Egyptian Pleasures
A Commission i picked up about this character: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/5455870 or http://www.sofurry.com/page/250629/faves
My commissions may have been closed (and still are) but I still did it, because fat anthro pokemon are the way to my heart. This was also supposed to be a max of 6k words. It turned out to be 9500. Again, fat anthro pokemon. I've never done a TF story before, so someone please tell me how I did and how I can do better. Anyway, enjoy.
And a kind thanks to Shadow152 who helped out with the proofreading. (It was a little too fetishy for my normal proofreader. Didn't wanna have to put him through this.) Hopefully with our combined efforts we've fixed the vast majority of mistakes.
The old store owner climbed to his feet as he heard the telltale sound of money walking through the door. The familiar chime of his shop keeper's bell was like music to his ears, and at this time of day, it could only have been one person.
"Trevor, my favorite customer." He announced before he even saw his customer. His hunch proved correct as moments later, his loyal and most valued customer emerged from an aisle of antique goods. "Right on time."
"Have I ever been late?" Trevor halfheartedly joked as he eyed the many knickknacks of the old man's shop.
"Suppose not."
After taking in the sights, Trevor's eyes fell back upon the old man. In all the years he had known him, the geezer had never changed his attire very much, always in brown and beige, always with a tacky plaid shirt of some kind, and always with that old newsboy cap. The old man had never left the 30's. "So what do you got for me today?"
"Same place, different items. Take a gander this way." The old shopkeeper gestured to the left. As Trevor expected, there were a number of 'new' items on display - as new as they could be in an antique shop. Trevor smiled as he approached them.
There were so very many 'new' items on display. Old books and diaries, decrepit looking pottery and vases, rusted coins and other such works of ancient metal, rustic painting and clocks, figurines of all shapes, sizes, and colors. Every item was neatly and uniformly placed on shelves as well as hung from the walls, making for a breathtaking display of history and culture.
It wasn't long before Trevor's excitement took hold. The first thing he found was a fairly large box. Upon opening it, he was intrigued by small assortment of metal tools and trinkets. "What's the story behind this?"
"Ah, that there is Tiemann Surgical Instruments set. That one right there had field usage."
"As in 'Army' Usage?"
"Yep, through the early parts of WWI. No doubt that saw has seen some use at least once. The teeth are slightly dulled, and if you look close, I bet you can still see some old, dry blood on there. They weren't very sanitary back in those days."
Trevor shivered as he shut the box and moved on. "What about this one?" He asked as he grabbed a strange dish.
"Ah, that's an English Soup Tureen, made of pure silver. Used to serve fancy soup to fancy Brits in the late 1700s.Wont lie, whether or not it was used by royalty, I can't say. But its condition is still pristine."
"Hmmm, maybe." Trevor gave the piece one last pat before moving on.
There were many interesting things on display that day. Trevor would have stayed for hours had one small piece in particular not caught his attention. Through all of the brown and silver of the shop, a bright piece of turquoise stood out. Its greenish blue hue almost shined in comparison to the other pieces as it hung from the wall. Encircled by silver, the scarab-shaped turquoise pendant was a sight to behold, but something about it was puzzling. "Old man, this thing looks like it was made yesterday."
"Oh now that one has a story." It was grave robbed from an Egyptian tomb and supposedly it was found just the way you see it now, brand spanking new. This was about three-hundred years ago, if the rumor is true. One of the men responsible, probably pleased with his find, put it on and after that night, disappeared. His friends and fellow grave-robbers went out searching for him. After some days went by, and after exhausting every other option, they decided to try the tomb again. There they found the pendant, as if it had never been stolen, but their friend was never seen again."
"So it's cursed or something?"
"Story's not done yet, son. The robbers stole it again, but this time they did the smart thing and sold it for a hefty sum. Surprisingly, the robbers passed on the rumor of the curse to the buyer, only after they had taken her money of course, and from there, the rumors spread. After some time, everyone knew of the cursed pendant, and it became quite the popular item. But one night, the unsuspecting son of the pendant's owner became a little too curious. By the next morning, both he and pendant were gone. As you can imagine, his mother searched everywhere for her son and priceless pendant. Only after months of searching did she remember what the robbers told her about their friend. Desperate, she travelled to the very same tomb of which they spoke, and there she found the pendant, but no sign of her son."
"And how'd you get it?"
"Well, apparently the woman never touched the pendant again, but it was discovered years later by an English explorer who had no qualms about snatching it up. This man unfortunately, loved to brag about his collection of antiques and flaunt them, so it was only natural that he be...relieved of a few of his possessions, by very jealous people. The pendant was never recovered. For around a hundred years, the pendant disappeared, most likely hidden in a box in someone's attic. Only recently was it found and officially appraised for a worth around ten to thirty-thousand dollars. The rare and fabled "Pendant of Amsi," they called it, placed upon the most beautiful woman to be chosen as a concubine to the god of reproduction: Amsi. Or goddess, no one's sure. The scripture was purposefully ambiguous. With some haggling, begging, and swearing, I managed to pick it up for about twelve thousand, but for you I'd be willing to let if go for...twenty."
"Fifteen"
"Eighteen."
"Seventeen."
"Deal."
It was an expensive purchase to be sure, but when it came to antiques, no price was too steep for Trevor. This buy however far outweighed his others. Costly as it was, he couldn't help himself. It was almost as if the pendant was calling his name.
Even at home, amongst Trevor's collection of many other trinkets and gems, the pendant seemed to stand out, but in a good way. Surrounded by other shimmering pieces of gold and silver, it stood tall as the center piece of Trevor's collection. And even better, the old shopkeeper generously provided decorative case in which to place it. The pendant was placed dead center in the half-opened blue and silver box. Trevor couldn't have asked for a better match.
Satisfied with his new center piece, he turned off the lights of his personal gallery and decided to call it a day. There would always be plenty of time to admire the pendant later. It was after all, his.
