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\tFor many, a high school prom was a cause for worry. From the day it’s announced to the night of, boys, girls and in-betweens alike would find themselves fussing over who they would ask to go to the night time dance with them. Others might fret over who would ask them, or experience an anxious attention drought where they’d be convinced no one would ask them. Bringing a date to the prom would become one of the most important things in a student’s life, as the idea of not going to the prom and not having a date was akin to social suicide. Teens around the world had put so much weight on the night, meaning for it to be a night where lives would be changed, that people were made and broken in that one evening alone.
\tIn the end, it’s just a dance. It’s an auditorium full of students chaperoned by stuffy old teachers and volunteer chaperones. For a night where people expected to progress their romantic relationships, or try things for the first time, it lacked any sense of adult freedom to make any decisions. The people attending the dance didn’t get to pick their music, and if anyone was watching they would have to behave according to others’ rules. A prom was a farce if ever there was one. Still, the young and naïve will often believe it to be so much more, even if their lives would go on should anything unfortunate occur.
\tNewshore High’s Prom was on the mind of all the school’s students. Who would go? And who would they take with them? Would the popular guys and girls just stick with each other, or would there be a surprise in store for the student body gossip? Everyone worried about it, but no one spoke too openly about it. Students had been coy about their prospects when asked, others would fabricate a date, or make excuses as to why they couldn’t attend. The loners felt hopeless, the cheerleaders had been set to go since the year began, and everyone in between just got to struggle like some elaborate natural mating ritual that would so often go horribly, horribly wrong.
\tThen there was one guy who had it all figured out.
\tKG stepped up to the school when his parents dropped him off, fussing with the cuffs to his rented suit one last time. He looked a bit unfitting for a black tuxedo. Beyond the fact that it made his scales itch, he was a rocker sort of guy. A sharp suit with padded shoulders might have made an adult look classy, but for a slinky snake with long jet black hair that he could have windmilled, it just didn’t look right. Still, it was the sharpest he’d ever been done up to the nines with cufflinks and a bowtie, and glossed dress shoes. It all made his green scales and off-yellow underbelly just look smothered in blackness, with one little white boutonniere stuck out on his breast.
“Ready to go in?” His date asked in a smooth, lovely voice.
\t“Aye,” KG smiled big and wide, making a sweeping gesture of offering his arm to the woman. Her slender arm hooked with his and her other dainty hand rested demurely near his elbow.
The two of them approached the doors and pushed the clunky metal things open with a loud clack and a squeak. The very few people who were lingering in the white-painted halls of the school turned their attention to them, and suddenly they stared. Their eyes went big and they gawked at the well-dressed couple as they made their way to the auditorium. It wasn’t far from the front doors, just past the cafeteria and waiting on their left. Some old crow of a mother working as doorman looked shocked to see KG and his date – her nose wrinkled as her eyes wandered their bodies in distaste. KG couldn’t help but grin all the wider in boyish excitement. Jealousy was stricken all over everyone’s faces.
Darkness fell over them as they stepped into the prom. The school’s auditorium had been decked out all-to-wall with decorations. Much of it was violet coloured, from streamers on the ceiling to decorative drapery above the double-wide entryway doors. The lights had been all turned off, but dance lighting coloured the room in an array of rainbow colours, spinning and dancing along the walls as the students spun and danced on the floor. Some big long banquet table had been set up for punch and crappy hors d'oeuvres, like cheese cubes and things like that. The teachers there were mostly centered around that area, desperately trying to keep an eye on the foodstuff.
80’s music thumped out of the massive speakers set up on the risen assembly stage, one lucky and reputable student having been selected to DJ the event. The guy was restrained as all hell, forced to play “family friendly” music, but he seemed to make due. Michael Jackson tunes drowned out most conversations from passing ears, unless someone happened to be really, really close by. Bass vibrated the very air near the stage, creating a clearance around there for the sake of people’s eardrums.
Once again, however, as KG entered the prom proper, people’s heads began to turn. The reason for that? His date.
