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Disclaimer: This story contains sexual interactions of a somewhat unusual kind (naga and anthro mare), as well as unbirth and related content, so if you're a kid who shouldn't be reading this, or are more normal than I, and don't like that sort of thing, don't complain afterwards.

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Innocence.. In A Sense - by Amethystine, Who Is Not At Fault At All

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I just want to say that I'm the victim here.

Sorry, I'm getting ahead of myself.

There I was, minding my own business while I was attempting to test my latest potion, when this huge horse hopped into my coils. "Hay!" she hollered, happily.

She was quite a large, brown anthro mare.. on the cusp of being called macro. Well, okay, not 'macro'. It was more like she was a very natural size for a horse. And I mean a big breed, like a clydesdale. But I'm afraid I don't know horse breeds very well.

In any case, her jarring arrival had made me flustered and I was going to say who the word 'hay' was for when I realized she was quite in a position to.. what? What kind of potion was I testing? Well, I don't see what relevance that has, but.. it was a concoction to create considerable carnal cravings.. of a vaginal variety.

What do you mean, 'Speak English?' I _am_. It couldn't be simpler! The solution was supposed to stimulate certain spots in a subject's cerebrum, simulating-- silence! Irritable interruptions. If you don't desist, I'll retire back inside my 'home' here and you'll never know. Okay?

Anyway, it was meant for straight males who were reluctant to go south of the border for their female friends. You know, orally. It would make them genuinely _want_ to get down there and have a real, uh.. fine dining experience. I was thinking about marketing this new 'Nether Nurturer' product with a serum that would give the guy a nice long lizard or snake tongue. You know, a package deal.

Hrmm.. 'Package Deal' would be better suited as a name for a discount on a particular pair of potions for powering up potency. Growth pills coupled with a sperm supply super-charger.. oh! And a vial of Viagra-ish vroom vroom, if you know what I mean. If I ever get out of this current mess, I'll make that my next big promotion.

Oh, yes, sorry. I was telling you about the horse. To make a long story a tiny bit shorter, she made me spill the test tubes all over her. Well, not ALL over her. I had one in each hand, you see, and she's rather large, both in height and in.. voluptuousness. So, my hands sort of jerked upwards and splashed the serums onto the underside of her.. what? Yes, really! I'm not making this up! You've seen how big they are! They're an easy target to hit, wouldn't you say?

Look, you don't have to believe me, but just listen to the rest, okay?

So, her t-shirt was half soaked, leaving little to my imagination, and she's apologizing about the accident, how it's her fault (I told you so), but that she's really keen on constrictors and couldn't help but introduce herself and was a bit.. over-zealous.

And even though I was upset about the samples of 'Nethers Nurturer', I'm a mortal male. I noticed how attractive she was.. how couldn't I? Aside from her chest and the absorbent cotton shirt clinging to her at what was almost exactly my eye level, I could see her friendly face peering down at me from beyond her considerable cleavage. Aside from the overtly obvious nipples that stood defiantly against the dampened fabric as though trying to reach my nearby snout, I could see her powerful equine form below.

I could feel it, too, in fact. Due to how she had clomped into the midst of my strewn about loops, she had been brushing up against me quite a lot, leaning on this coil or that one. Her mighty legs, with those thundering hooves, almost as big as my head. I admit to having something of a thing for horses, sure. Who doesn't? Just something about their strength. I mean, 'horsepower' was coined as a term for a reason, right?

Although, it's not that we're into their muscles, is it? It's more about them being such a comfortable and familiar creature. We associate them with loyal service and companionship. The cowboy and his trusty steed, and all that.

You'll have to forgive me for my rambling, though, while I get back to this mare specifically. While I've just said how potent and powerful horses can be, when I looked at her.. She was so soft, that was my first impression. Visually! I didn't go touching her that quickly.. aside from what I could feel against my coils. She looked pillowy, comfortable, soft! Inviting, too. Like a cushy couch that you can just tell will be heavenly to rest upon.

