Metamorphosis - Lamia Strain

"It didn't work. Why didn't it work? I should be seeing something but she's acting the same as she always does. It didn't work... Unless... What if it did? But that would mean there was no difference. If there's no difference then that would mean she already..." Her whoop of joy accompanied her ripping open the door.

"Sorry... I was just... Are you okay?" I stammered as I backed away from her until my back bumped into the wall. She strode purposely toward me, stopping just a little further inside my personal space than I was comfortable with.

I avoided looking at her face, focusing instead on her delicious thighs tucked into some hip hugging yoga pants.

"Mercy."

What? My eyes crossed for a moment and it sorta felt like a sneeze was imminent but didn't actually arrive.

"The Overwatch character? Is that who you're going as for halloween. Doesn't really match the eyes though." Izzy laughed and did her stupid little victory dance where she waved her pointer fingers in the air as she wiggled her hips while turning in a tight circle.

"Nope, I'm still not telling you. If you want to learn what my costume is you'll have to wait for tomorrow like everyone else. Yes, tomorrow would be best," she said the last bit under her breath, like it was more for herself than for me. She absentmindedly scratched the back of her hands, where the skin looked like red and irritated.

"Are you sure you're okay?" I asked again, a little concerned with her strange behavior. She's normally so refined yet easy going. Which meant that she wasn't afraid to laugh when I ripped a big fart, but wouldn't let herself do it in front of me.

"My! Look at the time. I need to get to bed. Kay, bye." She rushed off to her room and my concern deepened. A quick glance at the wall clock showed it was actually one thirty.

Damn! I had no idea it was so late. Unlike miss energizer bunny, I actually needed a good eight hours to look and feel like a human being.

Eight o'clock was far too early to wake up to after the night of tossing and turning I'd done. I stumbled into the bathroom and the site of my most recent social catastrophe. At least my last breakup was amicable. Amy was a good lay, but we never clicked, emotionally speaking. I was actually debating letting her go when she had the conversation with me.

Twenty minutes later, fully showered and prepared for the trials to come. I was always nervous about these sort of gatherings, annoyed at the disruption of what could otherwise be a lazy day. Nothing's quite as freeing as a night full of canceled plans.

But that's not going to happen tonight. Izzy's been excited for this event for weeks, there's no way she's going to back out of it now. Maybe I shouldn't go, after what happened yesterday it's probably wisest to stay away. Disgusted with myself, I shook my head, clearing away the cobwebs of fear. Cowardice is not the way, and I already have my costume ready to go and everything. It also has the added benefit of not showing any skin at all.

And so it was that ten or so gut wobbling hours later that I was donned in costume, staring at myself in the bedroom mirror. White rubber gloves adorned my hands and extended up to my forearms. A matching lab coat with heavy cloth buttons along the shoulder, circa goodwill and the beginning of my costume idea, covered up any curves I may have possessed and ran down to my knees. White scrub bottoms completed the de-sexifying trio as the ran into a pair of tight black calf high boots, my only concession to anything resembling fashion. Dark circular welding goggles perched atop my head, holding my blonde braided hair behind my ears, finishing my transformation into Dr. Horrible. Currently, I was giving myself the psyche up talk I usually reserved for giving a speech in class or going to a job interview.

Nobody cares what you do. Everyone's will be so focused on their own lives and worries they won't have time to gawk at you doing your own thing. Don't be afraid to shake your booty, your awkward white dance moves will make people laugh if nothing else... No. Stay positive. Your body is fierce, like Taye Diggs. Man, I love Scrubs. Smiling, I marched out of the room, allowing a little sway into my hips as my boots clacked on the cheap hardwood that led to the living room where the early arrivals were already milling around.

