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Kid Cobra Reveals His Secret Gear Live For Fans In Latest Stream

This happens nearly every time. You're an Arms haver which puts you at the top as far as sports and popularity go, but you've never got the hang of normal things like this. Even after all this time you still avoid buttons and wear latching, velcroing, and pull-on clothes only. Your signature pants are baggy enough you don't need to fuss with their zipper, but still, the snap-together belt must be done up. You stare at yourself in the mirror fussing with the latch on your pants. Attempting to pull the two fragile halves of your belt together before your unsupported pants slide down your slick undersuit is torcher.

Finally, you hear a single click and grin at your well-dressed self in satisfaction. Your reflection doesn't grin back of course. Maintaining anonymity, or at least the symbol of it, is Arms Fighting tradition and you're on your way to a professional appearance. Getting the mask on was its own problem. You're not used to getting dressed up without your professional attendees.

You wish you had more time to finish what you were doing, but that kind of thing has ALSO been difficult for you since your arms came. Someone with a schedule to make and who takes as long as you do to get dressed has no time to spend on unnecessary things. You wish you were as inhuman or as crassly skimpy as some of your dude Arms Fighter contemporaries, none of them know what it's like to suffer for one's wardrobe body for their gifts as you do.

You wonder if anybody else has as hard a time adjusting. They HAVE to. Other than Min Min you don't know a single Arms Fighter lacking opposable fingers who dresses as well as you do. They MUST reduce their wardrobe to accommodate their challenges.

Leaving your bathroom's push door you turn down the hall and to the one tidy corner of your studio, framed by your light and camera setup and n uncomfortable posture-forcing expensive chair in front of a large snake boarding poster. When your arms and hands are as large as your's one's chair has to be SO FAR from the computer, so your setup is extra-large. You have a special camera especially for producing close-up-like detail despite the necessary wide-angle and distance, but you check--OH GEEZ YOUR STREAM IS ALREADY FIVE MINUTES LATE!

snakenerd101: So... nobody here yet
snakenerd101: Typical...
666-111: OMG
snakenerd101: (first)
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ninja_fan: i'm here
skatrgril: I thought it was sheduled sooner
rambo: do you thik cobra has a cobra?
snek: cant believe it wasnt taken!!!
snek: sneksneksneksneksnek
Spoink: Welcome, Ninja_Fan to the community! We're glad to have you here on the LiveSpring Community!
ninja_fan: lol i'm a ls vet. how new are you
snek: sneksneksneksneksneksneksneksneksnek
sk8er_r8er: lol
rambo: I mean if hes half snake hell have a snake V JJ
snakenerd101: It says it should have started 4 minutes ago... I follow his twitter and instagram accounts
permaid: I can't wait!
momma: gross, Rambo
tubberware: oh it changed. i think it's starting!
booboo69: Not on my end!
booboo69: Oh wait! Lag! It's starting!
turnbo: there's no lag it always does that 
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"Yo, my dudes and dudettes. Did you check that radical show I put on last week?"

skatrgril: It's him
sprongpong: he aint got nothing on springman
snakenerd101: Finally!
=== KidCobra2 has created a poll on LiveSpring.org! ===
"see th show las week"
=== 16 say 'yes'; 32 say 'no'; 511 watching ===
snakenerd101: OMG YES!
skatrgril: I did
sk8er_r8er: I mostly only watch your arm matches
DUD3773: no
bumbum_6: Arms is the best!
otak-eww: I had to miss it sadly >.>
nonobat: you were in an arms match last week?
ninja_fan: @sk8er_r8er lol

This is irritating. Not only do they not use the poll, but most of your "fans" don't even watch your snake boarding.

"Well here's some rad footage, a blast from the past!"

With some difficulty and a few missed keys, which most of your viewers have probably noticed due to your large hands and wide camera angle, you put the footage on.

You sigh in relief as your super-zoomed out portrait is taken up by the event footage. You automatically slouch and spread your legs in your expensive good-posture chair.

Interacting with your viewers used be fun until your Arms matches started taking the spotlight from your snake boarding. A lot of your new fans are quite flighty and talkative too, and there's been a recent "meme" going around about the status of your biology. You totally shredded that live competition last week! They should have SEEN and should be TALKING ABOUT that!

As your arms relax and coil on the floor under your chair one of your curly snake forearms grates against your thigh. The flexible coils and scaley texture do exactly what your oversized hard gloves can't, not that they can do it well or reliably. Meanwhile, groupies are a PR nightmare in this family-friendly sport. It's been more than a week since you've done it properly. You wish you could be in the bathroom instead of here doing this, trapped behind a screen for the next hour and a half.
You grind against your crotch and thighs for two indulgent minutes and forty-five glorious seconds before the footage ends and your fans, you know, probably expect to SEE you now. You sort out your arms and set the video feed back to your camera.

