Topic: The Serpent and The Hood- by Indigocarmine
The Serpent and The Hood
"I remember when my girlfriend first came home with a penis."
"Actually, let's start this a bit earlier: I met my girlfriend at a bar. I was tending, and she walked in, all fire and furry, a punk goddess having a bad day. She marched right up to the bar, plunked down and ordered a whiskey. I was feeling generous, so I poured her a double, which she slammed down all in one jerky motion. Blowing a contented sigh, she set the glass down, smiled crookedly at me, and asked for another.
"As I poured her next drink, I really looked at her sitting there glancing around the bar. She was a pale, white, young woman, maybe a senior in college. She had piercing, pale blue eyes framed with heavy charcoal above an architecturally complicated nose and a thin lipped mouth. Her hair was raven black, hanging thick and wild down over her shoulders. And she had piercings, so many piercings: each ear was a matrix of loops and bars, her nose septum was pierced, a pair of loops in her right eyebrow, her bottom lip sported a barbell piercing, and glinting in her mouth was a tongue stud. She wasn't the prettiest girl I'd ever seen, but her dramatic flare, confidence, and mild promise of danger more than made up for it.
"I slid her the next whiskey, which she also polished off in a single go. Sputtering a bit this time, eyes watering a little, she coughed and asks that the next one be a beer. A stout.
"Clearly deciding she was going to be there awhile, she slid out of her black coat, and set it down on the stool next to her. The equally black tank top she was wearing underneath showed off the girl's tattoos. A trio of red and black nautical stars were visible along her chest and shoulders: small ones perched on the front of her shoulders, and a larger one on her breast bone, straddling her modest cleavage. Her arms were covered in tats, sleeves done in black-and-white serpent scale patterns with more red-and-black nautical stars on her elbows and the back of her hands. I could tell she was going to be trouble.
"Perching over her beer, watching me survey her piercings and tattoos, she smiled thinly and told me her name was Petra.
"Petra stayed at the bar the whole night, keeping me company as I drew beers and mixed drinks. When it was busy, she was content to nurse her drink quietly, but when it was slow we talked. And she was really cool. Petra was funny and sarcastic and smart and bitter in this really engaging way. She even seemed to enjoy my clownish good nature and clueless sunny disposition. We had a lot of fun.
"After last call, as the bar was closing up, Petra looked like she had made a decision about something, flashed me a smile that managed to be both sly and shy, and asked "what do you do for fun around here?" Not being a complete idiot, I offered my barmates that I'd stay and clean up, shooed out the lingering customers, locked the doors, and found Petra perched naked on the bar.
"Sitting there naked on the bar, legs spread wide, tits hanging out, and pierced eyebrow pitched rakishly. A look that asked what I thought of her lean, sinewy body with its pierced nipples, belly button, and clit hood, about the flare of nautical stars on her hips and the sketchy start of scales on her legs. A look that challenged me to come over there and do something about it.
"And we fucked in that desperate, showy, inept way of strangers who were scratching an itch while still badly wanting to impress their partner.
"And then suddenly we were dating. Our lives together were at first very much shaped by our schedules. I worked at a couple bars most days and nights of the week, trying to pay off a student dept from a business degree that hadn't paid off. Petra was still a student, studying geology for an eventual job in the mining industry and "because it rocks". (Petra, for all her badass cool, loves herself a silly pun.) To pay tuition and fuel her expensive tattoo habit Petra would dance at clubs around town at night. So we didn't see each other everyday, but when Petra didn't have a show, she always came to whichever bar I was tending, and like that first night, we'd spend the night in each other's company while I slung drinks. It was really nice.
"Petra had, during this time, one monster of a tattoo bug. What money she earned from dancing that didn't go into school or sundry was spent on ink. Over the first few months of our courtship she completed the scale pattern on her legs, which left the inside of her thighs clear, but covered the rest of her legs from hips to feet with snake scales interspersed with more red and white nautical stars. She also added a stylized tattoo of a medusa on her back between her shoulders and a circlet of scales on her forehead, just below her hairline, centred with a nautical star. I asked her about her love of tattoos and she told me that "change was sexy" and that "tattoos are addictive, once you start altering yourself it an be hard to stop."
