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The winner of September's monthly poll!

Right, so, I found a way to include ALL the kinks that won. I wasn't sure I would, but the thread, at the end of my search, shined golden.

So, this happens in a world much like ours, during the 19th century Americana. A world where Colonalization happened. A world where the US, or something like it, was still established. A world where it still expanding.

Oh, and a world where Lamias exist.

October's poll is going to be a spooky one, and you can vote on it in my subscribestar: https://subscribestar.adult/lookingforthis", "writing": "Scale and Rattle 1\n\n\nThe March to the West sent shivers down native hearts as much as it captured the Federal mind.\n\n\nNot a single place on heavenly earth had avoided being populated by some type of folk, but not all types of folk existed in kind. Those who sail from the Old World out east past the great sea find in these lands the opportunity and the freedom that they were increasingly denied from whence they came. The natives of the lands, in turn, were gifted with knowledge of civilization, of enlightenment, of theology even, and were thus informed of their own ignorance. And were thus allowed an opportunity to better themselves.\n\n\nQuite obviously, not everyone thought it was a fair trade, but that was simply a conclusion arising from different values. But where values warred, it was their outcomes that proved which one was better. \n\n\nAnd the March to the West, across the lands, linking the fledgling Federated Union sea to sea, was quite the argument.\n\n\nSuch a great undertaking was the essence of legends, the fill of stories, the agony of nostalgia and the anticipation of the future.\n\n\nIt was a thousand thousand tales combined into one, all going in the same direction, seeking the same conclusion: making the land one.\n\n\nBut just because it was a beautiful dream, didn’t mean everyone woke up to it.\n\n\nAutumn Donner was a girl of 18. She was of red hair and yellow eyes, a rather rare combination that she’d always been proud of. Her father had been from one of those evergreen isles, and it showed through her. Not only in the shade of her hair, but also on the dimples of her cheeks. Not just on the color of her eyes, but on the slimness of her chin.\n\n\nShe was of average height, being 5 feet and 5 inches tall. It was a good height, a proper height, and it allowed her to share clothes with her mom. Admittedly, something of a shame when she was younger, but a godsend now.\n\n\nHer breasts were big for a girl who hadn’t grown up on a farm, like her mother had, but their blood ran true in this one regard. They were large enough that, if her posture wasn’t correct, her back hurt. Her waist was thin, the path east to west made it difficult for anyone to be fat, but her hips flared heavily and gave her an hourglass shape.\n\n\nMonths of traveling, months of putting feet to earth, to hill and to mountain, had shaped her body into something attractive, but her legs most of all; her thighs and calves were defined, but her ass was big now and all of it from muscle.\n\n\nHer lips were big, just like her mom’s, as were her eyes. But hidden underneath the brim of her cattleman hat, she tried hard to be tough.\n\n\nShe tried hard to be strong.\n\n\nThe March to the West had prospectors and farmers all clamoring to get rich or claim some parcel, but like all enterprises, this one, too, had to make sacrifices.\n\n\nAutumn would know. Her father had been one.\n\n\nHe was dead and, in this town in the middle of nowhere, almost nobody cared.\n\n\n“The cattle’s doing fine, Miss Lamirez,” she said today as she respectfully tipped her hat to the one exception to the apathy of the West and the woman they owed their lives to, “But I do admit they could be doing better. Eating’s better near the mountains, but I understand that’s too far for comfort.”\n\n\n“Oh, darling,” a rattle sounded cheerfully, and a truly magnificent woman smiled back at her, “If I couldn’t trust you to take them that far, I couldn’t trust you to take care of them at all.”\n\n\n“You’ve got one of those now, love,” she gestured towards the six-shooter in Autumn’s waist, “So trust your instincts.”\n\n\n“That’s essssential.” a forked tongue punctuated the sentence, briefly tasting the air before going back into her lips.\n\n\nAutumn nodded heavily, committing the advice to memory, and castigated herself for not thinking it sooner. Of course, she should have bit the bullet and taken the cattle out there. She could see that now, “I’ll do so next time, Miss Lamirez.”\n\n\n“As I said,” the woman who had all but saved Autumn and her mother languidly smiled, revealing two large fangs, “I trust you.”\n\n\nRattle Lamirez was a snake woman of the New World. Autumn did not know if “Rattle” was a nickname that just stuck, or if it was her actual first name, but after 4 months it was academical; Autumn had only ever called her by her last name. Which, admittedly, was strange.\n\n\nThe rattle on her tail marked her as a Lamia of the New World, but her last name indicated that she was, nonetheless, of Old World stock. Was she Mexican by any chance? Well, Autumn supposed it didn’t matter.\n\n\nHer human half was of fairly standard proportion, not being any bigger than Autumn and her mother’s torso. But her tail made up for that; it was easily four times as large as her human half was. \n\n\nHer skin was dusky and her cheek bones were high, like those of Indians. Her scales, however, were white with black stripes mottled with large vibrant orange spots; those of an Old World leopard snake and, as such, not “local” at all.\n\n\nHer canine teeth, when she smiled, revealed themselves to be poison-depositing fangs about as large as Autumn’s smallest finger. They were frightful at first, but, after seeing how harmless Lamirez herself was, all they were by this point were charming.\n\n\nShe wore a plain skirt and shirt that nonetheless conservatively protected her skin from the sun. But this skirt and shirt hid absolutely monstrous tits and hips.\n\n\nBreasts that were larger than their heads hung from Lamirez's chest. Hips that were so wide that two of Autumn could have sat on her lap and barely covered it spread in her midriff. An ass that was so big that each ass cheek was as big as both of Autumn’s combined hung from her back.\n\n\nIt was hypersexualisation of the most absurd and Autumn would be lying if she said that…it hadn’t started to get to her.\n\n\nBecause there was no need to objectify her in this unseeming manner. Not when her slit pupils, straight nose, rounded chin, and slim limbs were perfectly fine to appreciate.\n\n\nPoint in fact, Autumn couldn’t help but take a second to appreciate the sight…before her eyes started veering to the other places.\n\n\n“Autumn?” Lamirez quirked an eyebrow.\n\n\n“I will try it out next time I leave,” Autumn snapped out of her moment of weakness. That would not do. Herders were supposed to be tough. If she wasn’t tough, then she was a poor herder. If she was a poor herder, then she had no use and could be thrown out with the refuse.\n\n\nHere, in these plains, in this town, that might as well be a death sentence.\n\n\nAnd, unlike her father, she had absolutely no plans to die.\n\n\n“Autumn?” a voice came from the kitchen, followed the revolving door Lamirez had installed in her kitchen opening, “You barely missed lunch.”\n\n\nSummer Donner was a woman of 35. She married Autumn’s father when young and Autumn was the reason why. Unlike Autumn, her hair was a glorious gold that she kept on a free wave down her shoulders. Shoulders that were slim and led down to a pair of breasts just as big and ponderous as Autumn’s own. Not that they were either of them a match for Lamirez’s but then, whose was?