Moontouched 6

Donna sat beside Gwen.  “So what did Sidney want to talk about?”

“I don’t know,” sighed Gwen.  “She didn’t say.  But given the timing, I’m guessing she wants to know what happens here...”

“Yeah.  We talk about it, but...  I haven’t told her all of what we get up to.”

“Look, Donna...  Seeing you and Sidney together, and especially the kids...  I don’t want to mess that up.”

“Does that mean I can’t keep turning you into stuff?”

Gwen shrugged.  “Well... no.”

Donna grinned a too-wide grin.  “Then let’s go dance.”

Up on stage, Leo gave Donna her usual ‘Wild Boys’ mix, and Donna let the magic flow into her dance.  Within the opening bars, her skin darkened, turning mottled black and green.  By the first chorus, she was covered in scales.  Halfway through the song she was slithering about the stage instead of prancing, twining about the poles, though never quite touching Gwen.  She kept her arms, and of course her chest.  The audience watched with bated breath, wondering as one what would happen next.

Leo slid seamlessly into Union of the Snake, and Donna grinned at him, flicking her forked tongue out from between snaky fangs.  Then she fixed her gaze on Gwen, and the other dancer went still, mesmerized.  The music looped, catching them both in the moment.  Gwen slowly shrank from her usual five and change to about four feet tall.  Great round ears popped out from hiding places in her hair, and a thin, hairless tail snaked out from her panties.

Time started again, the song dashed into its chorus... and Donna slid toward Gwen menacingly, jaws agape.  Gwen squeaked, and dashed to the nearest pole to hide behind it.  Several in the audience giggled at the futility of the gesture, but Donna paid them no heed.  On the beat, her body lashed out, going to one side of the pole while Gwen danced away to the other.  Donna’s snaky body spun, lashed again, each time on the beat, and again Gwen dodged away, turning a cartwheel and ending up clinging to the stage’s third pole.

Gwen led Donna a merry chase around the stage, cavorting to the beat of the song while she evaded Donna’s equally synchronized strikes.

At the end, when the music faded away, they moved together, took each other’s hand, and bowed to the audience.  They collected their tribute, then Donna chased Gwen off the stage.

Gwen was laughing up a storm when she bounced into the green room.  “Oh my God, Donna!  That was amazing.  I really thought you were trying to eat me.”

Donna licked her lips with her forked tongue, but didn’t comment.  She turned her head to the other dancers, and slithered over to one who was staring at Gwen, transfixed.  Donna didn’t recognize this one, and studied her for a moment.  She was shorter than everyone but Gwen, and slightly pudgy.  She had magnificent breasts that looked perfect on her frame, and crimson hair to set it all off.

“What’s your name, mousie?” Donna hissed softly into her ear.

“Pat,” the dancer squeaked.

“You even squeak like a mouse,” Donna said with a too-wide grin, showing off thin, pointy teeth.  The way Pat’s eyes focused on her teeth made Donna’s grin go even wider.  “Do you know what snakesss do to tasty little mice?”

Pat squeaked her answer, then just nodded.

“Then a moussse you shall be.”

Pat squeaked again, this time in surprise as she felt a tail wriggle itself out of her panties.  Her ears grew large and round, matching Gwen’s.  Then grey fur dusted her body, and her face pressed out into a partial muzzle.  She stared up at Donna, breathless with wonder and delicious fear.

“Go dance.   Then we’ll have some fun.”

Pat skittered past Gwen on her way to the stage, making her lost height obvious – she matched Gwen’s new stature.  Gwen looked at Donna curiously, but all she got for it was a fresh coat of fur, hers in pale white.  

Donna slithered out into the audience, seeking the one person who wouldn’t pull away from her serpentine form in surprise, worry or fear.  She smiled her fangy grin when she finally saw him, and ‘Creepy’ Dave smiled back.

“How’s my favourite snake doing?”

Donna grinned even wider.  “Oh, I bet you say that to all the women who grow scales for you.”

