Author's Note: This is smut and assumes you're over 18 in reading it.
Tags: XCOM 2, female Viper x female human, showerplay, scissoring, breathplay, choking

With Unification Day approaching, the call for gene therapy by our Benefactors in phases did much to alleviate the worry of the pressing XCOM threat. For most of the coalition citizens, that meant wards, inoculation, adaptation to old diseases that were potential hazards even -before- Unification. More intense than mere vaccination, we literally were injected with viruses meant to target our white blood cells with specific genomic data against diseases I could only imagine in our medieval history! Bioterrorism, man, scary fucking shit.

But three days of missing classes and recouping? Man, that's harsh. I can only imagine just how big a hit that must be to transnational economy. And that's not even beginning with the days I had to wait in worry for my girlfriend. She's in national security, you see. ADVENT called their guardsmen and women for scanning and a tighter genemodding regiment. As the days drew closer to Uni Day, I worried all the more. One week with no word, no sign? I already feared I had to hear she was going to be deployed for Uni Day security out in Bruxelles or something.

Imagine my surprise then when I head back home, after classes, after shopping, getting ready to prep for weekend performance and some quick dinner, to hearing some of my tracks for tomorrow night on loop, the hallway a little trodden and messy, and the sound of the showers. My surprise turned to elation, however. Stheno's back home.

I creep behind into the living room, towards the bathroom, seeing the telltale sign of my girlfriend's movement through the apartment. Some of the carts and wheeled desks slid aside haphazardly, a towel there on the floor, near the open bathroom door. Steam is billowing outwards from it.

I could feel my breath hitching in anxiety. It's been a week since I've last seen my snek. Since we worried together about the genemodding. I couldn't even stick around her, the doctors said, because of the more invasive, intensive procedures. Just how much could have happened to my serpentine muse? All I could hear was the clatter of the shower, the rush, the occasional splash of water. I bite my lower lip, and then steadily strip down. I could use a shower as well, anyway. And I missed my baby something fierce.

I step out into the bathroom, setting my bare feet down on the towels Stheno had set out on the floor for any water that might spill into the living room otherwise. There's only so much you can do to adjust your living space for a Viper when you initially have lived by yourself. But in the wide-open shower stall, I can see my snek sitting upright on her coils under the warm stream of waters, pressing her hands against the tiled walls. Her tail end of her lower body drapes out of the stall, and I adjust to the sheer fogginess and the dim light of the bathroom to look at Stheno. 

She hasn't noticed me? I approach, a little carefully, not intending to spook her. "Hey babe," I call to her, trying to make out details. It's hard to tell. She's all there, right? The diamond pattern across her back with the slight bleeding of browns and blacks at the bottom and top of her base of her neck. The swell of lighter scales at the right side of her hood. I walk closer, smiling at realizing she hasn't changed at all.

"Heeey," I hear a hoarse voice croak out from the shower. 

I freeze in my tracks, shaking a little. It came from my girlfriend. But I never heard her like that ever before. I approach slowly, and see her head slightly turn towards me across her left shoulder. Her hood flexes and relaxes in something like relaxation. I approach, stepping over her tail, setting my feet into the stall, my right hand pressing up against her broad left shoulder.

She's changed. My Viper's shoulders are slightly broader. A definition of lean muscles that just feels out there on her, so sudden and unexpected. I brush my hand across the small of her back, pausing at feeling something hard and knobby jutting from her sleek, muscular back. I look closer, and realize as my fingers draw up along her, several metallic studs about twice the size of my thumbnail had been set into her spine, just above her shoulder blades, at the base of her neck. The skin around those metal plugs  had all the scales removed, leaving Stheno's skin tender, soft and pink.

I let my hands collect the waters raining down on us, slowly stroking down over her bare back. Stheno whimpers just slightly as my fingers draw over those protruding plugs, before I slowly draw my fingers away from her. Shock, apprehension, concern all wash over me. But when I see how uncertain and worried Stheno's eyes darted between me and the tiles on the wall, I just... wilted.