\n\n\nShe had a matronly waist that held a bit of chub. In her, however, this was not the slightest bit ugly, as her pregnancy had enlarged what previously had been wide hips. Again, these were no match for Lamirez’s, but Summer’s hips were as big as a horse, with an ass to match.\n\n\nShe might just outweight Autumn because of that alone.\n\n\nShe was the same height as Autumn, and their eyes were the same. Her nose was aquiline, however, but her maturity made it a beauty, and beauty reigned.\n\n\nHer lips, however, were every bit as huge as Autumn’s were.\n\n\nToday, she was holding a plate of what Autumn assumed was cold soup.\n\n\n“Thanks, Ma,” she said and accepted her lunch.\n\n\nShe was right, it WAS cold.\n\n\n“I have some beer cooling on the larder if either of you needs some,” she said with a quick nod, gracing Autumn with a flash smile, “But if you need me, I’ll be scrubbing that kitchen.”\n\n\nMiss Lamirez’s ranch was about half an hour’s ride from town, a generously called “Midpoint” that was days away from anything else. The wells that it had gave it life, but there was absolutely no reason to stay here. That was, if you weren’t interested in raising herds, as the grass that grew here might be sparse, but it was hardy, needed very little water to grow and grew constantly.\n\n\nAutumn’s family didn’t have any cattle or goats, of course, but this was as far as they could make it.\n\n\nHer father, ma’s husband, met his end here to a heat stroke. And, with him, perished their dreams of Marching out West.\n\n\nWith no money, and little relevant experience for anything that anyone would want in this godforsaken town, they would have soon followed…if not for the rattlesnake Lamia that offered them both food, board and, most important of all and thrice blessed was she for doing it, work.\n\n\nHer mother, Summer, cooked and took care of the house. She, Autumn, went out and about on a pony that Miss Lamirez had been gracious enough to lend her. She was to corral and lead her animals to fresh pastures.\n\n\nThe house was just big enough that a single person could take care of it, and the cattle were just numerous enough that they benefited from the help of a ranch hand. The necessity of their help was there, but it didn’t have to be Autumn and her mother who fulfilled it.\n\n\nThat they did was a fact that she could only thank the Almighty for.\n\n\nWhich is why she took the feelings of gratitude and admiration that she felt for Miss Lamirez's kindness and choked them lest they become something more.\n\n\nA proper lady like her did not need someone like Autumn thrusting her improper feelings on her.\n\n\n“You work too hard, Summer.” Lamirez’s tongue quickly darted out of her mouth, tasting the air in Autumn’s mother direction. The force of habit, Autumn was sure, “Why don’t you take a break?”\n\n\nFor some reason, Summer went ramrod straight and slowly turned around.\n\n\nThere was a nervousness there that was at odds with the brave look she’d posed even when they were destitute, one that made Autumn wonder if something had happened while she was out on the plains.\n\n\n“S-sure, Miss Lamirez,” she said as she looked at Au-no, as she looked in Autumn’s direction. Their eyes did not connect, “If you are s-sure.”\n\n\n“Family time is a wonderful time to have.” The Lamia proved to be, once again, one of the most compassionate persons Autumn had ever met. “But you already know that.”\n\n\n“Here,” she said, getting up from the comfortable pile of coils that she’d made in the living room of her own house. The locomotion of a snake was hypnotic if you weren’t familiar to it; there was a certain grace to it that demanded to be watched, “I’ll leave you two alone.”\n\n\n“There is no need for that,” Autumn said. What private things could they even talk about that they would be ashamed for their benefactor to know? The woman had earned every single drop of trust that they had.\n\n\n“Can’t hear you~” the Lamia sing-sang, “I am already out of the room!”\n\n\nAnd then she was.\n\n\n“That snake,” Autumn ruefully said, shaking her head.\n\n\n“Still and all, I can’t say that we’ve stopped from becoming strangers, Ma,” the redhead smiled.\n\n\n“Cowherding’s keeps you out on the road, honey,” her mother replied, easy as pie. Easy as she’d always done.\n\n\nBut the nervousness. It was still there.\n\n\nNo.\n\n\nIt was growing.\n\n\n“Maybe, Miss Lamirez did it for a reason,” Autumn frowned, “Is something the matter, Ma?’\n\n\nHer mother almost jolted at the question and started sweating.\n\n\n“No, but-” her mother said as a strange flush spread through her face. Autumn had no idea what these symptoms were about, but she was greatly becoming worried when, out of the sudden, her mother stepped forward.\n\n\n“Ma-” Autumn started to say when the woman who had given birth to her, the woman who had raised her since young and had been her greatest role model about what a good, godly woman should be…kissed her.\n\n\nHer thick lips pressed against Autumn’s own.\n\n\nShe was so shocked by the unwarranted taboo affection that she did nothing as her mother bit her lower lip with her own, sending sinful sensations up her brain and making her mouth wet.\n\n\nOut of instinct, the red-headed herder took steps back, to get away if nothing else, but her mother followed in with her. Her arms circled around Autumn’s waist, and their breasts pressed against each other as the older woman squeezed them more and more.\n\n\nBy the time Autumn’s back hit a wall, her knees were going weak, and her mother showed no sign of stopping her assault on her mouth.\n\n\nNo, if anything, she increased it:\n\n\nHer tongue went inside Autumn and hooked around her own.\n\n\nThis was horrible, Autumn knew. A woman doing this with a woman-no, a mother doing this with her daughter was taboo of the greatest kind. Of the most disgusting transgressions!\n\n\nBut she could not escape her mother’s embrace without hurting her, and THAT was something that didn’t even cross her mind.\n\n\nNo, not even when she felt a hand going inside her jeans and felt cold fingers parting her red jungle aside. Not even when she felt a thumb and index clamp around her clit and-\n\n\n“Moooom!” Autumn moaned as her clitoris was pinched. Her weak knees failed her then, and she found herself sliding down the wall of their patron as a release that she had never known awashed over her.\n\n\nShe trembled as she looked up, at the flushed face of her mother who looked down at her with a slight amount of horror but, most of all, guilt.\n\n\n“I-I am sorry!” the blonde milf said, explaining nothing, as she bolted from the living room. Her hand was still wet with Autumn’s pussy juices, and saliva briefly connected their mouths. Autumn stared in shock as she tried, and failed, to process what had just happened.\n\n\nHow, when…why had her mother crossed the line like that?\n\n\nNo answer came. Nothing had ever even approached tension between them of the carnal kind. Nothing had ever hinted that this might have ever happened at any time.\n\n\nSo why had it?\n\n\nWhy?\n\n\nNo answers were forthcoming and Autumn…Autumn had nowhere else to go. This new life of hers was the only life she had.\n\n\nSo she did the only thing she could.\n\n\nShe got up and followed after her mother.\n\n\nWhatever this was, whatever had led to this, was something she HAD to resolve.\n\n\nIt surprised her, then, when following after her mother led not to her mother’s room, but to Miss Lamirez’s.\n\n\n“I did it, Mistress,” Autumn could hear her mother say as Autumn approached the door, “I did what you asked me to and more!”