But, uh.. now it sounds like I'm ogling a piece of furniture with impure intentions! Heheh. No, she wasn't all downy plushness, of course. Under her plethora of perfect curves was the kind of impressive power you expect, the kind I was just talking about a minute ago.

But I'm getting ahead of myself again. I explained to her that I had been about to conduct an experiment, and that while not strictly necessary, it would benefit from the involvement of a woman, much like herself. She was rather pleased and expressed an interest in playing my assistant for the day. Actually, she may or may not have used the term 'nurse' to refer to herself, and 'doctor' for me. Playing doctor or playing potion-producer, either or both were quite agreeable!

I asked her to retrieve the back-up sample of the potion from my case, which was nearby, on the ground. She obliged, and I was treated to quite the view as she bent over at the waist to gaze at the contents of the silver-metal case, which had been unfolded to rest both its halves flat on the ground.

I know I made a big deal about her upper body (and I'm sure I will again), but it's not as though I don't appreciate a lady's lower loveliness. Just because the females of my species have forms that eschew that area altogether doesn't mean I don't understand the appeal of bipedal beauties. In fact, I might appreciate it all the more! The thickness of her hips, the roundness of her rump and the plumpness of her feminine mound nestled in the midst of it all, although superficially covered by her tight denim shorts (or maybe they were just pulled taut with that pose), were a siren song that could not be muffled by clothes or a species gap.

You know, I really feel the need to point out how much I'm beginning to enjoy seeing those things where a horse's tail is tied up into a bob. What're those things called? Tailbobs? What? Oh! Wraps. I like wrapped horse tails, it seems. (But, between you and me, I'd rather be the wrap myself and wind myself around more than just their tails, ha-ha!) Needless to say, her tail was wrapped up, lifted above her backside by the waist of her shorts.

But, back to my story. As she leaned over like that, her body formed a 'figure 7' with her long, hooved, digitigrade legs slanted slightly to one side while her upper body was horizontal.. save for the heavy flesh that swayed softly beneath her torso, entrancing me momentarily with their massive size. Two impossibly large drops of dew clinging to the underside of a leaf.

That's when I realized they actually were larger than her head, not that I minded. And let's not forget that with her semi-giant size, her head was already rather sizable!

As she found the large glass beaker that contained the rest of the potion and was reading the label aloud to herself, I came back to my senses. I noted that she would have to take off her shorts, and that she might as well take off her wet t-shirt. We were alone, after all, and I needed to test my reaction to seeing her most intimate private area both prior to and following my ingestion of the solution.

Among other things, I predicted (and hoped) that my first reaction to her womanhood would be neutral. It would be summed up by saying, 'I _could_ pleasure her orally, but there are many options available'. Meanwhile, I wanted my reaction, and those of any of my customers after drinking the draught, to be one of 'I NEED to use my tongue on that NOW', as well as gaining sexual gratification via the act, if only empathically. That is to say, they'd be aroused just by the thought of giving such pleasure to their partner, and the act of orally pleasing them would be particularly.. joyous for them.

And speaking of joyous, I happened to glance up then, and see her peeling the sodden shirt off of her bountiful bosom. I watched, transfixed as those glorious orbs were lifted by the taut hem of the garment, seeing them become squished and smooshed a bit in her brief bout with the blouse.. before they popped free and bounced against her front, as if exalting in their escape from the cotton constriction. My spine shivered in anticipation while the finely furred flesh finished rippling. It was only then that I realized how appropriate it was that her fur was a shade of brown known as 'chestnut', given what I had been staring at.

Oh..? Heh! I'm glad you liked how I described it. Yes, well, beauty inspires me, and she was quite beautiful indeed. Sexiness inspires me too, I should say. Anyway, I'm afraid you'll have to do without a detailed description of her denim disrobing, as I missed it.

