Abossphis

>"WHERE IS MY COFFEE"
>You rush over to your boss' desk, struggling to keep a hold of both your papers and her hot drink
>She merely leans on the desk, tapping her fingers on the desk, glaring at you as you begin to put everything down and recap about all the stuff she needs to do today
>Your boss is none other than a haughty, bossy and very loudy Apophis, who might as well be an Anubis for how much she acts like a slave driver
>She's the boss, owner and proprietor of her company, with which she and you are the only employees of
>It's just barely a company though, she only made it in spite of her successful high school rival Pharaoh's company
>You're just her assistant and do whatever she tells you to do
>Actual work, however, is scarce since any jobs she gets are shrugged off so she can work on some scheme to "get back" at her rival
>You've long sense abandoned actually trying to get her to work and now just help her in petty revenge
>Considering that the company is constantly in the red, you have no actual how she's able to pay you
>You hand her some papers about some of the items she's ordered, as she sips the coffee you made, before spitting it out
>She glares at the coffee, and you, and back, waiting for you to ask
>With an exasperated sigh, you ask her what's wrong with the coffee
>"Oh, nothing. It's fine."
>You give her a tired glare.
>"Well, you see I'm just considering giving up coffee. You put too much milk into it, and I think that's responsible for giving me this gut."
>She rolls her chair back to personally show you her meaty body (with very impressive breasts) as she pushes her fingers into her soft stomach, it going far further into her than when you first met her
>"See? It's probably your coffee doing that, I need to give it up."
>You offer the idea that it might also be because she has a terrible diet of junk food and spends her free time doing nothing but laying around her house
>All this gets you is an empty plastic cup thrown at your head

>You've considered quitting multiple times, but the job pays really well and you do almost no work
>Some days though, you really consider it, like today, where your boss decides she wants to "observe" her business rival to understand her methods
>At her private house
>You and her arrive at a hill that's far enough to be out of her rival's sight, but offers the perfect view of her bathroom and shower
>Well, at least you'd get to enjoy some brown tits
>You pull out your binoculars before your boss Apophis snatches them out of your hands
>You bitterly ask her why she doesn't have her own pair, but she sheepishly tells you "she forgot"
>You doubt that and just expect her to have not bought her own
>SShe looks through the binoculars, before shouting excitedly
>"OK! SHE'S THERE! SHE'S THERE! QUICK LAY ON THE GROUND SO SHE WON'T SEE US"
>Obeying, you lay on the ground, expecting her to lay next to you
>Instead she just lays right on top of you
>Your shock turns to annoyance as you glare up at her, her two massive breasts on both sides of your head, and her whole body (Damn she is heavy) pinning you down
>"What? I'm not laying in dirt. Besides, girls can't lay stomach flat. You wouldn't understand, you don't have breasts."
>Your boss looks through the binoculars
>"And neither does she, damn she's flat! HA! Doesn't she know men prefer girls who have meat on their bones?"
>Being held down by the weight of "a girl with meat on her bones", you certainly would beg to differ, but you hold your tongue shut, you don't need your head smacked again today

>"With all due respect, I really don't think this is a good idea."
>"Bah, what do you know, you're just a human boy. Now help me put this damn bra on, it won't fit."
>You step behind her and try to help her struggle into her black bra, it being a few sizes too small for her
>After some pulling and a few swear words on her part, you're finally able to get it on, as it sinks into soft flesh, barely containing her massive grapes
>Taking a moments rest, you go back to questioning your boss on her plan, and beg her to reconsider
>"Oh, quit being such a downer, it'll be simple as pie!"
>Her tail coils around your legs and she casually throws an arm around your neck
>"All we have to do is sneak into her party, which there'll be so many hoity toity types they'll barely notice us."
>Well, she's right about that, you note, she wouldn't be out of place in such a group
>Choosing to ignore you, she continues, gesturing with her free hand
>"Now, we go in, and we try to find where she's sitting and slip laxatives into her drink!"
>"And when that dumb broad goes up to make her final speech, BAM!"
>She throws a fist in the air, before uncurling her hand and waving her fingers all around, trying to replicate fireworks
>"She'll make a fool of herself on stage! What isn't smart about this plan? Besides, you can even think of it as a date, you get to have this hot young snake hanging to your arm, ain't that nice enough for tonight? Everyone wins here!"
>You note she's almost 6 years older than you, which hardly constitutes as "young", but before you finish a tail slaps you in the face and a suit is shoved into your arms
>The things you do for this snake