Sapphire blue eyes shadowed in violet shined out past a cute brunette bob. Her face was angular in the way a models would be, and her purple-painted lips were plump and glossy. Her fur was of a ruby red, and her underbelly was a creamy yellow. Much of this colouring was exposed, as the black dress she wore barely covered a thing. The slinky number had shoulders, but the cleavage was plunging like a canyon. Her massive, burgeoning tits were only held in that dress by sheer willpower, it seemed, as the dress was cut in an enormous V-neck that ended slightly above her navel. The flowy fabric still clung to places, pronouncing the extreme curve of her hips and exposing legs a mile long with a slit cut from the bottom to mid-thigh.
Her hands were sheathed in elbow-length black satin to match the dress that dragged along the ground a little as her dainty, black heels carried her steps in an expert swagger. She stood a head taller than KG, who looked wimpy next to her goddess-like form. Her chest was projected so far, breasts as big as the snake boy’s head without question. From behind, her buttocks created a divot in the dress where her cheeks clefted, somehow emphasizing the shape. If one looked incredibly closely past her drifting fox tail, they may have noticed the lace imprint of her skimpy underwear beneath, hiding in the dark of the room. An hourglass had nothing on her, her waist trim in the middle to make those curves that much more noticeable.
Naturally people stared, how couldn’t they? KG, the seventeen-year-old python, had just entered the room with a porn star of a fox, and she looked far older than he.
“KG!” An elderly-looking tapir in a prim and proper tweet suit approached the boy and his date near the door. He seemed a bit nervous as he regarded KG’s date, who just waited patiently for the exchange to be over. “Who is this lovely, er… young lady you’ve brought with you tonight?” He asked. There was some interest underlining that concern.
“Why, this lovely lass is Fiona!” KG boasted with pride, “My date f’r the night.”
The old man’s fuzzy eyebrows rose. “Really?” He asked, “Well, it seems you’ll have a lovely evening with a date like that. I hope you two have a good time.”
“We will, sir,” Fiona shed a sweet smile, “Thank you very much.”
The man left. People still stared, but Fiona was finished basking in their admiration and shocked stares. She gingerly placed a hand on KG’s arm and walked him into the dance, parting nearby people like the Red Sea. “So?” She asked, her voice honeyed, “What are we going to do first?”
KG smiled at her, then looked around. Spotting some familiar faces, he smirked. “Oh, I think a wee bit of punch t’ start us off, darlin’,” He said, looking at her with questioning eyes, “Wid ye be so kind?”
Fiona regarded him with a careful consideration for a moment. The look in her eyes spoke volumes of what she knew he had planned, so she simply nodded with a smile of sweet surrender. “Alright,” She said, “I’ll be right back, babe.”
Just seconds after Fiona left, another reptilian boy with four floppy ears and pale green skin approached him. “What the hell did you do, man?” He asked.
KG shrugged his shoulders disingenuously, “I don’t know what you’re talking about!”
More boys approached, all dressed in suits and fine clothes. An inverse raccoon, a white dragon with blue hair, a golden blonde ferret and a little, dark skunk with gray stripes. The raccoon poked KG’s chest in accusation, his one amber eye exposed behind his flowing silver bangs narrowed a bit. “You have to have paid for that,” He said, “There’s no way someone like you could bag a girl like that based entirely on your wit and charm.”
“Well, that’s exactly whit happened!” KG laughed.
“No no no,” The ivory dragon with the black stripes around his cuffs said, waving a finger, “No way! You’re as charming as a bedpost.”
KG posed. “Maybe she’s jist drawn t’ ma good looks!” He said.
“Fuck off,” The four-eared reptile laughed.
Fiona returned, two little paper cups in hand. She cut into the conversation knowing exactly what it must have been about. The other boys stared at her in silence, hushed by her mere presence. “Here you are,” She said, handing off some of the non-alcoholic beverage to KG that she knew he didn’t really want. He just wanted a moment with his friends to brag or at least fake modesty over her. She turned to regard the boys, her heaving tits bouncing before the young raccoon’s eyes, who lead the charge. “KG? Are these your friends?” She asked.
The four boys were getting boners in their fancy pants. KG wasn’t sure who their dates were, but they couldn’t have appreciated the gawking. Indeed, there was a lovely mouse lady a little ways off in a cute blue dress who was glaring daggers into the raccoon. “Aye, these are my mates,” KG said, “But they’ve got to be getting back to their dates, haven’t ye lads?”