\n\n\n“I didn’t tell you to lay her with your fingers,” the Lamia replied, sounding so disgruntled that Autumn, for a second, understood completely what had happened:\n\n\nHer mother, desperate to not ruin this life they had, had misinterpreted Miss Lamirez’s no doubt good intentions and did a reprehensible thing out of desperation. Autumn’s father’s death had driven them really desperate, but she had no idea her mother had reached this point. Because if she had…then it made total sense that Miss Lamirez wanted Autumn to give her some much-needed companionship.\n\n\nIt was logical. It made complete sense. This was all a tragic misunderstanding. And it kept making complete logical sense until Miss Lamirez opened her mouth again.\n\n\n“I told you to seduce her. You were a married woman once, don’t you remember the difference?”\n\n\nAnd with that, Autumn’s mind stopped working.\n\n\n“I-I thought you told me that because you wanted me to have relations with her?” her mother replied, sounding guilty still but not as much as she sounded disappointed. Worst of all, she sounded disappointed in herself!\n\n\n“So you thought you’d skip a few steps?” Miss Lamirez demanded, “This is what I get for sharing my bed with you?”\n\n\nAutumn gasped at that.\n\n\n“I am so, so sorry!” her mother cried.\n\n\n“As you should be,” the lamia said, “Because now I am going to have to fix your mess.”\n\n\n“Autumn,” she called out, and Autumn jumped in place, “Come in, dear, let us talk.”\n\n\nAutumn was locked there where she was, outside of Miss Lamirez’s room, for a few moments as silence descended on the house.\n\n\nAll she could feel was the hard beating of her heart.\n\n\nAnd the sentiment that someone had pulled the rug from under her feet.\n\n\nEventually, though, she opened the door.\n\n\nThe first thing she saw was that her mother was on her knees, hugging the Lamia’s tail as if she had previously been imploring. But now? She was staring at Autumn as she came, uncertainty written large on her face.\n\n\n“You hand her crotch, and you really expected her not to come after you?” Miss Lamirez quirked an eyebrow.\n\n\n“I-I thought that all I needed to do was have some sort of carnal relation with her, Miss,” Summer gulped, “I knew there’d be consequences after, but so long as I had you-”\n\n\n“As you can see,” the Lamia covered Summer’s mouth and shot Autumn the same winsome smile that had won her over, “there has been some misunderstandings.”\n\n\n“You wanted my Ma to seduce me?” Autumn blurted out.\n\n\nThe “why” was unsaid, but obviously present to all.\n\n\nBut if she expected the Lamia to bluster, or to even deny anything, justify it in some way that would allow this precious life that now seemed so fragile to keep existing, she was disappointed.\n\n\n“No,” Miss Lamirez shrugged, “I wanted you and your Ma to be lovers.”\n\n\n“...Why?” Autumn finally asked.\n\n\nIt defied expectation. It defied logic.\n\n\nIt defied everything.\n\n\n“Because-” the Lamia all the same responded. She untangled Summer out of her tail and confidently slithered over to Autumn. Even now, underneath these circumstances, she was a magnificent woman.\n\n\nSomeone worth admiring, “-your mother wants me.”\n\n\nShe slithered until she was in front of Autumn and then rose above the floor until she was towering over her. That beautiful white tail with black and orange markings was a feast for the eyes, even now. As were her hips and her breasts. As was the tongue that flickered out and tasted the air around Autumn.\n\n\nAs were the slit pupils in her eyes, moving up and down as she nodded.\n\n\n“As do you,” she declared, pointing a dainty finger at her. A dainty finger that closed in with Autumn’s breasts.\n\n\nAnd then pressed against them.\n\n\nThe impropriety of it all would have been enough for another woman to explode at the assuming beast-woman. For taking too many freedoms, if nothing else.\n\n\nBut Autumn didn’t.\n\n\nShe couldn’t.\n\n\nBecause…Miss Lamia was right.\n\n\nShe did.\n\n\nGood god, she really, really did.\n\n\n“So…so what?” Autumn spat even as the Lamia started moving her index finger from one of her breasts to the other, “How does that explain having my mother finger me?”\n\n\n“Oh, it doesn’t,” Miss Lamirez agreed with a cheeky grin, “Not yet, anyway.”\n\n\n“How does it justify me and Ma being lovers!” Autumn amended herself.\n\n\n“Ah,” the Lamia’s finger rose booped Autumn on her nose, “Well, you see, I am willing.”\n\n\n“What?” Autumn gasped.\n\n\nR-really?\n\n\n“Oh, yes,” she salisioucly confirmed, “From the second I could taste the arousal coming out of you human girls, hmmm, no; from the second I saw you fertile, sexually pleasing hens, I knew I’d love to get involved with you.”\n\n\n“B-but why me and Ma?” Autumn whined, confusion still shining through the thrill in her heart.\n\n\n“Well, it’s because I love incest, and if I am going to be with the both of you, I want to see you fuck,” the Lamia chuckled.\n\n\nAutumn gaped at her.\n\n\n“Oh, it’s a fantasy that I thought would always be out of my reach,” the Lamia’s rattle, of all things, started shaking, giving of a sound that would have made the blood of any experienced traveler run cold, “That I’d have to settle with nothing but the fantasies in my head and my hands on my groin.”\n\n\n“But now, you appeared, mother and daughter,” she said as her hands cradled Autumn’s chin and made her look up at a very aroused smile, “Both beautiful in your own ways. Both delectable and discarded on the way.”\n\n\n“Both ready to be picked up by me,” she said as she leaned down.\n\n\nAnd kissed Autumn’s lips.\n\n\nThe lips of the Lamia were not the pillows that Autumn and her mother had. They were slim and straight, but they were still warm and soft for all that.\n\n\nThey drew, DEMANDED, the air from Autumn’s mouth and throat as she took not only her breath, but also her choice in things.\n\n\nAs soon as the kiss finished, Autumn knew that she was trapped and that she could never bring herself to abandon this.\n\n\n“So,” Miss Lamirez said, “Do you want me too?”\n\n\n“Y-yes,” Autumn quietly admitted.\n\n\nSo the Lamia let her go.\n\n\n“Well then, make with the familial loving,” she demanded, pointing at her bed.\n\n\nAutumn blinked at her, then at the mattress, then at her mom.\n\n\nFor once, her mother had an understanding expression on her face.\n\n\nBut she did not look unopposed.\n\n\nAs for Autumn…”Do I really have to-”\n\n\n“You do not,” the Lamia interrupted her. Her hands went down to her skirt and brought it up, revealing her genital slit. The sight was enough to have Autumn blushing, but it was nothing compared to what happened next.\n\n\n“However.” Because the Lamia inserted a hand into it, and then pulled out two futa cocks, “if you don’t, you’ll never have this.”\n\n\nOn closer inspection, Autumn was wrong. Instead of being two futa dicks, it was a double cock. That is to say, it was a futa snake hemipenis. It was the same organ at their base, but they split off in two directions. Either way, both organs were a foot and a half long, slendering down until they ended on barbed heads.\n\n\nThe dicks were as wide as Autumn’s fist, clenched, and the smell, the aroma, that it was giving off made her mouth water, and made her body tremble.\n\n\nAutumn had secretly desired the Lamia before she discovered that she was one of those rare futa women.\n\n\nBut now that she did, “Umm are you-are you coming, mother?”\n\n\nNow that she did, she went straight for the bed.\n\n\n“Wonderful!” Miss Lamirez clapped her hands happily, “I knew love could still win the day!”\n\n\n“Of course, honey,” Summer said, giving Autumn a nervous smile as she also descended on the bed.