Reroll

Oohkay, I can do this.  I have my keys… oh, wait… I stop and grab the stash   Okay, NOW I have all the keys. I just need to turn the knob and go all the way across campus as a half-naked snake woman, leaking a trail of milk.

Ugh.  It'd be hot if it was someone else… oh. Disassociation. They're not seeing me, they're seeing my character. How would she respond? Obviously she dresses like this normally, and has to deal with it full time. Ergo, not embarrassed.  I just have to pretend to be her….

I take a breath, twist the doorknob, and slither confidently out the door.  The hallways are empty, and that's fine.  I head to the stairs… think better of it, and go to the elevator. Hit the button, and wait, milk slowly pooling beneath… well, not my feet, I don't HAVE those anymore… beneath my tail?  I'm an anthropomorphic snake woman. English is just not set up to deal with this with normal words. Maybe someone in the biology department… but that kind of lookup is for later.  For now… the elevator is here!

The door opens, and I slither in, two VERY wide eyes watching me as I and two hundred pounds of armored cat follow me into the elevator.  I calmly press the button for the lobby, and the doors close.

I listen to the elevator music as the milk puddles beneath my form, carefully not looking at the short guy standing beside me, who is very blatantly staring, “Are those real?”

I was planning on dealing with that question, “It's a costume. Sprang some leaks, I'm heading to get it fixed, and it was simpler to wear it than carry it.”

“Can I touch it?” He's licking his lips.

To be fair, I might too… if I wasn't having a panic attack, “Sure… just a costume.”

He slips his hand up under my armor, and… ooh, that feels nice when he slides his hand… and when he squeezes the tap… such a relief as a stream of milk comes out like a garden hose and puddles on the floor.  My hips start bucking slightly, and he reaches for my lower opening,  sliding a finger in… and I'm in heaven. My tail gives out beneath me… and the door opens.

“Wow that costume is awesome… thanks ma'am,” he beats a hasty retreat, throwing quite a tent.

I just lay there on the floor, shuddering and happy, as the door closes.  I'm not quite sure how long it takes me to recover, but I do pull myself off the floor, hit the “open door” button, and get a move on… a really big smile on my face. That felt much better than it had any right to… could be addictive.

As an aside, I am SO glad I won't be the one cleaning that elevator. I left a lot of milk in there

I'm still floating quite high on the encounter as I slither across campus… the cat calls from men, dirty looks from women… they don't bother me right now, I'm happily away on cloud nine… although I do catch myself wondering what something thicker than a finger might feel like… and squash that thought quickly, subbing a nice lesbian fantasy.

Oddly, I'm the first to arrive at the door. Which is fine, it gives me a chance to double-check that nobody's inside, unlock it, and go in.  The room is much as I remember: The rack in the corner with the XLR patch panels for all the mic jacks in the building, the actual recorder itself, an amp (currently off) for when someone needs the PA system in the main music hall, and a few other odds and ends; the sound board with the absurd number of sliders, knobs, and switches dominating the room, a small computer workstation with the editing software; and a single chair.

…well, I can't really sit down normally anymore anyway, so….

I coil the giant snake tail that functions as my legs beneath me, and wait.

And wait.

I pull out my phone and play games for a while.  I suppose I could be studying instead, but… no way am I going to be able to focus on anything useful right now.

After a good hour, I get a knock on the door.  I open it up and recognize Jim and Sally, his Riding Dog.

I mean, I have no idea HOW I recognize them both, but I do. Sally is a dog I have never seen before: She stands four feet tall to the shoulder, is built of whipcord and lean, and is wearing a breastplate suited for her, which covers a fair amount of her golden-red fur.  But that's less impressive than Jim.

My eyes glue themselves to his chest, where I can see FOUR decent-sized round lumps under his robe, each of which is very clearly topped by a milk faucet the size of my thumb, at full attention. Mind you, he's SO short (maybe a touch over four feet?) that I'm towering over him despite my relaxed position. He too has a tiny little waist I could easily wrap my hands around (he has a rope holding his robe in place), just above some rather generous hips and a well cushioned backside… although I wouldn't try grabbing his waist, even if I was feeling rude, because he's got quite the muscle definition. After the chest, though, the most striking thing is his tail: A giant fan of feathers in rainbow hues, sticking up in the air… and of course, exposing his rather plush tushie, which is framed by his dark green hair, ending somewhere on his back… hard to say exactly where due to the tail.

Oh, and his face is very flushed.

“Sorry I'm late…” he's breathing pretty hard, “I got… distracted.”

I idly take a sniff as part of taking a breath to speak… ah. Yeah, I'd say it smells like he didn't wash his hands after a marathon session of ‘stress relief’… except it certainly does not look like he produces those fluids anymore, and definitely not in the kind of quantity that would let me smell it that easily over all the milk on the floor. How….

Oh. OH. Right… certainly could have happened to me, so… not gonna say anything bad, “So you're way more sensitive than you should be too, then?”

He pauses a good long while, “...that’s one way of saying it, yes. I won't even ask why my feet are soaked.  Edward hasn't made it yet?”

There's an absurdly convenient knock at the door.

“Is that you Edward?” Jim shouts through the door.

“YES!” I'm not entirely sure he's answering the question, but for whatever reason I do recognize that voice as Ed's.  He sounds supremely distracted.

I open the door… and can mostly see why. He came out with very dark brown skin, which of course is quite the contrast with his mithral chain shirt, which does a good job of covering the three huge orbs on his chest… but Ed's in more of a “baby got back” situation… seriously, his hips are wider than the door, and he has to squeeze through sideways, which shows off how wonderfully wobbly his rear is… as does the fact that he's constantly shifting his hips like he's enjoying a woman slowly. His hair is a solid green, hanging down to his shoulders… and he has a riding dog following, basically identical to Sally except that Spike there is a male.

“You okay?” He smells like… I don't wanna say.

He shudders and falls to the ground, and climbs back up, his hips still rocking. He pants out, “Oh yes… I mean no… I mean I just can't stop… help?”

That's weird, in order for that to work, he has to….

Jim interrupts my train of thought by lifting Ed's chain shirt up enough to see… Ed has both sets of equipment, his male member set back further and thus coming out below a female slit, and each time he rocks his hips he's sliding the one into and out of the other while never quite sepating them entirely.  With what's dripping out, it's obvious he's been at it for QUITE some time.

We watch as the two balls underneath clench up again and Ed shudders, falling to the floor, panting.

Jim unceremoniously reaches over and pulls Ed out of himself, then does something I was NOT expecting: He licks his fingers as he gets up.  Ed's a bit too out of it to notice, but I've been nice and calm for a while… I have bigger things to think about, though.

I look down briefly: Much bigger.

“Thanks… I think…” Ed pants out, “Help me up?”

I reach down, and can't help but notice my arms are downright flabby in comparison to Ed's and Jim's as I help Ed up off the floor… Ed's definitely toned, while Jim is practically sculpted… which is nuts, as they're both doing low strength builds; all of us are, really, it's part of why the pets (the other half being ‘disposable meatshields').

Which, come to think of it… “We have our ‘pets’ from our builds. Have either of you checked for the other aspects?”