"It was about the time that she was just starting to finish her Medusa back tattoo that we decided to move in together. It would let us see more of each other and save some money which would help me pay down my debt quicker and let Petra spend more of her earnings on, I thought, her tattoo habit.
"It was only after a month of living together that Petra came home with another new tattoo. This time, done in the red and black style of her stars, Petra had a stylized penis drawn on her smooth, hairless pubic skin. An erect four inch art-deco cock juxtaposed with the feminine folds of her cunt. I didn't know how I felt: here was my beautiful, weird girlfriend who lived to make daring, subversive statements making a hugely daring and subversive choice. A choice, I was sure, designed to test me, to challenge whether I was the kind of guy who could enjoy the risk and was willing to shrug off the norms of mainstream society. But it was a cock, which at the time, I was pretty sure wasn't my thing, and yet, the image of that inky dick perched on Petra's female crotch was, the more I looked at it, pretty fucking sexy.
"Knowing what Petra wanted, I kicked off my pants and underwear, doffed my shirt, and grabbed my naked Petra and kissed her hungrily, lips tugging at her mouth piercings. Petra laughed happily, hopped onto my standing lap, and wrapped her scale covered legs around me. I tripped over backwards, and Petra, whooping, rode my lap to the ground where she eased herself onto my rigid cock. And there we were, Petra on top, straining against each other, tattooed penis bobbing up and down, as Petra bounced away on my cock until with a cry and a grunt we both came.
"It seemed I had passed her test, just not the test I thought.
"It was just as I was getting used to the incongruous tattoo cock that lived on my girlfriends crotch that the next thing happened. I was tending bar on a night when Petra usually came to hang out, but oddly she didn't show. I didn't think too much of it at the time, since Petra's schooling sometimes dictated extra study session and sometimes she had a dancing gig come up at the last moment. But anyway, I finished my shift, idly wondering where Petra had gotten off to, when I got home to find our apartment darkened and candlelit. Suspecting that sexy games were afoot, I slipped out of my own clothes, announced that I was home. Petra called out to me from the bedroom and I hurried to join her.
"Petra was standing in the bedroom, hipped cocked, displaying her body. She was dressed in our favourite lingerie, her tight latex corset and bustier, her shiny thigh length high-heeled boots, and her long, latex gloves. She was a dark goddess of sexual deviance and I was instantly aroused at the site of her. Except, then I saw it, the erect male penis and matching balls that hung heavily from Petra's crotch. Not a tatoo, or a toy, but an honest to Belial flesh and blood cock that bobbed gently in time to Petra's heartbeat. And not a small one, either, Petra's new dick, while still human in shape and size, was well above average, bigger than my own even. I gasped, my own cock expanding in excitement despite myself. The transgressive contrast between this veiny monster and beautiful, kinky Petra was exciting.
"Petra grinned at my reaction with that same combination of sly and shy as that first night in the bar and slinked forward without a word. She reached down with her latex covered hand and gentle grasped my rigid, aching penis and began to work it. With her other hand she led one of my hands to her own rigid, aching cock. Stunned and turned on I began to slide one hand, and then the other, along my girlfriends cock. As we both gathered momentum, and I warmed to the task, I slid one of my hands down to play with her balls in a mirror to her own good work on my own. She hissed contentedly. Really getting into it now, I moved my hand from her balls down and under seeking the moist promise of her cunt and found, instead, the rough, rigid flesh of taint. Petra, my beautiful girlfriend, was entirely male.