\n\n\n“Summer dear might have ruined the romance of the chase,” the Lamia said as both mother and daughter divested themselves of their clothing. All so that their reptile lover could enjoy it, “But the romance of the bedroom is still a beautiful thing!”\n\n\n“I don’t- I don’t know how well this will go,” Autumn, now feeling the most nervousness that she’d ever had, said. It was lucky for her, however, that it came with a feeling of anticipation too, “But, if you insist.”\n\n\nA look at her mother confirmed that this combination, all along, was what she’d been feeling, and it was no wonder that her attempt at seduction deteriorated into sex so quickly. With Miss Lamirez’s eyes on her, Autumn felt compelled to act.\n\n\n“You don’t need to worry about a thing, honey, I-I can do everything if you’ll just allow me to-” so Autumn acted, interrupting her mother mid-speech.\n\n\nAgain, her lips were soft pillows that just spread around her face in about the same way that Autumn felt her own spread around her mother’s.\n\n\nHands moved across their bodies, and Autumn filled her hands with her mother’s enormous tits.\n\n\n“Oooh, like mother, like daughter,” the Lamia cooed as Summer was all but mirroring her, squeezing Autumn’s girls so tight that her flesh slipped through the gaps of her fingers!\n\n\nAutumn thought about returning the favor to the woman who gave birth to her. Yes, she thought about masturbating her clit.\n\n\nBut, now that the hungry eyes of their mistress were looking at them, that just seemed like an off-putting of the inevitable. A waste of time.\n\n\nSo Autumn rose and, seeing her thoughts in her eyes, Summer nodded, a trail of saliva linking their face.\n\n\nThe mother spread her legs\n\n\nThe daughter mounted a thigh.\n\n\nQuickly, like a jigsaw puzzle, Autumn slid up until her knee went below her mother’s other thigh. She pushed that leg up with her own until it was out of the way. Her pussy slid along the soft flesh of her mother’s inner thigh until their crotches got together.\n\n\nUntil virginal labial lips kissed mature labial lips.\n\n\n“Hmmm,” both mother and daughter moaned as their juices mixed and created a most interesting scent. Not content to leave it at that, their Lamia mistress was watching, Autumn started rubbing back and forth-\n\n\n“Oooh, yes, pound your mommy!” Miss Lamirez hotly said as she slid close to the bed.\n\n\n-creating fiction that was blowing her mind!\n\n\n“I-I am so, so, sorry love,” her mother, even now, was apologizing to her for something she never had the intention of stopping, “I am s-such a bad mom!”\n\n\n“You are a horrible mom!” Autumn seemingly agreed, making her mother look away.\n\n\nSo she reached out and grabbed her face, making it face her, “But you are a wonderful woman!”\n\n\n“Oh my god!” Miss Lamirez grunted and gasped.\n\n\n“You really mean it?” Summer looked at her.\n\n\n“I don’t mind being shared with you,” Autumn said as their pussies rubbed, “I…don’t mind doing this, really, if it's you, Mom.”\n\n\n“Oh,” her mother said.\n\n\n“Oh,” Miss Lamirez said.\n\n\n‘Well-I,” Summer said, but stopped.\n\n\nThere was a shadow looming over them.\n\n\nA large, snakey shadow.\n\n\n“Say it,” Miss Lamirez hissed, her slit eyes heated, “Say it, Summer.”\n\n\n“I, umm,” Summer said while staring at the Lamia, ‘Don’t mind being in a carnal relationship with you too, daaaaaaughtER!”\n\n\nSummer’s scream was understandable.\n\n\nAutumn could feel it too.\n\n\nA futa snake cock penetrating her pussy.\n\n\n“Oooh, let me reward your familial love and honesty!” Miss Lamirez moaned as she slipped one arm around Summer and Autumn’s waist each, holding them tight as she aligned her cocks. She pressed them with such pressure against their pussies that they started spreading around the dicks.\n\n\nThe barbs dug into their reproductive flesh but to Autumn’s surprise, it only spiked the relish was feeling.\n\n\nThe “pain” was simple pinpricks that heightened the sexual experience.\n\n\n“I will do it!” the Lamia declared as she forced their nether holes to expand with her snake dick, “I’ll take you both as lovers!”\n\n\n“Fuck!” she moaned as their crotch, and then lower stomachs bloated with her futa dicks, “I’ll do it long term and live my life with you as my bonded mates!”\n\n\n“L-like,” Autumn gasped as a single word that she really wanted to hear was all but described, “Like your wives?”\n\n\nThe barbed dicks reached their cervix,es then, grinding so hard that it almost made their eyes go cross-eyed.\n\n\n“Mother and daughter,” the Lamia said with sex mania in her eyes, “You will ever be the only thing I need.”\n\n\n“A-and?” Summer moaned the question out, seeking the same thing as her daughter. Seeking a clear “Yes”.\n\n\nMiss Lamirez reared her ass back, dragging her barbs all over both human women’s insides, only to then thrust down with the half a ton of weight that she had.\n\n\nThe narrow penis made the cervix spread around it.\n\n\nThe force behind the head, however, made it burst as waves of barbs slipped past it.\n\n\nThe feeling was so high, so intense, that it brought both mother and daughter one step away from breaking down.\n\n\nIn the end, one word was all that was needed to overcome them.\n\n\n“YES!” was that word, punctuating the Lamia’s penises penetrating their uterus.\n\n\nPowerful internal testicles pushed wave after wave of scaly female sperm up the Lamia’s dicks, and quickly overwhelmed the milf and young adult’s ovaries as a deluge inflated their wombs.\n\n\n“Yeeees!” both mother and daughter madly cheered, hugging each other, as their future wife held them hard.\n\n\nMiss Lamirez scrounged her face and all but growled as she experienced her orgasm, the experience also turning out to be too much for her.\n\n\nBillions of Lamia futa sperm cells swam around in each of Autumn’s and Summer’s fallopian tubes.\n\n\nAnd Billions of Lamia futa sperm cells started swarming their ovaries.\n\n\nSo irritated, so stimulated, both of their ovaries spat out a couple of eggs each.\n\n\nAnd these were promptly fertilized.\n\n\n“Oh, god abooove,” Miss Lamirez’s face relaxed, and she allowed herself to collapse back.\n\n\nAs her arms did not let go of Autumn and her mother’s waist, that made her drag them about and made them land on the Lamia’s humongous tits.\n\n\n“W-when do we get married?” Autumn asked as she felt, FELT, her ovum be fertilized.\n\n\n“Soon as some silver or gold gets into town,” the Lamia sighed with satisfaction as mother and daughter rested their heads on top of each of her tits, “Will get some rings made for you.”\n\n\n“Hopefully that’ll be soon,” the blond milf sighed with happiness, “Otherwise, we’ll step up pregnant to the altar.”\n\n\nOh, she felt it too?\n\n\n“Small chances of that happening,” the Lamia said. Autumn made to respond, but she saw the smile in her slitted eyes; Miss Lamirez knew what they were experiencing!\n\n\n“Oh, don’t get me wrong, I do think you’ll swell after this,” Miss Lamirez said, “But, you see, Lamia and human pairings? A lot of the time, they don’t mix well.”\n\n\n“If our bloodline breeds well, you’ll give live birth to a hybrid,” she told them, “If it don’t, you’ll get cute inert eggs in your bellies that you’ll eventually have to lay.”\n\n\n“L-lay?” Autumn stared at her.\n\n\n“Oh yes,” the Lamia licked her lips, “Push out of your pussy like a hen!”\n\n\n“Actually,” she mused, “Like chicken eggs, we can eat those too.”\n\n\n“Or sell them at the town,” she gave them both a look.\n\n\n“How about it?” she asked with a smile that indicated that she already knew the answer, “Want to be MY incestual wifey hens?”\n\n\nAs if she had to ask.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Scale and Rattle 1


