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Twin Great White Snakes Technique	By : eliseolisbos Category: Naruto > General Views: 20095 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. Any original characters and settings are mine.
Notes: No set time-line, but probably occurs a few years after Orochimaru left Konoha, and long before the Chūnin Exam Arc…if you care about all that. Most of the tags are really story-codes required for adult-fanfiction.org, but I just used them since I'm gonna post there too, eventually. Hope you enjoy reading this. Thanks to Evil Empire for setting up the Fanfic Contest over at Futanari Palace, I had fun giving it a shot!

Story Tags: anal, bestiality, challengefic, clones, clonecest, complete, double penetration, egg-laying (very brief mention), fingering, futanari/dickgirls, incest, masturbation, minor1 (minor involved, under 14), minor2 (minor involved, 14-18), original characters, pregnancy (very brief mention), oneshot, oral, transformation, voyeurism

Sublime Transformation: Twin Great White Snakes Technique

Prologue

"Will it hurt, Orochimaru-sensei?" Anko asked, her voice low. The thirteen-year-old chūnin sat on a high, metallic table, gripping the curved edges with both hands. She was dressed in a loose grey shift, the thin material tickling the middle of her legs as she swung them. The large space of the lab, one of many that her sensei owned, was filled almost to capacity with tall glass receptacles. These contained clear liquid and the results of her sensei's many experiments. She didn't like to look too closely at the twisted shapes floating in shadowy depths. Her mind seemed to hurt if she regarded the still, fleshy horrors for too long.

At a desk which stood perpendicular to Anko's metal table, Orochimaru carefully mixed his potions. His ash-white face was illuminated by the only light-source in the lab, a bright lamp hanging from the high ceiling.

Without glancing at her, he said in his raspy voice, "You are a kunoichi of Konoha. The aspect of pain should not be any consideration of yours."

Anko nodded; he was right, of course. He had trained her well, with brutal tactics and spectacular results. However, her sensei was more of a scientist than a teacher; she wished that she could be of more help to him, instead of just providing a healthy body with pliable chakra on which to do tests. Orochimaru said his work was very important to the village and she had no reason to disbelieve his words.

In a far softer tone, he continued, "You will be unconcious for most of the transformation. There will be some soreness, but you can handle it." He turned his head and gave her a long, flat look. The purple markings which started in the corners of his eyes and went down the sides of his narrow nose seemed to join the rest of the shadows on his face.

Anko dipped her chin in agreement once more. Orochimaru-sensei had helped her develop many things, the least of which was an extremely high tolerance to pain. She would help him in any way she could.

His closest hand darted out, a blur of pale skin and dark sleeve, and Anko felt a small biting sensation in her upper arm. She glanced down and saw a thin trickle of blood welling up out of a small pinprick. The room became hazy and her head spun. She moved to lie down on her back and closed her eyes.

Anko hoped she would hear the rasping voice of her sensei say something, in comfort or otherwise...but there was nothing but silence and encroaching darkness as she descended into unconciousness.

++

four years later

The other shinobi filed out of the Mission Room, chatting in small groups about their plans to spend the wages they'd just been handed. Anko kept away from the main bulk of them, her hands stuck in the pockets of her long coat.

"You're off-duty for a few days, right, Anko-chan?" A loud voice called from behind her and she curled her lips into a sneer, turning around to look at Maito Gai. He was dressed as ridiculously as usual, his jumpsuit an eyesore of green. He grinned widely as if he thought they were friends.

"What's it to you?" She kept her tone flat and unwelcoming, but in typical Gai fashion, he didn't take the hint.

The afternoon sunlight glinted brightly off the expanse of his teeth. "Asuma, Kurenai and I have a break, too! We were planning to go to up to that inn near the Shining River, spend a few days. I'm trying to get Kakashi to go too, but you know how he is..."

He rambled on, but Anko had tuned him out about fifteen seconds ago. She already had plans, and they included a whorehouse about three villages to the east of Konoha. Just thinking of her regular girl, so young and pliant, tiny and so very willing, made her mouth water and her nipples tighten with want.

She was about to cut off Gai in the sharpest way possible, when a cloaked ANBU landed beside them, face hidden behind the decorated white mask. The deep hood of the ANBU's cloak covered any identifying strands of hair.