“Which so far is just the one,” Dave said with a grin.  “More’s the pity.”  He pointed up at the stage, where Pat the mouse-girl was cavorting to catcalls from the audience.  She had a huge grin on her face.  “This one likes to tease me.”

Donna leaned in closer and whispered in his ear, “No teassssing, thiss time.  I’m ready if you are.”

“And is she ready?”

“She has no idea what’s going to happen.”

Dave’s eyes widened, then he scurried off to the bar to scribble on one of the fantasy slips.  Donna grinned, and slithered her way back to the green room.  Once there, she scooped up Gwen in a scaly hug.  “Ready for some fun?”

“What are you planning...”

Donna’s grin got even wider.  “You’ll ssee.  Ah, here’s Rowan now.”  She made her way over to the older woman.  “Crazy Dave’s slip, we’re doing that next.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”  Rowan held Donna’s gaze steadily, until Donna grew larger, looming over her with a predatory grin.  She looked away.  “Fine.  I’ll tell him.”

“Send Pat in to room three when she gets off-stage.  Don’t tell her.”

Rowan’s eyes widened.  “Are you sure?”

“Certain.  Trusst me.”

Gwen and Donna were already dancing for Dave when Pat breathlessly entered the room.  She grinned, and bounced over to her mousy almost-twin, joining in the dance without missing a beat.  Donna was larger than the two girls combined, and as she danced her body stretched longer still.  Her arms melted away into her sides, and her head grew wide and flat.  By the time the first song ended, the mouse-girls were dancing with what looked exactly like an enormous boa constrictor.

The next dance was faster, and the mouse-girls worked themselves up into a lather.  Donna writhed and wriggled next to them, around them, giving them a prop to dance over and under.  Her coils settled about Gwen, making it harder and harder for her to move.  Pat danced on once Gwen was completely entwined.

When Pat saw that she’d lost Dave’s attention, she turned to follow his rapt gaze.  Donna’s great maw had come unhinged, and Gwen’s legs were disappearing into it.  Her breath caught in her throat, and she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the spectacle.

Donna swallowed, dragging Gwen further down her throat.  Gwen struggled in Donna’s coils, but was very effectively pinned.  She was breathing hard, but her moans didn’t sound like moans of distress.

Slowly, inexorably, Gwen’s body vanished into Donna’s massive gullet.  Donna’s methodical swallowing and Gwen’s moans and whimpers were the only sounds to be heard.  Her jaws finally closed on Gwen’s head, and Donna’s body lifted up to ease her prey’s slide to her stomach.  The sudden motion broke the spell, and Pat gasped loudly.

“You ate her!” the other mouse-girl exclaimed.  “You actually... ate her.  Oh.  My.  God.”  She started to hyperventilate when Donna’s unblinking gaze fixed on her.  That great forked tongue flicked out and brushed against her fur, making her squeak.

“Run little mousie,” hissed Donna, and Pat was off.

She tried the doors as Donna slowly slithered after her, but they proved impossible to open.  She was still struggling with a recalcitrant handle when she felt Donna’s tongue flick against her ankle.  She whimpered, and tried to run past the enormous snake.  She only got halfway before the coils closed around a foot.  As more coils curled around her, Pat started to shudder, and she gasped when she felt her feet slip into that great maw.

“Oh yes...” she moaned.  Donna grinned a knowing grin around her disappearing legs as one of Pat’s hands went to her breasts, and the other between her legs.  Her squirming body vanished gulp by gulp, just as Gwen’s had.

When she was done, Donna slithered ponderously over to Dave, pressing her distended belly against his legs.  She coiled herself up in front of him, then twined her upper body around and placed her great head in his lap.

Dave stroked her head softly.  “That was amazing, my pet.  Just...”  He sat in contented silence, watching the lumps in her belly squirm.

After a few minutes, he asked, “Now what happens?”

Donna purred softly at the skricthes between her eyes.  “That is up to you.  In a little bit they’ll become part of me.  But say the word, and I’ll let them go, safe and sound.”

Dave thought about that for a minute, then shrugged.  “I don’t take food from my pets.”