The March to the West sent shivers down native hearts as much as it captured the Federal mind.


Not a single place on heavenly earth had avoided being populated by some type of folk, but not all types of folk existed in kind. Those who sail from the Old World out east past the great sea find in these lands the opportunity and the freedom that they were increasingly denied from whence they came. The natives of the lands, in turn, were gifted with knowledge of civilization, of enlightenment, of theology even, and were thus informed of their own ignorance. And were thus allowed an opportunity to better themselves.


Quite obviously, not everyone thought it was a fair trade, but that was simply a conclusion arising from different values. But where values warred, it was their outcomes that proved which one was better.


And the March to the West, across the lands, linking the fledgling Federated Union sea to sea, was quite the argument.


Such a great undertaking was the essence of legends, the fill of stories, the agony of nostalgia and the anticipation of the future.


It was a thousand thousand tales combined into one, all going in the same direction, seeking the same conclusion: making the land one.


But just because it was a beautiful dream, didn’t mean everyone woke up to it.


Autumn Donner was a girl of 18. She was of red hair and yellow eyes, a rather rare combination that she’d always been proud of. Her father had been from one of those evergreen isles, and it showed through her. Not only in the shade of her hair, but also on the dimples of her cheeks. Not just on the color of her eyes, but on the slimness of her chin.


She was of average height, being 5 feet and 5 inches tall. It was a good height, a proper height, and it allowed her to share clothes with her mom. Admittedly, something of a shame when she was younger, but a godsend now.


Her breasts were big for a girl who hadn’t grown up on a farm, like her mother had, but their blood ran true in this one regard. They were large enough that, if her posture wasn’t correct, her back hurt. Her waist was thin, the path east to west made it difficult for anyone to be fat, but her hips flared heavily and gave her an hourglass shape.


Months of traveling, months of putting feet to earth, to hill and to mountain, had shaped her body into something attractive, but her legs most of all; her thighs and calves were defined, but her ass was big now and all of it from muscle.


Her lips were big, just like her mom’s, as were her eyes. But hidden underneath the brim of her cattleman hat, she tried hard to be tough.


She tried hard to be strong.


The March to the West had prospectors and farmers all clamoring to get rich or claim some parcel, but like all enterprises, this one, too, had to make sacrifices.


Autumn would know. Her father had been one.


He was dead and, in this town in the middle of nowhere, almost nobody cared.


“The cattle’s doing fine, Miss Lamirez,” she said today as she respectfully tipped her hat to the one exception to the apathy of the West and the woman they owed their lives to, “But I do admit they could be doing better. Eating’s better near the mountains, but I understand that’s too far for comfort.”


“Oh, darling,” a rattle sounded cheerfully, and a truly magnificent woman smiled back at her, “If I couldn’t trust you to take them that far, I couldn’t trust you to take care of them at all.”


“You’ve got one of those now, love,” she gestured towards the six-shooter in Autumn’s waist, “So trust your instincts.”


“That’s essssential.” a forked tongue punctuated the sentence, briefly tasting the air before going back into her lips.


Autumn nodded heavily, committing the advice to memory, and castigated herself for not thinking it sooner. Of course, she should have bit the bullet and taken the cattle out there. She could see that now, “I’ll do so next time, Miss Lamirez.”


“As I said,” the woman who had all but saved Autumn and her mother languidly smiled, revealing two large fangs, “I trust you.”


Rattle Lamirez was a snake woman of the New World. Autumn did not know if “Rattle” was a nickname that just stuck, or if it was her actual first name, but after 4 months it was academical; Autumn had only ever called her by her last name. Which, admittedly, was strange.


The rattle on her tail marked her as a Lamia of the New World, but her last name indicated that she was, nonetheless, of Old World stock. Was she Mexican by any chance? Well, Autumn supposed it didn’t matter.


Her human half was of fairly standard proportion, not being any bigger than Autumn and her mother’s torso. But her tail made up for that; it was easily four times as large as her human half was.


Her skin was dusky and her cheek bones were high, like those of Indians. Her scales, however, were white with black stripes mottled with large vibrant orange spots; those of an Old World  leopard snake and, as such, not “local” at all.


Her canine teeth, when she smiled, revealed themselves to be poison-depositing fangs about as large as Autumn’s smallest finger. They were frightful at first, but, after seeing how harmless Lamirez herself was, all they were by this point were charming.


She wore a plain skirt and shirt that nonetheless conservatively protected her skin from the sun. But this skirt and shirt hid absolutely monstrous tits and hips.


Breasts that were larger than their heads hung from Lamirez's chest. Hips that were so wide that two of Autumn could have sat on her lap and barely covered it spread in her midriff. An ass that was so big that each ass cheek was as big as both of Autumn’s combined hung from her back.


It was hypersexualisation of the most absurd and Autumn would be lying if she said that…it hadn’t started to get to her.


Because there was no need to objectify her in this unseeming manner. Not when her slit pupils, straight nose, rounded chin, and slim limbs were perfectly fine to appreciate.


Point in fact, Autumn couldn’t help but take a second to appreciate the sight…before her eyes started veering to the other places.