"Mitarashi." The ANBU's voice was pitched softly, and seemed to be that of a male. "Sandaime Hokage summons you."

Anko stifled a sigh. She hoped it was nothing important, but the Hokage hardly summoned anyone just for a friendly chat.

"Have fun," she told Gai. She really didn't care if they had fun or not; Gai, Asuma and Kurenai were always trying to get people to come along on their happy-fun-times. No wonder Kakashi avoided them like the plague.

"Oh, we will!" Gai's tone was one of blithe ignorance. "Join us if you can!"

There was really no chance she would join them, so she said nothing as she jumped onto the roof of the Mission Room and made her way to the Hokage's offices.

++

"They were found at the main gates," Sandaime Hokage said in his deceptively mild manner. "Intelligence indicates that they have escaped from one of Orochimaru's laboratories in the south-west."

Anko stared at the files which lay open on the Hokage's massive desk. In each of them was a single sheet of a report, a large photograph attached. Both images were of girls so alike that it seemed almost insufficient to call them 'twins'. Their resemblance to Anko was also fairly disquieting: the same dark-blue shade of hair, except that their locks were very long and stringy; the same heart-shaped face; even the way their wide eyes tilted up at the outer corners. However, while they had brown irises just like Anko, their black, yellow-edged pupils were shaped like slits.

"They're his experiments," Anko said in a tight voice, fists clenched as she stared at the two photographs. The girls seemed to be about three or four years younger than Anko.

The Hokage's responding sigh was low but heavy. Orochimaru had been his student, and according to all accounts, had been a brilliant one. Orochimaru's experiments and defection from the village must be a source of constant remorse and even guilt to the old man. He probably felt pity for Anko, like everyone else, because of the physical changes wrought on her by Orochimaru's tests and concoctions.

Anko didn't bother to clarify their point of view or ameliorate their emotional response; she didn't mind the physical alterations, not so much. In fact, she enjoyed at least one of them with greedy gusto.

Yet after all the painful procedures, a curse-seal boiling its three-pointed way into the skin of her neck, Orochimaru had told her that she had been 'insufficient'. He had simply abandoned her in one of his numerous, hidden labs despite her willing, constant obedience. It had only been a few days after that shinobi from Konoha had located her and carried her home, starved and weak, but it had been enough time for a feral hatred to build up in her heart.

Insufficient. The word had meant nothing when thrown about by her arrogant but ultimately useless family; from her beloved sensei, her hero, it had felt like a kunai to the throat.

Now, she skimmed the reports on the Hokage's desk. Whoever had written these had a large, clear hand; probably a medi-nin.

JIMUGURI was the name printed in the white space on one of the images and TAKACHIHO was the other. Anko wondered if these names had been assigned or had been given by the girls themselves. The firm handwriting went on to indicate, in identical notation for each file:

SOMATIC AGE: est. 13

CHAKRA CAPABILITY: Strong but unstable. Not rated as trainable.

GENETIC BREAKDOWN: Human/snake hybrid. Human DNA complete match: Mitarashi, A.

"They will be placed under your supervision," the Hokage told her and Anko's head snapped up from her perusal of the short report. From under his broad hat, Sandaime gave her a long look.

"I do not think that I am able to provide care to these girls," Anko answered promptly and the Hokage's expression became congenial, even understanding.

"Oh, of course." He nodded. "I understand. Even though they are your own offspring, in a way. And they must know what it means to be the focus of Orochimaru's scientific endeavours. But those are just--" Here, he waved a wrinkled hand in a vague circle, "...surface reasons."

Anko gazed at him, unmoved. He was the leader of the village, powerful and respected, but she didn't buy the harmless old man act, not one bit. If he wanted to, he could simply order her to monitor the two girls, but the Sandaime Homage had odd ways at times.

"They seem to have such a great fear of the hospital," the Hokage continued wistfully and Anko felt a twinge of empathy; after she had been taken from Orochimaru's crypt-like lab, she had broken the arm of the medi-nin who had come too close with a needle.

"And they might have some knowledge of his last known whereabouts." The Hokage's smile was serene as Anko's back stiffened. She would love nothing more than to find her former sensei, show him the meaning of insufficient.