Don't whine like that, and I'll not apologize for giving her some modicum of privacy after I realized how much I had been staring before. Besides, I had other things to attend to. Although, if I had been impolite enough to peek, I might have seen how, after she had tugged off her tight jean shorts, she had laid down in the grass and poured the rest of the prototype potion out of the beaker and onto herself. Yes, down _there_.

Believe you me, the question of "Why?" was on my mind too, as soon as I spotted what she was doing. I looked over just as the last drops of the liquid landed on her luscious lower lips. I leapt over to her, launching out of my looped pile, trying to take the beaker back, but it was much too late for that.

After some, uh.. 'colourful'.. 'heated'? No.. after some 'distressed' discussion, doled out by me, she explained that she had read the name 'Nethers Nurturer' and had assumed it was some sort of mature massage oil, due to the name and because of how the stuff on her front felt. My eyes were invariably drawn to her chest, seeing the slickness caused by the earlier spill persisting. She went on to explain that she had prior experience with lotions and lubricants for both lustfulness and loosening muscles, saying how very much like those liquids mine felt upon her flesh.

Now, I have to admit that while standing there in the grass with a gorgeous gal -- a huge hot horse, no less -- standing.. well, almost laying on top of her, actually, with how I had leapt over to her, my coil leading up between her long legs, any my upper body hanging over her shapely form. I have to admit, my experiment, my attempt to test my new potion-- it had slipped from the forefront of my thoughts. But it was still there! My brain wrestled with two ideas.. one, that I needed to drink my concoction to test it. The male was supposed to drink it and then feel like using his tongue on a woman would be the wildest thing he could imagine.

The other idea that fought for attention was my overwhelming compulsion to touch the perfectly plush mare's mass.. she seemed so sweetly soft and inviting.. both in her form, and her attitude. She smiled at me, seeing what I was looking at, saying just how much she liked snakes, once again.. her gaze saying just how intensely she meant it, her arching back and relaxed arms showing me just how open she was to having a serpent's scales upon her, if I would just slither myself that much closer.

Soooo, well, I tried to do both! My hands went to her chest, uh.. palpating the region, muttering something about retrieving a portion of the potion as I found how wet her flesh still seemed. She grinned at my efforts to remain clinical, but suggested I could try to suck up some of my solution from her spheres, adding that she wouldn't mind my mouth on her mammaries.. for science, of course!

I grinned and nodded, although I continued to explore her bust manually.. there was a lot to explore! Not just a valley, but a deep ravine, mountainous areas and lofty peaks.. it was quite an adventure.

Oh hush you, I hear you snickering. Yes, yes, I know you're enjoying it, that's why I'm telling it like this!

So, in my finger-focused fondling, I slid slightly forward, my body up the nook of her nethers and her cushioning thighs, which wound up tighter against my sides as she hooked her hooves around my back. I could feel how she was trying to keep herself from grinding heavily against me.. although she wasn't trying TOO hard. I took that as my cue to lean down, lips leading the way toward her luscious ... heights.

What? Why didn't I say lumps? I think that sounds a bit too diminutive, don't you?

Anyway, with my eyes on her front, I didn't see her hands until they were pressing on my snout, keeping me from her curves. I could smell my serum on her skin, and I recalled my need to further my scientific process stalled once more. Not to mention another need that had been arising. But what she had stopped me to do was to announce that she had changed her mind. She would let me lick my liquid (no, not THAT liquid of mine, now YOU're getting ahead of yourself) off of her chest only on the condition that I do something else for her at the same time. She wanted something in her sex.

While I almost jumped for joy at that request (this is more noteworthy, as I have no legs), she clarified that she desired more than my smaller sexual size. Some men might have been maligned by such a slight, I realized just how sizable she was, compared to me, even with my lengthy shape. My elongation was what she meant to get at, though! She confessed her craving for constrictors as one of multiple meanings. Aside from the allure of a serpent, she had been rather taken with our overall shapes, in a particularly __Freudian__ sense. Or to be more transparent about it, a phallic sense.