>If you had a nickle for every time you were right you'd have enough money to quit this job and retire young
>Instead, you're not stuck laying on a couch in a tattered suit with several bruises from Security
>And on top of you if your half-naked slightly sticky intoxicated Apophis boss who's crying like a child into your chest, her tail coiled around her, dress tattered, a few bruises on her, and her bra missing
>You've tried to push her off, but your efforts to get her off of you have gone unnoticed by the weeping snake, and have failed because she is both a long snake, and a chubby snake, and thus heavy as hell
>As such, you decided to rescind yourself to your fate and hope she releases you soon
>"IT'S NOT FAIR! IT'S NOT FUCKING FAIR, WE WERE SO CLOSE TOO! THAT STUPID BROWN BITCH CHEATED!"
>You rub her back with your one free hand, zoning out to recall what had happened, at the party
>It actually had gone well to begin with, Security was distracted by some over eager Jubjub bimbos allowing you two to sneak in, and of course your boss helped herself to the "free alcohol"
>However, when she found the glass her rival was using, and waited for her to put it on a table to walk away for a bit, it all went south
>As your boss leaned over the table to drop the laxatives in, her bra bursted open from her tight dress, knocking over the glass, which caused a chain reaction knocking over all the drinks on the table
>The result was a topless Apophis covered in wine with broken glass and more wine all around her, and all eyes on the two of you
>And after dealing with security, you ended up here, in her house and on her couch with her breaking down and using you as a body pillow
>You eventually return to reality, as you hear someone snoring
>You look down to see your boss knocked out cold, using your chest as a pillow
>Looks like all the crying must of tired her out
>Oh well, at least you can go home no-
>Dicks you're still under her

>"ANON! ANON WHERE ARE YOU? GET OVER HERE NOW!"
>You give your Apophis Boss a scowl
>You're both in the same room
>Your desk is 6 feet away
>And she knows if she keeps yelling the people in the office room next to this one will complain again and you'd both get kicked out of "her lair of business and revenge"
>Still, despite being plainly in view, the purple snake merely ignores your presence and looks around the room, as if searching for you
>You sigh and ask her what she wants
>She loudly mumbles AHEM, glaring at you, before resuming her "search"
>For fucks sake
>"Yes Mistress, your loyal humble servant Anon reporting for duty."
>"Oh, there you are Anon, I didn't notice you there."
>In your mind, you think several vulgar thoughts about "pompous fat grapes", but you retain them
>"Now, last plan didn't work well, but that's fine! New plan! I have learned from my mistakes!"
>Surprised at the fact she has "learned something", you ask her just what it was
>However, your question gets responded to with a huff
>"Anon that was a rhetorical question, you were supposed to tell me that I'm perfect and make no mistakes, and I'd blush and tell you that you're right about that."
>Your boss makes a shrug, and casually wraps an arm around your shoulder
>"But don't worry, you're young, you're still learning. And who knows, maybe when I'm done molding you to be my perfect assistant, some of my greatness might rub off on you."
>You ask her if her self-indulgent praise is over and if she can get back to her point
>"Oh, yes! Point! I have a new plan! If we can't get back at her, we'll get back at the ones she loves, thus getting back at her in a chain reaction kind of way!"
>You could tell this was not going to be your day

>"Now, I was shifting through that brown bitch's mail, when I stumbled upon THIS DAMNING NOTE!"
>Your Abossphis hands you an envelope that was already ripped open
>You pull out its contents to find a folded fancy piece of stationary, and handwriting that resembles a 9 year old's
>A talented 9 year old who knows how to write proper and not scribble, but a 9 year old nonetheless
>Isn't this the Pharaoh's daughter, you ask
>"No, it's her husbands daughter. However, she ALSO happens to be her daughter!"
>"Apparently, she wrote an early letter to Santa, saying all she wanted for Christmas was some plush Pikachu toy with light up cheeks!"
>You're not sure why she said apparently, you have the letter stating that right here, she even gave the note to you herself, but you let her continue
>"So, what we're going to do is go to every toy store in this city and buy every single Pikachu plush they have, so when Christmas day comes and there's no Pikachu with Light Up cheeks under her tree, she'll realize Santa doesn't exist and the Christmas Spirit is a lie"
>You boss' rant slowly picks up speed as she gets more into it, her talking turning into shouting
>"And then she'll realize her Mother doesn't really love her and grow up resenting her and wondering why she isn't loved so when she's an adult she'll spend every Friday night eating Ice Cream and crying to random people on the phone about why her parents never loved her and what she did wrong!"
>She seems more red than purple, has a few tears in her eyes, and is sweaty. You pat her on the back to calm her down
>"A-Anyways, let's go ruin her Christmas!"
>You remind your boss that it's late September, and Christmas is several months away, with multiple major holidays between now and then
>"Eh, they do Christmas earlier every year, we should be fine. Better early then never right? Now, to the Apophis Mobile!"

