The Serpent [MF, minor trans, mc]

I’ve had this idea rattling around in my head for a while, so please forgive me as this is effectively un-revised. Any feedback would be very much appreciated.

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I had found the old leather-bound book in a run-down secondhand bookstore. Honestly, my memories of it are blurry, probably deliberately so. He’s always there, and I get the distinct feeling that while he can’t control me completely, making sure I don’t think too hard about how this happened is well within his means.

It doesn’t matter. The long story short is that I’m not alone in my mind. It feels both alien and familiar at the same time.

So far he’s done nothing but.. whisper at me. Promises. Not even using words, it’s not like it’s a conversation in my head with somebody else. Impressions, implications… slightly otherworldly urges. I mean, I’m a guy, so I’m horny all the time, but I’m not used to feeling this… hunger. I mean, I’ve never done more than kiss a girl at this point, but my mind is filled with things right out of porno films…

I mean, I think I creeped out poor Haley in math class yesterday. But I couldn’t stop staring. It was a game day, and she was in that cheerleader outfit. She was never mean to anybody, but lord knows I wouldn’t have a chance with her… but the more I looked at her, the more lewd and graphic my mind went. He was egging me on… I felt some unholy hunger in his urging, and it’s a little scary. The only thing that snapped me out of it was her slightly scared look she gave me… and the more disgusted look her bitchy friend Kay gave me.

God dammit, like my shit social life needs *that*

I was leaning up against the window in my regular before-school hangout area. My friends hadn’t shown up yet, which apparently got Darren’s attention. Darren was Kay’s boyfriend, and pretty much the classic meathead. And he was coming right for me… shit.

“Hey, dipshit. I heard you were giving my girl the eye yesterday. Do yourself a favor, and try not to be a little creepy turd, or I’ll have to show you what happens.” He grinned like an ape at me, clearly looking for an excuse to do something.

Something welled up inside of me… something cold and reptillian… alien.. I opened my mouth to say something to brush him off, but something else came out of my mouth… “And what happensssssss?” I hissed out, sibilant… feeling that dark and alien part of me flowing out of my mind and into my body.

“You asked for it, you little fucker!” He raised his fist to strike, but his expression transformed from a mask of moronic anger to outright terror… I could feel my eyes burning into his as my hand lashed out, grabbing him by the throat… and to my shock, and a mixture of pride and horror, lifted him up by his neck…. my arm straight out. I wasn’t angry, this wasn’t adrenaline… reptiles don’t have adrenaline… this was cold fury. “Perhapssss….. you’d like to apologissssee ?” I hissed out, before my own terror at what was happening to me kicked in, and I dropped him, panting and sweating all of a sudden, like I had ridden my bike for hours…

“What the fuck, man… what….” He blubbered a little bit, before backing away and leaving. The hallway was empty. Nobody had seen a thing… and I realized with terror that I didn’t even know what had happened. He *saw* something. Something that terrified him… and the part that scared me the most was how *powerful* I felt… I was able to lift up a 220 pound wrestler with one arm. I weight sixty pounds less than Darren, and I’m pretty sure he couldn’t do that to me.

I staggered into the bathroom down the hall, locked the door, and splashed water on my face, still panting from whatever the *fuck* just happened. I glanced up at myself, wondering if I was going crazy… when it happened again. Those eyes. My eyes… yellow and unblinking… a snake’s eyes, vertical pupil and everything…. “What the…. hell!”

My own mirror image smirks at me… “Almost precissssely…” It… it hissed out at me… my own mirror no longer matching my movements… and the image growing more reptilian… my flushed skin growing pale and subtle scales started being evident. I put my hand to my face, but it felt normal…

“What… what are you? Am I going insane?” I stammer out, realizing how horror-film this felt.. I was having a conversation with my own mirror image.

“You’ll underssstand the longer we are together….. we are already merging as we speak.. we are becoming more than either of us could be alone… you’ll sssseeee…. now get to classsss. I’ll be with you…” I felt dizzy for a moment, closing my eyes, and when I opened them, my reflection was me again.

