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This story starts less traditionally as we weave this tale, a world of hypothetical identity and being able to write the wrongs of existence that we hold in our hands, a very nice existence where concoctions may brew into what we wish to be or simply what we want to be for the moment. You know in this reality, I would be someone who would have been changed by the concoctions that have been brewed, one to unite body and soul, and let’s say you in this case are a partner as you would enter my study as you would evidently hear the clicking and clacking of keys as my fingers glided across the keyboard to weave another tale, a tale to publish myself given my own passions of work and passions for words themselves.
When stepping in you would be able to evidently see this woman, on the taller end of the five foot spectrum, what a normal human would be around five-foot-nine but as you already know I am not a very normal human, and you can see in the doorway as my tail stretches out. A long Snake-like tail that wraps around the legs of the chair, coiling tight as it just stretches on, perhaps being about fifteen, maybe sixteen feet from waist to tip, with said tip producing a soft rattle as I stim in the moment thinking of what to write next. From the angle of my face you can see a long fang biting into the eraser of an unsharpened pencil as I needed something to think upon as the scales that reach to my cheeks and eyes seem to glimmer a sort of soft sandy-gold as a orange toxin seems to drip from the eraser as I pull it off my fang and wipe it off for a second before I continue, enthralled with my work, the words seeming to move quicker akin to a viper within a rough sandy ground, speeding before lunging for its prey, and given my take you can expect that the lunge would likely be quick and from far afield as I continue to write. “Now what’s next, Dezare is already occupied in the battle while Irene fights Lycasta, so who would come in to see what lady death here is going to do to Alchemor?” I ponder aloud as I again tap the eraser against my fang, showing the glint of scales that appear to end at the back of my palm and their beautiful pattern that is almost entrancing as you begin to step in quietly.
One. Two. Three. Four. Like a melody you step in quiet strides as you approach, the lamia continued in her distraction continues to not notice you as she goes to type further as she hums to herself a grim melody, a song in a minor key as she seems to again speed up her typing, the words on the page seeming to already shift it a little further with every passing moment. All the while as you begin to take soft steps again, her tail surges to life as it begins to unwind around the chair, showing that I am almost done as I take a breath before reaching for a bottle of water a few inches away from my keyboard before continuing, clearly having a more thought out idea for continuation in the story I type. Still used to the factor of Arizona’s almost undrinkable water due to the calcium contents, the bottle is emptied of itc contents and tossed within a recycling bin full of other bottles of water and bottled teas as now reinvigorated as I begin to type like I am going to die tomorrow. To an observer who didn’t know, I typed fast enough in the way of needing to finish the story I wish to tell before I was forgotten, and taking merely another moment at a time to whizz from one paragraph to another as I paid no attention to your approach.
Soon enough you are close enough to see over my shoulder, seeing the screen quickly fill with words at its matrix point going down along its y-axis as the scroll bar is forced to keep up as I go from moments of eighty to nearly one hundred twenty words in a minute, taking every second in for account as you can see the glint of my golden eyes as continue, flicking one of my ears as a small itch comes over it. You are able to see my silvery cardigan being folded over myself as beneath was a black shirt and even further was a black skirt that, if I had legs, would cover down past my knee even when sitting, and even when standing about a foot away with a better look at me, my scale shown akin to a mesmerizing painting. Sandy yellows, browns, golds, and soft yellows dance within your gaze as a flicker of candle light on my altar to the Morrigan seem to make the shimmer dance even in the lit room, a more direct light in comparison to the softer lights of the fan above. Almost memorizing, Hypnotizing , as once again you take one step forward, making sure not to trip on my tail as my voice begins to hum beneath my breath.
In this world you knew me long enough to know the kind of music I listen too, a range of folk, to shanties, to jazz , and rock; this song I hummed being one you would know well given my recent kick of things. From the beat it was akin to a more major arrangement song such as ‘Beautiful’ by Ben Caplan, and from how my eyes and smile on my snout seemed to arc in a way that would reach my horns that stuck through my hair, it was evident it was one of my favorites, so the guess was likely as I take a moment to stretch, absentmindedly speaking out the lyrics in a similar arrangement: “ You seem like a beautiful soul~ And I could be wrong~ And we won’t get along~ But I gotta know for sure~. ” My voice being like a siren’s call as I sang in a piano before continuing to hum, and again you step forward, now having a foot graze my tail, and almost instinctively I react: Your legs are swept from under you as you hear the rattle vibrate loudly and consistently as you are raised and flipped by the last quarter of my tail, seeing a wild quick to react like a warrior ready to defend someone in battle before my eyes soften and a flick of my tongue, you are raised just a little more as I make eye contact with your upside-down form: “Oh- Heya hun~. Sorry about that, instincts and all that, you know how Rattlesnakes are prolific hunters and all… Oh yeah I should probably put you back down.”
