Snekiversary (Lamia Tg)

Mary and Hilda leaned side by side against Nagisa’s counter, their tails coiled comfortably together, scales glinting in the lantern light.

“In all honesty, we love it,” Mary said with a dreamy sigh.

“Love it,” Hilda echoed, grinning. “Welp, at least now I do. It was a bit rough at the start, but now, Snek life has been the best life. No complaints at all.”

The two of them glanced at each other, then blurted out in perfect unison:
“Except maybe one!”

Nagisa raised an eyebrow, amused. “Oh? That’s rare. Usually people come here with dozens of complaints.”

Mary flicked her tongue nervously. “It’s just… After seeing Nicole with her six arms…”

Hilda cut in, finishing the thought: “We might be a little jealous.”

“A lot jealous,” Mary admitted, shoulders sinking.

Hilda gave a quick laugh and nudged her. “Yeah, fine. A lot.” She turned back to Nagisa, eyes hopeful. “It’s our Snekiversary today, so we were wondering if… Maybe… There’s something we could do about it? You know. More arms. Celebrate properly.”

Nagisa folded her hands under her chin, studying them with her usual sly little smile. “More arms, hm? Now that is a very snekish request.” She tapped her nails against the wood of the stand. “And as it happens, I know just the person to talk to…”

As if on cue, another lamia happened to glide past, her scales patterned in deep emerald. Nagisa straightened and called out.

“Hera! Do you have a moment?”

The passing lamia paused, coiling back toward the stand with an inquisitive tilt of her head. “What’s up?”

Nagisa gestured toward Mary and Hilda, who were suddenly all bright eyes and eager smiles. “The two of them want more arms to celebrate being sneks.”

Hera blinked once. “…And you want me to help?”

“Yes.” Nagisa’s tone was matter-of-fact, as if that settled it.

A long beat. Hera’s lips curved into a slow smile. “…Alrighty then. I think I have just the thing in that case.”

Mary and Hilda exchanged an excited glance, tails tightening together in anticipation, as Hera reached into the air beside her, her hand disappearing into shimmering nothingness, before pulling something out as if it had always been waiting there…

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Back at home, Mary and Hilda wasted no time admiring their prize. The box sat proudly in the middle of their low table, small but decorated with golden patterns that shimmered faintly in the lamplight. For something so unassuming, it felt impossibly important.

They kept stealing glances at it, their tails coiled and uncoiled in restless excitement.

Nicole was the first to arrive, sliding through the doorway with practiced grace. Her six arms were already busy, two carrying snacks, one adjusting her shawl, one waving casually, and the other two simply resting on her hips as if to remind the world she had them. “Happy Snekiversary, you two!” she sang, tossing the treats onto the counter with a flourish.

Not long after came Dennis, stumbling in with his usual awkward smile. Compared to three lamias filling the room, his two legs and single set of arms made him look oddly underdressed, though nobody minded. “Movie night, right? I brought popcorn.”

The four of them gathered comfortably, chatter bubbling easily, teasing Nicole about her “octopus act,” Hilda recounting their first day with tails, Dennis joking about being the “token normal guy” among his friends. Warm, familiar, and just a little bit silly, exactly the way Mary liked it.

At last, she placed her hands on the gift box, cheeks flushed with anticipation. “Alright,” she announced, her voice carrying over the laughter. “It’s our Snekiversary… And I think it’s time we open this thing!”

The others leaned in, curious. Nicole folded all six arms, smirking knowingly, since she had a feeling what things that “Hilda brought back from the Nagisa store” would do. Hilda’s tail coiled tighter with excitement. Dennis adjusted his glasses, trying to figure out why everyone was so nervous.

The moment the lid was lifted, the world erupted.

A deafening bang! echoed through the room, followed by a blast of dazzling light that swallowed everything whole. Brilliant sparks danced across every scale, every wall, every face, until the air itself seemed to glitter.

And then, just as suddenly as it had come, the light snapped away, leaving the room silent, and everyone blinking in shock.

Mary was the first to notice it. That strange, bubbling warmth rising along her ribs. She pressed her hands to her sides with a startled laugh. “O-oh! That’s… new.”

Hilda jerked upright beside her. “I feel it too!” Her scales shivered as though something alive was pushing against them from the inside.