Over the next few days, Trevor found himself spending more and more time with pendant. It started with quick peeks to make sure his new most valued possession was safe. But over time, the peeks grew longer and more frequent. Before he knew it, he would spend minutes staring at it. Trevor thought nothing of it. That is until he awoke from one his staring bouts to find he had spent the last hour eying it. Why was it so mesmerizing? Trevor had to know.
It had been two weeks since he had bought it, and two weeks since he had last touched it. He found it strange how satisfying it felt in his hand. It was almost as if he had been missing a part of himself for the past two weeks. But now he was complete, and he would do anything to keep it that way.
"A pendant is meant to be worn..."
Trevor had long since disregarded the old man's story as superstition. Not to mention, he always had new stories about his items, and rarely were they true. Just old wives tales meant to excite someone into buying something for more than it was worth.
"What's the worst that can happen?"
Somewhat reluctantly, Trevor placed the silver chain around his neck. With the scarab now dangling in front of his chest, he felt a sense of relief. Not only did he feel whole, but he didn't disappear!
"Ha! Just a story after all."
His problem solved, Trevor decided to sleep. There was no harm in bringing the pendant along. Yawning, Trevor stripped down to his underwear and tossed his clothes into a nearby hamper. Ignoring the feeling of the cold pendant against his chest, he climbed into bed. He felt great. Surely he would have sweet dreams, and for a time, he did.
He dreamt of lush meadows and cloudless blue skies. The strips of land and sky went on forever, or at least as far as Trevor could see. It was such a lucid dream. He could almost feel the grass between his bare toes, and everything smelled so fresh, like the cool, clean air after a rainfall.
"Wow." Trevor sighed after a deep breath.
In his amazement, he hadn't realized he was floating, and soon after, flying. He could feel the wind on his face as he dashed through the air at increasing speeds. Spreading his arms, he watched the scenery below as he passed it by. Only then did he realize the endless meadow wasn't as endless as it seemed.
The grass grew gradually darker. From a vibrant green it soon changed to a dull orange, and before long, it was replaced with sand. Even the sky changed in color, the endless blue turning pitch black before Trevor's eyes.
As he continued to gain speed, the sand beat against his face. It hurt, it actually hurt. Was he dreaming? He couldn't tell anymore. He covered his face as he gained even more speed. It was impossible to tell how fast he was going, but however fast it was, it seemed not even the landscape could keep up.
It was as if he were flying into an endless black void as he continued to accelerate. His entire body began to ache, as if it wasn't meant for such inhuman speeds. Trevor could swear his body was stretching out. Such strain began to hurt. The pain became almost excruciating; the air feeling like it was ripping his skin to tatters. He felt as if he would be crushed by the pressure as he tore through the abyss at breakneck speeds. He couldn't move. He couldn't see. He couldn't think. He just wanted it to end.
Suddenly, there was silence. The pain was gone. Slowly, Trevor uncovered his eyes. At first, his vision was blurred. Only blots of black, blue, and a sand-like color were visible. But little by little, his eyes adjusted, and the world took shape once more.
Outside he could see stars, space, everywhere. Whatever room he was in had no doors or windows, but large gaps in its structure. From Trevor's view, it seemed a circular platform, suspended in space. Above his head was no roof, but simply an immense stone circle, help aloft by the sand-colored pillars on the strange, floating platform. The circle's only purpose seemed to be decoration, along with so many other things.
The pillars were adorned with hanging loops of gold and silver jewelery. The floor had the most vibrant blue carpet Trevor had ever seen. Torches were laid in between each pillar, in perfect symmetry around the room. Each bore an unnatural blue flame that only added to the weird and ominous atmosphere.
"Am I...still dreaming?"
Suddenly, a bright light shined from the center of the room, forcing Trevor to shield his eyes once again.
"Finally." A booming, yet distinctly female voice called. "After so I long, another..."
Once the light faded and the voice stopped, Trevor looked forward and was astounded at what he saw. The gigantic creature looked to be a mix of a snake and a human, but far more beast in nature. From her head to her hips, she had a distinct feminine shape: big, bountiful breasts, massive by human standards, but fitting for such a huge body. She possessed ample hips to match, but those were the last of her human traits. Below her hips, her serpent body stretched for yards, gradually tapering to a point as was common for most snakes. She displayed the wide hood of a cobra, and a long, snake-like snout. Her underside and breasts were a creamy white, while the rest of her was a somewhat desaturated turquoise, mottled with spots of a darker blue shade. And her face, she looked...annoyed.
"Another male." She sighed to herself as she began to slither circles around Trevor. "And not even an attractive one."
"W-who are y-"
"Silence!" The strength of her voice seemed to shake the room. "You are not to speak unless spoken to. Are we clear?"
"No way! You can't just-"
Suddenly, the massive snake glared at Trevor, her eyes glowing bright white. Try as he might, Trevor couldn't move his mouth, as if it was held shut by an invisible force.
"As I was saying, you will not speak unless spoken to." The snake's circling stopped as she sighed to herself yet again. "One-thousand years and not a single, suitable concubine."
Trevor froze at the word "concubine." She couldn't be serious, could she?
"Your name, slave?" She snapped her fingers and the hold on Trevor's mouth released.
"T-Trevor."
"Hmm, that won't do at all. We will change it, later. I am Amsi, your Mistress for eternity. Your new goddess."
"B-but-"
"What did I just tell you, slave!"
"I'm not your damn slave! So why don't you go-"
Amsi's eyes glowed bright once again, only this time Trevor fell to the ground, unable to hold himself up. It felt as if something was holding him down.
"Men," She said with a sneer. "Always coming into my domain so disrespectful. I am well aware you know the purpose of the pendant, and yet you put it on anyway. Obviously you wanted this fate. If you want to be my concubine so badly, allow me to help you fill the role."
As Amsi opened her mouth, two large fangs emerged. From one, a small drip of thick golden liquid appeared. It seemed to defy gravity as it dripped onto Amsi's finger and remained as a spherical drop. "Drink it." She commanded bluntly as she held the drop to Trevor's face.