"Sensing my confusion and panic, Petra dropped to her knees and took my cock in her mouth, rubbing it with her tongue with its devilish piercing. She sucked at my dick with gusto, eloquently making her case with fellatio. I looked down, seeing her look up at me with her icey blue eyes with their mask of makeup, looking at me with longing and uncertainty, questioning and lust, and above everything else love. I reached down, grabbed her head of black hair, and ground my cock deeper into her mouth. She mffffed happily around my dick and attacked my orgasm with mounting action. Watching her beautiful face wrapped around my cock I was confronted with a strange site: down below her latex coated cleavage, Petra was furiously rubbing her own cock, masturbating while she sucked mine.
"In that moment, I knew this moment was too important for her to have her first orgasm be from a shame-filled self-handjob.
"I gently reached down and stopped her arm, and pulled myself, regretfully, from her delicious mouth. Pulling her to her feet, I told her I loved her and dropped to my own knees. I licked her cock from balls to tip, like I liked, and kissed it on the glans. Taking a deep breath and stifling a feeling of profound weirdness, I wrapped my mouth around Petra's cock and began to give my girlfriend her first blowjob. I bobbed my head inexpertly, feeling my mouth stretch out from Petra's huge cock. Knowing I'd not be able to take all of it in my mouth, I reached up with one hand worked the shaft. I sent my other hand to grope Petra's balls. Petra growled above me, and ground her star and cock tattooed pelvis against my face. I must have been doing okay, as Petra began to pant above me and whine as we approached her orgasm. Taking a page out of Petra's game, I slid two of my fingers into her asshole and prodded at, what I thought, was her prostate. With a joyous shriek Petra came, boiling, hot semen shooting into my mouth and throat. I sputtered on my girlfriend's seed, and fell off her cock, getting struck in the face with the final spurts of her ejaculation.
"A glow of happiness and love crossed Petra's face. I could see a very male impulse to just lay there and bask in the moment in her face, but instead she, seeing my still rigid cock, joined me on the floor. Falling to all fours she elevated her ass and, balancing on her head, reached back with her arms to part her buttcheeks and display her anus. Slowly, gently, I slid my aching dick into the tight, too-hot ring of Petra's anus. Slowly, so slowly, I worked myself in and out, feeling Petra loosen and relax around me. Eventually I was able to pick up speed and fuck Petra in her ass. Grabbing Petra's latex encased breasts, luxuriating in the sensations of her glorious butthole I was enjoying myself until I noticed that Petra, under me, was once again sporting a rock hard boner. And so, being a gentleman, I reached over and gave my girlfriend a reach around until we both, howling, ejaculated.
"The weeks that followed were a whirlwind of experimentation and romance. Both of us learning Petra's new body and mastering new ways of loving one another. Petra visiting me at the bar in a long skirt, her cock hidden from the world. Blowjobs behind the bar after hours or in the bathroom during. Petra rakishly using the urinals. The first time I let Petra enter me anally and give me a reach around. The feeling of her grand cock stretching me out completely and pressing on my sphincter. It was different and new and exciting.
"It was also just the start.
"It seemed that growing a cock had just whetted my girlfriend's appetite for body modification and set her off in a new direction. It was only a matter of weeks before Petra expanded her modest breasts to whooping D cups that jutted from her chest. And only a month after that she changed her puffy nipples into rosy penis glans connected to seminal vesicles that replaced the mammary glands of her expanded breasts. Loving her new cocktits Petra saved up and added four more penis glans nipples, arranged in two pairs down her chest and stomach below her breasts, looking like vestigial cocknips of breasts that never grew. Petra, being Petra, of course promptly pierced all six of her cocknips.
"The biggest surprise came on the night before she was leaving to move up North to the mountains for a six month mining internship. I left the bar early, eager to spend as much time with Petra as I could, cock stiffening at the thought of penetrating and being penetrated. But as soon as I came in the door I could tell something special and drastic had happened. Once again candles were burning throughout our apartment and the sound of Petra moving around in the bedroom. Excited and a little anxious, I undressed and rushed to the bedroom.