“Autumn?” Lamirez quirked an eyebrow.


“I will try it out next time I leave,” Autumn snapped out of her moment of weakness. That would not do. Herders were supposed to be tough. If she wasn’t tough, then she was a poor herder. If she was a poor herder, then she had no use and could be thrown out with the refuse.


Here, in these plains, in this town, that might as well be a death sentence.


And, unlike her father, she had absolutely no plans to die.


“Autumn?” a voice came from the kitchen, followed the revolving door Lamirez had installed in her kitchen opening, “You barely missed lunch.”


Summer Donner was a woman of 35. She married Autumn’s father when young and Autumn was the reason why. Unlike Autumn, her hair was a glorious gold that she kept on a free wave down her shoulders. Shoulders that were slim and led down to a pair of breasts just as big and ponderous as Autumn’s own. Not that they were either of them a match for Lamirez’s but then, whose was?


She had a matronly waist that held a bit of chub. In her, however, this was not the slightest bit ugly, as her pregnancy had enlarged what previously had been wide hips. Again, these were no match for Lamirez’s, but Summer’s hips were as big as a horse, with an ass to match.


She might just outweight Autumn because of that alone.


She was the same height as Autumn, and their eyes were the same. Her nose was aquiline, however, but her maturity made it a beauty, and beauty reigned.


Her lips, however, were every bit as huge as Autumn’s were.


Today, she was holding a plate of what Autumn assumed was cold soup.


“Thanks, Ma,” she said and accepted her lunch.


She was right, it WAS cold.


“I have some beer cooling on the larder if either of you needs some,” she said with a quick nod, gracing Autumn with a flash smile,  “But if you need me, I’ll be scrubbing that kitchen.”


Miss Lamirez’s ranch was about half an hour’s ride from town, a generously called “Midpoint” that was days away from anything else. The wells that it had gave it life, but there was absolutely no reason to stay here. That was, if you weren’t interested in raising herds, as the grass that grew here might be sparse, but it was hardy, needed very little water to grow and grew constantly.


Autumn’s family didn’t have any cattle or goats, of course, but this was as far as they could make it.


Her father, ma’s husband, met his end here to a heat stroke. And, with him, perished their dreams of Marching out West.


With no money, and little relevant experience for anything that anyone would want in this godforsaken town, they would have soon followed…if not for the rattlesnake Lamia that offered them both food, board and, most important of all and thrice blessed was she for doing it, work.


Her mother, Summer, cooked and took care of the house. She, Autumn, went out and about on a pony that Miss Lamirez had been gracious enough to lend her. She was to corral and lead her animals to fresh pastures.


The house was just big enough that a single person could take care of it, and the cattle were just numerous enough that they benefited from the help of a ranch hand. The necessity of their help was there, but it didn’t have to be Autumn and her mother who fulfilled it.


That they did was a fact that she could only thank the Almighty for.


Which is why she took the feelings of gratitude and admiration that she felt for Miss Lamirez's kindness and choked them lest they become something more.


A proper lady like her did not need someone like Autumn thrusting her improper feelings on her.


“You work too hard, Summer.” Lamirez’s tongue quickly darted out of her mouth, tasting the air in Autumn’s mother direction. The force of habit, Autumn was sure, “Why don’t you take a break?”


For some reason, Summer went ramrod straight and slowly turned around.


There was a nervousness there that was at odds with the brave look she’d posed even when they were destitute, one that made Autumn wonder if something had happened while she was out on the plains.


“S-sure, Miss Lamirez,” she said as she looked at Au-no, as she looked in Autumn’s direction. Their eyes did not connect, “If you are s-sure.”


“Family time is a wonderful time to have.” The Lamia proved to be, once again, one of the most compassionate persons Autumn had ever met. “But you already know that.”


“Here,” she said, getting up from the comfortable pile of coils that she’d made in the living room of her own house. The locomotion of a snake was hypnotic if you weren’t familiar to it; there was a certain grace to it that demanded to be watched, “I’ll leave you two alone.”


“There is no need for that,” Autumn said. What private things could they even talk about that they would be ashamed for their benefactor to know? The woman had earned every single drop of trust that they had.


“Can’t hear you~” the Lamia sing-sang, “I am already out of the room!”


And then she was.


“That snake,” Autumn ruefully said, shaking her head.


“Still and all, I can’t say that we’ve stopped from becoming strangers, Ma,” the redhead smiled.


“Cowherding’s keeps you out on the road, honey,” her mother replied, easy as pie. Easy as she’d always done.


But the nervousness. It was still there.


No.


It was growing.


“Maybe, Miss Lamirez did it for a reason,” Autumn frowned, “Is something the matter, Ma?’


Her mother almost jolted at the question and started sweating.


“No, but-” her mother said as a strange flush spread through her face. Autumn had no idea what these symptoms were about, but she was greatly becoming worried when, out of the sudden, her mother stepped forward.


“Ma-” Autumn started to say when the woman who had given birth to her, the woman who had raised her since young and had been her greatest role model about what a good, godly woman should be…kissed her.


Her thick lips pressed against Autumn’s own.


She was so shocked by the unwarranted taboo affection that she did nothing as her mother bit her lower lip with her own, sending sinful sensations up her brain and making her mouth wet.


Out of instinct, the red-headed herder took steps back, to get away if nothing else, but her mother followed in with her. Her arms circled around Autumn’s waist, and their breasts pressed against each other as the older woman squeezed them more and more.


By the time Autumn’s back hit a wall, her knees were going weak, and her mother showed no sign of stopping her assault on her mouth.


No, if anything, she increased it:


Her tongue went inside Autumn and hooked around her own.


This was horrible, Autumn knew. A woman doing this with a woman-no, a mother doing this with her daughter was taboo of the greatest kind. Of the most disgusting transgressions!


But she could not escape her mother’s embrace without hurting her, and THAT was something that didn’t even cross her mind.


No, not even when she felt a hand going inside her jeans and felt cold fingers parting her red jungle aside. Not even when she felt a thumb and index clamp around her clit and-


“Moooom!” Autumn moaned as her clitoris was pinched. Her weak knees failed her then, and she found herself sliding down the wall of their patron as a release that she had never known awashed over her.


She trembled as she looked up, at the flushed face of her mother who looked down at her with a slight amount of horror but, most of all, guilt.


“I-I am sorry!” the blonde milf said, explaining nothing, as she bolted from the living room. Her hand was still wet with Autumn’s pussy juices, and saliva briefly connected their mouths. Autumn stared in shock as she tried, and failed, to process what had just happened.


How, when…why had her mother crossed the line like that?


No answer came. Nothing had ever even approached tension between them of the carnal kind. Nothing had ever hinted that this might have ever happened at any time.


So why had it?


Why?


No answers were forthcoming and Autumn…Autumn had nowhere else to go. This new life of hers was the only life she had.


So she did the only thing she could.