"No way!"
No sooner did he speak did Amsi grab his head and begin to squeeze, her large hand easily overtaking his entire skull. Almost immediately Trevor screamed as the pain became unbearable. The moment he opened his mouth, Amsi thrust her finger inside, forcing Trevor to swallow the thick, golden liquid.
He coughed and hacked as she dropped him to the ground. The liquid was incredibly sour. Trevor could feel it burning his insides as it traveled to the pit of his stomach. Unable to cope with the pain, he curled into a ball, grunting and groaning as the burning sensation made its way to his legs.
"This may hurt a bit. But do not fear, it will be over soon enough."
To Trevor, "soon enough" was nowhere soon enough. What was once a strong heat was soon became a violent burn, coursing throughout Trevor's body. His blood grew hotter and hotter. He was convinced pure lava was running through his veins. He felt as if his rapidly beating heart was on fire. Still curled into a ball and clutching his chest, Trevor rolled back and forth in agony, screaming at the top of his lungs. And yet the pain had only just begun.
Every inch of his skin felt as if it were being stabbed by needles. His bones ached as he felt them begin to stretch. The change had only just begun and already Amsi had grown tired of Trevor's screams.
"Oh quiet down. If it hurts that much, I suppose I can help." From Amsi's fang, a blue drop of liquid emerged, and just as before, the sphere dropped onto her finger. So as to put a stop to the noise, she quickly thrust it into Trevor's mouth. The relief was almost immediate. The heat in his veins soon cooled and Trevor sighed in relief.
"Feel better?"
Trevor had no strength left, not even to nod. But the look on his face was a good enough answer for Amsi.
"Good, and just so you are aware, I could not get rid of the pain. I could only replace it."
"Replace?" Trevor thought. "With what?"
His answer came when a sudden convulsion wracked his body. He expected pain, but it didn't come. Another convulsion struck, forcing Trevor to stifle a moan. Suddenly, he arched his back as a massive wave of pleasure coursed through his body. He groaned out, gasping for breath as he lost his mind to the amazing feeling.
Amsi smiled as she knew just what was happening. The first of the changes had already begun to show. Little by little, fur began to sprout all over Trevor's body. It grew in clusters, slowly spreading outwards and covering every last inch of his skin. What normally should have been painful had Trevor writhing in ecstasy as he drew pleasure from the growth of every last strand of hair. Within minutes he had grown a thick and healthy coat of grey fur, with touches of black around his legs, hips, and face. The process stopped for only a second before starting again.
Having barely recovered from the last wave of pleasure, Trevor stood no chance against the next. Even more convulsions wracked his body as he felt something within him begin to grow. He could feel it. His bones, they were growing, stretching out along with a great portion of his skin. He clawed the ground as euphoria struck once more. Bones, muscle, skin, all of it began to bulge outward, soon giving Trevor the appearance of a tall, gangly man. But the appearance didn't last long as his slender body started to expand.
The first to change were his hips. They grew unnaturally wide, soon followed by Trevor's arms and legs which quickly grew pudgy and soft. His clothing was ripped to shreds, unable to cope with the new, massive form filling them. His torso puffed outward, not quite reaching the size of his hips, but expanding out to create a perfect bodily taper. A long, fluffy tail quickly sprouted from his lower back, with a soft puff. His feet grew longer and wider as his toes fused together. Soon enough he had only three on each foot. His shoulders broadened ever so slightly to make room for his new assets. His chest began to swell. What appeared to be large, furry balloons emerged, But they soon distinguished themselves as large round breasts, perfectly shaped with a minimal amount of sag.
Lastly, Trevor's new look began to take shape. From his flat face, a long, canine snout poked forward. His ears shifted, sliding upwards and landing atop his head where they grew long and pointy. His face adopted a slight amount of fat to match the rest of his body, and his eyes changed to a vibrant, ruby red. The transformation over, Trevor's moans stopped. He panted hard as the five straight minutes of unrelenting bliss finally ended.
"'Trevor, that name no longer suits you. Your new name is...'Shamelle.' So very fitting, don't you agree?"
Amsi continued to smile as she looked over her new slave. The newly named Shamelle had what Amsi would call a 'perfect' body. More than 'full-figured,' Shamelle had a voluptuous form. She was twice as large as she used to be, better suited for Amsi's needs. Her hips were three times as wide as normal. Her breasts were round, smooth, and soft in appearance. Her softball-sized areole were a deep shade of black, and glistened from a slight bit of moisture coating them. Large - and perhaps fat - as she was, Shamelle's body had no unsightly bumps, or rolls to speak of, simply a perfectly curvaceous body, just the way Amsi loved. She had outdone herself this time.
"Stand, Slave. You've had ample time to recover."
Feeling weak in the knees, it took Shamelle considerable effort to stand. But after a few stumbles, she managed to rise to her feet. Only after she finally opened her eyes did she realize just why it was so hard to orient herself. "I'm...I'm...fat!"
It was far from what she was used to. Not only was she three times her original weight, but she was considerably taller as well. And yet, her new mistress still towered over her.
"What did you do to me?!"
"Calm yourself. You are not 'fat,' you are robust. And in time, you will come to appreciate what I've done for you."
"Apreciat- you-" Shamelle could barely form a sentence through her anger. "Change me back, now!"
"Impossible. And you do not give me orders, little one."
"What do you mean impossible?! Are you saying I'm stuck like this forever!? You better find a way to change me back or I'll-"
With a quick wave of Amsi's hand, Shamelle was pulled toward her by an invisible force. Suspended in front of Amsi's, Shamelle had a clear view of the snake goddess' irritated face. "You had best change your tone. Or would you rather I change it for you?"
"I'd like to see you tr-"
Amsi's eyes went wide as a rainbow glow filled them. Caught in mid sentence, Shamelle's mouth hung wide open as she stared into the mesmerizing shine from Amsi's eyes. Try as she might, Shamelle couldn't move her mouth, or any other part of her body.