Over the course of the night many visitors came and went, in a variety of costumes. Most of the visitors were a veritable menagerie of Izzy's acquaintances and well wishers, dressed in very conservative costumes, showing up just long enough to see my less-well dressed compatriots. There was Megan, dressed as a slutty cat, my freshman roommate and confidante. Christopher, with the last minute grecian toga, as well as his wife Mary, who had a sweet gothic witch getup, that was oozing style. My shy chemistry lab partner, Taylor, even made an appearance, with his elaborate dirt-slash-rust encrusted steampunk attire, complete with internally piped dry ice valves that gave the entire thing a - I'm about to explode - air. Not all of Izzy's friends were holier-than-thou douchenozzles, Erica, who ran a bakery, was dressed in a cardboard robot costume complete with finger painted decals, courtesy of her daughter Jessica whom I adored to bits and was currently a member of Izzy's class of students. Erica was a whirlpool of violently inclusive friendliness that somehow avoided being off-putting. All the others were but dust and smoke when compared with Izzy's masterpiece of a costume. Her face was the capstone of her reptilian Cleopatra costume, her brow adorned with a golden circlet with a cobra head with teal gemstones for eyes. Darker teal eyeshadow made hers look enormous, popping out of her face like searchlights seeking to illuminate the desire that lurked in my heart. Subtle gold hued mascara gave her skin an enticing metallic sheen, and contrasted with the realistic black scale pattern she'd worked over her hands and wrists up to her elbows. Black claws encircled a wine glass, as she brought it to her maroon lips as she took a dainty sip, nodding at something her doctor friend dressed as a vampire said, her polite smile just barely pulling her lips skyward. A swoopy black sheer left her back exposed but for dangling golden chains that ran in arches between pauldrons made of small overlapping golden scales. Her lacy black bra kept the outfit from being entirely scandalous, as it was partially visible through the light material. Dark stocking poked out from a diagonally cut skirt with gold trim, the one side ending mid calf with the other ending just above her knee. Black crocodile pumps, finished adorning those tantalizing legs. Her final touch was a black scaled tale that descended through a clever slit at her back until it barely hovered a few inches above the ground. A couple times she caught me looking at her and my eyes scurried away like a frightened mouse. But not before I noticed the smirk that bloomed on her face as she was obviously delighted with the attention I was sending her way.

Foolish. I'm being so incredibly foolish with these actions. I need something to take my mind off her. Fortunately for me somebody started up some tunes, something with a deep but not overwhelming beat, that resonated within my chest, making it rumble. Perfect.

Moving, the coffee table into the corner, I widened our makeshift dance floor, gesturing Erica to come dance with me. I sensed that Izzy was going to make her move, and I wanted to forget about it, just for a little while. Accomplishing that could be done in one of two ways.

1: Heavy drinking. Not a great idea what with the lowering of inhibitions and all that. Who knew what I would say then.

2: Dancing. There was something freeing in losing oneself into the rhythm of music of allowing your body to just go. To shift and move and gyrate in whatever way the beat took you.

That second freedom of thought was what I sought now. Erica, the rockstar woman she was, unhindered by her daughter, unselfconsciously joined me as we worked the floor. Closing my eyes, I let go. My hands worked through my hair as my hips swirled through the air. I swayed and popped as the beat took me.

It wasn't until the third song that someone breached my bubble, subtle touches warning me of their presence, before they moved in closer. I assumed it was Erica being funny and playful, as this was something she'd done when we'd gone out in the past. Smiling, I worked with her, backing my but into her crotch and grinding just a little. She stilled for a second before she settled her arms around me, becoming the pedestal I used to show off the way the music flowed through me. My eyes stayed closed as I kept the beat flowing through my body, unsullied by any visual stimuli. Maybe a song and a half later, a vaguely familiar scent tickled my nose. My dancing slowed to a stop and my eyes shot open.

Izzy's shampoo!

Spinning, I confirmed what I'd feared. My dancing partner was decidedly not wearing a cardboard robot costume. It was Izzy, full of dark lace and golden desire, she smoldered there, obviously wanting to but not yet breaching the space I'd created in my turn. Half of me wanted to cross that chasm first, the beat of the music fanning stupid arousal driven thoughts. The more rational side of my brain took control before I could do something incredibly stupid and, spinning once more, I fled briskly toward my room, fully aware of the slitted golden eyes that were undoubtedly following after me.

Slamming the door closed behind me, I twisted the knob, the lock clicking into place. My breath hissed in and out between clenched teeth as I slid to the ground, my back firm against the faux wood. Ripping off my rubber gloves and welding goggles, I tossed them into a corner, followed shortly by lab coat as I struggled with the heat that was ebbing through my body.

I was in the process of scratching my sweaty, itchy scalp when someone knocked lightly on my door, barely audible over the sound of the music.

"Kate..." Izzy murmured, her voice crossing the not large enough distance the door had in separating us.