But Dennis, poor Dennis, had it worst of all. He staggered, knees buckling as though the strength had drained right out of his legs. “Wh-what’s happening?!” His voice cracked, filled with panic. He tried to steady himself against the wall, but already his legs were betraying him.

The definition of his thighs blurred, skin paling as glistening scales crept over them. The seams of muscle and joint melted away until his two legs fused into one thick, heavy limb. He collapsed forward onto his hands, gasping, as the fused limb stretched and stretched, elongating into a serpent’s tail. Shimmering scales raced down its length, the human half of Dennis carried higher and higher as the coil beneath him grew and thickened.

Mary and Hilda could only watch, clutching their own sides as their bodies shifted. That bubbling sensation built to a sudden push, and with a surge of heat and pressure, a whole new pair of arms burst into being on all three of them. Fingers flexed instinctively, brand-new muscles sliding under fresh skin. They gasped in tandem, half in shock, half in delight, staring at their doubled silhouettes. The only one seemingly unaffected was Nicole, who just stared with mouth agape.

Dennis screamed, then the cry melted into a trembling moan as his hips flared wider, reshaping to match the sleek curves of the other lamias. He clutched at himself, only to feel the last traces of his masculinity dissolve away between his legs, leaving behind a new smoothness that made his breath catch. His… Her… face softened rapidly, jawline melting into a smooth curve, nose and cheekbones delicate, lips fuller by the second. Wide, startled eyes stared out from a face that was becoming undeniably feminine.

And then her chest rose, swelled, pressed outward beneath the fabric of her shirt. First a twinge, then a full ache, until a respectable swell of C-cup breasts filled her new figure, and then far beyond, becoming just as huge as all the lamias around her. She gasped, hugging herself with trembling new arms, looking down in disbelief at the body she now possessed.

Mary, Hilda, and Dennis all froze together as that bubbling sensation returned, more insistent this time. They braced for it, but nothing could stop the next surge. With a powerful rush, yet another pair of arms tore free at their sides, stretching, flexing, joining the others in an elegant spread. Fingers curled experimentally, six arms now moving in perfect, dizzying synchrony.

When the growing and changing finally subsided, the room fell silent. No trace of Dennis’s humanity remained. Where once had stood two lamias and a man, now three lamias, each with six glistening arms, breathed heavily, scales glittering under the soft light.

Only Nicole broke the silence, leaning back with a smirk and crossing her own six arms in smug satisfaction. “Well,” she drawled, “looks like I’m not the only one in the multi-arm club anymore.”

Mary and Hilda laughed shakily, turning to twine their tails together in giddy relief. Dennis, still hugging herself, still wide-eyed, could only whisper, “I… I’m one of you?”

The answer was clear. There wasn’t a single non-six-armed lamia left in the room anymore.

“The perfect Snekiversary,” Hilda sighed happily, her tail looping lazily around Mary’s.

“Now we finally have six arms too!” Mary declared, lifting all of them at once in a triumphant stretch, her grin brighter than the lanterns.

Dennis looked down at her coils and gave a bewildered hiss. “…Why did I turn into a lamia too?”

Nicole shrugged, folding six arms smugly across her chest. “I guess that package just turned everyone into a six-armed lamia.”

Dennis squinted at her. “But why didn’t you say anything?!”

Mary only grinned wider, resting a hand, well, two hands, on Dennis’ shoulder. “Because we didn’t know what it would do either, Demi. Now be happy, celebrate with us, and let’s go watch a movie! Movie night!”

“Movie night!” Nicole and Hilda cheered together, tails thumping against the floor.

“…I guess it’s lamia movie night,” Demi muttered, glancing down at her scales as she slithered uncertainly toward the couch. “Is that just normal with you guys?”

“You’ll get used to it,” Nicole said smoothly, giving Demi’ shoulder a reassuring pat with one hand, then another, and another, just to rub it in. “Trust me. You’ll get used to it.”

With that, the four of them coiled into a heap on the couch, tails overlapping, arms reaching for snacks, laughter bubbling around the room. For the first time, every single one of them was part of the same strange, wonderful family.

The lights dimmed, the movie started, and their Snekiversary, filled with scales, magic, and more arms than anyone really needed, was now truly perfect.

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More snek and more arms for everyone!