"You love your mistress, don't you?" Amsi's voice came off as sensual to Shamelle's ears. It was so enticing.
"N-n-y-y-yes..." She struggled to say.
"You would do anything for her, wouldn't you?"
"Y-yes." It came easier the second time around. Shamelle fought hard to control her words, but it was almost as if they had a mind of their own.
"You know she is the most beautiful creature in existence, don't you?"
"Yes." Shamelle's voice came out unrestrained. She couldn't fight it. After all, she loved her mistress.
"You would love nothing more than to fulfill her every desire, wouldn't you?"
"Yes Mistress." Little by little, Shamelle could feel herself fading away, her freedom slowly stripped from her as she stared into the beautiful eyes of her new mistress.
"You love what I have done with your body, don't you?"
"Yes, Mistress Amsi, I love it."
"You belong to me now. Your old life is gone. Your friends, your family, none of them matter. You are mine to do with as I please, and you will enjoy every last moment. Understand?"
"Yes, my mistress."
Satisfied, Amsi lowered her loyal slave to the ground. Even knowing she had her slave's undying love she still felt the need to exercise her authority. She smiled wide as he watched Shamelle stand at attention, faithfully awaiting any order or command.
"Touch your nose."
Without hesitation, Shamelle touched her finger to her nose. Amsi almost giggled at how easy it was.
"Do you dance, Shamelle?"
"Dance?"
"Yes, I want you to dance for me. Show me what you can do with your marvelous new body."
"But I've never danced. I don't know how..."
"Then you shall learn."
Shamelle gulped at the embarrassing prospect, but she had resolve. She would do anything for her mistress.
"Calm yourself, Shamelle. It will be simple. Start by swaying your hips, slowly."
Feeling somewhat self conscious, Shamelle did as she was told, lightly swinging her hips to and fro.
"Good, good. Keep your upper body still."
"Like this, Mistress?"
As Amsi expected, her slave caught on quickly. They always did after the transformation. She watched with great interest as Shamelle shook her curvaceous hips back and forth.
"Perfect, now spin, slowly."
Shamelle was a natural. Slowly she spun in a circle, rounding her hips as if hula-hooping.
"Amazing, now include your arms."
Somehow knowing just what to do, Shamelle twirled her arms and moved her body like she had danced all her life. Her feet padded gracefully against the ground as she put on an expert display for her mistress.
"Faster." Amsi shuddered as she gazed upon her slave's amazing body.
Without hesitation, Shamelle did as instructed, rapidly shaking her hips like an adept belly dancer. Her hands traced her body, circling her buxom breasts and trailing the edges of her massive hips. It almost seemed as if she knew exactly what made her mistress happy, and what made Amsi happy, made Shamelle happy.
Noting Amsi's unwavering gaze, Shamelle changed her dance. It soon turned to a more erotic nature, with Shamelle's focus more on her hips and assets. She bent over, giving a powerful and rapid shake of her hind end. Amsi almost moaned as she watched the many ripples and waves travel throughout her slave's impressive rump.
Shamelle continued to sway, playing off her little tease as part of the sensual dance. She peeked backwards, giggling as she watched Amsi's eyes follow her every motion. Little by little she spun around to the front, smiling as she prepared to tease her mistress yet again. Still holding Amsi's full attention, Shamelle began to shake her upper body, causing her ample breasts to bounce and jiggle wildly.
Watching those plump breasts at work was almost too much for Amsi. "Halt, Shamelle." She sounded exasperated. "That was...good, very good. It has been centuries since I have had such a...talented girl such as you."
"Thank you, mistress." Shamelle said with a smile and a bow.
"Come. Let us go somewhere more comfortable." With a snap of Amsi's fingers, a bright light engulfed the area. And just as quickly as it appeared, it was gone. Having had to shield her eyes from the light, Shamelle was amazed when she found herself in a completely different place.
Her new surroundings were even more luxurious than the last, albeit much more enclosed. The turquoise, marbled floors were polished to a mirrored sheen. Every inch of the wall was covered by a portrait of Amsi herself, every last picture surrounded by a golden or silver frame. Golden torches lined the walls, giving the wide, circular room a subtle, orange glow, and a mildly dark atmosphere. Apart from these item's, there was only one other thing of note: Amsi's colossal bed in the center of the room. Given her size, it was only natural she would have such a large bed. Highly elevated off the ground, the only way to reach it was the small flight of circular stairs surrounding it. Adorned with turquoise blankets and pillows, the giant, circular bed was the only place Amsi deemed worthy to lie.
"Sit down, Shamelle."
As always - since the change - she did as she was told, quickly making her way up the stairs and coming to rest on the bed. Amsi followed close behind. The two of them now on the bed, Amsi took the time to admire her loyal slave again. She looked so submissive and proper on her knees. Just the way Amsi loved it.
"You've already proven yourself a much better slave than the last, but I must now test you. Masturbate."
Shamelle paused, unsure if she had heard correctly. "...M-Mistress, you want me to-"
"Don't dawdle. Hurry and pleasure yourself while I am still in the mood. Your dance was quite arousing, you know."
"Right here? I-in front of you?"
"I gave you an order, slave." Already there was hint of anger in Amsi's voice. The last thing Shamelle wanted was to anger her mistress.
Loyally, but reluctantly, she reached in between her legs. Still unused to her new body, she wasn't sure where to start, but she had to hurry as her mistress was growing impatient.
A light gasp escaped her lips as she ran a finger across her sensitive slit for the first time. Soon after, she uttered a soft whimper as she couldn't help but rub it again, and again, and again. Back and forth she slid her finger, gradually increasing the strength and speed at which she massaged herself. The slightest touch of her new body sent shivers down her spine. As the craving for this new feeling grew, the embarrassment began to fade away.
Amsi grinned as she watched her slave grow more and more bold with every passing second. She could never understand what was so exciting about watching a slave masturbate, but she never gave it much thought. The only thing that mattered was that she enjoyed it, thoroughly.