The wriggling shapes inside Donna squirmed more violently as their air supply ran out.  But the burst of activity couldn’t last long, and their struggles slowed and finally stilled.  Dave bit his lip, but said nothing.  He leaned forward to stroke that great belly, and under his hands it gurgled then started to shrink.

Donna grew as her belly emptied, her coils rustling over the floor as they stretched out, longer and longer, covering the room in scales.  Dave watched this, transfixed.  

“There’ss room for one more morssel...” hissed Donna in his ear.  Dave watched her jaw unhinge and open wider than his head, wider than his shoulders.  He couldn’t tear his gaze away.

“Oh look,” said Donna matter-of-factly.  “We’re out of time.”  She licked him on the cheek with her black, dry tongue, and slithered off to the door.

In the green room, Donna curled up in a big, contented pile.  Until Rowan lifted up her head and stared her straight in the eye.  “Bring them back.”

Donna sighed hugely.   “If I must.”

“Yes.  You must.”  Rowan’s voice had iron in it, though Donna could smell the tiniest hint of fear behind it.  She flickered her tongue at Rowan in disappointment, and started to work on finding the dispersed bits of Gwen and Pat throughout her body.  After a minute, Gwen slid out from between her coils, human once more.

“The new girl, too.”  Rowan tapped her foot impatiently.  A moment later, Pat’s mousy form popped out of the coils as well.  Rowan nodded sharply, then turned and walked away.

“You... ate us,” whispered Pat, wonderingly.  “I felt myself die.”  She patted her furry body down.  “And now I’m fine?”

“I can’t believe you did that!” hissed Gwen.  “I thought I could trust you.”

“What?  You were mice.  I’m a snake,” Donna said, sounding slightly hurt.  “I was just doing what came naturally.”

“Would you have brought us back if Rowan hadn’t forced the issue?” asked Gwen.

“You wouldn’t have died,” Donna said dismissively.  “You were living parts of me.”

“Donna!  This isn’t like you.  Talk to me.”

So Donna spilled the entire tale, of how she’d turned herself mentally into a snake, and eaten the mice in her basement.  How she’d been so horrified at what she’d done that she’d left the snake in control.  The snake that liked eating mice.

Pat squeaked at that last, then reached out to touch Donna’s thin, serpentine lips.  “This mouse loved it.  Thank you.”  She kissed Donna’s cheek, then bounced off to sign up for another round of dancing.

Gwen shook her head.  “Takes all kinds, I guess.  The swallowing was fun, but I’d rather not feel myself asphyxiate again.”

“I would never let you die.  Your spirit is too bright, I could never lose it.”

Gwen sighed.  “That’s sweet.  But I’d rather not have you trying to off me in the first place.  Can you change your mind back to normal?”

Donna looked away, coils slithering anxiously.  “I can... but that me is going to get all stressed about the mice again.”

“Do it anyway,” Gwen said, her voice firm.

Donna shuddered and collapsed in on herself, emerging as a human woman once more, and clutching Gwen tight.  “I’m so sorry,” she whispered.  Then she rushed to the bathroom and was violently ill.  Three mangled mouse corpses got flushed down the toilet.

Gwen kneeled with Donna, holding her hair back and stroking her back softly.  “Ssh, ssh.  It’s okay.  No harm done.”

“No harm done?” cried Donna.  “They’re dead, beyond my retrieving now.”  She curled up in a ball and started to shrink in on herself, her body collapsing toward smaller, simpler forms.

Gwen watched with alarm as Donna melted away.  “Stop that!”  What was left of Donna stopped shrinking.  Gwen scooped up the fuzzy grey blob, carried it out of the bathroom.  She could almost feel the self-loathing pouring off of it as it squirmed in her hands.  She hissed at it, “Snap out of it!  You don’t have to do this to yourself.”

The blob twitched and stiffened at the impact of the words, then it started to grow larger.  It acquired a face, limbs, and slowly became something recognizable if slightly mouse-tinged.

“Were you really more upset about the mice than eating actual people?”