"Yo dudes, did you enjoy that gnarly footage? I really think that last--" You see the chat.

skatrgril: wow
katashii changed their nick to rambo2
ashmirer: I'm not unimpressed by this 'snake boarding'
0llY: nice follow through on the tripple manba-switch
rancor: nice outfit v-hole
rancor: who are you supposed to be, a power ranger
dj57: what does this have to do with arms ?
dododo: nice video

You can't handle this. Digs at your outfit are UNCOOL. You block 'rancor' covertly, blacklisting the troll's IP in your account settings instead of their username in your channel. Other viewers won't be notified this way and they can't come back, and they can still see your viewer count doesn't even go down. You have an extension that does this with a single click so you can do it with minimal fumbling. If only you knew an extension that automatically blocked anybody that said 'v-hole'.

"--that last Mamba Switch was sick. But you can't pull off such sick tricks without a teacher. Hey dude-dudettes, want some rad advice on boarding gear straight from a pro?"

rando47: hell yeah
slinkstink: i need adv on my new board
lootboox: cool vid
gab-B-hillchrnchr: you mean those duds
nknwn_usr: !!!
bumbum_6: i'm excited to learn about this new sport
otak-eww: guyz listin up cobra has da best gear

The response is generally positive, even if one of your chat are intrigued by this 'new sport' of snake boarding. Time to show these posers and Arms fans how sick snake boarding and your rad threads are.

"You see," you begin as you stand up and turn around once to show your gear and the visible impressions of your shredded abs and back. "This suit I wear is a custom made Hexpad Second Skin which makes a rad compression and protective suit despite being hella light and nearly skin-tight for ace aerodynamics. Drag isn't all bad though, these pants," you secretly bite your tongue in concentration trying to get it just right... YES! You pinch your waistband between your thumb and bulky robo-mitten and give it an audible snap. "--are hella stylin'. No use winnin' trophies if you don't look like a skater homeboy doing it, remember tha--" You hear a familiar click, like the one you heard in the bathroom. Your already low-riding purple sweats, now unbuckled, slide down your hips.

"Guuuuuuuh!" you hear yourself, throwing you right arm out to catch your waistband and missing spectacularly. You vividly remember hearing one click in the bathroom. You usually hear two, they weren't fully done up.

You spread your legs to catch your falling pants on your outer thigh but your board shoes get caught on your chair's legs. You have no time to straighten your stance. In a last ditch effort you widen your legs as much as you can in a half-crouch and watch despairingly as your baggy pants slink easily around your outstretched knees and join your tangled feet at your ankles.

Turning your head up to see what's visible to all your viewers on the monitor, you double-take snapping your attention back down to your compression clad groin. Showing clearly through the skin tight material of your suit is your horizontal and semi-full... cobra. You look up to your monitor grimacing. Maybe the lighting isn't good enough to see.

The lighting is spectacular, and your suit is slightly shiny.

While pulling your hands towards your crotch to cover, you try to squat down under the camera's frame of view but your feet are caught within the prongs of your chair. You stagger. Arms flail uselessly around you as they bounce around and overshoot every position you try to hold them. You look down to straighten your feet but they're hidden in the folds of your pants. In panic you stub your foot on something twisting your ankle slightly.

Your spring arm reflexes kick in and you shoot an arm down your body to the heap around your ankles. Too broad to grasp the fabric it punches the floor and pants, bouncing slightly and sending the impact vibrations up your arm. The coils of your arm gyrate over your torso rubbing against your abs and cock.

You can see in your peripheral vision that the comments section is ablaze with activity.

Cringing in embarrassment you make to flail your other arm overhead to strike and close your laptop. Your hand nicks the chair behind you and is thrown off course. It ends up too far right with not enough distance. Without pulling it back and recovering from the punch you attempt to throw it at the computer again. This time the staggered punch hits the corner of your desk hard, punching it to the side a few inches and bouncing back, wrapping itself a full loop around your chest protector.

You flail your body, shaking your shoulders back-and-forth and stepping on your other hand by accident, but your left arm is tangled in its own curls.

Looking up at the monitor, the text of the chat bar flowing upwards like a rushing stream, you muster your desperation and yank your right hand up hard. You're hit from behind and fall backward.

Having got caught under your pants, which in turn must've got caught under your chair's wheels, your desperate yank jostled the chair into your back and legs and you fell over into it.

One arm tangled around you like a lasso and the other pinned by your own weight under your chair along with the tangle of pants, tying down your feet, you look up at yourself in the monitor. Tied up in a shameful and desperate slouch with your legs spread, the central seam of your suit announcing the slight curvature of your compressed balls and an erection climbing up your abdomen. Your tangled arm got twisted around an armrest.

You thrash. Trying to shake yourself up or even out of the chair proves useless and no matter where you buck or twist you can't close your legs. Your feet are firmly pinned apart and you can't begin to sit up or untangle yourself without arms. You trash some more. You only now notice your pinned arm strumming harshly against your extreme upper thigh with every movement.

You feel a twitch and a small slide against your lower belly, your erection slowly climbing upward.