"There I found a lingerie clad Petra bent over the side of the bed with her ass in the air. I was instantly confronted with the long absent sour smell of cunt mixed with the ripe reek of shit. As I approached Petra I could see why: my girlfriend had her anus altered so that her butthole was now partially a cunt. Nestled between her buttcheeks was a fleshy flower of vulva, capped, top and bottom, by the puffy nubbins of clitorises. She asked me what I was waiting for, and for lack of a better answer I buried my face in her ass cunt and tongued at her hybrid opening. Once her asscunt was properly wet I slid my arching cock into the hot, wet, tight embrace of her new cunt and fucked her, penis in vagina, while also reaching over and stroking Petra's cock. We fucked and fucked until I felt her cunt-sphincters tense in orgasm which drove both of us over the edge so that we ejaculated simultaneously, me into her ass and her onto the bed.
"I asked her what the special occasion was and she cryptically told me she wanted me to "fuck a vagina at least one last time."
"And the next morning she was gone to learn the trade of a field geologist and make a startling amount of money. I won't pretend I wasn't lonely: there are only so many hours of bartending I could do in a week. I really missed my exotic, crazy Petra. The only tonic were the letters we exchanged: mine filled with the mundane minutia of our social circle, Petra's filled with adventure and the strange sexual creatures that could be spotted fucking in the mountains. And, as a highlight, Petra always included a sexy photo of herself, face determined with her legs splayed to accentuate her dick, ass cheeks parted to display her buttcunt while she made a surprised face, a look of lidded contentment while she arched her back and thrust out her dicktits and phallic nipples. Even hundreds of miles away Petra continued her sexy games.
"Surprisingly, she also managed to continue her transformations. Only a couple months into her internship she sent a letter back that displayed her showing off her new dick breasts. Petra had apparently managed to find an alchemist she trusted and paid to grow breasts under her second row of torso dicknips so that she now had four penis glans tipped breasts, a pair of D cups above a pair of C cups, above her last two vestigial penis glans on her stomach. A few weeks after the letter she sent back showed that she had paid to grow her last row of pierced dicktip nipples onto B cup breasts, such that she now had three rows of glans tipped breasts. Then, even though the letters continued, the pictures stopped.
"And then, a couple weeks later, the letters stopped entirely. I began to worry, what if she was done with me and found someone else? What if she did something drastic to herself or ran afoul of a demon in the forests of the mountains? What if I had lost Petra?
"My fears were assuaged when on my birthday, just a month before Petra was due home, I received a letter from my girlfriend. Petra apologized for the lack of correspondence and blamed some remote field work for the pause. She wished me a Happy Birthday, told me she loved me and would see me soon. It also reported that she had a present for me: she had arranged a massage for me with a local masseuse for the next day.
"I was a little nervous about this. I mean, I was grateful, but I had never gone for a massage before. I was also a pretty big and hairy guy, not fat or unclean, but not slim and excessively groomed either. I really didn't know what to think but thought it was sweet and might be fun and decided to honour the appointment.
"I arrived at the massage parlour the next day, a small affair in a small commercial space not far from one of the bars I filled in at sometimes. The masseuse was a heavily transformed person, with an unusual three way symmetrical body. They stood on three equilateral legs that pointed out from a central body. Hanging between each leg was a large cock. The person had nine breasts arranged in a single row on each of its three torsos. From it's shoulders sprouted six latex coated arms, two per shoulder joint. It's head was pyramidal and vaguely phallic, was eyeless, and sported three equilateral mouths. In a trio of voices, one bass, one tenor, one soprano, the person lit some incense and told me to take off my clothes and climb onto the table.
"I stripped, climbed onto the table, and placed my face down into its cradle. Breathing deeply I smelled the sweet scent of the incense, feeling giddy and lightheaded. I heard the transformed masseuse approach me, and smelt the scent of botanicals as it rubbed massage oils on its latex encased hands.
"And then the masseuse touched me. Floating on the incense, I was distantly aware of the pleasant sensation of someone kneading my muscles, rubbing out aches and pains. As the massage continued I smelled and felt more oils being applied and the pressure and heat of the massage intensifying. Soon it felt like I wasn't so much being rubbed as I was being shaped, rearranged and moulded in ways I couldn't explain. But I was so detached, so drowsy, that despite the pleasure and surreal sensations I found myself drifting off.