Donna shook out her limbs, human again.  She took a deep calming breath, then nodded slowly.  “I was still in some control, then.  The snake would have let you die, but I knew I could keep it painless.  I also knew that absorbing you quickly and making you part of me would forestall death.  You were in no danger.”

Gwen snorted.  “Wish I knew that at the time.  Still, it makes some sense.  Pat and I were willing victims.  Heck, I think Pat would go again, even knowing what was in store.  I would too, if you skipped the asphyxiation part and went straight on to the good bit.”

Donna lifted her head to look at Gwen curiously.  “The good bit?”

“The bit where you make me part of your body.  Yeep!”  Gwen’s body melted into Donna’s, becoming part of her ballooning breasts.  A moment later, Gwen’s face appeared on Donna’s left breast.

“Oops.  That sounded like a request.”  Donna’s tone wasn’t in the least apologetic.

Gwen chuckled softly, which made Donna moan.  “It was.”  She stuck out her tongue, and licked the nipple that was in place of her nose.  Donna moaned even more loudly, which made Gwen grin, then sigh.  “Let me out.”

And just like that, Donna’s breasts emptied and Gwen was human once more.  “Aww.  So soon?”

“I... it’s one thing when you’re a snake.  Another when you’re a woman.”

“Sidney,” sighed Donna.

“Yeah.”

Donna looked away, saw Pat waiting by the stage door.  “Come on, I want to see Dave’s expression when she shows up on stage.”

They scooted out into the audience.  To avoid being spotted by Dave, Donna turned her hair blonde, and let it fall in waves about her face.  When the music started, and a crimson-haired grey-furred mouse-girl danced out onto the stage, Dave’s face showed a momentary confusion.  Then he smiled in what Donna thought was relief.  She smiled as well, and approached him.

“Not disappointed?”

“Hm?  Oh!  I didn’t recognize you with hair.  No.  Not at all.  I didn’t want a death on your hands, or mine... but I couldn’t break out of the scene.  You were incredible.  Thank you.”  He pressed something cold and round into Donna’s hand, and she reflexively closed her hand around it.

The weight made her realize it wasn’t a normal coin, and she glanced down at it.  The bright sheen of gold met her eyes, and she looked up at him in wonder.

“You were worth it, and much more.”  He grinned, saluted her with his drink, then turned to watch Pat dance, a reminiscent smile on his face.  “Do you think she’d be willing to do that again?”

Donna watched Pat dance, smiling.  “She loved it.  If my throat was a waterslide, she’d ride it all day.”

Dave almost spilled his drink.  “That... is a tempting idea.  My estate is big enough.  Come stay for a month, be a waterslide.  One where you get swallowed by an enormous snake at the top, then slide through its insides, splashing down in the pool at the end.”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you.  Perhaps sometimes the person wouldn’t show up at the other end...”

Dave sucked in a breath, and Donna continued.  “Well, not right away.  Just a little spot to tuck some lucky person away for long enough to make them sweat...”  She laughed at his expression.  “Too much?”

“No.  That would be... incredible.  Please?  I’d pay anything you ask.”

Donna turned her head away from him, biting her lip.  “I can’t.”

“Aww.  Why not?”

“I can’t ask for money for what I do.  The magic doesn’t work that way.”

Dave chuckled.  “Pity.  I would make you a very rich woman.  Or perhaps a very rich snake.  Are you sure?”  He looked down at her hand, the golden coin within it.  “You accepted that easily enough.”

“Gifts are fine, freely given.  Making the magic conditional on them is not.”

“Ah.  Inconvenient.”

Donna smiled, and shook her head.  “I’ve come to love it.  Everyone here has been wonderful, and asking for payment for every little breast augmentation or fantastic change... It would cheapen it.  Besides, everyone tips generously.  I make out very well at the end of the night.”

“I could put you on retainer.  Pay you just to spend the month at my estate, no strings attached.”

“That could work, but... I have a family, a job, a mortgage to pay.  I can’t just disappear.”