Shamelle was quick to experiment. She started with one finger, slowly forcing it as deep as it would go. Just as slowly, she retracted it, making sure to rub it against every inch of her sensitive walls. Next she tried two fingers. It was an entirely different experience thrusting them in and out at a quick, yet gentle pace. Unable to hold herself up, she fell backwards, completely exposing herself to Amsi's prying eyes. But whether or not Amsi watched soon became irrelevant as Shamelle revelled in the pleasure.
She spread her legs wide, desperate to dig her fingers even farther into her depths. The sight was beginning to get to Amsi. A century without a concubine was torture on the snake goddess. As much as she tried to contain herself, the excitement was too much.
As Amsi grew more and more aroused, it quickly became apparent that she was more than just a "she." Where her more human half ended, out poked a thick member of a deep blue shade. Slowly it emerged, emitting a gooey wet sound as it parted Amsi's thin, lower lips. And within seconds, directly below the first, another member appeared in the same fashion as the last. Both stood fully erect, coated with slimy and viscous clear goo. A short distance below, the female half of Amsi's anatomy began to drip with the same syrupy substance as her twin cocks. She possessed the best of both worlds, and she always made sure to put them all to good use.
As she watched her slave pleasure herself, Amsi couldn't help but do the same. Her eyes fixated on Shamelle's dripping slit, Amsi's hand made its way to her thick, blue cock as she unconsciously began to stroke it.
Within a minute, Shamelle had brought both hands to her nether region. She panted, her mouth hanging wide open as her fingers began to dig deep into her delicate depths.
"Faster Shamelle. I want to hear your scream." Amsi ordered as she teased her member's tip.
Heeding her mistress' word, Shamelle increased speed, struggling to hold back her moans at the heightened pleasure. Slowly, but surely, her hands were soaked in her own juices. As her arousal grew, she leaked more onto the bed.
Unbeknownst to Shamelle, her clit was beginning to emerge from its hiding place. Little by little it rose, soon poking far out from its protective hood. Accidentally, Shamelle ran her hand across the pinkie-sized nub of flesh. The sudden burst of pleasure caused her to convulse and almost scream in pleasure. It was so sensitive, Shamelle almost wanted to leave it alone, but her mistress had other ideas.
"Rub it, Shamelle. Twist it between your fingers."
"B-but-"
"Now!"
Fearful of her mistress' disapproval, Shamelle did as she was told. She arched her back as she gently rolled her clit between her fingers. Her moans grew twice as loud as before, and her pussy suddenly gushed like a small hydrant - a gift Amsi gave all of her slaves. Shamelle's voice shuddered. Her body convulsed. Her mind grew hazy from the unimaginable amount of pleasure. The look on her face was of pure bliss. Her mouth hanging wide open, her eyes half-lidded. This new feeling was almost too much to take. "Mistress I...can't last."
"Keep going."
Unable to contain her excitement, Amsi slithered over to Shamelle, the snake goddess' new focus on her slave's big, bouncing breasts. She couldn't help but lick her lips as she watched them jiggle and shake. As one hand continued to stroke her cock, the other grabbed hold of Shamelle's large breast.
"M-Mistress-"
"Did I say you could stop?!"
Ignoring the urge to slow down, Shamelle forced herself to go on, finding it even harder to control herself as her sensitive breasts were fondled, Amsi had no mercy. She relentlessly tweaked Shamelle's nipples and toyed with her breasts as she continued to stroke her own member. Watching her beautiful slave writhe beneath her was a massive turn on. Resisting Shamelle's voluptuous body was harder than she'd expected, but the pleasures of dominating a slave were unmatched. She had to take it slow or the experience would be ruined.
"I can't hold it any longer, Mistress!"
"Do not fight it. Cum!"
Shouting her mistress' name, Shamelle finally let go. She arched her back once more as she was hit by the most powerful orgasm of her life. Her insides contracted around her finger as her cunt gushed liters at a time. Again and again her insides convulsed, sending her juices surging outwards, splashing Amsi and the bed with her cum.
Roughly, Amsi continued to squeeze Shamelle's breasts through her orgasm, the slightest amount of milk dripping from them as they were fondled and shook. They were amazing, so large and soft to the touch, like new, expensive pillows. Amsi couldn't help but commend her own work. She would make sure to put this new, perfect body to good use.
Post orgasm, Shamelle expected to feel drained, or at least a little tired. But surprisingly, she felt as energetic as ever, perhaps more so than before. Yet another gift bestowed upon her by Amsi. If a slave couldn't last, what good was it?
As Amsi let go of her cock, she licked her lips in anticipation. "Rise Shamelle. Your mistress needs tending to." Leaning backwards onto her own serpentine body, Amsi gestured to her members. The both of them throbbed powerfully, still glistening in thick, syrupy liquid.
Shamelle jumped at the chance to please to her mistress. Quickly getting to her knees, she marveled at the sight of Amsi's twin members, and within seconds, she knew just what to do. Shamelle fought hard to contain her excitement as she inched her way forward. Just the sight of Amsi's exposed flesh made her giddy. She couldn't fathom the feeling of fondling them, wrapping her mouth around them, licking them, tasting their wonderful essence on her tongue.
Fortunately, she wouldn't have to wait long as Amsi noticed her daydreaming and hurried her along with an impatient growl. Not wanting to anger her mistress further, Shamelle went to work. Grabbing one cock in hand, she gently began to stroke up and down, staring in awe at the amazing organ. It was so large she could barely wrap her hand around its thick base. She could at the top, but only because of its slight taper. It was remarkably smooth, not a crease, bump, or blemish to be found. The sticky slime coating it seemed never-ending. As Shamelle stroked and stroked, it began to pool and run down her hands and almost immediately, more appeared to takes its place.
The substance was fascinating; she just had to have a taste. Continuing to stroke the first cock, Shamelle took an experimental lick of the second, causing Amsi to shudder and groan. The taste was unparalleled, sour, sweet, salty, and bitter all in rapid succession. She had never tasted anything like it, and after only one taste, she had to have more.