>The "Apophis Mobile" is just a pickup she found abandoned on the side of the highway
>It has several unidentifiable stains on the seats, you're not sure if their origins are from the previous owner or your boss, but you'd rather not know
>You can't notice the stains though, you're stuck cramped against the door thanks to your boss' big fat tail taking up your entire side
>The lack of air conditioning and Abossphis swearing at every driver on the way also contributed to your less than ideal ride
>Finally the truck parks, and you stumble out of it, and in front of Toys R Us
>"Alright Anon, first stop! Let's snag their Pikachus like Team Rocket!"
>You remind her that Team Rocket never managed to snag Pikachu in the show
>"Really? Oh, well, then ignore my analogy. Anyways, onward!"
>You grab a basket and follow behind your boss
>Which ended up being a mistake since she had no idea where to go
>From the Barbie aisle to the Lego aisle, she makes you walk through every aisle with her until the very last one that happens to be the Pokemon one
>Since they only have three left, you put them all in, as your boss gives her evil laugh and shouts "ONWARD"
>This causes a little Centaur girl to cry and her mother to glare at the two of you
>You make it to Checkout without causing another incident, where the young Kobold, about your age smiles happily at the two of you
>"Aww, hello there! Getting your daughters a bunch of gifts?"

>Before you can correct her, the Apophis pushes you into her with her thick purple tail, shoving you into her massive breasts with one hand
>"Yes, haha, yup! Just a nice normal husband and wife spoiling their daughters with toys! Haha, yeah!"
>The hell, you're not married, why does she need to lie? And even if she did need to, couldn't you be Aunt and Nephew, or Cousins, or Siblings, or literally anything else?
>"SHH!" She whispers loudly into your ear, still smooshing your face into her soft bossom
>"You know what others think about childless unmarried Monster Girls going to places filled with little children Monster Girls, they panic and suspect you for some deviant, and then the police come, and you want another incident like the Water Park one?"
>Fair point, looks like she's your wife
>"Excuse me," The Kobold interjects "If you're done whispering things in front of me, I can check you out now!"
>Your boss laughs nervously and releases you from her grip, allowing you to finally breath
>"Ha ha, of course! Honey, put the stuff on the... Thingy, whatever its called."
>Obeying your "wife", you place the stuffed Pikachus on the counter as the Kobold happily scans them
>"Alrighty! That'll be $92.47!"
>...
>...
>...
>You look at your boss
>She doesn't seriously expect you to pay does she
>She does
>Oh hell no
>"Fine, I'll pay. Damn lazy house husbands, I tell ya, they just sit around and where does it get ya, ya know what I mean lady? Haha, there you go."
>"Ma'am, this is only $40."
>"Yes."
>"Each Pikachu is $30, so all together it's $90 plus taxes."
>"Alright, listen kid, let me explain this to ya. I don't have $90 plus tax on me. So I will pay you this $40, and you will let me have all the Pikachus."
>"But Ma'am that would be illegal."
>"Well I don't know what you expect me to do, you're not cooperating with me here."
>"Well, you could put the other two Pikachus back and just get one for the $40, and I'd give you the change."
>"... Fair enough."

>As you leave the store with the one Pikachu plush, the Kobold shouts to your boss
>"OH MRS! I ALSO MOST FORGOT TO TELL YOU!"
>Your boss turns her head curious
>"I almost forgot to mention, next store at our Babies R Us, we have all kinds of things for mothers to help them get back on their feet! They even have exercise items for mothers that want to lose some of that baby weight from pregnancy! You could lose all that weight from those triplets in no time!"
>Your boss gives a nervous chuckle, before quickly slithering out of the store
>When you reach the pickup, you see your boss poking her stomach with a dejected look on her face
>"Hey Anon... You'll be truthful right?"
>Eh
>"Well, I'm not... Healthy am I?"
>Well, you're not sure if you'd call her fat, but she was on the bigger side than most Apophises, and people with stricter standards might call her so
>You go with the smart option of saying she's fine, because no idiot tells a woman she's fat, especially not their boss
>A smile reappearing on her, she slithers back into the car
>"Of course! I mean, how could someone as beautiful, alluring, and smart as yours truly possibly be something so lowbrow! Anyways, status report on the mission Anon!"
>Struggling to get into your seat thanks to her tail, you tell her you have one stuffed Pikachu, holding it above the tail in your lap
>"Great! And how many do we need to succeed the plan?"
>Well, considering it's a toy from an extremely popular franchise loved by millions of children and adults, they had to of made a minimum of at least 300,000, though maybe higher
>Your boss' smile disappears again, as the numbers begin to sink into her head
>"Alright Anon, I see my previous plan was so great and impressive this Earth simply wasn't ready for it yet. As such, we're moving onto Plan B."
>You hope Plan B is giving up, but you know better

