet – she could still talk, as she had proven. She just worked through the hissing by then, panting heavily through her nose, tongue flickering in and out in that serpent fashion. Lyss grinned, sparing the viper's slit from her fingers for a moment, shedding her soldier's jacket, the shirt beneath, dog tags still in place around her neck. In her black trousers, there was an obvious bulge.

James swallowed hard, though said nothing, her heart hammering. Could it really be that bad? She didn't know what she wanted, though Lyss was the one that made the decision, for both.

“I want you… I'm curious about this body, how it works…" Lyss groaned, pulling the viper to her, running her hands over her waist, down over her bare backside, even though there was nothing sexual on show until she parted the slit of her sex. “Mmm… And this cock… Oh, the need!"

Lyss relished in it, manoeuvring the viper to the bed. Considering the lack of space in the room with two of them (and the viper's thick tail to contend with), it was easy enough for her to force the issue, even though James was not ready for it, bearing the viper back down to the bed. It was hot to do so, hands all over her old body, tickling the snakeskin with a light touch, so soft that a feather would have held more weight to it.

Against herself, James moaned. She didn't know what she was doing, head spinning, her body awash in sensation as Lyss played with her slit, her sex, the edges of it plumping up a little more as her finger worked its way inside. With Lyss shedding the rest of her clothes, she was given a little respite, though the sight of Lyss' hard cock, on James' old body, stopped James from doing anything.

No…

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She didn't know what to think, her breath caught in her throat. She didn't find herself attractive, yet need flowed through her, devious, devout, as if it was supposed to be there. And it was so different, like a sense of coldness in her veins that made her feel so very alive – not the usual flushed, rushed heat that she had enjoyed, being human. She panted softly, lips parted, and moaned, Lyss feeding a drop of her own arousal from her slit to her mouth, a viper's essence.

“That's right…" Lyss breathed. “You want this… Feel everything. Feel your coils, the weight of your body."

She rose over James, pinning her to the bed, even though the viper should have been able to throw her off. But that was not the matter as Lyss was driven by male need, her cock grinding up over the viper's slit. She was encouraged by how James shuddered under her, though she at least knew somewhat how her old body worked, even if she had a different one to enjoy it with.

It took a few thrusts and a different angle of her hips, over James in the missionary position, but she managed to push inside, lust rising, flooding her with heat. And, once she was inside, James clung to her, holding her fast, not even allowing Lyss to pull back out of her even if she had wanted to. And Lyss very much did not want to do that, overwhelmed with pleasure, thrusting, the rhythm of her hips pushing her on and on and on. She'd never thought that being swapped into the body of another could be as good as it was, awash in sensation, grappling with herself to try to cling onto one thing at a time.

The pulse of the viper's sex around her cock.

How James arched up against her.

The sight of James' breasts, pulling apart softly, gravity making the full, heavy orbs of venom sway on her chest.

The prickle of sweat – sweat! So new to her, something that a viper was not even capable of!

Oh, and she wanted more, so much more, pinning one of James' hands above her head as she thrust harder, following the need of her body, the pace of her male hips. It was all that she needed and she could not think about anything else, lost in the moment, though claimed by the present in a way that Lyss never had been before. Every roll of her body against James' made her hunger for more, even how the viper twisted up against her, Lyss resting on her coils. It was oddly comfortable.

James barely even knew what was happening, enjoying it, the tightness of sensation, the feeling of being filled. Was that really what her own dick felt like? She could hardly believe it and yet her body responded instantly, alive and tingling with sensation, holding Lyss there.

There, she wanted it. There, she craved it. There, she couldn't go without it.

So, she took it, revelled in it, forgot her body while she took pleasure from it. It was oddly easy to do as she twisted and undulated up against Lyss, letting her old body penetrate her. she didn't try to dwell on the fact that it was still technically a man that was having sex with her. When they had swapped bodies like that, it surely had to be okay…

It was funny what someone could make their peace with in a moment like that, when pleasure overwhelmed everything else, the clench of her sex around a shaft like that. It just felt good, too good, all as pleasure unlike anything she had ever experienced built in her. Gasping for air, her tongue flickered out as Lyss bore over her, pressing her head between her venom-sacs, the two of them nothing more than two bodies who had decided that that very moment was the one in which they would take pleasure.

It was Lyss, mainly, thrusting, though James was increasingly erratic in her motions – right up to the point of orgasm. And then all she could do was freeze, eyes wide, staring, her back arching, shoving up from the bed. Lyss cried out, thrusting harder, driving in, but even Lyss was not prepared for the sudden tightness, the grip of it, the pull of James' sex around her cock, milking her, begging for her cream. It was something that she could not hold back from, joining James in orgasm as the pulse and flow of it rippled through her, driving her attention to one thing and one thing alone.

She couldn't let it slip by her, not even as James shuddered under her, slowly collapsing to the bed, purely as she couldn't hold her body up like that anymore. The wash of pleasure, the explosion of orgasm, oh… Oh, it had all been too much for her, though Lyss was present for every throb of her cock, amazed by it, relishing in it, grunting, letting her body rest on top of the viper's, though spurt after spurt of cum left her.

There, they were forced to relax, feeling the aftermath swim through them, pulling them deeper, luxuriously so. The weightiness of James' body kept her pinned to the bed, even though she was aware that she could have pushed Lyss off at any time. Strangely, tongue flickering in and out of her mouth, she was comfortable there.

Maybe that was an orgasm. Maybe that was something else. Maybe it wasn't the time to care.

“We…" James murmured, her breath whispery and hissy in the aftermath. “We…have…ssss…to do that again…"

Lyss grinned, running a hand up James' side, lips on James' breasts, nuzzling faintly into the coolness of them. The viper's body had taken heat from her own through the course of their bodies coming together, her cock soft and slipping from James' slit, resting on the viper's tail. Still, she was comfortable, tingling in the aftermath, wanting more.

“Undoubtedly."

It could be the start of a very interesting partnership, despite the power dynamics at play. Yet only time would tell just how things panned out for James and Lyss, together in the midst of a fight and, somehow, on the same side.

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