Without warning, Shamelle wrapped her lips around Amsi's member. Little by little, she inched her way forward, slowly engulfing the length of Amsi's two-foot erection. Shamelle smiled as she saw her mistress' blissful face, and heard her sigh of content.
Angling her mistress' member forward, Shamelle took a deep breath as she forced the length into the tight depths of her throat. She had expected a gag reflex, but along with many other things, Amsi had done away with it during the transformation. And for that, Shamelle was grateful.
Before long, she had consumed Amsi's length, right down to the base. She held momentarily to allow her mistress to adjust. Glancing upwards, she could see just how well she was doing. Amsi's mouth hung wide open. Her sticky length throbbed powerfully in Shamelle's throat. Already, thick globs of pre began to emerge from her first member, and it was safe to assume it was happening with the second. Shamelle smiled at the thought of making her mistress cum. If she were to accomplish her goal, she would have to start immediately.
Tightening her lips, she slowly pulled backwards, sucking hard at Amsi's length as she did. A loud, lewd sucking sound filled the room as she slurped her mistress' cock. Amsi let out a low moan as she revelled in the feeling of her slave's mouth. She could feel Shamelle's tongue spinning around her length, eagerly licking up every drop of cum and sticky goo her member produced.
Before reaching the end, Shamelle pushed forward, once again forcing Amsi's thick cock down her throat. Leaning forward to get a better position, she moved with far greater speed than before, eager to set a steady rhythm for her mistress. Forward and backward she moved, taking her mistress in to the hilt, and pulling out to the tip. Frequently she swallowed, tightening her throat around Amsi's member, while Shamelle's hand continued stroking her other in a rough, twisting motion.
Excessive amounts of goo and pre began to run down Shamelle's hand as well as her chin. The slimy substance pooled around her mouth and coated the insides of her throat. It tasted as good as ever, and remained a large contributor to her enthusiasm.
Shamelle put her free hand to good use as well. Whether it was the goo or her own imagination, she couldn't tell, but she had grown incredibly aroused. She had taken to fingering herself to ease the tension. But when Amsi noticed her slave moaning around her cock, she knew something was wrong.
"Hey! Did I say you were allowed to pleasure yourself?"
Her mouth still wrapped around Amsi's base, Shamelle did her best to shake her head.
"Then stop it, and put that hand to use good use. We don't have all day, slave."
Disappointed, Shamelle removed her hand from her crotch. Her mistress' looked like it needed attention anyway. As they always did, Amsi's lower lips grew puffy and wide from arousal. It was soaked with even more of the sticky substance than her twin members.
As Shamelle continued to work Amsi's cocks, her now free hand pleasured the goddess' puffy slit. Her labia were thick and soft, squishy to the touch. Shamelle pinched and squeezed them as her spare fingers slid across Amsi's slit. It twitched and contracted slightly, almost as if trying to suck Shamelle's finger inside. It was all the motivation she needed. Deciding to skip the foreplay, she thrust her finger inside her mistress' slit. Amsi moaned out, her vagina squirting a large amount of goo all over Shamelle's arm.
Wanting to give her mistress a triple dose of pleasure, she forcibly thrust four fingers inside again and again, twisting and rubbing them hard against Amsi's insides. Her other hand moved faster than ever, strongly gripping Amsi's length and stroking as fast as she possibly could. It was quite a feat focusing in so many places at once, as well as keeping her hands in place as she threw her body backwards and forwards to swallow her mistress' cock.
Amsi was in heaven. She moaned and screamed for Shamelle to go faster and harder. The pressure was building as her slave rushed her toward her most powerful orgasm in centuries. She fondled and squeezed her own breasts, doing everything in her power to make her climax better. Both her member's throbbed without pause. Finally, she let out a hoarse moan as she reached her peak.
Cum erupted from both her members, the first firing yards across the room, while the other exploded inside of Shamelle's throat. Amsi grabbed hold of Shamelle's head as she thrust forward in ecstasy. She fired what must have been gallons down Shamelle's throat. It quickly overflowed, gushing from the sides of her mouth and nose. To Shamelle it seemed never-ending. She simply closed her eyes as her mistress thrust into her mouth over and over again. Repeatedly, she rammed her cock down Shamelle's throat. Caring little for her slave's well being. Amsi face-fucked Shamelle as she revelled in her own pleasure and fired gush after gush of hot, wet cum down her throat. Every thrust was accented by an increased surge of the liquid. It was everywhere, and Shamelle feared it would never stop, but after a minute passed, it finally ended.
Amsi panted hard as she pulled Shamelle from her cock. One last bit of cum fell from Shamelle's mouth as she did.
"Wonderful." Amsi sighed. Looking down, she found her slave was an absolute mess. Having fallen forward into the mess, Shamelle's face, hips, breasts, and legs were coated with cum. Amsi hadn't had an orgasm so powerful in millennia. There was so much, it had pooled and began to off the bed and down the stairs like a small river. "Hmph, rise Shamelle."
Feeling as energetic as always, Shamelle rose to her knees. She couldn't help feeling somewhat self-conscience about being so messy in front of her mistress.
"You have performed splendidly. But there are many more tests before I am to deem you worthy of me. Now," With a snap of Amsi's fingers, the mess disappeared. Shamelle's body was clean. The river of cum was gone. "On your back. Spread your legs, wide."
Immediately, Shamelle did as she was told, falling to her back and spreading. Amsi slithered over and grabbed her legs. Shamelle yelped as she was almost forced to do the splits. "When I say wide, I mean wide. Understand?"
Shamelle promptly nodded.
"Good, now hold them."
Heeding her mistress' word, Shamelle grabbed hold of her thighs and held them wide open. She was surprised at her new body's flexibility despite its size as she spread her legs with ease. But she soon wondered if she could spread them enough as she noticed Amsi's look of anticipation, and throbbing, two-foot-long members. She wanted to please her mistress, but being split in half didn't sound very pleasant.