“Uh,” The raccoon cleared his throat, “Yeah! Well, this isn’t over you sneaky snake. We’ll find out what’s up later.”
KG couldn’t contain his laughter, but Fiona gave him a nudge. “Bragging to your friends,” She chastised him, “Typical.”
“Awe, but surely with a girl like yersel’ I get to brag a little bit!” KG reasoned, downing his punch all at once, “I mean, look here! You’re makin’ all the lasses look like skinny-minnies in comparison”
Fiona rolled her eyes, but her amused grin and light blush were telling. She sipped on her punch a little slower, and the two of them stood aside for a little while. Fiona asked KG questions about the school. She’d never been there before and while she knew his classes, she didn’t know anything about his friends or general social life. KG went through each one – the four boys that had approached him just a little earlier and a few other no-show acquaintances. They all had a little story, and while KG liked rubbing their faces in his hot date, they were swell guys. It was pretty clear watching them that they hadn’t gotten so lucky – very few of them seemed to even want to be there.
KG was all fine with counting his blessings, but he wanted to dance! It was one thing to show off, but what was the point going to a prom jamming with 80’s music if he wasn’t going to bust a move? So, taking Fiona’s hand he walked her out to the dance floor where the two of them tore it up. Well, more accurately, Fiona tore it up. KG wasn’t much of a dancer – he really preferred the music end of music and not the dancing end. Fiona, however, had the grace and style to match her impossible beauty. Whether it was upbeat or slow, she had computer-clarity when it came to moving with the beat. She was possibly the most coordinated dancer in that entire auditorium.
Slow dancing was a special treat, because KG got to enjoy being pressed up close to Fiona’s stellar body. She was softer than the best pillow, and warmer than any snuggle-blanket. It was easy to make him feel relaxed when he got warm, thanks to his cold blood. So with his arms wrapped around her waist, he’d sink into her softness, his chin perched on her cleavage, cheeks smothered by her bubbly, perky, bouncy boobs. Fiona took it in stride, even amused by his dreamy stare and pervy antics. It was sure no surprise to her that being so close to him revealed a stiff boner of his own pushing up under his pants to rub against her leg.
Fiona had no problem entertaining the boyish erection. She teased the back of KG’s neck with her fingers in just the right ticklish way to make his skin tingle all over, while also swaying her body so that his dick-bulge rubbed up against her thighs and abdomen. A gentle brush of her leg here, a stroke along it there… and it wasn’t as if it was some bashful accident. KG didn’t react with any surprise either; he just hummed his delight in being with her, hugged her that much closer, and squeezed her ass while they danced. The two of them were all too familiar with their closeness and more than comfortable with it.
“Let me guess,” She teased, “You’re thinking about how every guy here would want to be where you’re at right now.”
“Mmhm,” KG nodded.
Fiona rolled her eyes. “You’re too boastful,” She said.
“Tell me I’m wrong,” KG pat her butt cheeks.
Fiona didn’t say anything, instead she just continued to dance, spinning KG around a bit quicker than the tempo of the slow song on the speakers to take him off guard. She spun him through the air and he landed on his feet again after doing a total 180. KG laughed a little and cuddled into her, continuing to sway and step with the music.
The entire night went something like that. People stole glances or openly gawked at Fiona, and KG relished in every second of it, soaking it up like a photosynthesizing plant. The night did have to end eventually though – it was a school event after all. “Late” under that criteria was 10 p.m., so it wasn’t long before the kids were being funneled out of the auditorium and sent home. KG left arm-in-arm with his date after a lengthy evening of dancing, teasing, and showing off. He got picked up by his parents and driven back home with Fiona in tow. When they got home, Fiona stepped into the house with KG and closed the door behind her.
“Did you enjoy yourself, babe?” She asked.
“Yeah!” KG smiled. He was happy at least to get home and get out of that suit – he didn’t even retreat to the privacy of his room to start taking off his clothes. The hanger and cover for the suit was right at the front door anyway, so he packaged it up right there.