>"HA HA, I'VE GOT THE PIKACHU AND YOU DON'T, HA HA! LOOK HOW CUTE IT IS, IT'S SO FUN! IT'S CHEEKS LIGHT UP JUST LIKE IN THE ANIME WHICH IS JUST LIKE THE VIDEO GAMES!"
>You lean out of your side's car window, bored, while your boss leans out her car window holding the Pikachu out in hopes the Pharaoh's daughter would see it
>The daughter closed the blinds to her room 30 minutes ago, you're surprised security hadn't come sooner, especially considered the fact your Apophis boss drove over a flower bed so she could park right next to the house's window
>"COME ON OUT DON'T YOU WANT TO SEE HOW COOL IT IS? BUT YOU CAN'T TOUCH IT BECAUSE IT'S MINE AND NOT YOURS AND YOU MIGHT NEVER GET ONE, BUT I'LL ALWAYS HAVE MINE"
>Where is security, you kind of want them to show up, at least you could go home faster that way
>"LOOK AT ME! I CAN PUT IT ON MY HEAD AND I'LL BE EXACTLY LIKE A POKEMON TRAINER! I'M GOING TO CATCH THEM ALL! BUT YOU'LL JUST BE STUCK CATCHING THEM ALL BUT ONE AND THAT ONE IS PIKACHU BECAUSE I HAVE IT AND WON'T TRADE HIM TO YOU"
>Is it a holiday? Maybe security is out today. If it's a holiday why aren't you off too?
>"YOU TEACH ME BUT I WON'T TEACH YOU BECAUSE I HAVE PIKACHUUUU AND YOU DON'T NO YOU DON'T POKEMON"
>Finally, you see a Red Oni dressed up in a uniform off on the horizon
>About time, she must've been on lunch or something
>You wave over to the Oni before popping your head back in the car
>You knock on her tail and alert your boss it's time to go, though she looks back at you with a pout
>"Oh come on, you said we could stay an hour. How am I supposed to inflict any psychological damage in under an hour? That's not fair."
>You remind her that the Red Oni promised to inflict some physical damage next time she caught you two, and with that she agrees she's had enough of Plan B for today

>Well, today you learned that an Oni can in fact reach 60 MPH
>You also learned that you really need to get your own ride since your boss refuses to drop you off at your house
>Meaning yet again you have to sleep at her house
>You really hope your parents don't get the wrong message from all the nights you've spent at your boss' house
>"Hey Anon, can you grab me a beer while you're up?"
>The first night you ever spent at your boss' house you had to constantly remind her you're off the clock, but she seems to believe she owns your ass 24/7, so eventually you decided to just go along with it
>"And while you're in the kitchen, could you cook me some Dinner? I'm hungry."
>"Oh! And put on a naked apron! I saw a Dragon on TV who had her husband do that, you should do that too!
>This damn snake
>After a few minutes, you came out (fully clothed) carrying a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and a beer bottle for your boss
>The big grape was laying across the couch, her head propped up by one side's arm rest, and her tail spilling past the couch and onto the floor
>Her arm dangled on one side while the other was rest on her stomach, covered by the only article of clothing on her, one big loose white T shirt that was too big for her (a rare occurrence for her)
>She seemed disappointed by both your lack of naked apron and the food
>"You present this... Rubbish as dinner? I'm a damn Queen! You should fetch me something of higher quality! Fresh cooked steaks served on naked bishounens!"
>You're slightly shocked, you thought you made a nice sandwich, and tell her if she wants something else she can get off her fat non-existent ass and make it herself
>"Uuuuugh... Can you at least cut off the crust?"
>You leave to the kitchen and remove the crust
>"Oh, and cut it in a heart too! I love hearts. Bring me my heart sandwich!"