"Oh, Stheno," I say softly up at her, leaning up against her side. I wrap my left arm around hers, hugging up against her. I feel just how thick her arm now feels. In every single way, in just so subtle a fashion, Stheno looks bigger.

"Just what have they done to you, baby?"

Keeping her right hand against the wall to lean against, her left hand disengages from the wall to motion with low, sweeping motions. First to herself, then down, and pushing downwards in front of her hips with her palm motioning downwards. Should be done with two hands, I realize, but I get the meaning.
>I just came home.

I crane my head up towards her, burying my face against her upper arm and shoulder. I kiss her scaled skin, soaking with her in the heat of the shower.

"I missed you. I was worried you'd already be out in the field, you know?" I say softly, barely audible over the clatter of the water falling on us both. My hands wander, brush over her arm, her hip, her back.

She motions with her left hand, but I grip it by the wrist. I gently pull her hand against me, looking up at her. She looks torn, not sure how to answer. But then she tries. A deep, hoarse woman's voice that I had not ever imagined to hear from my beautiful snek. As if she'd been screaming at a concert or a festival. But there's something absolutely honeying to her tone. The words come uneven and uncertain. As if she can't believe her own new voice speaking from her lips.

"I will be, the day after tomorrow." A pause. She's trying to find the words to speak. "G-Guesss I won't sssee you perform tomorrow either."

I slowly slide back from her arm and press myself up against her lower back. I feel small compared to her, and I find my hands don't quite as easily clasp their fingers into each other across her stomach as before. She sinks back on her lower body against me, hissing low. Even her normal, natural sounds now sound strained, unfamiliar. Oh baby, what have they done to you.

"Just our luck, huh?" I finally ask as I nuzzle into the crease of her shoulder blades. My nose bumps into that stud down low below them, looking at the stainless metallic object marring my snek's scales. Stheno whimpers, but it doesn't sound comfortable.

"Pleassse," she hisses, "you ssshouldn't..."

I kiss the sensitive, scaleless skin. I can only imagine how much these... things have hurt her. What could these plugs be used for? My fingers press into her stomach's belly scutes. She inhales sharply, her breathing uneven. I pull my lips away from her spine, kissing along her shoulder blade up under her left arm.

She turns her upper body around on her slender, long lower body, her golden brown scales pressing close against my front and side. She looks solemn. I kiss her armpit, pressing up under her upright arm until I slowly drawn down against her side, until I look up at her just between the mounds of her muscular chest.

"You're beautiful," I assure her. "You're perfect. Perfect in every single way."

I can feel her lower body coiling against my rump and calves. I sink back into her thick tail. My hands find her arms, and I hold on tight as she brings me up against her. She stammers, uncertain whether she should speak.

"I meant what I said. You are beautiful. You haven't changed one bit."

Stheno hides her lower lip behind the stiff scales of her upper lip. "I have a voissse like yoursss. Thessse sssoldier boossstsss. I might grow ssstill. I have-"

"-ven't changed one bit," I interrupt her, and firmly grip her hood. And then kiss my woman on her snout.

Stheno holds me by the back of my head and the small of my back. I can feel how she cants her head and turns her mouth to mine. I feel the thick, black muscle of her tongue force my jaws apart. I can feel her twin points of her taster drape and drag across the back of my tongue, a momentary surge of retching filling me before my gag reflex steadied itself. She holds me like this, my mind wondering when I could expect the lack of air overtake me. Instead, I wait, until my tongue slithers up to the underside of hers, her spittle and mine mixing in my mouth.

We kiss the deepest, she and I. I can tell she's crying. Her cobra-like hood, after all, does stop some of the water dripping down over me, over her own face. I squeeze at her, I press my small breasts up against her body. I pull my face back from hers, and then close my lips around the thick shaft of muscle of her tongue, lathering it with affection. I suck. I smack. She pulls it back. I kiss the keratinous scales of her upper lip. 

