Lorraine's Mistaken Snakes
by tannim
December 27, 2016

	Hiking hadn't been a good idea.  The heat hadn't seemed so bad when she left, but it just got hotter as Lorraine trudged along the path.  She could handle heat.  It was the sweating under her clothes that was the problem.  Sweat made her fur and body sticky and her clitoris itched with all that sweat and damp fur clinging to it.  Even for a beaver, being wet and sticky wasn't good while hiking.

	After the first twenty minutes, the twenty year old beaver had to adjust her shirt constantly to scratch one itch after another or perhaps one tickle after another would be a better way for her to think of it.  Keeping her long thick clitoris wrapped around her torso and supporting her breasts as her bra had also seemed like a good idea before she had left.  It worked wonderfully in cool weather and winter.  It made her madly horny in sticky steamy summer heat.

	Walking was difficult after another few minutes.  The growing arousal made her clit try to stiffen.  All around her waist and chest it shifted as it tried to straighten.  That tickled it more, oh so much more.  Her clothes and body acted like a chastity cage, keeping it from growing erect no matter how much it wanted to and that just made her body hornier.  When her clit swelled enough that it peaked up from the neck of her shirt, she knew she had to take care of it soon. 

	Lorraine kept moving, but her chin bumped against the tip of her clitoris repeatedly and it was getting hard to walk with every motion stroking her whole torso against the long rope of sensitive flesh.  It had swelled to nearly an inch an a half in diameter along it's whole five  meter length from arousal.  The extra bulk made her shirt a lot tighter as well as creating a visible bulge in her pants where it wrapped around her right thigh before going up along her butt and around her waist and torso.  Her natural vaginal lubricant darkened the fabric of her jeans, too.

	The beaver could smell her own musk in the air wafting from her clitoris slowly poking higher and she caught her clit in her mouth so she could keep it out of the way.  It only made the problem worse, though with as horny as she was, she didn't mind.  Sucking on herself felt so good.  Even the discomfort of her buck teeth bumping against it didn't make it less pleasurable.

	A sound made her clamp down hard and stop.  Running water! Lorraine turned her head a couple times, then hurried toward it.  Trees flashed by as she switched to a run.  Her legs wobbled after just the first several seconds.  Running made all her fur rubbing her sensitive half erection so much more intense.  She was glad when she saw the stream.  She was also on the edge orgasm.

	Lorraine splashed right into the shallow six or so inch deep stream and sat down on the smooth rocks lining it there.  Both hands grabbed at her shirt and slipped under the hem to rub her partially swollen clit.  Nobody was around and she couldn't have stopped herself from masturbating even if there were.  Her body was so hot from the summer heat and so aroused from that heat she could just lay there letting the cool water seep into her clothes while sucking on her clitoris for nearly a minute.

	Orgasm came quickly after the run.  She couldn't even savor the blissful edge like she preferred to do.  Holding off the peak so she could ride the pleasure didn't work when she was worked so hard.  Instead she simply ground her hips up into the air, then flopped back down in partial relief.

	"No hot hiking from now on." The beaver panted and dipped her face backward into the water. "Still fucking horny, too.  Damn it, I'm going to have to let it out."

	Lorraine tugged her top off, held it in her teeth, and unwound her clitoral rope from her cleavage and around her chest, belly, hips, and leg.  It was a relief to let it float freely downstream from her instead of having it around her body.  No fur tickled it anymore, just the gentle current washing over it.  She looked down to see it stiff to full erection with all the curves leaving it, then sat up to pull her shirt back on.

	"That is so much better."

	She lay back in the water and flattened her wide tail along the bottom under her to keep from being pushed along by it.  Now that she was cooling down, there was no way she was going to hurry.  Not until she masturbated again in a little while anyway.  Something she didn't even need to take her clothes off to do.

	The beaver didn't look around.  Anybody who saw her would see her fully clothed and probably wouldn't even notice the dark pink flesh running from the tail opening of her pants into the water.  If they did say it, they probably still wouldn't know what it was.

	Nobody came and nobody noticed.  Nobody but a garter snake about to dip into the water anyway.  The not quite two foot long reptile noticed something long in the water and flicked it's tongue into the air curiously to taste the world around it.  The taste of female in the air made it perk up with interest.  Other snakes nearby tasted the same intriguing scent in the air some seconds later, but the first had already slipped in and swam towards what it saw as another, much larger and very receptive, snake.

	The snake playfully bumped the dark pink length when it got to it.  Lorraine didn't notice the light bump and it took the lack of response as consent to mate.  It coiled quickly around her clitoris and tried to find the other snake's cloaca with it's hemipenes already out and rubbing against her.

	Had she not been rubbing the base of her clitoris where it came out from her pants, Lorraine would have been more concerned at the sudden bumping down there.  She did look down, but since the snake wasn't very big, was a few meters away, and in the water, she couldn't see anything.  The squirming down there felt good, too.

	More snakes slid into the water toward the first.  They also scented a female.  It wasn't quite right for a snake, but it sure looked like one and that was close enough for any male.  When they reached the beaver's long clitoris, they wrapped right around it with the first one.  One by one, snake after snake joined the orgy.  By the time the first had grown frustrated at not finding a hole and slipped out of the middle, the mating ball was well underway and growing.