Fiona stepped inside and picked up a few things around the house. See, the truth was, Fiona wasn’t some girl that KG picked up. Fiona was KG’s maid. Heck she wasn’t even a girl in the strictest sense, but an incredibly lifelike android. Her entire design, her entire purpose, was to tend to the house and care after KG and his family. Getting her to go to the prom with him was as easy as uttering a command, not that he had to. Her personality had been programmed to be agreeable to the family she served. KG didn’t have to order her to go with him so much as just ask. There was no possible way she would have said no.
The young man put his suit away, zipping it all up so it could be returned the next day to the tailor. He stood there in his underwear – a pair of tighty-whities no less – and his socks. He turned and looked at Fiona, who had just finished sorting out some clutter in the living room. She rose from her kneel at the coffee table and demurely smoothed out her dress, catching his eye and giving him a seductive smile. It wasn’t that she was trying overly hard to be sexy… she just was sexy. It was part of her design, if her body hadn’t made that painfully obvious. That said, when looking over the dips and curves of her satin-encased body, KG didn’t have to be embarrassed about how his dick plumped up and bulged out the already tight fabric of his undies. Fiona didn’t mind – she couldn’t mind – and instead she smiled all the more.
“Like what you see, lover-boy?” She asked, smoothing her hands down her sides, “This was a really nice dress. It’s a shame I don’t own one like this myself.”
“It’s a lovely dress,” KG stepped into the living room and right up to Fiona, exercising no restraint as he cupped her heavy tits and heaved them. The fabric barely holding them in, exposing the whole center and her cleavage from top to bottom, slipped aside somewhat. Plump, juicy-looking areola peeked out from beneath. “Ken what would make it look better though?” He grinned.
“On the floor, yes, I know,” Fiona cut off his tired joke, and yet didn’t seem any less entertained by the notion.
“Maybe we should go ‘way to bed early,” The snake suggested.
“If that’s what you want,” Fiona answered.
“After watching you all night in that dress? Bloody right that’s what I want,” KG nodded.
Fiona first removed her heels and set them aside, then she took KG’s and walked with him to the stairs. One step at a time, she climbed with him in tow until they were upstairs, down the hall, and at KG’s room. She swayed her hips every step of the way, making an enticing show of her ass as it wiggled around. KG’s eyes were glued to it shamelessly, watching the round bubbles beneath the dress roll and grind with every step of her long legs. Once they were inside the python’s admittedly messy room, Fiona let him go. Normally she’d go around and pick up after him, but instead she turned to face him as he closed the door behind him. The boy pressed his back up against the door and watched as with just a few subtle movements, Fiona pulled her arms from the dress and shrugged it off.
It cascaded off her body until it pooled at her feet like a silken puddle. Her breasts wobbled as they were freed, fat, juicy-looking nipples erected. The dress must have been a little airy, given how much it had left exposed. Now everything was exposed. Her entire body was bared except for the lacy black thong she wore. She didn’t have to pose or make any motion to look appealing. Even though KG had seen her body a million times by then, she was still able to knock him off his feet. Her heavy breasts rose and fell in the façade of breathing, her hips rolled a bit when she would shift her weight from one leg to another. Her creamy yellow underbelly ran down her chest and navel, drawing KG’s eye to her thighs and what lay between them barely covered by skimpy lace.
He didn’t even have to be coy about it. The boy pushed his underwear down and let loose his engorged dick. His yellow scales smoothed out near his crotch to create more of a soft skin that rough scales, and the head of his pounding erection was almost as black as his hair from the crown up. He was no small customer – part of why Fiona was so good for him. She could take a big dick, what without the trappings of a real system of internal organs, and KG’s dick was almost as fat as his fist and as long as the distance from his elbow to his fingertips. Fiona’s gaze settled on it immediately. His tool was twitchy, announcing his eagerness.
“I bet I know what you want,” Fiona cooed, bringing her arms up to press her bosoms together between her forearms and elbows. She compressed them, bulging out their impossibly perky and round shape, emphasizing the cleavage that had at many times swallowed the python’s python. Gently she’d release, only to squeeze again, making her boobs bulge out and relax over and over again. She gently circled her shoulders, dragging her arms over the sides of her tits to raise them when she squeezed them together. It was the perfect pantomime of a good, warm titfuck.