"Stheno..."

She slowly pulls me into her lap, drawing my legs apart against her own serpentine body. She watches me get comfortable against her, before cupping my cheeks against her coils. She pretty much plops herself down in the shower, water displacing under her bulk while she is cradling me against her large frame, her upper body blanketing mine.

I could spend hours heating up in the shower with her.

She tastes me, lets her thick tongue slip and ooze over my breasts, up my neck, along my jaw, and to my face. She whispers my name. My lips part in wordless surprise, stammering at hearing my muse. I never thought I'd hear her say-

"I love you," she hisses. And then forces her tongue back where it belongs. In me. My throat is full. My throat aches. My body arches against her, and my heat joins hers. She twists her tongue against the anterior of my gullet, absolutely blocking my airway. I gasp around her, swallowing, absolutely stuck against her body. My body contorts, grinds, squirms and tenses. Part of me fights to get away. Part of me fights to never leave her. My eyes sting as I feel the ache of her tongue pushing and pulling against my esophagus, throatfucking me like she owns me.

My vision goes starry. I beat with my fists against her lower body. Her hands firmly maul my tits. My pussy grinds to warm, squishy flesh. I am helpless as Stheno holds me and uses me as she sees fit. I can't stop twitching. Every inch of my skin feels as if it's ignited, every drop of water splashing like drops of liquid fire on me. I almost go dark when she pulls back. Air rushes into my lungs as I breathe in deep, gasping, sobbing. Stheno positively humps into me, my thighs aching under her strength with her every bucking grind.

My toes curl when my throat is filled to the brim once more, my momentary cry of protest silenced under the thickness of her tongue. I cannot even moan my joy out to my beautiful woman as her large body squirms atop of mine, her fingers painfully trapping my nipples between them and twisting them to sore tenderness. But that is nothing to the joy I feel as Stheno holds me. I go light in the head, my eyes rolling into my sockets steadily as I swallow around her tongue, tensing and twisting in animal panic. I'm losing myself against her. I clench, deep inside. I peak, I positively leak. I clench my eyes and feel my tears draw over my cheeks.

She pulls back in time for me to savour me. I'm twitching, I'm bucking, I'm hoarsely crying out and whimper when I lose all control. I fuck her back against the swell of her own womanhood, my pussy and her cloaca squelching and squishing against each other. The heat, the constriction... I whimper out when Stheno leaves my throat, my desperate breaths filling my lungs, yet I am nowhere near done. Neither is Stheno. She forces my throat open a third time, and I helplessly go limp against my woman. I can't feel my legs. I just feel, I am the rush of my own blood. My eardrums thump and ache. I can feel my own heartbeat pounding into my very being. And my woman positively choking me ever closer to another peak. I let go. My vision goes white one more time. And I'm gone.

When I awaken, my body hurts. I lie naked in the coils of the Viper woman sprawled out on the bathroom floor. The first thing I register is pain. A dull ache in my throat. An ache in my chest. And then the realization my ribs smart like hell. I feel warm moisture around my face, my nose. Warm air rushes back into my lungs. My hands shoot up towards Stheno's face, squeezing her as I take her breath.

Her resuscitation slows to a halt until she hovers her head over mine, looking down at my glistening face with those ruby red eyes I almost lose myself in. 

She apologizes profusely. She babbles. She says something about those fucking mods. She apologizes, begs me even.

I call her by name. She calls out my own.

"Don't you fucking dare say you're sorry, Stheno," I tell her. My voice sounds almost as hoarse as hers. "You haven't changed one single iota."

I feel her powerful lower body twist and close around me. Her torso rests against my side, her face level with my lower body. And out she draws a towel, gently dapping me dry. She pampers me. Sucks on my feet, my toes. I sigh contently against my woman, pressing my face in the curve of her serpentine lower body. I kiss her hide. I listen to her pulse beating through her scaled skin.

We would make the most of our last day together, tomorrow.