Poor Henry

Henry knew he shouldn’t have gone out to the bar alone.  He had a girlfriend, and going out for a drink alone was just asking for trouble, but if there was one thing Henry was good at doing, it was talking himself into a bad idea.  After all, what’s the worst that could happen?  Maybe you get a little too friendly with some barfly, no harm no foul.  Right?

Then she came in: a chocolate-skinned beauty dressed in blue.  Her pale-red silk veil covered her head, which sported a dye job so convincing Henry would have thought it natural if it weren’t a soft shade of pink.  She strolled in with a sensuous swaying of the hips, coiled her legs around the chair next to his as she sat and winked at him as she ordered a drink.

He smiled back and said, “Hey.”

It was a mistake.  The woman was . . . was the sexiest thing he had ever seen.  Starting conversation was only going to lead to one thing.  He knew it, and by the way she smiled back, so did she.  He should have gone home then, but . . . well, who could blame him for staying?  And there’s no reason anyone but the two of them had to know, right?  So, they talked.

Her name was Aanaya, and she was an Indian immigrant, from some rural town he’d never heard of and probably wouldn’t remember the name of tomorrow.  She’d come to America hoping for a better life.  He thought for sure she’d tell him she was into some technical profession, then did a second take as she told him she was a farmer.  She laughed at his surprise and told him it was something she’d been raised to since she was a child.  She had, she said, a natural talent with livestock.

An hour later, she told him she had to be getting back home.  He offered to walk her to her car.  What could be the harm, right?  Besides, by that point, he’d already committed himself to spending a night with her if she agreed.  Aanaya smiled and accepted the offer.

Her car turned out to be a beat up pickup truck with a covered back.  Well, she was a farmer, after all.  After a quick glance around to make sure the parking lot was empty, he leaned his arm over the driver-side door.

“So, you got anybody waiting for you back home tonight?” he asked.

“Just the animals,” she answered, tapping her lips with the tip of her finger.  “Are you offering to keep me company?”

Henry chuckled.  “If you want.”

She, too, glanced quickly around the parking lot.  “Then, why don’t you hop in?”

Henry was at the back of the truck when he heard tell him to wait.  He turned and then gasped.  Aanaya had changed while his back was turned.  Still a woman from the waist up, everything below had become a long snake’s tail, the veil becoming the hood of a cobra.  She coiled her tail around him, still smiling, but now it had a triumphant look that chilled him to the bone.

“I think you should get in the back,” she said, unlatching the tailgate.

“Um . . .” Henry said, his mouth going dry.  “Er . . . is it safe?”  God, what a stupid thing to say!

“It’s where livestock always rides,” she answered, kissing the palm of her hand.

Before Henry had a chance to ask what she meant, she blew the kiss at him and a cloud of pink smoke surrounded him.  Stammering protests, he tried to step away when a soft tingling began to spread through his body.  He looked back at the sound of ripping cloth to see the back of his pants split open to expose a curly tail growing from his backside.  His shoes burst as his feet became hooves and he stumbled unsteadily on them, his legs fattening and changing, tearing his pants even further.

“No!”

He turned back to look at Aanaya as he felt his nose flatten and stretch into a snout, and his pleading eyes met hers.  All fear melted into a warm, comforting acceptance.  He was going home with Aanaya, his new mistress.  It was what he wanted.

Right?

He dropped down onto his hands that had already morphed into hooves and shook off the last tatters of his clothes with a satisfied grunt.  With a satisfied nod, Aanaya pulled a ramp out of the back of her truck and laid it down, letting Henry climb into the back.

“You’re going to win me a blue ribbon and a fat cash prize at the state fair next week, Henry,” she said.

Henry grunted with satisfaction.  A nice blue ribbon to go over the new pen his mistress would soon give him.  He swelled with pride just thinking about it.

Aanaya, returning to her human guise, took one last look around as she shut the tailgate, then hopped in the truck and drove away.

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A trade for Dearshul77 over on FA (www.furaffinity.net/user/dears…) in exhcange for her drawing this: www.furaffinity.net/view/25015…

She asked for me to draw her character, Henry, getting into trouble.  So, I decided to have poor, lovable, stupid Henry have a run-in with Aanaya.  This is my first fully free-hand drawing.  No tracing anything and no references that exactly fit.  I still looked at a few references for some things, but as nothing I could find fit exactly what I had in mind, I had to guess at most of it based on what I could find.  Considering that, I think this turned out okay.  A few things are off, but on the whole, it's pretty good, I think.

Aanaya recently got a bit of a redesign thanks to .  He thought it would be fitting to give her an Indian look, and I liked that (since nagas are from India) and ran with it, altering her skin tone to match.