KG stared like it was the first time he’d seen them, watching her nipples bob about with her actions. “Yes,” He said, “God fuck yes.”
Fiona chuckled and sat down on KG’s finely arranged and made bed (that being her handiwork). She lowered her arms and let her breasts hang naturally on her chest, shimmying with her slightest movements. She curled a finger and beckoned him then, and it didn’t take long for him to arrive. Zipping into place like a cartoon character, KG couldn’t wipe the smile off his face. He stood before her with his dick in his hand just waiting for the act to start. For her part, Fiona knew it was more fun to drag things out a little. Her slender hands rested on the young man’s body, one at his hip and the other pressed against his abdomen. She stroked him and admired the size and girth of his member, leaning torturously close to do so. Her valley of cleavage was mere inches away, and KG was growing anxious to visit it.
Fiona stuck out her tongue and let her drool drizzle down over KG’s member. The almost unreasonably slick spittle made for the perfect lube, and she rubbed it in a little before she sat up, took hold of her breasts, and clamped them around the boy’s dick like it was some kind of trap. Naturally the imprisonment was the sort KG was more than happy to be detained in. Fiona’s breasts were perfection – they were made to be perfection. They were warm and comforting, soft yet firm, and huge as all get-out. They utterly swallowed KG’s cock until there was nothing left. Not one little inch of that shaft was visible from between them. KG cooed his approval, not that Fiona needed it. It was well stored in her databanks that KG loved her giant boobs.
She began her motions, the same sorts of motions she made just to entice him earlier. With her hands on the sides of her tits, she squeezed around him and dragged her heaving boob-meat up around his dick to tug on it, then lowered them again. She had the perfect grip to jerk him off with her tits, but she felt way better than simple masturbation… KG had almost forgotten what masturbation felt like though, since Fiona had virtually eliminated the need for it just days after getting her. There didn’t have to be any rhetorical questions. Fiona never asked if he liked what was happening because she already knew he did. His cock felt so tense while her fuzzy tits rubbed it, teasing and tickling with her fur while squashing and rubbing with her warm flesh beneath.
KG shuddered and moaned and sighed and just responded positively to every movement. He couldn’t help but reach down and take her tits into his hands, and there was plenty of room for the both of them to hold on to. He started to move his hips, making Fiona’s epic breasts bounce and jostle as his slender hips clapped against them. Fiona made a pleasured sound and panting breaths, hot air escaping her lips even though she didn’t actually breathe. While his enjoyment was a given, she encouraged him as he pumped his hips, getting her cleavage sticky and hot with oozing pre-cum. “That’s it, nnh…” She purred, “Fuck my tits, babe. Keep it up a little longer, but don’t blow yet.”
KG took that as an invitation to thrust harder, so he put more ‘oomph’ into his pumps. The smacking of his thighs and balls and hips against those massive tits got louder, clapping and clopping as he pounded away. He tilted his head back and closed his eyes, teeth grit as he forced his way through the pleasurable friction that made his body tingle all over. He shuddered, and at times his body wanted to just tense up but he pushed on, his cock feeling strained, over-swollen, and stiffer than ever. Fiona just let him do his thing, dutifully squeezing her tits around his shaft in rhythmic rolling motions.
This progressed until it felt like someone was pushing on KG’s loins, trying to break free. Any second it was like the metaphorical dam was going to collapse and his orgasm was going to come rushing through. His dick had squeezed out gratuitous amounts of pre-cum. His thrusts became slick and sloppy, and more pre-seed just kept pouring out like he was a leaky faucet. This was the perfect time to stop, so all at once Fiona withdrew, sitting up straight. KG couldn’t stop her, unless he really wanted to or verbally protested. Otherwise, Fiona’s android body could easily overpower him and his will by sheer physical might. Somehow that made her gentle ministrations even more exciting.
Fiona sat back and lifted her legs, balancing herself with her hands behind her, knees bent and thighs spread. Just behind her lacy panties was her sex, waiting just behind one thin layer of fabric for KG’s dick. The boy didn’t even bother to take them off. Taking his place at the side of the bed, between her legs, he took hold of the skimpy underwear and pulled them aside. Her petals awaited, leaking sweet nectar of arousal in anticipation of him. With his other hand he aimed his swollen dick, pushed it against her entrance, and with a buck of his hips, he was in.