"I woke up sometime later, alone in the room, still laying naked on the table. I felt strange and damp, groggy and aroused. I puled my face out of its cradle and started to push myself up. I felt strange weights shift on my torso, and a weird constriction on my head and legs. I tried to look down, but found my vision constrained by some sort of hood. I rolled to my feet, attacked by a million weird, hanging, swinging sensations. I knew I had been transformed, but didn't know into what. I felt my arousal growing, blood pounding in face, and strange swellings and moistening occurring around my body.
"Looking around the room, I spotted a full length mirror and saw my new self for the first time. I gasped. The person staring back at me looked like a short, cute transformee girl. Her face, classically beautiful with a button nose and swollen lips, peaked out from a strange fleshy hood. As I grew more aroused, I watched the hood spread further open revealing the woman's oddly red-pink, shiny and wet face. I reached a very feminine hand up and caressed my cheek and watched the woman in the mirror shudder and gasp. It felt like I had been struck by lightening. I realised my face was now a giant clitoris and that my fleshy headcover was my face-clit's labia hood. I gasped again, throaty and effeminate at the sensation.
"My clitoris face was only the beginning. Hanging from my feminine chest were four massive, ponderous H cup breasts. Between which ran a narrow ridge of labia that ran from the base of my clitoral hood to the elaborate construction of my vaginal vulva which was my most drastic change.
"I turned slightly and surveyed my bizarre lower body in the mirror. Below the feminine curves of my narrow waist and my dramatically flared hips my body was a strange mass of vulva folds. Standing out from my waist like petals on a haut couture dress were my labia majoris and below that, flaring out in a circle around me, were layer after fleshy, moist layer of inner labia. I looked like I was wearing a poofy crinoline skirt made of cunt that hung down to my oddly wide spaced knees. I squeezed my feminine thighs together and felt labia hanging both outside and between my legs. I realised my womanly, human legs now grew out of my cunt amongst the folds of its many lips. I could feel my skirt of cunt folds swell and lubricate as I thought about what this meant for me.
"I also felt a great space inside of myself warm, wet, and tighten. I wasn't sure, since my sensitive, dripping skirt of flesh blocked my view and the sensations were so oddly new, but I strongly suspected that at the heart of my cuntskirt, between my widely spaced legs, was a gaping vagina just begging to be filled.
"I was so fucking horny. My vulva skirt had swollen ridiculously, gushing fluids down my legs, while my clit face felt bloated and feverish, developing a glistening sheen. I needed to get fucked.
"Just then the masseuse re-entered the room, and in their complex voice instructed me to follow them. In a haze of arousal I took their hand to steady myself, and in a cunt-swishing, stimulating walk, I sloshed after them leaving a trail of fluids in my wake.
"I think they led me down a hallway to a back room. Honestly, it was all kind of a daze or arousal and strange body sensations: the feeling of intense female horniness, the motion of my cuntskirt with every step, the way my extremely wide hips exaggeratedly swayed as I walked, the feeling of my four massive breasts swinging with every footfall, and the electric and bizarre feelings of my clitface and its ornate labia hood. It was a lot to take in. So I'm not sure exactly where we ended up.
"What I do know is that waiting for me there, home a month early, was a radically transformed Petra.
"The changes Petra had made to herself were the logical completions of the program of body modifications she had started with her tattoos. Her torso hadn't changed from the last letter photograph, still covered in three pairs of breasts in descending size, each capped with a pierced penis glans. Her arms were also unchanged, slender and sinewy, covered in scale pattern tattoos. She still had her penis, jutting from her crotch, and I could smell the sharp cunt/shit smell of her anal vagina. What had changed was that she had fused her legs together and made them into a long, serpent tail, that tapered to a double-fist sized penis glans at its tip. The cocktail, because that's what it was, had to be ten feet long, and was coiled in ways that no human limb could manage. The tail was covered in Petra's silky pale skin, but looked reptilian as the tail now sported Petra's formerly leg covering scale tattoos. Her head had changed too, instead of long dark tresses, Petra now had a tangle of black-skinned tentacles that looked just like headless cocks which writhed and twisted against each other. Protruding obscenely from Petra's mouth was another massive penis glans, the dickhole of her head tentacles, which, swollen with arousal at the site of me, filled her mouth and stretched her jaw open. Petra had become the phallic medusa of her dreams.