She wanted to use my tailtip as something of a living dildo. Which I didn't mind at all! My own privates are on my tail, so they'd at least be near the hotspot, as it were. I had already begun to pull up my loops to lounge them all around her laying body, gliding them up against her to support her more comfortably than the grassy ground, so I simply plunged my already moving tail down under her back, worming it under her backside to let her know her request was granted, and that she could lower her hands. She did, which would have revealed my grin at her. I actually pulled up and away from her, my hands pressing down firmly on her fabulously formed front as I lifted myself up, allowing my tail to twist into place, flexing up from under her to fondle her feminine folds.

Once more, I could feel the fluid I was still trying to ingest.. it was laying thickly upon her lower lips, and I rubbed it all the more deeply into her flesh with the end of my body, making her moan and shift, trying to get me to insert the object of her fantasies. She laughed lightly as we played cat-and-mouse for a moment, my palms pressing against her pillowy, lubricated chest.. until I finally slipped my tail into her.

Two things happened, at that moment. She gasped in pleasure, and I fell a few inches downward upon my arms, with a bit of a 'schlump' sound. She groaned, as well, as I sank downwards. Okay, so sue me, that's three things.

Peeling my eyes off of the bit of playful python penetration, I found her writhing under me, penetrated elsewhere. Her arms were up and caressing her full bosom, around my hands. That's right, not 'under'. Her large nipples had somehow expanded even more, the flesh suddenly flexible enough to shift under my comparatively small scaly hands and swallow them up into the midst of her huge, apparently ravenous rack. I didn't know what to do, and she was squirming with sensual bliss, both her breasts and sex pulsing and rippling around my various intrusions into her form.

After a moment, I tried to pull one of my hands free, and could see as the nipple's shape returned to the normal outward protrusion, although stretched around my smooth, slender, scaled wrist. It had been inverted, internal with the sudden invasion of my extremity. I could feel where my hand widened out from my arm and how that thickening of the limb pressed against the tight hold the horse's body had on me. She let out an inarticulate whimper of reluctance as she continued to wriggle with the pleasure of the penetrations across her form. My fingers flexed under her giant areola as I pulled gingerly.. gradually upgrading to a more urgent level of wrestling retraction, but the flesh held fast, and I did not wish to harm her.

As I pulled, her moans had multiplied, and the mighty muscles of her mass made themselves known to me.. a tender tug from me brought soft squeezings and sighs as my scales slipped around within her, while more meaningful movements toward escape were met with potent pulling, countering my careful recoiling. I actually sank farther, the more I tried. And if I did nothing, a persistent peristaltic pressure pushed me further in, slowly but inexorably.

Adapting a quick-sand inspired strategy, I stayed still and tried to think my way out.. even though my closeness to, and entanglement with, the erotically entwined equine kept me from being fully distressed and fully focused.

What? My tail? Well, of course! Don't you think _I_ know that NOW? Look at me! I was about to get to that, you impatient, impetuous..

Anyway, yesss.. I began to think about how it could have happened as the massive mammaries all but mouthed at my arms. She had calmed enough to tell me that what was happening was not something she had done. She had thought I had done something to her, with my mass manipulating machinations. (She'd have probably been right, in another instance, but not this time.) Her comments reminded me of the potion, finally, and thought about how it had been applied to the female's flesh. It had been meant to make a male hungry for a female's flesh.. but..

What if, when applied directly, as it had been.. it had made female flesh hungry for males?! I thought faster, and the actual target of the desire re-boarded my train of thought. Her nethers!

It was far far too late, though.. my tail had been slowly sucked into her core, creeping so slowly as to be unnoticeable in my breast based bit of bother. Of course, by that time, the handful of feet of my tail, leading up to the seat of my own sexuality, had been trapped, and my vent was about to be drawn into the delightful depths, held in that hedonistic heat.. so I gave up and shoved myself further in, luxuriating in the lovely lady's silken spaces, sliding my slit against what I could.