	Lorraine's arousal was growing again, but the intensity of the snakes wrapping around each other and her clit made her sit up anyway and take notice.  She grabbed at her rope-like flesh and heaved it back to her, eyes widening at the sight of the weird ball on the end.  That wide eyed worry turned to fear when she saw the writhing mass around the last twenty inches of her clitoris.

	Pulling herself in faster and staring right at the end, the beaver didn't even notice the lone snake swimming along the shaft in search of a female's cloaca.  Its tongue flicked out constantly with just its head sticking out of the water.  When it was right next to her hips, it finally followed her clitoris into her pants and finally found what it was looking for.  The shape was wrong, but the sex mad reptile didn't care.

	He slipped into Lorraine's pants under her tail, followed the woman's clit, and drove his small hemipenes into her pussy when he finally found that inviting slit.  The taste told him all he needed to know while he writhed against and coiled around the very root of her clitoral shaft.  Lorraine's fear of what she saw and constant yanking on her sensitive flesh gave him several seconds of loving before she noticed something was wrong down there, too.

	She dropped her long stiff clit when she finally felt the movement in her pants and yanked the button and zipper open.  Both eyes clenched shut at the sight of the little garter snake coiled about her shaft.  A snort came from her throat, followed by a laugh.

	The snake had pulled partially out and given her a good view of his bright reddish-pink hemipenes when he'd been exposed.  Lorraine dropped her hands and kept laughing at what was happening.  She knew snake anatomy from school and internet.  She realized what was happening.  As scary as it was, the fact that the little guy had mistaken her clitoris for a female snake had her shaking and laughing at the same time.

	He wasn't biting, he wasn't even hissing, and he was rather cute with his colorful scales.  He was just trying to breed what he thought was another snake.  It felt pretty good once she fought the fear.  He wasn't very big, but he was very fast driving it in and out.  A memory of a certain snake mating situation brought her eyes up to the end of her clit again.  They were all male snakes trying to get the same and the only female.  Every one of them had made the same mistake.

	So many wriggling bodies against her sensitive length was wonderful when she let her body relax to enjoy it.  Her hands still clenched and her wide tail really wanted to swat at them, but she didn't let it.  They were harmless garter snakes.  Even if they bit her there would be no real harm.  Just let them do their thing.  Just let them do her.  The one actually fucking her really was pretty good!

	Lorraine took a deep breath and grasped her breasts through her shirt.  She needed something to do with her hands and that was as good as any since her lover certainly wasn't going to let her hold him! Another orgasm was approaching rapidly and she hoped her snakes wouldn't be alarmed be her clit pulsing and stiffening more with it.

	The snake between her legs hissed at the beaver's body shifting under him, but he was too close to finishing to worry much.  His whole body coiled tighter around the female's deep pink body to keep her from slithering away and kept working her.  He could taste her musk more intensely than before.  Her slick lubricant completely covered and surrounded him with more leaking from Lorraine constantly.

	Those at the end of her clitoris didn't stop either.  The ball of males were still writhing with more joining as the scent traveled.  Many of the ones in the middle were soaked with semen already, but they couldn't get out yet.  Her scent wouldn't let them go and neither would the others above them even though they had already finished against the weird female.

	Lorraine's breath came shallower with her arousal and pleasure at their peak.  She held out against the pleasure, clenching her legs and digging her claws into her palm, but the snakes were too eager and her body too hot to delay it more than a few seconds.  Her lover came in her first, his cum squirting in with surprising force, and she came not even two seconds later.

	Her trouser snake stayed still throughout her pulsing clenching orgasm, marveling at the exotic cloaca he'd found, but darted off into the water the moment Lorraine's body sagged back down into the water when her orgasm let up.  He paused to look back when he was at the bank in safety, then slithered away.  His job was done.

	Still breathing heavily as she calmed back down, Lorraine was left to wonder what to do about the mating ball still squirming at the end of her clitoris.  With her arousal drastically diminished again, the long flesh softened and thinned.  They probably wouldn't notice.  She wrapped her hands around the shaft and gave a firm YANK.  Almost an inch thinner with loss of erection and completely soaked in snake semen, it popped right out of the ball.  None of the snakes even seemed to notice, except for one which quickly slithered out after it, then turned to shore.

	"Well... that was new." The beaver pushed herself back up to her feet and set about wrapping her sensitive flesh rope around her waist and torso again. "Never thought a snake would do that... Fun, but my legs are STILL shaking."

	They were shaking for several minutes on the way back around the trail.  It was still a hot day, but the water kept her cool enough as it evaporated from her fur and clothes that she didn't overstimulate herself again.  She was pretty much dry by the time she got back to the bus stop.  None of the people looked at her at all so she was sure they had no idea what had happened.  That worked for her, but she kept sniffing her fingers on the trip.

	They were still strongly smelling of snake cum from where she'd curiously fingered herself.  It wasn't the best scent, but she couldn't stop sniffing it.  Her mom was going to be jealous.  That woman wanted her clit all for herself.