Maybe I was just going insane. It was a simpler explanation than being cohabited by some… eldritch snake-demon…

The day went by more or less without any more disturbing events… I was able to focus fairly well in class, thankfully. Got a couple odd looks from a few of Darren and Kay’s crowd. I can’t imagine Darren would be quite stupid enough to talk about what really happened, but I got the distinct impression that he was supposed to have fucked me up at Kay’s request. She was like that, like a more evil version of Regina George from mean girls… but of course, absurdly hot in the classic redheaded cheerleader way. Too bad she was an insufferable bitch to anybody not in her social circle (and honestly to most of them too. Darren might be a dickhead, but it was pretty clear she wore the pants, metaphorically speaking).

I was down in a study room, thankfully on my own, trying not to think about what happened when she came in. Kay, looking furious, stalking up to me in her uniform. “I don’t know what you said to Darren to make him back off, but everybody saw you leering at me in class the other day. As *if*. If he won’t do anything about it, I’m sure one of his teammates wouldn’t mind doing him a favor, nerd.” She sneered at me, haughtily.

Normally I’d just say something to defuse it, and get her to go away… but something *was* different. “I wasn’t even looking at you, Kay. I was looking at Haley. She’s actually pretty *and* nice to people. Sorry to burst your ego.” I manage to smirk a little.

“Oh, whatever. Everybody knows she only gets what I don’t want, and everybody wants me before her. ” she sneered out, looking haughty, her arms crossed in front of her.

I stand up, feeling that alien sensation pouring through me…. part of me starting to like how powerful it made me feel. “Ssssooo, does that mean you want me? Did Darren tell you what I did to him?” A little part of me realized that I hadn’t blinked in over a minute, staring at her…

“Oh, pl..plea…please…” She stammered out, her eyes fixed on me, visibly trembling… looking for all the world like a rabbit transfixed by a predator… “What… Jack…. you’re scaring.. you’re scaring me!” She managed to blurt out, her arms falling to her sides as she stumbled back a few steps.

“You’re not sssscared, girl… your gender has always been oursssss… sssince the day Eve ate the apple at our urgingssss…” I felt the words spilling out of my mouth, almost like I was on autopilot. I took a couple slow steps towards her, my stride oddly uneven… but sinuous. The rhythm of my gait seemed to transfix her more, and her mouth fell open slightly…

“What… what are you?” she managed to work out of her slack mouth, her eyes wide and fixed on mine as I reached out with one hand to brush her face, feeling her warm skin on my scaly hand (scaly hand! I should be freaking out, but I’m not…).

“I’m the one giving the orders… and you’re going to obey, aren’t you?” I rasped out, her head nodding to me, her eyes still on mine. “Good… I think I’ll take a souvenir of our little talk, little Kay. You will not speak of this conversation to anybody else, will you?” She nodded again, almost panting, her firm little tits heaving under her cheer top… I ran my hand down her arm to her leg, feeling how warm the skin of her leg was, before pushing upwards in a jerky motion… my finger closing around her panties, pulling them off her unresisting legs. She shifted her weight, letting me slide them down her legs. I put them in my pocket, before turning away, feeling that reptilian sensation start to fade a little.

The moment I break eye contact, she gulps down air, like she had been half-holding her breath for minutes. “What.. what the hell was that!” she says, her tone considerably more cowed than it was when she came in.

I sat back down, and said in my own voice. “Does it matter? You’re going to obey, aren’t you?”

She looked for a moment like she wants to claw my eyes out, before she bowed her head, not wanting to look at me. “Yes. I will. God, whatever that was it… ” She pressed her legs together instead of finishing, not wanting to admit anything.

“Then get out. Go do whatever it is you do… but come see me this time tomorrow.” I say dismissively, turning back to my work. I can feel her looking at me for a moment, before turning away to walk out, her stride not quite so confident as it was before.

If she hadn’t been such an unholy bitch for years, I might even have felt sorry for her.

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