>After much back and forth, you finally bring Abossphis three Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwichs, one on toasted buns, and all cut in a heart shape, a bottle of beer, and sing to her the "Baking Treats for my Mistress" song
>After the end of song and jazz hands, she eagerly claps her hands
>Handing her the food and beverage, you sit on the recliner next to her couch and quietly watch TV with her
>You have to admit, you love the recliner at her house. She bought it after the first night you stayed with her, when you had to sleep on the floor because she didn't have anywhere else to sleep
>It was a massive recliner, and you could barely fill up half of it, but damn if it wasn't comfy
>After a few old reruns of 90s cartoons, you could hear your boss giggling to herself in a slow slurred manner
>"H.... Heyyyy Anon. Hey Anon. Anonnny..."
>The tip of her tail seemed to snake its way into your lap
>"You doin' OK nonny?"
>You're the same as always, no better or worse
>Your reply only incites a giggle and a hiccup, as the tail tip slowly slid across your thigh, back and forth slowly and gracefully
>"Heeeey... Nonny guess... Guess you wanna play a ga-hic-ame?"
>Before you could even reply, the tail tip seemed to find its way to your zipper, and pulled it down
>"My little Nonny's bein' a bad boy again isn't he? I need to reward him right? Right Nonny?"
>Slowly the tail pulled your pants off, and slapped you across the face when you tried to object to his
>"Oooh come... Coming on now... Nonny you really need to come on now. Oh I know, I'll.. I'll teach you a history lesson, you like those right?"
>Pulling down your underwear, the tail tip coiled around your currently flaccid member
>"Did you know that... Did you know that lamia's have really sensitive tail tips? So did you know what that means?"
>As her tail tip slowly traces up and down your penis, slowly getting it excited, you ask her what exactly it means
>"It means I'll enjoy this just as much as you."

>With your dick finally beginning to get stiff, her tail tip coils around the base
>Tugging tightly, it has a firm grip before it slowly and forcefully begins to go up, stopping halfway from the top to go back to the bottom
>Repeating this motion, you can't help but marvel at how tight of a grip her tail has
>Not too hard to hurt your penis and pull it off, but just tight enough to make it feel fucking great
>She continues her slow, deliberate movements back and forth your penis' base, making a combination of giggles and moans from her own pleasure
>Gradually, the purple snake began to pick up the pace, going slightly faster
>You don't know if her faster speed was an intentional decision, or if she was getting wrapped up in her own pleasure and didn't notice, but you weren't complaining, because this tail job was amazing and tight
>Eventually, in the midst of her fit of giggles, moans, and other noises giant vipers make, you hold back no more, and release
>Her tail begins stopping its motion as your white cum lands on its dark purple scales, forming a perfect contrast
>"Heheheh, did Anonny cum already? That's cute, you're cute, you're cute..."
>Her tail tip uncoiled from your member, offering you a moments rest as she brought her tail tip to her own mouth, gluttonously licking and sucking it, trying to enjoy every last drop you gave her
>"You know Anon..." She began, between slurps
>"It's not nice to cum outside a girl, you could've let all that go to waste..."
>Slowly lifting herself from the couch, she motions for you to take off all your clothing, herself still in that damned white shirt
>Once you discarded your shirts and such, she motions for you to kneel on the ground
>"Time to begin playing... Hic... Playing the game. You have to work your way up me... Me and pleasuring every single part. And if you make it to the top..."
>She made a loud kissing sound as she puckered her lips
>"You get the grand prize. Ready to play? Playing Nonny?"

>You look up, admiring the purple form towering above you, her wide hips, her chubby belly, her impressive grapes, and her face, which normally looked scowled and haughty, but currently seemed relaxed, with a warm smile and dazed look
>You weren't entirely sure how to explain it, but something about this angle, looking up at her
>Something about this whole situation made you want to lick every part of this grapist
>Damn straight you'd take this challenge, with full intention of making it to the top
>"Heheh, you're cute when you do... What you did Nonny... Let's start now, let's we?"
>With that, she lifted her shirt up just a tad bit
>Enough to reveal her womanhood, and the patch of hair above it
>Huh, you didn't know Lamias could have pubes
>Oh well, time to dig in, as you lured in close to her, taking in one final look at her vagina, already dripping wet, glistening almost, the smell simultaneously sour yet inviting
>Without further delay, you plunge into her, your tongue exploring her folds
>She lets out an audible "Meep" that could've been mistaken for a Dormouse, and make a mental note to remind her of it once she's sober
>Your tongue explores deep into her, admiring the salty taste, as it finds itself her clitoris
>Your tongue makes special note to lick it, as you feel the Apophis twitch and murmur, wrapping her tail around you for something stable to hold onto
>You wrap your arms around her hips to help her, as your tongue continues its assault, before your boss takes it no more, as all the sensations from her lower lips cause her to shiver and quake with several loud moans
>You end your fun and look up to her panting, smiling face
>"Alright, round one done, doney done done done... Three more to go, you're goo... good with endurance right? You'll make this snake feel good... You will huh Nonny..."