I should have a country. Or at very least a solid chunk of lead between us. Maybe then is impending nuclear disaster won't vaporize my life.

"Let me in Kate. I'm sorry..."

I cried.

Silent tears burning their way down my cheeks as the conviction to finally leave this apartment burned its way onto my mind.

A longer pause.

"Kate, I can taste your tears. I swear I will break down this door if you don't let me in to talk," she said, sounding desperate.

Taste my...? What is going on with her?

Wiping away the tears, I tried to compose myself as I opened the door, promptly turning to look directly at my closet, unwilling to see her while she had on such tempting attire.

So easily does my desire to leave her vanish like dust in the wind.

She stormed into the room, her footsteps heavy on the well worn rug, handmade by my grandmother on my seventh birthday.

"Kate..." She whispered my name with reverence, frighteningly close. "Look at me."

I shook my head, blinking the tears away as I stayed facing the closet.

"Please look at me," her voice was soft but insistent. Was she inching closer? Suddenly not seeing her was a greater danger than her skimpy clothing.

Where is she? She's too close!

Turning, I kept my head down staring at her alligator pumps and the tip of her tail as it wriggled only a foot or so from my foot.

Something in me warned me not to, but I allowed her to tilt my head up, her hand unnaturally smooth and textured with scales. Her golden eyes met mine, her slit pupils dilating wide. Her tongue, unnaturally thin with a split tip, tasted the air. Her eyes softened as she spoke one small phrase, "Tell me the truth, do you love me?" Shivering, my skin tightened across my bones as I opened my mouth to deny it, the rational side of my brain screaming at me.

But I couldn't.

Opening and closing my mouth three or four times, I couldn't force the words through my lips, her words talons in my brain, keeping me from lying. As she watched me, her smile gradually grew wider, slowly turning predatory as I hung my head in shame. But not before giving an almost imperceptible nod. Her tongue traced the shape of my lips once before she pulled me into a heated kiss.

She kissed me like a sinner praying for salvation. A small moan slipped from my lips as she retreated, followed by a crimson blush. I pulled away from her, nearly sobbing from the anxiety, as I turned and flopped onto my bed. Burying my head into my pillow, I let out fearful, frustrated screech that did little to relieve my tension. Warmed by my breath and wet with my tears, my pillow quickly became uncomfortable, and I rolled over away from Izzy, the air warm and dry and full of fear. The taste of her lingered on my lips, and I couldn't help my desire for more. Her weight indented the bed at my back, gravity and the universe pulling me inevitably to her. I curled up tighter as she touched my arm, her fingers cautious and gentle.

"So you do like me?"

No use hiding it now.

I nodded, curling up around my knees as if they could protect me from the reality of the situation.

"Good. I like you too. In case you were unsure about that." We sat in silence for a moment, just the muted party sounds coming through the walls. "I take it there's a reason you don't want to be with me." I shook my head before I could stop myself. Cursing my own foolishness I pulled the pillow between my legs, hugging it and my knees to my chest even tighter.

She took a moment to think about that.

"Is there a reason you can't be with me?" She asked, focusing in on my like a sniper acquiring a target. I hesitated, but found my voice, thready though it was.

"Yes."

"And you can't tell me more?"

"I mean I could, but that would be bad."

Stupid. Stop talking. Also, stop not talking...

Shit.

I'm in some real trouble here. Even though the room felt overly warm, I began to shiver.

"Would it help if you didn't have to decide?" her words were fevered and eager.

Hell yeah. But there's no way...

"Yeah."

...What did I just say?!

"I'm quite glad to hear that because I'm not sure how much longer I could've held back." Her upside down head swung into my field of view, her golden eyes blazing.

"Sleep," her voice shoved me under the sea of consciousness, the darkness embracing me like an old friend.

Awareness slipped back, like a wet sheet gently peeled off a table. Right away I noticed a few things were... off. My limbs were attached to the four corners of my bedposts with assorted articles of my clothing, acting as makeshift ropes securing me with intricate knots. My mouth felt funny as my tongue probed a rubber ball gag that was lodged in my mouth.

Oh yeah, and I was entirely naked.

Izzy, the likely culprit for my current circumstances, was also naked, her folds moist as the pressed against my stomach, knees on each side of my torso. Her tail slithered between my legs, tickling my labia along the way.