"I will take this mission, sir," she conceded through tight lips. The eyes of Sandaime Hokage twinkled merrily.

"Wonderful," he said. "But maybe it's best to not think of it as a mission."

++

Outside of Konoha's hospital, Anko stood with one hand on her hip, the tan material of her trench-coat held back by her arm. She stared at the Snake Twins, as she mentally dubbed them. Their wide eyes were fixed on her, giving them an innocent air. Chronologically, they were only about three years old, probably developed rapidly in one of Orochimaru's massive glass receptacles. Despite that ingenuous aura, Anko imagined that she could pick up a sort of wary bearing in their demeanour. They seemed like animals which had been kicked before by someone they had trusted.

Someone had kindly combed their hair into long braids which trailed down their backs, and had trimmed heavy fringes which lay neatly across their wide foreheads. They'd arrived at Konoha in rags, but apparently been issued loose trousers and long-sleeved tops, the collars of which were so high that their mouths were nearly obscured. The sandals they wore seemed a bit too large for their feet.

They were petite, like Anko herself, but their tits looked big and soft, even under the loose material of their shirts. Anko eyed them; she usually liked when girls were slender and small-tittied, but she could see the appeal of these two. The fact that they were her clones was of no consequence to her, not really.

She inclined her head to them and said, "Come on. It's a long walk home." The Mitarashi compound was on the other side of the village, and since they couldn't jump from roof to roof in the manner that ninja did, they would have to foot it like civilians. There was no way Anko would offer to carry these two, although she was strong enough to do it if she wanted to.

"Yes, Big Sister," one of them responded promptly, and Anko sneered at them.

"I'm not your big sister," she said, and they just looked at her, their bodies angled close towards each other.

"We understand, Big Sister," the other one replied and they both smiled shyly. Anko turned away with a huff and stalked off. She expected them to complain as they travelled through the back-roads of Konoha, avoiding the evening crowds, but they remained quiet the entire way. They moved quietly too; not the way ninja could go about in complete silence, but their steps were nearly inaudible enough to warrant her attention.

After that tiresome trek from one side of the village to the other, they entered the Matarashi compound, a fairly small but neat dwelling. The tall stone walls and thick wooden gate encircled a few structures: a storage shed to the left, a set of about two small cabins to the right and the long, low main house in the middle. The timber of the huge wraparound verandah creaked as they headed for the front door. Anko pushed it open, and switched on the lights to reveal a sparsely furnished living area just beyond the sunken, square foyer.

As they pulled off their footwear in the foyer, Anko pointed out the bathing-room and the toilet, the big kitchen she never used and the two rooms for sleeping at the back.

"It's late," Anko decided, and pointed to one of the girls at random. "Jimuguri, you'll find the linen in the closet next to the bathing-room. Takachiho, cleaning supplies should be in one of those kitchen cupboards. You'll need to tidy your room and keep it clean."

They exchanged a quick look and then beamed at her. Anko narrowed her eyes suspiciously.

"What?"

"Mugi-chan thinks that it is very wonderful to get a room in Big Sister's house," said the one that Anko had called Jimuguri.

"Taki-chan is so glad that Big Sister knows which of us is which!" The other chimed in. Anko raised her eyebrows. She hadn't known exactly, but it had just seemed right to call the names as such. It was a lucky guess; they probably just answered to any name they were called, in any case.

"Whatever," Anko muttered. "Are you going to keep talking about yourselves in the second person like that?"

They blinked at her, obviously not comprehending what she meant.

"Never mind. I'm going to bed. Don't try to leave the compound. There are traps that I'll activate soon." She smiled as coolly as she could. "You won't want to get caught in those." She'd designed those traps herself, and they were created for maximum gouging and bloodletting.

"Yes, Big Sister!" They scrambled off and Anko rolled her eyes so much that they hurt a little. She pressed her palm against the closest support column, sending out a thin spear of her chakra into the structure. This would first trigger the protective seals on the house itself before spreading out into the rest of the compound.