She couldn't take all of me after all, right? I mean, not if I was anchored at both ends! As I had taken the plunge, a rolling wave of rapturous utterances escaped her lips, her body greedily taking all that it was given, trying to keep up that amount of inward motion. Her hands ground around on her boobs, feeling the slightly altered flesh as it provided her so much pleasure, unable to stop herself. Through her sultry sighing and moaning, she managed to tell me that she couldn't stop it.. it was both automatic and too delicious to stop.. something within her wouldn't let her, she needed to consume me, despite how impossible it seemed, physically.

Well, that would have been the slight mental programming for the male user, who was supposed to be unswaying in his need to nuzzle nethers and lick his lady into submission. After I informed her of my suspicions, she nodded, seeming surprisingly serene at the strangeness. Another side-effect I tend to build into my products, a pervasive sense of placidity, to keep a transforming client away from 'frightened' and more toward 'tantalized'.

I found myself thinking that the potion seemed to have turned out well, if it had been taken correctly. Other than that, I released my grip on the scientific method and instead cradled my companion in my coils, going with the flow of the situation.. and the flow of her flesh, which seemed more interested in my tail.. which was my body proper itself, once my vent had entered her erogenous, edacious and esurient--

Hmm? What? Edacious? Esurient? Yes, they're English words. They mean hungry or greedy! Sheesh.

Anyway.. so, I was being sucked into her 'starving' sex.. which was also surprisingly spacious and stretchy.. my serpentine self was sliding away into her smoothly, no matter how much my girth grew, as more of my mass moved inside the marvellously massaging maiden's mons. It was heavenly, in it's own way.. perhaps I was also being affected by my handiwork, beginning to try to pleasure my partner, for lack of anything else to do, my hands venturing deeper into her delightful domes. I sank sizable sections of my scales into her slit all at once, to push her further through the fantastical form of fornication we had fumbled into.

((A candid photo was taken by Soto, during this point of my tale of woe, and you can see it here: ))

((If you can't view the above image, go here: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/7131782/ ))

Perhaps, in some deep recess of my brain, I had thought that if I could get her to orgasm, she might have expelled my form, or her body might have stopped its constant pulling, might have stopped being so inescapable. I might have also been thinking that it would just be nice to give her what she (or her body) wanted, as I was sure I'd see her again after such an intimate first meeting.. if the first meeting ever ended with us being separated.

I began trying to pull myself free from her chest with sinking more of my coils into her core, making her breasts battle to keep hold of my hands - and forearms, by that point - as I ground my scutes against her clit as much as I could. To her, the alien pleasure of her body greedily gripping at my arms, keeping them trapped, seemed to be quite exhilarating, while the continuous enormous penetration, stuffing her with serpentine mass, was also quite sensual, in a slightly more traditional manner.

I alternated that with the opposite, pressing my palms forth into her voluminous voluptuousness while I attempted to arrest my length's slide into her cavernous depths, twisting it against the gripping walls, making her wail, her legs clamping down around my body unnecessarily. Her sex was strong enough to stop me from pulling back, but it aroused her all the more, I could tell. She panted, her plush body flush with lust.. her body-heat skyrocketed from when I'd first sensed it with the warmth-sensing pits that pythons use to prey upon their food.

Running out of body to use on her hungry lower lips, I began to test how much I could struggle, to see if there was a limit to what I could do that would result in pleasure, versus what might cause her pain.. as I suspected there was no limit, that anything I could do would be delightful to her, pushing her ever closer to climax. I contorted myself as hard as I could, twisting and writhing my body, tugging and wrenching on my ensnared extremities, which made the mare moan all the louder as her flesh fought fiercely with me to hold my scales within her. Gasping with my gyrations, she groaned out how near she was to her paradisal peak, how she had dreamed of doing such dirty deeds with a python.