"After surveying each others bodies, we locked eyes. We were both clearly aroused, Petra hard and aching, precum glistening on her many dickheads, and me sopping and tight and flushed. Petra looked at me with coal-rimmed eyes filled with lust and love and worry. I smiled, luxuriating at the stimulation of the muscles of my clitface, and sashayed over to Petra, curtseyed with my cuntskirt, told her in my throaty woman's voice that it was okay and that I loved her and begged her to fuck me with that great cock of hers.
"Petra reared up like a snake, and with deliberate slowness, slithered over to me. She wrapped herself around me like a constrictor, crushing the drenched folds of my skirt of swollen labia between our bodies and pressing our breasts together. I felt the penis on her crotch slip up to rest between our cleavage and press against the ridge of labia that runs from my neck to my cunt. I moaned. Petra leaned her face into mine, hissing around her swollen mouth-glans. I lunged forward and wrapped my mouth around her oral dicktip, licking and sucking with the experience of someone who had lived with a shemale girlfriend. Petra reached out with her dickshaft-tentacle hair and began to knead and rub my sensitive clit face and the moist folds of my head labia. I shrieked at the stimulation, and then cried out again when Petra snaked her massive serpent tail cock under my cuntskirt and into my eager vagina. With supreme control, Petra began to slowly pump her tail cock in and out of my gloriously filled vagina while constantly stimulating my faceclit. I reached around behind her and drove my fingers into her asscunt. Petra hissed again, and picked up speed. We grinded and fucked and fucked and, suddenly, crying out, I was rocked by my first female orgasm.
"My legs went weak and we fell to the floor. But Petra wasn't spent yet, and continued her cunt crushing, relentless attack on my body. As she continued to pump away at my cunt, I felt myself crashed against another orgasm and another. I bucked and gasped against the confining coils of Petra's tail as I became delirious with pleasure and continued to be rocked by orgasms. And then, finally, I felt Petra's whole body flex as all of her phallic openings ejaculated at once. I felt a great burst of hot seed explode inside of me as her mighty tail cock came. My faceclit and four breasts became drenched in semen as Petra's toungue-glans spewed a geyser of cum in my face and her nipple dicktips spurted their load on my body.
"We laid there together, covered in our fluids, a tangle of legs and labia, tail, and tentacles, as our satisfied bodies relaxed. Petra's tongue finally deflated and she was able to tell me how much she loved me and how happy she was that I wasn't furious at her. We talked about what this meant and how our bodies felt. I told her that I didn't feel like a man anymore and that I'd decided I was a woman and that Petra should call me Robin instead of Rob.
"Petra told me the story of how she afforded all of this. That she found a club to dance at in the mountains where the miners, maybe inspired by all the sex beasts in the forests, loved her exotic body. How through that club she found an alchemist who she paid to continue her transformation work, and eventually with whom she created the scheme of having the club of miners pay for her most drastic changes. As her internship was winding down she contacted the club's owner and sold them on the idea of a transformation show, where she would dance and transform before an audience then dance some more. The club owner loved the idea, and so for a free transformation and a hefty cut of the profits Petra became her sexual medusa before a crowd of strangers. Petra then took her cut of the profits, and through her mountain alchemist, paid for and arranged my dcum oil massage and transformation.
"Somehow we both still managed to have savings left over, and right there, post coital and on the floor, wet and sticky and spent, we decided to invest our money and open this bar, The Serpent and The Hood. And since then we haven't been happier.
"And that, is the story of this bar and of Petra the Serpent and Robin the Hood."