Dave sighed.  “I know.  Life goes on.  These nights are magic.  But the rest of the month...”

“The rest of the month, I’m just a normal, ordinary person, with a normal, ordinary life.  I save all the weird up, and let it out here.”

Gwen came up to them then, and tugged at Donna’s hand.  “Come on, the fantasies are piling up.”

“Duty calls, I see,” said Dave with a smile.  “Have fun.”

“I will.  And don’t look so down, you’ll see your favourite snake-girl up there again before too long.”  She flickered a forked tongue at him, and he laughed.

Back in the green room, there were the usual round of celebrity impersonations.  Vanessa had a handful of slips and was nearly dancing with glee at the thought of spending time as Lady Gaga.

“You know.  Just being a woman isn’t really Gaga’s style,” mused Vanessa.  “Can you do something weird to me?”

Donna grinned.  “I could add some scales... or even turn your arms into snakes.”

“Oooh!  Yeah, let’s try that.”  Vanessa watched in fascination as scales spread down from her shoulders, converting muscle and bone underneath them to sinuous shapes.  She wriggled her arms experimentally as the changes continued, then stumbled when her hands became snake’s heads instead.

Donna reached out to steady her, holding her by the shoulder.  “Are you OK?”

“Fine!  Just... dizzy.  Seeing from three perspectives at once, with two of them moving... it kind of threw me off for a bit.  Give me a minute to adjust, I’ll be fine.”  Vanessa closed her eyes, and peered around with one of her snake-hands instead.  “Can I speak with them?” she asked.

Donna shook her head.  “I didn’t run air passages to them, sorry.  They’re mostly decorative.”

“Pity.  Maybe next time I can sing three-part harmony.”  Vanessa closed the snakes’ eyes and opened the ones in her head.  “This is going to be fun even so.  Thanks!”  She gave Donna a snaky hug, and giggled when she pulled back to find Donna covered in scales.  “Am I that infectious?”

Donna flicked a forked tongue at her.  “I jusssst like ssnakesss.”

Vanessa laughed, and sashayed off to her appointment, snakes swishing sinuously through the air.

Nissa was disappointed there were no requests for Marilyn, but hoped that it would come up later. She made do with Geena Lee Nolin.  “No accounting for taste,” she said with a grin.

“Hit the buzzer if your guy is a Sheena fan.  I’ll turn you into a panther for him.  Just warn Ben you might do it for that reason, OK?”

Nissa laughed.  “That would be fun.  I’ll tell him.”

After that, Donna asked Rowan if she had anything fun for her in the queue.

“Well,” said the older woman, looking through the pile.  “There’s a couple you worked with before.  Something about a birthday gift, but it’s kind of vague.  I can put them in room two...”

“More couples therapy?  Let’s see what they need.”

A few minutes later Donna smiled at a familiar face.  “Kerry, was it?  Hi.”

The slim, almost bust-less woman stood up from where she’d been perched beside her boyfriend.  She shook Donna’s hand, and had her top off before Donna could say anything else.  The scars from her mastectomy were fainter than before.

“Ah,” said Donna softly.  “You didn’t keep them.”

Kerry shook her head.  “I couldn’t.  It was fun to have boobs again, but after a few days I started to stress out about the possibility of cancer.  It’s not worth it.”

Donna perched on a stool while Kerry sat down again.  “So what can I do for you this time?”

“Well, Jim wanted to do something nice for my birthday.  But... well, it’s kind of a gift for him, too.  Having breasts back for a week was fun for him, but for me... Oh, it was magic.  The surgery took all the feeling away, you see.  I... if I could just have my nipples back, I’d be so happy.”

Donna smiled.  “Well, I can certainly do that much.  Or perhaps a little more.”

Kerry shook her head violently.  Her dark, straight hair flared out, battering against Jim’s face.  He seemed used to it.  “No!  No breasts.  I can’t face losing them again.”

Donna pondered for a time, then started to smile.  “There was something I tried for another dancer...  What if I made them inflatable?”