"Good, you're awake. Kate, I'm so excited. Something's happening to me, to us. Whatever was bothering you before doesn't... won't, matter once we're done becoming," her voice was breathless as she groped her breasts forcefully, her ebony clawed hands scratching red streaks that disappeared a few seconds later.

What the fuck is going on?!? I began to buck and pull against my restraints.

Framing my head, her hands forced me to look at her.

"Calm. Calm. I know it's scary, change always is. This is for the best, you'll see." Whatever strange command she possessed was still in effect as my struggles stilled beneath the weight of her words. She leaned forward and gave and gave each of my eyelids a delicate kiss. Like sun warmed sand poured across my skin, a curtain of gold was drawn across my eyes as my pupils stretched into an elongated slit. Rapidly blinking my eyes drove away the sensation.

"Beautiful," she remarked, pulling my hair away from my eyes. Rolling off of me, her tail trailed behind her, much longer than I thought it'd been. She stood by the side of her bed, her temples dusted with black scales.

Is she shorter? The thought didn't linger long as she plopped her head onto my stomach, her soft black hair fanning out to tease my breasts. She tickled a wet circle around my belly button, her tongue unspooling out of her mouth like a living rope. Teasing me, her touches trailed just above my pussy, running through the week-old prickly growth of my pubic hair. Without regard for my internal protestations, my pussy dampened at the nearness of her fingers.

"My family has a couple of phrases, motto's if you prefer, that we are told to live by. One might be particularly interesting to you; family first." I couldn't help but jerk in my restraints. She turned, smiling sadly. "Thought so. Father always did care a little too much about my future. Is that why you've been afraid of this? Of us?" I froze, debating what to do, caught between a rock and a warm body. Under her piercing gaze I reluctantly gave a tiny head bob.

"He should know better by now. I'll need to have a talk with him... But that's a task for another time, I have more important things to tend to right now." At the talk of her father, I shook my head vigorously no, fear electrifying my veins.

"Shhhh, it'll be fine," she said, patting my hip, trying to calm me. "The second, more relevant phrase, to our current situation at least, seize your thread." She read the confusion on my face and elaborated.

"I guess this one needs a little explanation. It's a reverence to the weavers of fate, the Moirai, a mythical trio from greek mythology, where my ancestors originated. The message is to choose your path in life by stealing it from the weaver, taking it into your own hands," she spoke with conviction and arousal as she looked straight at me. "And I intend to." Pulling off the bed, she stood up once more, even shorter now. Her tail peeked over the other end of the bed, twitching like a fishing lure, maybe twelve feet long. "I intend to wrap my thread so tightly around yours that we become inseparable, indistinguishable, in the eyes of fate." She paused then, looking down at her lower half for a moment before looking back at me. "Well, that's certainly different." A shiver started at the tip of her tail, propagating up it's length. Like a heavy rope that's pumped once the shudder passed from her tail to her hips to her stomach to her breasts, finishing with a sharp twist of her head. Entranced by her swaying breasts, watching as her areola pebbled and the bountiful flesh continued to sway after the rest of her body was still. Her ears had grown long and tapered, giving her entire facial structure an exotic sharpness. She read the appreciation in my eyes and gave a confident smirk, keeping her eyes on me as she lowered her head toward my restrained left hand. Flicking her split tongue, she engulfed my hand with feathery licks. White scales bloomed wherever her tongue visited as my fingers curled into dangerous looking claws. She took her time, slowly working between each finger before traveling up my arm. Skipping my bare shoulder she drew a line up my neck, straight to my ear. Sheathing her tongue, she engulfed the edge of my ear with her mouth, pinching the tip with her sharp teeth as she gripped my ear. Leaning back, she pulled, taking my ear with her as it swept back in a long arching curve, similar to her own. Another shudder passed from tail to head, her eyes fluttering under the sensation. Suddenly, she rose up, towering over me as though floating, held aloft by her thick, sturdy tail that'd subsumed her legs. Abs stiff, she effortlessly hovered in the air, her pendulous breasts swinging as she maneuvered to my right side. I managed to get a better glance at her new form as she slid over my body. Her legs had been fully submerged into her obsidian scaled tail which flared out into fecund hips that gradually transitioned from scales into her usual skin tone.