She got up and followed after her mother.


Whatever this was, whatever had led to this, was something she HAD to resolve.


It surprised her, then, when following after her mother led not to her mother’s room, but to Miss Lamirez’s.


“I did it, Mistress,” Autumn could hear her mother say as Autumn approached the door, “I did what you asked me to and more!”


“I didn’t tell you to lay her with your fingers,” the Lamia replied, sounding so disgruntled that Autumn, for a second, understood completely what had happened:


Her mother, desperate to not ruin this life they had, had misinterpreted Miss Lamirez’s no doubt good intentions and did a reprehensible thing out of desperation. Autumn’s father’s death had driven them really desperate, but she had no idea her mother had reached this point. Because if she had…then it made total sense that Miss Lamirez wanted Autumn to give her some much-needed companionship.


It was logical. It made complete sense. This was all a tragic misunderstanding. And it kept making complete logical sense until Miss Lamirez opened her mouth again.


“I told you to seduce her. You were a married woman once, don’t you remember the difference?”


And with that, Autumn’s mind stopped working.


“I-I thought you told me that because you wanted me to have relations with her?” her mother replied, sounding guilty still but not as much as she sounded disappointed. Worst of all, she sounded disappointed in herself!


“So you thought you’d skip a few steps?” Miss Lamirez demanded, “This is what I get for sharing my bed with you?”


Autumn gasped at that.


“I am so, so sorry!” her mother cried.


“As you should be,” the lamia said, “Because now I am going to have to fix your mess.”


“Autumn,” she called out, and Autumn jumped in place, “Come in, dear, let us talk.”


Autumn was locked there where she was, outside of Miss Lamirez’s room, for a few moments as silence descended on the house.


All she could feel was the hard beating of her heart.


And the sentiment that someone had pulled the rug from under her feet.


Eventually, though, she opened the door.


The first thing she saw was that her mother was on her knees, hugging the Lamia’s tail as if she had previously been imploring. But now? She was staring at Autumn as she came, uncertainty written large on her face.


“You hand her crotch, and you really expected her not to come after you?” Miss Lamirez quirked an eyebrow.


“I-I thought that all I needed to do was have some sort of carnal relation with her, Miss,” Summer gulped, “I knew there’d be consequences after, but so long as I had you-”


“As you can see,” the Lamia covered Summer’s mouth and shot Autumn the same winsome smile that had won her over, “there has been some misunderstandings.”


“You wanted my Ma to seduce me?” Autumn blurted out.


The “why” was unsaid, but obviously present to all.


But if she expected the Lamia to bluster, or to even deny anything, justify it in some way that would allow this precious life that now seemed so fragile to keep existing, she was disappointed.


“No,” Miss Lamirez shrugged, “I wanted you and your Ma to be lovers.”


“...Why?” Autumn finally asked.


It defied expectation. It defied logic.


It defied everything.


“Because-” the Lamia all the same responded. She untangled Summer out of her tail and confidently slithered over to Autumn. Even now, underneath these circumstances, she was a magnificent woman.


Someone worth admiring, “-your mother wants me.”


She slithered until she was in front of Autumn and then rose above the floor until she was towering over her. That beautiful white tail with black and orange markings was a feast for the eyes, even now. As were her hips and her breasts. As was the tongue that flickered out and tasted the air around Autumn.


As were the slit pupils in her eyes, moving up and down as she nodded.


“As do you,” she declared, pointing a dainty finger at her. A dainty finger that closed in with Autumn’s breasts.


And then pressed against them.


The impropriety of it all would have been enough for another woman to explode at the assuming beast-woman. For taking too many freedoms, if nothing else.


But Autumn didn’t.


She couldn’t.


Because…Miss Lamia was right.


She did.


Good god, she really, really did.


“So…so what?” Autumn spat even as the Lamia started moving her index finger from one of her breasts to the other, “How does that explain having my mother finger me?”


“Oh, it doesn’t,” Miss Lamirez agreed with a cheeky grin, “Not yet, anyway.”


“How does it justify me and Ma being lovers!” Autumn amended herself.


“Ah,” the Lamia’s finger rose booped Autumn on her nose, “Well, you see, I am willing.”


“What?” Autumn gasped.


R-really?


“Oh, yes,” she salisioucly confirmed, “From the second I could taste the arousal coming out of you human girls, hmmm, no; from the second I saw you fertile, sexually pleasing hens, I knew I’d love to get involved with you.”


“B-but why me and Ma?” Autumn whined, confusion still shining through the thrill in her heart.


“Well, it’s because I love incest, and if I am going to be with the both of you, I want to see you fuck,” the Lamia chuckled.


Autumn gaped at her.


“Oh, it’s a fantasy that I thought would always be out of my reach,” the Lamia’s rattle, of all things, started shaking, giving of a sound that would have made the blood of any experienced traveler run cold, “That I’d have to settle with nothing but the fantasies in my head and my hands on my groin.”


“But now, you appeared, mother and daughter,” she said as her hands cradled Autumn’s chin and made her look up at a very aroused smile, “Both beautiful in your own ways. Both delectable and discarded on the way.”


“Both ready to be picked up by me,” she said as she leaned down.


And kissed Autumn’s lips.


The lips of the Lamia were not the pillows that Autumn and her mother had. They were slim and straight, but they were still warm and soft for all that.


They drew, DEMANDED, the air from Autumn’s mouth and throat as she took not only her breath, but also her choice in things.


As soon as the kiss finished, Autumn knew that she was trapped and that she could never bring herself to abandon this.


“So,” Miss Lamirez said, “Do you want me too?”


“Y-yes,” Autumn quietly admitted.


So the Lamia let her go.


“Well then, make with the familial loving,” she demanded, pointing at her bed.


Autumn blinked at her, then at the mattress, then at her mom.


For once, her mother had an understanding expression on her face.


But she did not look unopposed.


As for Autumn…”Do I really have to-”


“You do not,” the Lamia interrupted her. Her hands went down to her skirt and brought it up, revealing her genital slit. The sight was enough to have Autumn blushing, but it was nothing compared to what happened next.


“However.” Because the Lamia inserted a hand into it, and then pulled out two futa cocks, “if you don’t, you’ll never have this.”


On closer inspection, Autumn was wrong. Instead of being two futa dicks, it was a double cock. That is to say, it was a futa snake hemipenis. It was the same organ at their base, but they split off in two directions. Either way, both organs were a foot and a half long, slendering down until they ended on barbed heads.


The dicks were as wide as Autumn’s fist, clenched, and the smell, the aroma, that it was giving off made her mouth water, and made her body tremble.


Autumn had secretly desired the Lamia before she discovered that she was one of those rare futa women.


But now that she did, “Umm are you-are you coming, mother?”


Now that she did, she went straight for the bed.


“Wonderful!” Miss Lamirez clapped her hands happily, “I knew love could still win the day!”


“Of course, honey,” Summer said, giving Autumn a nervous smile as she also descended on the bed.