You hear my almost dorky voice of a girl who genuinely seems at peace in her life, a voice of someone who has experienced so much and went through hell and back and now has seen a lighter side of life, a side of comfort that I had not known well up till this point of living together. And you would know it would be true in many ways, living in a body that was not my own in the slightest alongside bad memories of my biological family and the paranoia that drove through the metaphorical heart of the vampire. Seeing a face who has seen small respites and has known mostly spite to one of genuine joy and further optimism, going from you being a blazing light within my dark night, to a sun that baked through the land I wished to reside, one of desert sands, shrubs, cacti, and warm rocks. Seeing the smile on my snout in this moment was something that could put your heart at ease and a sense of an ambient beat turned a flutter, as you remember my face even when I am feeling closer to human than this sort of snake-woman, and before you know you, you realize you are back on the ground, watching as I rise from my chair, starting from a height of someone barely over 5’5” before curling higher and higher until I am a bit over six feet tall as I caress a hand, covered in smooth scales that provide a small shiver through your spine as I embrace you with another warmth that you would not expect from someone so literally reptilian in look.
Ever still the smile on my face continues as I raise your chin a little and go for a small kiss, one that you have grown slightly used to as I tend to stick to this form more as of late, noticing the curled scales on my lips somehow being as soft as any flesh, down to even the small pokes of my fangs as I keep then bared out of a sense of cuteness I see in them. “So~ How was today for my ear catching melody to my symphonic life?” The way I tend to word things also allow for an easy flutter of the heart, using my knowledge of music and literature to grant a genuine and poetic way of my own flirting and as a small bit of extra fun, the mesmerization allows for me to coil up some as I go in for a small peck on the forehead. The smoothness of everything almost feeling like satin or a blanket that has been recently washed and allowed to cool, a comfort and able to be pulled tight but can otherwise be simply something sitting atop or around you, just with the aspect of feeling some warmth from within from the aspects of human still inherent even with the tea with transformative properties.
As this wasn’t legally in a gray area as fan fic, I bet you dear reader realize… This is set in the fringe of the Mice Tea multiverse. A form of reality where I as myself can feel at home and allow myself to be who and what I really am, a world that seems to be in a better shape than our own, a world that has aspects that even outside of a more lewd connotation can help people like me feel comfortable in my own skin for once, a world that allows even for this lamia or naga, or whatever the hell I am as an Otherkin person to be closer to my sense of self, whether its a being closer to human, or a being closer to what you would see drawn by a furry in the sense of snake. A reality where I can place myself to feel better even through dream, day dream, or through a story such as this, and I know “X Readers'' are often a combination between comfort and lewd for many, and I as the author and person writing this hope you understand why I am breaking the fourth wall with this idea, as even with the idea of being about an eighteen feet-long head-to-tail woman in my idyllic self, it’s in a way, a form of escapism, whether it’s to something better or to something worse but having a better social structure around myself. Case and point, see how I treat myself in this X Reader or how I treat my namesake, being my character Avarstia Fahrenbrook, in my books generally, or the alternative see how I treat Lev in my writings that are inspired by Half-life and Metro, a form of escape I find enjoyable, being an attempt at being somewhat real even if it can be fantastical.