"Do not fear, Shamelle." Amsi stated, noticing the slight look of fear on her slave's face. "Your body is perfectly suited to my every need. They will fit. All of them."
Shamelle had no choice but to trust her mistress' word. Closing her eyes, she waited for the inevitable.
Amsi wasted no time positioning a cock at each hole. Giving each one final stroke, she slowly began to push forward, hissing as her tapered tip slid its way into her slave's hole. Shamelle let out a long moan as both her holes were stimulated. Amsi pushed forward at an agonizingly slow pace, watching as the wider section of her girth was swallowed by Shamelle's thighs. Farther and farther forward Amsi pushed, moaning as Shamelle's holes both grew tight around her thick bases. Her natural lube made the job somewhat easier, but not by much. The base of her cocks almost four inches wide, Amsi slowed as she tried to force the last of herself inside. Focusing was difficult as both Shamelle's cunt and ass clamped down to prevent any further intrusion, but Amsi always got what she wanted. Grabbing hold of Shamelle's hips, she gave a powerful thrust, forcing the last of her member's inside with loud, wet squish.
Shamelle shrieked at the feeling of her mistress' last thrust causing her to shake as her insides were stretched impossibly wide. Sh panted hard as she tried to adjust. Looking down, she now knew what a stuffed turkey felt like. Both of her thighs seemed to literally envelop Amsi's girth. To be stretched so wide would almost be frightening, if it didn't feel so good. And it felt so much better as Amsi began to move again.
Leaning far forward, Amsi pulled her hips backwards, slowly dislodging her member from her slave's tight holes. Shamelle let out a long, breathy moan as her mistress' member ground against her sensitive walls on the way out. Amsi pulled a foot of her members free before thrusting forward, resulting in another loud squish as Amsi's goo was forced from Shamelle's holes. Amsi was quick to set a slow and steady rhythm. She pushed hard against Shamelle's body, constantly trying to force her cocks deeper than they could go.
Amsi smiled as she listened to her slave moan beneath her. No longer possessing the focus to hold her legs apart, Shamelle had let them wrap around Amsi's hips. She toyed with her own breasts, rubbing them, squeezing them, digging her fingers into their soft fat. They were so sensitive. The slightest touch was pure ecstasy. They were a wonderful supplement to pleasure brought by her mistress.
Amsi grunted at each thrust, her slave's holes refused to release their grip, making Amsi's work harder, but gain more pleasure as a result. As she thrust faster, Shamelle's body began to bounce in rhythm. Back and forth her bulk moved, colliding with Amsi's hips at every thrust. The snake goddess was growing more vigorous with her movements.
She leant even farther forward, increasing the strength of her thrusts with every passing moment. Her arms resting on the bed, she continued to push, her breasts soon mashing together with her slave's. Amsi grabbed hold of Shamelle's shoulders, forcing them down as she began to pound her slave without mercy.
Shamelle wailed, the force of her mistress' thrusts shaking her entire body, the feeling of both her holes being unrelentingly penetrated felt better than expected. Amsi's natural lubricant was amazing. It coated every inch of Shamelle's passages and never seemed to run dry. The feeling of her mistress' slimy members rubbing so roughly against her sensitive walls had her writhing in pleasure.
Already Amsi's cocks were dribbling hefty amounts pre. The force of her thrusts sent it gushing from both Shamelle's holes. The ever growing amount of cum and goo was caught between Shamelle and her mistress. Amsi's violent pounds caused it to splatter and form thin strings of slime between their bodies. Frequently Amsi stopped to push their bodies closer, the large amounts of goo forming a seal between her and her slave's body. Every time they pulled apart, their bodies emitted a loud squelching sound, followed promptly by the sounds of loud smacks as Amsi continued to pound Shamelle as hard as she could.
Even Amsi began to moan as she drew closer to orgasm. Her cocks throbbed repeatedly as she slammed into Shamelle. She loved the sight of her slave's plump body bouncing up and down, her flesh jiggling at every thrust. And the blissful look on her face was absolutely wonderful. Feeling her slave's orgasm hit was the final push.
Hilting Shamelle one last time, Amsi moaned out, letting loose a rush of thick cum. Her body pressed firmly against Shamelle's, Amsi fired spurt after spurt of her seed. Quickly overflowing, the sticky goo erupted from both Shamelle's holes. Amsi continued to push down on her slave, wantonly grinding her tits against Shamelle's as she came. Amsi could feel her slave's every shake and quiver. Her climax was just as powerful. Shamelle shook so violently it was visible from a distance. Her eyes and teeth clenched as she fought hard not to pass out. Both her cunt and ass pulsated and contracted as if trying to squeeze more cum from Amsi members. Instinctively, she bucked against her mistress, desperate to feel their bodies together. Her sensitive tits still ground powerfully against Amsi's. The harder her mistress rubbed against her breasts the more Shamelle lactated. As her orgasm hit, milk burst forth from her nipples, soaking her mistress' own breasts with creamy dairy.
Both their orgasms stretched on, the bed soon becoming soaked in their collective juices. But inevitably, they ended. Both Amsi and Shamelle lay panting, but not for long. Removing herself from atop Shamelle, Amsi wasted no time preparing to fill her next set of needs.
"On your hands and knees."
"But Mistress, aren't you going to-" Noticing the annoyed and somewhat angry look on her mistress' face, Shamelle quickly flipped over, ignoring the gallons of cum that soaked her hands and knees.
Both her cocks as hard as ever Amsi was in no mood for games. Words couldn't describe how horny she still was, especially as she eyed her new slave's gigantic ass. It was built so perfect and round, just as soft and cushy as Shamelle's breasts, just like she wanted.
Amsi's cocks throbbed as Shamelle lifted her rump high into the air, swaying to and fro as if begging to be stuffed again. Albeit stained with bits of cum, it was no less appealing to Amsi's eyes.