Anko headed to the bathing room right after and spent a fair amount of time soaking in the bath, listening to the quiet bustle of the Snake Twins in the second room. She slumped down, staring at the steam wafting from the surface of the water. She sulked a little; by now, she would have been just finishing up with her favourite girl, if she'd made her usual trip to that distant whorehouse. She felt the welcome tightening in her groin, and slipped down a hand to grasp the thickening flesh rising between her legs: a nicely fat cock poked out of the very top of her pussy-slit, one result of her sensei's many experimentations. She had no idea how this particular effort tied in with his insane aims for immortality, but she loved using it. To push that big thick throbbing meat into a waiting orifice was such a wonderful sensation.

Now, she let her hand slide up and down the turgid length of girlcock, her mouth parted to let out tiny pants of pleasure. The fingers of her other hand played with the pouting lips of her pussy, fingers gliding softly over sensitive flesh. Her dick felt so nice and warm in her grip, and her hips moved up and down to the increasingly rapid tempo of her hand. Her nipples stood erect, the water sloshing gently against them as she continued to beat off.

A series of harsh grunts burst from her lips as cum jetted from her throbbing pole. She kept stroking as her cock pulsed in her hands; the water was yet clear enough to see the milky wafting strands of jizz...all fuck-juice and no babymaker, as a medi-nin had once told her. Well, he had used more technical terms, but that was how Anko liked to think about it.

Her cunt felt emptily aroused and she half-heartedly stuck a few fingers up in there as her cock softened.

As soon as she got her breath back, she clambered out of the large, circular tub. She let out the water, but didn't fill it again. Let them run their own bath, if they wanted. When she headed for her own room, a towel wrapped around her torso, she glanced towards the room she had assigned the Snake Twins. The door, which stood directly opposite to that of her room, was closed.

Anko went inside her room and let the door swing shut. She extinguished the lights and slid into bed, soft sheets smoothing across her bare skin. After a few moments, she heard water running in the bathroom. They didn't seem to take too long to have their own baths, and Anko's well-trained sense of hearing picked up the soft patter of their feet as they scampered from the bathroom to the bedroom.

Silence finally fell throughout the house. Releasing a slow exhale, Anko rolled onto her back and stared up into the darkened ceiling. She generally had a hard time falling asleep, every nerve tensed to react to potential intruders; also, as harmless as the Snake Twins appeared and despite the fact that they were technically of Anko's blood, they were still Orochimaru's creations.

A soft, almost pained sound broke the silence. Anko was up in a flash; she snatched sharp, slender senbon from the hidden panel in the headboard of the bed and clasped them between the fingers of one hand. Pulling her door open ever so slightly, she went down one one knee to peer through the sliver of space.

The door across the narrow corridor now stood ajar, the room warmly lit by a few squat candles in sturdy holders set on the floor. There was no bed-frame in that room, like Anko's, but Mugi and Taki had used the mats and piles of bedding to create a large and comfortable-looking sleeping surface. Anko's eyes widened at the sight of their naked bodies writhing together. Taki was on top, turned head to foot. She ground her crotch against Mugi's face, even as her head bobbed enthusiastically between her clone's spread thighs.

From this angle, Anko could clearly see that Taki's lips were firmly fastened around a fat phallus which curved upwards above a pair of loose little nutsacks. Mugi's cock gleamed with Taki's spittle, and Taki pulled off once or twice to run the point of her tongue under the flared head before diving back to take the chubby knob back into her mouth. Taki's hips pumped jerkily, but from the slurping sounds, Anko felt she could safely assume that Mugi's lips were fastened around a cock exactly like the one stuffed into Taki's greedy little mouth.

That was not the only thing Anko felt. Heat flashed through her body and her own cock began to fill eagerly. She stuck the senbon into the floorboard and slipped through her door, entering their room like a shadow. So quietly did she move, that she stood over them for a few long beats, just watching. Her prick thickened from its modest softness until the head of it brushed wetly at the middle of her firm, flat stomach, growing a little more than twice in size.

It was Mugi who noticed her first. She let out a muffled shriek and flailed backwards, wriggling away. Taki fell over and then gasped as she too discerned Anko's presence; she scrambled in her sister's wake. They wrapped their arms around each other, looking up at her fearfully. Anko took a few moments to appreciate how their breasts, those plump, firm mounds, pressed tightly together. She dropped her gaze at their pricks. They were far shorter than hers, maybe about half the length when fully erect, but quite a bit thicker. Right now, they had both softened and were just short but fat stubs of flesh lying limply against hairless sacks. So they didn't have a pussy like Anko. Orochimaru had obviously tweaked whatever genetic information that he had gleaned from his former student.