“Summer dear might have ruined the romance of the chase,” the Lamia said as both mother and daughter divested themselves of their clothing. All so that their reptile lover could enjoy it, “But the romance of the bedroom is still a beautiful thing!”


“I don’t- I don’t know how well this will go,” Autumn, now feeling the most nervousness that she’d ever had, said. It was lucky for her, however, that it came with a feeling of anticipation too, “But, if you insist.”


A look at her mother confirmed that this combination, all along, was what she’d been feeling, and it was no wonder that her attempt at seduction deteriorated into sex so quickly. With Miss Lamirez’s eyes on her, Autumn felt compelled to act.


“You don’t need to worry about a thing, honey, I-I can do everything if you’ll just allow me to-” so Autumn acted, interrupting her mother mid-speech.


Again, her lips were soft pillows that just spread around her face in about the same way that Autumn felt her own spread around her mother’s.


Hands moved across their bodies, and Autumn filled her hands with her mother’s enormous tits.


“Oooh, like mother, like daughter,” the Lamia cooed as Summer was all but mirroring her, squeezing Autumn’s girls so tight that her flesh slipped through the gaps of her fingers!


Autumn thought about returning the favor to the woman who gave birth to her. Yes, she thought about masturbating her clit.


But, now that the hungry eyes of their mistress were looking at them, that just seemed like an off-putting of the inevitable. A waste of time.


So Autumn rose and, seeing her thoughts in her eyes, Summer nodded, a trail of saliva linking their face.


The mother spread her legs


The daughter mounted a thigh.


Quickly, like a jigsaw puzzle, Autumn slid up until her knee went below her mother’s other thigh. She pushed that leg up with her own until it was out of the way. Her pussy slid along the soft flesh of her mother’s inner thigh until their crotches got together.


Until virginal labial lips kissed mature labial lips.


“Hmmm,” both mother and daughter moaned as their juices mixed and created a most interesting scent. Not content to leave it at that, their Lamia mistress was watching, Autumn started rubbing back and forth-


“Oooh, yes, pound your mommy!” Miss Lamirez hotly said as she slid close to the bed.


-creating fiction that was blowing her mind!


“I-I am so, so, sorry love,” her mother, even now, was apologizing to her for something she never had the intention of stopping, “I am s-such a bad mom!”


“You are a horrible mom!” Autumn seemingly agreed, making her mother look away.


So she reached out and grabbed her face, making it face her, “But you are a wonderful woman!”


“Oh my god!” Miss Lamirez grunted and gasped.


“You really mean it?” Summer looked at her.


“I don’t mind being shared with you,” Autumn said as their pussies rubbed, “I…don’t mind doing this, really, if it's you, Mom.”


“Oh,” her mother said.


“Oh,” Miss Lamirez said.


‘Well-I,” Summer said, but stopped.


There was a shadow looming over them.


A large, snakey shadow.


“Say it,” Miss Lamirez hissed, her slit eyes heated, “Say it, Summer.”


“I, umm,” Summer said while staring at the Lamia, ‘Don’t mind being in a carnal relationship with you too, daaaaaaughtER!”


Summer’s scream was understandable.


Autumn could feel it too.


A futa snake cock penetrating her pussy.


“Oooh, let me reward your familial love and honesty!” Miss Lamirez moaned as she slipped one arm around Summer and Autumn’s waist each, holding them tight as she aligned her cocks. She pressed them with such pressure against their pussies that they started spreading around the dicks.


The barbs dug into their reproductive flesh but to Autumn’s surprise, it only spiked the relish was feeling.


The “pain” was simple pinpricks that heightened the sexual experience.


“I will do it!” the Lamia declared as she forced their nether holes to expand with her snake dick, “I’ll take you both as lovers!”


“Fuck!” she moaned as their crotch, and then lower stomachs bloated with her futa dicks, “I’ll do it long term and live my life with you as my bonded mates!”


“L-like,” Autumn gasped as a single word that she really wanted to hear was all but described, “Like your wives?”


The barbed dicks reached their cervix,es then, grinding so hard that it almost made their eyes go cross-eyed.


“Mother and daughter,” the Lamia said with sex mania in her eyes, “You will ever be the only thing I need.”


“A-and?” Summer moaned the question out, seeking the same thing as her daughter. Seeking a clear “Yes”.


Miss Lamirez reared her ass back, dragging her barbs all over both human women’s insides, only to then thrust down with the half a ton of weight that she had.


The narrow penis made the cervix spread around it.


The force behind the head, however, made it burst as waves of barbs slipped past it.


The feeling was so high, so intense, that it brought both mother and daughter one step away from breaking down.


In the end, one word was all that was needed to overcome them.


“YES!” was that word, punctuating the Lamia’s penises penetrating their uterus.


Powerful internal testicles pushed wave after wave of scaly female sperm up the Lamia’s dicks, and quickly overwhelmed the milf and young adult’s ovaries as a deluge inflated their wombs.


“Yeeees!” both mother and daughter madly cheered, hugging each other, as their future wife held them hard.


Miss Lamirez scrounged her face and all but growled as she experienced her orgasm, the experience also turning out to be too much for her.


Billions of Lamia futa sperm cells swam around in each of Autumn’s and Summer’s fallopian tubes.


And Billions of Lamia futa sperm cells started swarming their ovaries.


So irritated, so stimulated, both of their ovaries spat out a couple of eggs each.


And these were promptly fertilized.


“Oh, god abooove,” Miss Lamirez’s face relaxed, and she allowed herself to collapse back.


As her arms did not let go of Autumn and her mother’s waist, that made her drag them about and made them land on the Lamia’s humongous tits.


“W-when do we get married?” Autumn asked as she felt, FELT, her ovum be fertilized.


“Soon as some silver or gold gets into town,” the Lamia sighed with satisfaction as mother and daughter rested their heads on top of each of her tits, “Will get some rings made for you.”


“Hopefully that’ll be soon,” the blond milf sighed with happiness, “Otherwise, we’ll step up pregnant to the altar.”


Oh, she felt it too?


“Small chances of that happening,” the Lamia said. Autumn made to respond, but she saw the smile in her slitted eyes; Miss Lamirez knew what they were experiencing!


“Oh, don’t get me wrong, I do think you’ll swell after this,” Miss Lamirez said, “But, you see, Lamia and human pairings? A lot of the time, they don’t mix well.”


“If our bloodline breeds well, you’ll give live birth to a hybrid,” she told them, “If it don’t, you’ll get cute inert eggs in your bellies that you’ll eventually have to lay.”


“L-lay?” Autumn stared at her.


“Oh yes,” the Lamia licked her lips, “Push out of your pussy like a hen!”


“Actually,” she mused, “Like chicken eggs, we can eat those too.”


“Or sell them at the town,” she gave them both a look.


“How about it?” she asked with a smile that indicated that she already knew the answer, “Want to be MY incestual wifey hens?”


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