You were not quite certain what to expect when you awoke as your new owner's vagina. You could tell that you were in some sort of structure that was probably meant for sleeping in, or perhaps even a nest, as the space around you was filled with soft, warm, and fluffy material. You felt the warmth of the air, the gentle movement of the breeze, and the occasional tickle of the wind. There was no other sound, aside from the constant humming of the air itself. The only light came from the faint glow of the stars overhead, barely visible through the gaps in the roof above you. Even so, you could see clearly enough to get by.
You are just a piece of flesh, used as a receptacle for your master's needs. You couldn't help but feel this way, despite the fact that you could remember your old life, and all the people you knew. Yet you couldn't help but hope that your master did care about you.
You feel your master stir as they woke up. You soon find yourself looking into the eyes of the creature that has stolen your body. It looks back at you with its yellow-orange reptilian gaze. You can sense a strange, almost confused emotion coming from your captor, and it seems to be struggling with something. You try to speak to the serpent, but no words come out, so you can only hope they can hear your thoughts.
"What are we?" your master asked aloud. "Where am I? Why did this happen?"
It seems they remembered their past from back when the situation was reversed, and they don't know why it happened either. They seem to have some memories of your former self.
"I was your penis... And then suddenly I started growing, and you were sucked into... What you are now..." She said.
She flexes one of her wings and uses it to stroke her own head, though it seems to pleasure her a little, she seems disappointed as she sighs. "I'm going to miss being used that way... But I suppose you can make up for it."
They look down at you, and you realize your pussy lips are open. You feel the clit that used to be your tongue trying to form a word, but nothing comes out. Your master seems slightly amused.
"Oh, you're awake! How do you like your new home? Though... Hmm... I'm not sure you can tell me... Okay, one twitch for 'its fine I guess', and two for 'this is the worst'," she said.
You tense your muscles as best you can, and after a pause your master giggles at you.
"Good boy," your master says.
Your master's tail wraps around her body and pulls you closer to her face, and you feel your master's nose press against your slit as they inhale deeply.
You gasp as you are filled with a warm breath. The smell of an aroused female permeates every pore of your skin. You shiver as your master's tongue presses against your opening. You shudder as the snake's long, flexible appendage slowly begins licking your inner walls.
You moan softly as your master's mouth parts your folds. The snake's tongue flicks across your sensitive tissues. You pant as your master's cheeks begin to rub against your vulva.
If you had a voice, you would be whimpering as your master's nose continues to nuzzle the cunt you inhabit. The snake's hot, wet tongue licks your labia and your clitoris. The pressure of the serpent's nostrils against your sex feels amazing, and you feel the serpent's tonguetip begin rubbing along your most tender spot.
The serpent's movements become more urgent as the snake's tongue starts pressing firmly on your g-spot. The sensations that the reptile sends through you are incredible. You can feel the heat of the creature's insides, and the intense suction of its oral cavity. You find yourself wishing you could do more than just contract your vaginal form in response to the stimulation of the serpent's tongue, but you cannot. You are still only her reproductive organs.
You feel your body trembling and quivering as the vibrations of the serpent's tongue send you over the cliff. You mentally cry out as your orgasm rips through your core.
You finally feel your master withdraw from you. You feel the coolness of your surroundings in the afterglow as you process what they just did to you.
"I could almost hear you crying out in pleasure at the end there, or was it my imagination?" she said.
You try to send your thoughts to her, but she looks like she's straining herself to hear your thoughts.
"Well, I can sense you thinking something, but its not clear, maybe we need to get a bit more in synch first," she says as if thinking out loud.
You do a mental sigh of resignation, having a good idea what she means by getting in synch.
"Okay, that feeling I understood," she says, "but for now we should..."