She couldn't help but grab hold of and squeeze Shamelle's supple cheeks. Licking her lips, she smiled as she pinched her slave's flesh between her fingers. A light hiss escaped her lips as she sandwiched one of her cocks in between Shamelle's large cheeks. She chuckled as she began to thrust back and forth. The feeling of her slave's soft flesh enveloping her member was more than Amsi could handle. As one of her personal favorite sex acts, she always lost control whenever she hotdogged a slave's ass.
Squeezing her slave's cheeks tight around one of her members, Amsi thrust forward with all the speed she could muster. Her natural secretions soon coating Shamelle's crack, it became like stuffing a sticky, wet hole with an open bottom.
The sight of her slave's ass bouncing and shaking was always a pleasure to Amsi's eyes. The more she beat her hips against it, the harder she became. Large dollops of pre escaped Amsi's tips as she fucked Shamelle's soft and sticky cheeks. Her thrusts were long and drawn out, the perfect way to get the full experience of her dirty act. The very sight of her slave's plump cheeks sandwiching her large cock was a great turn on.
Soon unable to contain her lust or excitement, Amsi pulled a great distance backwards, lining her top cock with Shamelle's tight anal passage. Clenching her slave's buttocks, she thrust her member forward, instantly driving the full length of her cock into her slave's tight pucker.
Shamelle moaned out as the unexpected intrusion sent a wave of pleasure of throughout her body. Her asshole clenched tight, Shamelle buried her face into the bed as her mistress brutally pounded her ass. Lewd, wet smacks echoed throughout the room as the snake goddess rammed into her slave again and again. Shamelle's well-rounded rear shook and jiggled at each pound, Amsi's thrusts so powerful they seemed to distort it as if it was made from water.
Amsi's free member found its way in between Shamelle's legs, her thighs shut tight around it. Amsi rammed her cock forward, easily pushing through Shamelle's thick thighs and spilling copious amounts of pre on the other side. At every powerful thrust, a thick jet fired forward, splashing across Shamelle's breasts in messy, white plops.
The cock buried Shamelle's ass did the same. Soon a constant stream of thick cum erupted from her hole as pre filled it to the brim.
Her breasts grinding against the bed, Shamelle had begun lactating profusely. The sensation nearly had her screaming. One hand sat beneath her, savagely kneading her breasts in an attempt to free more creamy milk and heighten her pleasure. The other pushed past her thighs in an attempt to rub her own clit. With so much stimulation, the urge to cum was becoming too great. The feeling of her mistress' thick cock grinding so wonderfully against her sensitive walls, the sensation of her breasts firing squirt after squirt of delicious cream, it was all too much to handle.
The pleasure overwhelming her, Shamelle came, a torrent of juices rushing from her hole and splashing her mistress' cock between her thighs, lubricating it even more. Her entire body quivered, as the mind-numbing pleasure took hold. Her breasts gushed more than ever before. They fired impossible amounts, gallons seeming to escape from Shamelle's oversensitive jugs. Her asshole tightened, much to the pleasure of her mistress who continued to pound away enjoying the increasing tightness.
Shamelle's unyielding hole provided an unreal amount of stimulation to Amsi's over-lubed cock. With every passing moment, she attempted to pound faster and harder, the overwhelming need for release fueling her lust.
Desperate to cum, she wrapped her arms around Shamelle and lifted her into the air. In an impressive display of strength, she rapidly slammed her slave down on her cock. Her hands wrapped tight around Shamelle's waist, Amsi moaned out as her member was buried deeper into her slave's ass than ever before.
Having already recovered, Shamelle couldn't help but moan as her mistress' member continued to violate her depths. Over and over, Shamelle's breasts slapped against her chest, the two mounds of flesh driven to motion by Amsi's lust-crazed sex. Shamelle could only find one thing to hold on to: her mistress' cock, still as hard as ever in between her legs. She tightened her thighs and grabbed on to the throbbing member for support, unknowingly causing her mistress greater pleasure.
She struggled to keep hold of it as not only was she being manhandled, but another orgasm was fast approaching. Her focus dwindled as her cunt began to leak again. Her eyes clenched shut, her mouth hanging wide open, letting her tongue flail wildly. Both Shamelle and Amsi's minds went numb with pleasure. Teetering on the brink of climax, their shared need for release overwhelmed them, and as they gave one final push, they moaned into the air.
Shoving Shamelle down as far as she would go, Amsi let loose her largest load yet. Her arms tightened around her slave as her members erupted like fire hydrants. Wave after wave was emptied into Shamelle, her body holding a considerable amount before overflowing. Gallons of the goo surged from her hole like an endless white waterfall. The cock between Shamelle's legs fired just as much, arcing across the room and splattering the wall in semen. Shamelle's ass quivered and contracted, forcing even more of Amsi's cum free. Her orgasm just as powerful, Shamelle nearly lost consciousness as she climaxed harder than she ever had. It seemed to go on forever, but she held on, riding out the bliss to hopefully end as her mistress did. Her wish came true as over a minute later, their orgasms susided.
Content, Amsi fell forward, landing directly atop Shamelle as they crashed into the soft bed.
For a time, things were quiet between them. They sat in silence as the lustful haze in their minds dissipated, and they began to think clearly again. Shamelle was the first to speak.
"Mistress, I feel so sleepy..."
With a groan, Amsi rolled over. She lay on her back, panting. Just as tired as her slave. "Even my power has its limits. We do not need to sleep often, but we do need sleep." Amsi yawned, her mouth opening as wide as only a snake's could. "When we awake, I shall test you further. But for now, you are indeed worthy to be my concubine. Now sleep. I want you well rested for what is to come."
Her small speech over, Amsi's closed her eyes, not to be opened for days or even weeks.
Shamelle smiled as she stared at her mistress' sleeping body. She was finally worthy, and it felt good inside. Closing her eyes, she snuggled up to her goddess with a look of contentment. Completely satisfied with her new life, she fell into a deep sleep, her dreams filled with her new mistress, and all the many ways to please her.