"Please don't go away from Mugi-chan and Taki-chan, like Master did," Taki pleaded. Mugi hid her face in the curve of her sister's neck, the both of them trembling.

Anko put her hands on her hips and raised her eyebrows. Her own cock hadn't gone soft at all; as a matter of fact, it seemed to stiffen lustily at the Taki's softly despairing tone.

"He left you," she said, more of a question than a statement.

Taki nodded, her now-loose hair falling over one shoulder. "He said that we wasted too much time on each other. He said we were useless for what he needed."

"Useless," Mugi echoed, and she peeped out at Anko.

"He left and didn't come back," Taki continued. "Some people came into the lab--"

"With white masks," Mugi interjected, and bit her lip.

"Right, masks, but we hid. And then we followed them all the way back here." Taki smiled tremulously and hugged her sister close. "And then we saw Big Sister."

They didn't seem to be lying. However, it was hard to believe that these two girls, unskilled in the ninja arts, had not only managed to avoid being sensed by a team of Konoha's elite ANBU, obviously on the prowl for Orochimaru, but had also trailed them back here without detection. There was obviously more to the story, but she would get it out of them later. Right now, her cock was hard and ready.

"I won't go away from you," she told them, and at their surprised expressions she let a hard grin settle on her lips. "But you're gonna have to make Big Sister real happy." She jerked her hips forward. The head of her cock, already excitedly leaking a thin, watery trail of cum from the slit, bounced against her stomach.

The girls looked at each other and smiled. They then wriggled out of each other's grip and crawled on their hands and knees towards Anko. They knelt in front of her and began to lovingly kiss and lick the turgid flesh, tongues lapping enthusiastically. Anko put a hand atop each of their heads, fascinated by the play of their tongues and lips around her long shaft; their fingers crept up into the dampening folds of her pussy, rubbing the oozing moistness there around. Now and again, one of them would try to take Anko deep, struggling to slide her lips down the veiny shaft. Anko would grip tight handfuls of hair and fuck that wet mouth until the girl gagged, eyes watering, and then the other would try. They both got a little better at it after a few attempts, drawing breath harshly through their nostrils, spittle drooling out of the corners of their lips as Anko's cock crammed their warm mouths over and over again.

"My sweet little cocksuckers," Anko crooned at them, pulling out of Mugi's mouth before she lost it and let her cream coat the girl's tongue and throat. This was already even better than any session at her favourite fuckhouse. She gripped the base of her dick, holding it tightly. "Both of you, get your assholes ready for me."

"Yes, Big Sister," they chorused, and the title they'd given Anko didn't seem to bother her too much at the moment. Mugi reached to the side of the bedding, retrieving a small pot of salve that had once resided in a cupboard next to the bathroom, but had apparently been lifted for their sexy little purposes. Anko wondered how they decided which one would fuck the other first.

Taki and Mugi scooped some of the greasy salve out of the container and cuddled up to each other on their sides. They drew the topmost of their slender legs up, draping it over each other's hip or waist. Kissing each other sweetly, their tongues slithered together as they fingered each other's assholes. Anko kneeled right in front of them, enjoying the sight of their slick fingers delving insistently into the puckered brown rosebuds.

Their kissing got more urgent as they continued to finger-fuck each other slowly. Mugi bit Taki's lower lip, and in retaliation, Taki tugged at one of Mugi's stiff nipples, dragging a moan of pained pleasure from the girl. The sweet smell of the salve permeated the air.

Anko said, "Stop. Get on your knees." She wanted them slick but still really tight. They moved in instant obedience, rolling over to kneel side by side. Without prompting, they reached back and grabbed their asscheeks, pulling then apart to reveal the greased-up holes. Their balls swung freely, and Anko fondled them both, feeling the hard round stones under the soft layer of flesh roll in her palms.