I knew she couldn't have meant quite what we had ended up doing, but it was encouraging all the same. I gave it my all, suddenly flexing what little slack I had left to reel backwards, my anchored arms pulling her rippling nipples tight while my body bent and pulled, making her weight drag across the ground. I could feel her entire body seize up, desperately clutching at my flesh, her head tossing back in ecstasy, her mane whipping along her powerful neck as she screamed in crushing rapture. I used all of my strength to send her arousal soaring before diving forward, forcing myself into her fantastic form as much as possible, my arms disappearing into her sensuous spheres up to my shoulders, meters of my mass pouring into her pulsing pussy.

Just before she exploded in blissful climax, I could feel a sudden slackening in the muscles which had been constantly suckling upon my scales and tugging me inwards endlessly. I could feel that I could make my escape, or at least try it, before her hungry husk continued to hang onto me. But, by then, I didn't even want to get away, or had given up on it. I was fascinated, I was turned on, I felt a need to feed the fantastic female form before me.

Yeah, I know.. it was the potion talking, you're right. It was still an oddly warm feeling to give myself to her like that, to pleasure her. I didn't think I'd go anywhere, anyway. Like I said, I was anchored at both ends!

So, she came, of course. Her orgasm overwhelmed her.. heck, the entire experience had been over-whelming her, so when her climax arrived, she was probably sent to another plane of pleasure entirely. She told me afterwards that her body burned, the flames erupting from the three points where my sleek self had been sinking into her, the fabulous fire spreading out to consume her every inch, from her hooves to the tips of her ears, she felt like she was melting into a marvellous marsh of pure pleasure. At the same time, she could feel her form's insatiable need for more fornicative fuel, namely me. I can confirm just how ravenous her body became, too.

In her explosion of erotic extremes, she arched her back, lifting herself up on the back of her hooves and head as her flesh experienced an implosion. What little of my length that was left dangled between her huge legs for a moment before it was wrenched up and inside the scintillating sauna that was her sex. My torso was yanked down, the bottom of my chest sinking into her folds, stretching them, making her cries of lust lift all that higher. If it hadn't been for my arms being so deeply entrenched within her breasts, I'd have been gone at that point, packed away into her womb.

As my body was tightly held against the lower belly of the writhing, cumming mare, I discovered more about the concoction that had caused all of it. What I found out was that, in a orgasmic situation brought on by that particular potion, the slit's sucking was supercharged, while the boobs' was.. more basic. Her nipples were already stretched out over my biceps, and I could see my skin slowly re-emerging as her chest gradually lost the sexual tug-o-war for my body.

Rolling waves of greedy gripping ran over a good portion of my thick body, just below my chest, within her lusty lower lips. As my elbows neared renewed freedom, my upper body disappeared further, my widening anatomy extending the mare's moans, as well as her hedonistic heights. My forearms practically flowed out of her reluctant rack, the increasing speed of their loss surely shooting through the horse's head as nothing but nerve-nirvana.

My hands were all that was left, and then, with a sudden gushing burst, the beautiful brown body claimed me, my hands popping free of their milky prisons, my upturned arms and head becoming the last morsel in the mare's majestic, massive meal. I was lost in a heady heaven of heat within her, and she was left to curl up around her swollen stomach and slip into sleep, buffeted by a bevy of sweet serpentine stirrings inside of her.

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Hrmm? Well, I guess I embellished a bit, there at the end, yes. Anyway, that should answer your question of 'What happened to you, Amethystine?'. As if you walking over to a sleeping naked horse, surrounded by her clothes and my potion paraphernalia wasn't a big enough clue.

I'd have thought you'd have figured it out yourself when you came around to this side and found my torso stuck just outside of her nethers, but you had to hear the whole story, didn't you? Anyway, could you PLEASE help me wake her up, or get me out of her? I can't just slither out, her body responds really well to that feeling, and you can guess what happens when the pleasure ramps up again..

Hey! Stop laughing! This isn't funny! This isn't my fault!