“Inflatable?” asked Kerry and Jim wonderingly.  She looked at him, and he nodded.  “That would be pretty cool,” he said.  “Air can’t get cancer.  And there wouldn’t be any awkward questions like last time.”

Kerry grinned.  “Do it.  Oh!”  She looked down at her chest.  The faint scars were fading further, and the unevenness was smoothing out.  Nipples grew in, pale and shallow, but wide.  She brushed her fingers over them, and moaned in pleasure.  “Oh, how I missed you.”

She continued in that vein until Jim nudged her.  “Try out the other!  I want to see...”

Kerry blushed, and lowered her hands.  She looked over at Donna.  “So... how does this work, then?”

“Take a deep breath, and hold it tight.  Then compress your lungs as if you were exhaling, but don’t let the air out.”

Kerry tried that, and her face turned red from the exertion.  She let out a puff of air, disappointed.  “Nothing.”

“Don’t tense up your chest so much.  You need to relax.  Try to feel the muscles under your breasts relaxing.”

“The what now?” asked Kerry, puzzled.

“Just try it.”

This time, she strained and squeaked... then one breast started to slowly get bigger.  When she let out the rest of her breath with a sigh, Jim laughed.  “You’re lopsided!”

“This isn’t easy!” complained Kerry.  “I wish you could see what it was like.”

As Kerry tried to balance her inflation out, Jim frowned.  “I feel... weird.”  He opened a few buttons on his shirt, and stared down at the receding hair on his chest.  “What’s happening?”

Donna brazened it out.  “Birthday wish, one per customer.  You get ‘em too.”

“But I didn’t mean...” Kerry protested.  “Well, maybe I did.”  She giggled.  “Now you get to see what it’s like, buster.  This could be fun!”

“Fun?” Jim whispered.

Kerry reached inside his shirt, and teased at the enlarged nipples she found there.  Jim shuddered.  “Oh... wow.”

“C’mon,” urged Kerry.  “I bet I can get mine evened out before you do.”

Jim laughed.  “You’re on.”  He sorted out the trick of inflating himself more quickly than Kerry had, but she had a good head start.  She was evened out nicely before he had added a cup, and watched in rapt fascination as Jim’s growing globes forced his shirt further open.  A button popped open, and they sprung free.

“Oh...  Wow.  You’re huge!”  Kerry giggled as she poked at her sweetie’s chest.  “Wow.  They look... real.  Perkier than any real breast would be.”

Donna shrugged.  “They are full of air after all.  Fantasy boobs.”

Jim barked a laugh.  “Yeah.”  He reached out to feel Kerry’s breasts.  “I could get used to this.”

Kerry eyes went misty and wistful.  She turned to Donna.  “Please say it’s possible to keep these.”

“Come with me.  Jim, wait here for a minute, OK?”

Donna led the mystified Kerry through the green room.  Kerry’s eyes were wide as she saw a mouse-girl, another with snakes for arms, and a third that came up to Donna to ask for a tail.  She got a long scaly one that looked like it belonged on a lizard.

As they approached the back door, Kerry asked, “Is it always like this?”

Donna laughed.  “Usually it’s crazier.  Go out, look up at the Moon.”

“Why?”

Donna let the snake in her speak.  “Trusst me.”

Kerry nodded.  She was back a minute later, smiling happily.  “What was that?  It’s like I’ve spent a month with these already.”

“Now they’re yours for good.  Enjoy.”  Donna led her back to her sweetie.  “I’d suggest keeping Jim away from the Moon, though.  If he can’t handle having those for a month, he’ll lose them.”

Kerry skipped happily to the room.  “Oh, I wouldn’t worry.  Jim’s way kinkier than he lets on.”

Jim looked up at that.  “Kinkier than what?”

Kerry grinned.  “Come on.  Let’s go play.”

Donna watched them go with a smile on her face.  “Crazy kids.  I should set myself up with those.”

Rowan handed her another couples slip as soon as she returned.

“What is this?  Counselling night?”

Rowan grinned even wider, and shooed her off to room two again.

Donna opened the door and her eyes widened.  “Arwen?”