Their cum could knock me up, she thought. Setting aside the surprisingly appealing idea, she shuffled close and pressed the big flared head of her cock to Taki's waiting asshole. The girl released a little whimper. Anko pushed, staring down with covetous absorption at how Taki's dark flesh parted over the bulbous head, and she moaned as sank into the girl's hot, tight rectum. The tight grip around her throbbing pole was amazing.

"Big Sister is longer than Mugi-chan!" Taki exclaimed and let out another whimper as Anko drew back and pushed in again. "It's going too deep!"

"Take it, little sister," Anko gritted out, grinding her groin hard against Taki's ass before thrusting in and out a few more times. "You're so fucking tight."

When she pulled her rigid prick out of Taki and switched to Mugi's waiting chute, she found it just as snug as the first, clenching around the thick invasion almost desperately. Anko went back and forth between the two, ramming into them with punishing thrusts. She gripped their hips and dragged them roughly unto her cock, their smaller bodies thrashing helplessly under her assault. Her hips slammed up against the curve of their bottoms.

"Gonna cum," she grunted when she'd been hammering at Mugi's ass for the umpteenth time. They'd both already cum while she'd fucked them, their inner walls squeezing around her prick as they cried out and scrabbled at the sheets.

Now, Anko pulled out of Mugi's battered raw anus, and gave her cock a few hard strokes.

"Nggghh, fuck," she groaned as thick spurts of her jizz traced high arches in the air and splattered onto the smooth skin of their backs and asses. "Fuuuuck, yes!"

She sat back on her heels, wrung out and sated. Pearly streams of her cum gleamed on the smooth skin of her little sisters. It was almost artistic. Their holes were fucked wide open and when they moved, they did so gingerly. Anki couldn't wait to get inside them again, and soon.

Taki crawled over and wrapped her arms around Anko's neck. Her lovely breasts pressed against Anko's, and her plump little prick slid along Anko's strong thigh. "Did we make you happy, Big Sister?"

Anko pretended to think sbout it. "Not sure. We'll have to try again."

Mugi curled against her other side. "Master didn't really care. But we want to make Big Sister happy!"

Anko hummed; of course Orochimaru didn't care. He didn't care for many things, especially his failed experiments.

"You will have to keep trying," she told them, and smiled when they both nodded, very seriously.

++

A few hours into the night, Anko shifted on top of the bedding in the girls' pitch-dark room, probably wakened by her muscles feeling as if she'd been battling for days. It wasn't a painful sensation; it was actually rather enjoyable. She stretched a little, back arching a little, and then went still as large and cool shapes pressed against her. She felt as if she had been wrapped in heavy layers of thick cloth. She rolled slowly onto her back, and whatever wrapped around her didn't feel like the limbs of two girls who had been quite partial to cuddling close to their Big Sister, even though it allowed her to move a little. Anko managed to lace her fingers together briefly before executing a rapid series of hand-seals.

"Katon," she murmured, and her chakra rushed to perform her bidding. She held up the first and second fingers of her left hand close to her lips. "Shining Crown Technique!" She blew sharply over her fingers and a tiny circle of flames ignited just about her face, rising rapidly in the air and expanding until its circumference spanned the room. As far as fire-based jutsu went, it wasn't powerful, providing a low light and very little heat. The large forms which had been wrapped around Anko seemed to cringe away from her and the hovering flames. She sat up, and then gazed in surprise.

Two massive white snakes lay on the soft piles of sheets, the powerful smooth bodies coiled together intricately. Their long triangular-shaped heads angled towards her, tongues flickering out almost in an unsure fashion. Their eyes were completely black in the dim light, gazes flat as they regarded her closely. Anko had no fear of snakes; she had those particular reptiles for her own summons, and her tolerance for venom was exceedingly high. Besides, despite their massive size, she sensed no evil intent from the animals in front of her. In fact, they had a very familiar aura.

"Mugi," she murmured, reaching out a hand to stroke the head of the one to the left. It tilted its head into her touch. "And Taki." She caressed the other and it pressed its upper body close to her thigh, obviously delighted with Anko's attention. So; this was how they hid so well in the labs, and how they had followed the ANBU back to Konoha. Interesting.

"Did Orochimaru know you could change form like this?" Anko asked, her fingers trailing lightly over their cool skin. The snakes looked at each other and then looked back at her. As one, they shook their heads.