Fiona gasped when KG’s cock plunged part-way inside her, and KG let out a little moan of his own. He moved in close and she held onto him with one arm around his shoulders. She remained sitting up, and KG pulled her flush with the side of the bed, pumping his hips to bury his shaft in what was still the softest, warmest, wettest cunt he’d ever been balls-deep in. Amazing, even to that day, and so tight despite the repeated use it saw at KG’s hand. They were close, as close as two people could be, their fronts pressed together, joined by their loins. They took a moment to get the angling just right, Fiona’s eyes gazing deeply into KG’s own in want. Suddenly, everything was perfect.
Their lips met in a frenzy of kisses as KG started to buck his hips in furious passion. Fiona squealed moans against his lips as they tangled, tongue lashing at one another’s, faces licked and lips clumsy. KG’s bed rocked, banging against the wall as he thrust his hips hard and fast, pounding several inches of hot cock into Fiona in rapid, powerful strokes. The vixen’s toes curled and her fingers raked at his scales. She grabbed hold of him with her other arm and kept herself close. Despite how powerful she truly was, she honored her position as his dick-sleeve for a time, just taking the frantic teenage rutting with the most erotic moans and coos of pleasure.
They sealed lips to silence their cries of pleasure, and their tongues met and twisted with one another. A python’s tongue with a vixen’s; Fiona was outclassed, but determined nevertheless. She clawed at his shoulders and pushed her legs out to lock them around his back, keeping him pulled deep into her, so that his pounding dick reached her core. The kiss parted, drool bridging their faces for a moment before KG hunched down and snatched a nipple between his lips and fangs. He sucked, hard, air passing his lips in a loud sound, and Fiona squealed again. Her face was masked by pleasure, her tongue hung from her lips and her eyes were unfocused. Was she actually feeling it? Or was it simply an input for an algorithm? It hardly mattered. She looked so incredibly genuine, it was hard to tell the difference.
KG had some stamina – he’d had lots of time with Fiona to train it; he was however still just a teenaged boy. Excitement fueled the fire in his already prepper dick, and it was a miracle he hadn’t already unloaded into his robotic housekeeper. He didn’t last much longer. Collapsing on top of her, his orgasm struck. He parted his lips from her breast with a loud smack and let out a deep groan, his cock jerking and jetting as his cum burst forth and filled her waiting depths. Fiona reacted as she ought to – she tensed and shuddered and moaned and purred, as if she felt every bit of heat that came with KG’s sticky boy cum. It filled her readily, pumping in messy spurts and dousing her insides like it was putting out a fire, yet somehow stoking it at the same time.
It was a powerful climax, as climaxes often went with Fiona on the giving end. KG dug his toes into the carpet and kept himself pinned against her body with her held. She kept arms and legs wrapped tightly around him and was unwilling to let go until every drop had been milked from his balls. It felt like forever, but it ended in just that. KG’s cock flexed and tried to pour more cum from inside, but nothing came out. What had started in a jetting rush had been drained to a dribble, and then to nothing. Feminine juices had gushed around KG as well, the lovely vixen automaton rewarding itself with an orgasm of her very own, and it left them both panting.
KG tiredly slumped against Fiona’s body, and she embraced him tenderly. Pulling him onto the bed, she arranged their bodies until they were laid out proper, their heads upon the pillow. The bed was barely big enough for the both of them, with Fiona’s tall, sexy body taking up most of the room. It was crowded, but in a good way, with boobs and thighs pressing for space against their slender charge. It had been a long day for KG – he’d run himself a bit wired trying to set up a date for the prom, having worried he would look silly in front of his friends for not going. Now he’d run himself to exhaustion, with dancing and sex, and slept soundly.
For all her programming, Fiona felt a legitimate joy to be able to make one very important night special for one very important boy. He would grow up and possibly forget what it meant to him as memories dulled with age, but Fiona wouldn’t. She banked this little memory – a file stuffed somewhere into an artificial memory. There it would stay, and for reasons not entirely understood by a machine, she’d bring it up every now and again just to see it. Tomorrow would have been just another day, but the then and now would exist as something special forever.