“I’m hungry. I want food.”
Effortlessly, Robin slid out from beneath the blankets, oozing to the floor. She made no effort to try and stand; snakes were made to slither, and she did so, out of her room and into the hallway.
She heard noise from down the hall. A taste of the air told her that her brother Robbie had been by recently. Silently, the snake girl moved her sinewy body along the carpet, twisting her flexible torso and tail side to side as she pushed with her arms toward the open door of her brother’s room.
Robin thought about how wonderful it would be to swallow her brother whole, to feel his body squirm within her as it was digested alive. She smacked her scaly lips with the thought, feeling the jaws and face distend further forward. By the time she had reached Robbie’s half-open door, her head had become completely serpentine. Robin felt her fangs infused with her special mutating venom.
My precccciousssss mate, you are complete at lasssst! Now, you musssst feed, that we may both be nourisssshed, and I may be reborn.
Reptile Robin smiled, an evil grin. “Yessss, my mate.” Silently, she slithered into the room, quiet as death. Robbie was lying on his stomach on the bed, playing Grand Theft Auto III. He seemed to have heard something, but didn’t look up.
“Beat it, Robin! I don’t want to catch what you have.”
The serpentine girl slithered alongside the TV side of the bed, where Robbie’s head was just beyond the edge. With a sickening crack, she unhinged her jaw to take her first swallow, and lunged upward to strike.
Mon Apr 29 22:17:09 2002