In the world of this insert however, you watch as my eyes become like golden pools as I begin to encroach further, hugging you with even more of this smooth silkiness passing by like a snake on Caliche, being a light brush and with an inherent softness. Someone who looks to be gentle and caring where needed and after a moment of some existentialism that I know of, in part due to being a self insert, I poke my snout at your face with a funny expression for a moment before I center myself with a question: “So hun, how was your day?” For simplicity’s sake you begin to discuss some of the stresses of life, and of worries of the days to come, a feeling I know almost too well, and with the aspects of possible existential questions of perceptions of self, such as who you exactly are and how the world could perceive you as your truest self, and all the while, I almost sit atop my tail like someone sitting fully atop a wall, my face resting in an understanding and ever still soft expression as I begin to think of a response, taking a moment, whereas a version of myself that silently packs away so much more would normally stumble to comfort someone, a version of myself with this more freedom, feels the air to take a moment to gather myself and my thoughts with less worry for what I could say: “Well, I know a sense of self can be complicated, I mean look at me, I rarely ever venture back toward a fully human self anymore, only when I feel like it. Say, think of a metaphor you can view in a positive light, such as birds of a feather or flight to a wing for example: Think of how that metaphor applies to life, such as a sense of freedom to be yourself and the kinship to feel like you can rely on another, feeling a sense of ease to life like a flowing river, an ease that everyone deserves at the very least once and a while. Expounding upon it as such with whatever you come up with my sweet.”
You are given a moment to think of this and give your rapport with me with this exercise as I nodded and snuggled my snout into the crevice between your neck and shoulder, before pulling back out with the ever dopey and wholesome Snake smile I bare. Soon thereafter I begin speaking again, taking a hand to brush your hair back some with a sense of serene joy in my eyes as I take a moment to reflect on my exercise: “Very good darling; I know my own flaws as a writer is trying so hard to not give a critique in how you worded that hehe-.” I begin to cackle softly, with my laugh causing my chest to work into over time on regaining breath, ultimately leading me to a cough as I slink further from my coil as I try to catch my breath, with the pounding in my lungs being from my own chronic illnesses as I spend around a minute before I get to a point of doing deep breaths again. Holding my head with a hand I pull myself back in, doing minor shakes of my head and squeezing of my eyelids in order to focus, sensory response of pain that my mind begins to try and ravel into a headache, elsewhere in the moment before I simply go in for another hug as I take a moment to breathe. Watching as I take a hand after I pull away to possibly compress into my chest and lowest sections of my clavicle as I take a moment longer to recover from the excitement.
A moment passes and already with a slight worry being written on your face, I bring a hand to your cheek as I take a sigh and help try to be of relief: “No worries hun, just the chest demons.” The look on your face drops as the most smug snake smile comes across my face, using my own chronic illness to try and be funny but ultimately sounding like a shitposter from 2012 on Tumblr, and all you can do is sigh as I give my own small chuckle as once again I nuzzle into you. A sense of playfulness instead of just comfort was in this one, and as you find the strength to wriggle out of my grasp, you see a devious glint in my eyes, the golden discs seeming to shine akin to metal itself as I flick my tongue out, and having my ears aimed back angled up as I quickly slither forth as all you can do is laugh and enjoy my deviousness: Wrapping you once more in my coils as my tail seems to grow more lax in its coil before I rest my head atop yours, pressing the back of your head into my bosom with the wiggling of my head a top shaking you slightly as I wrap my arms around you once more with another embrace as this rattlesnake just wants to be comfy.
“Mwehehehe, gotcha hun~” I give another quick cackle, as I heave another heavy breath in to stop myself from faltering again before you feel my head raise and with movements of my body evidently looking to my computer and desk, before I lean back in for another snuggle at least for the moment. My voice now leaning more toward the natural sultry when at a calmed state as I begin to deliberate aloud about what I could do in these coming moments: “Since you are here… We could brew another pot of the tea, perhaps you can have some again, afterall it has been a little while, and after we can chill, possibly I could go back to writing but you are so warm right now hehehe~. It would probably be best if we take this elsewhere, possibly to bed so we can both relax a bit more.” Raising my hand up I give a quick boop before you feel my coils begin to unravel, my ears more at rest again as I brush my hair, from my small horns to my ears, back a little bit before it rested back in its spot, just slithering my way back over to manually save my PC as you begin to take a step out of the study. When you look back, you see my softened expression shine through even in this more snake form, as I begin to trail over my own tail in order to follow as we begin to move out of the study and into the rest of the home.
As we leave the room, the door comes to a close as my tail flicks around it, and with it, a close on this chapter of this story, a story less likely to be continued than other fan fics, as I do not believe I will have devotion to write more of this fic in a consistent manner, but all I can hope is that you can take some solace in the factor of getting to cuddle a cute Snake Girl who just wants to vibe in her own life, be less human than standard, and write.