Anko thought as much; she felt like laughing. If Orochimaru had been aware of this ability, he would have probably not abandoned them.

Anko smiled at these perfect creatures. Their files had deemed them untrainable, but she felt that with proper teaching, they could be even more formidable than her regular summons. She leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Taki's cool snout and then to Mugi's.

They reacted in an explosion of muscle and soft hisses, wrapping once more around Anko. They didn't constrict her at all, but simply coiled all over. Their tongues tickling against her nipples, now so stiff that they pointed out almost the length of her little finger from the mounds of her tits. Anko felt as if she was being tossed about on living waves.

"Nngh," she groaned as the snakes tasted the pulsing length of her prick, the tips of the forked tongues dipping into the seeping slit. Their powerful bodies wrapped gently around her legs, and she found them being pulled wide, her hips angled upwards. A cock poked at the cleft of her ass, searching for her hole. It felt weird, with multiple protrusions adorning the mushroomed head. Even though it dripped with what seemed to be natural slick, her anus stretched painfully as the snake-dick was forced deep inside her tight back passage. It burned for a few moments, but Anko had been on missions which had dealt out far more agony than this. It got much better as she was bounced up and down, her ass drilled with hot enthusiasm.

"Oh, fuck! Yes!" Anko cried out as another serpentine dick burrowed into her pussy, quickly establishing a bruising pace. The myriad flower-like projections regularly thudded against the hard knob of her cervix. She found that knife-edge of pain almost unbearably pleasurable.

The snakes were coiled so much around her and each other that she couldn't quite make out where one snake ended and the other began. They swamped her orifices over and over again, filling her clenching holes with cum. Snake spooge dripped copiously from Anko's overloaded insides. Her laboured breaths filled the air, mixing with the rhythmic squelching of rampant poles ramming wildly.

Distantly, it occurred to her: I might get pregnant by them! She had a brief and vivid flash of herself squatting and straining to push out egg after egg, sweat beading on the skin of her bulging stomach; she could almost feel the progress of each huge round shape as it emerged from her widened snatch. At that thought, her own engorged dick shot a massive load, erratically spurting wads of cum over the scaly bodies heaped loosely over her torso.

Anko whined as the cocks rammed deep inside her and pulsed there, the snakes' bodies trembling lightly; for a moment they came very close to squeezing all her breath away. Anko loved the sensation of being unable to draw a complete breath, and her cock actually twitched helplessly. Finally they relaxed, and Anko drew a very deep inhale. Their cocks pulled out of her and thick streams of jizz poured out of her loosened pussy and anus.

The snakes slowly unwound themselves, nosing interestedly at Anko's sodden, wrecked holes. They hindered more than helped when Anko sluggishly tried to use some of the rumpled linen to wipe herself clean, but everything in reach was sticky with their mingled juices. Anko grunted with annoyance.

"Let Mugi-chan and Taki-chan help Big Sister!"

Anko jerked her head up; the twins had switched back to their human form. Still nude, they set about quickly changing the linen, fetching new sheets and chivvying Anko about until she finally settled back comfortably, a snake-twin snuggled under either arm.

"Taki-chan will wash those sheets tomorrow for Big Sister," Takachiro said, dipping her head down to suckle on Anko's nearest nipple. Anko sighed lightly and stroked her hair.

"And Mugi-chan will need to go to the market tomorrow, to buy food and cook! We'll take care of Big Sister," Jimuguri added, one finger idly stroking along Anko's pussy-lips. Despite the soreness in her cunt, she shifted her legs in order to allow the girl more access.

"I'll give you some money," Anko said, cancelling the soft light of the shining crown of flames overhead and closing her eyes. She usually used most of her wages to visit the whorehouse, but she had the feeling that her favourite girl wouldn't be seeing too much of her from now on.

"Big Sister," one of them ventured hesitantly. Anko was too drowsy to figure out which one.

"Hmm? What?"

"Did...we make you happy?"

Anko smiled up at the ceiling. No 'chan', no 'Big Sister'. Just 'we' and 'you'.

That sounded nice.

"You were both more than sufficient," Anko said and slipped into a deep sleep.

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