This choice: A terrificly dangerous looking lamia. • Go Back...Chapter #6Looks are... Deciving. by: Unknown Authors Note: I'm telling you ahead of time that I decided to switch point of view from the third person point of view to a second person point of view. I needed some practice doing second so this is how I'm practicing. Anyhow, back to the story.
Turning you see a extremely tall girl, around double your own height, looking down on you. As you look at her some very obvious things pop out, she has a pair of boobs, huge, completely exposed boobs. One is big enough to where if you were to curl up beside it, you would still be only about half of its size, but somehow they manage to fit her frame without looking awkward or sagging. Then you look down further noticing she doesn't have legs, instead a huge snake tail appears from under her tattered, black leather skirt and disappears behind the trees.
Your body freezes from your primal instincts of fear, this was something you had grown accustom to over the years of being a thief, but this was a whole new breed of that fear. The kind that as of currently screamed, "Run and don't look back!", or, "Either way your doomed, accept it.", and your body refused to move. So it looked like you were going to fall victim to a creature that shouldn't exist. She began to slither towards you, allowing her free breasts to sway with her slithering motion. Soon your lifeless remains would be scattered, and your memory dissipate into nothingness... What a way to go.
You close your eyes and wait for the inevitable. Feeling a large, but petite and soft push against your chest, knocking you onto the ground. You cringe as you feel something touch you, then relax as you realize it's soft and warm and big pillows-like things pressing against your torso. You sit there waiting for something to happen, after what seems like years, you decide to open your eyes to see what was happening. Slowly opening them you see a soft, beautiful, young looking face, with sparkling hazel eyes with little flecks of pale pink throughout the warm, comforting eyes. You can't help but stare, they almost seem like they are pulling your attention from every other delicate, and or enchanting features.
For a second your eyes wander from her eyes, to her plump, soft looking lips, then to her long, silky, bark colored hair. Lastly you stare down at your chest, which has a pair of pleasantly squishy, warm, soft boobs pressed onto it and most of your body. You could feel the blood rush to your cheeks from the sheer embarrassment, you try wiggling uncomfortably to escape the situation. Then when you feel your junk touch something foreign, and soft, you realize, your completely naked... Your out in the middle of some forest, with a absolutely stunning half girl, half snake laying on top of you, while she has no top on and you're completely naked, you can't tell if it's a good situation or a bad one.
You're so embarrassed that even if something else lewd happened you probably wouldn't get redder. Somehow the entire time his was happening not a single word was said, somehow. You begin to think of a way to say anything... you can't. Honestly, you kinda just want to disappear and escape from the embarrassment. Her expression changes to one of worry, then with a sweet, young sounding voice she asks. "Where'd you go? Aw... And just when I thought I had made a human friend. Wait, when could humans disappear into thin air?..."
You cut in and say with a shaky voice. "What are you talking about... I'm still under your... boobs." She feels around under her where you are and grabs something you wish she hadn't, your flaccid member, which quickly begins to harden from the warm, soft touch of her hand.
You try to slip out of her grip, ineffectively. After you give in to the mind numbing feeling of your tool being harassed by her soft hand. She just rubs it in her hand playfully as you gasp and murmur from pleasure. Soon the sensation is to much for you to handle and you feel your package beginning to throb almost painfully, then she stops. "Your back! How'd you do that? Wait I remember something important... let me check something." She quickly flips you on your stomach, rubbing her boobs all over you, and checks for something at the base of your neck. "Oh, I was right! You're a mimic!" She flips you back over and slams you onto the wet earth, again rubbing her ginormous boobs all over you. She, and her boobs, are bouncing slightly. She looks at you with a cheerful smile on her face, showing her sparkling white teeth and the lethal looking pair of daggers she had for canines. Finally you get tired of her bouncing on you and ask. "What the heck is a mimic? Last time I checked I was a human... And who the heck are you?" She opens her mouth to speak and the flecks of pink in her eyes turn to a deep ocean blue.
She looks in shock at the position that you were in the gets off you. Turning and facing the other direction, she says. "Sorry, about that. I'm not exactly normal. If I hit my head to hard a built up emotion takes over my personality... And the only way I snap out is if you ask my name. By the way my name is Sylvia, pleased to meet you." You stand up and dust yourself off, then looking at your extremely teased equipment you realize something, it got a whole lot bigger... It had gone limp and was drooped down to almost your kneecap. Turning and covering it the best you could, you ask the question again. "You were about to tell me what a mimic is and said I was one, what is that... Can you finish telling me what that was? Oh, and lastly my name's Nathan, I have no reason to lie to you." She turns and looks at you a bit weird at the last part, but says. "Well a mimic is a human who somehow gains the ability to change their appearance at will, normally they are impossibly rare. But there are exceptions that can be one of a kind, I heard stories of one being able to transform given parts into beast they had encountered, or the story where one learned to mimic special abilities from anything and perfectly mimic it. Those are ones who had a morphed version of the mimics power. The personality might have been bluffing, but I should look. let me see the base of your neck."
You turn showing her the back of your neck, which she quickly gasps. "Your a mimic, but that isn't a normal stigma... Yours is shaped like a human body. How strange. Maybe we could test out what yours is all about." You turn as she asks and you bonk your heads together, causing her to collapse onto the forest floor, with a very heavy, dull thud. She...
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