"Calm down, Lena. It's just a small flight. Just a small, tiny, insignificant...ten hour-long flight," the trembling vixen reassured herself, one hand kneading the fluff atop her bosom. It wasn't the first time the vulpine had been on a flight, but it was the longest time she'd be flying in one go by a long shot. And today of all days she had forgotten to pack any anxiety medication.
Flight 69, which Lena was inside of, had not even taken off to the runway yet. Others were still filing in and already Lena felt the tell-tale heat rising from her loins. The fox did her best to hide her predicament, leaving some random magazine she bought on her lap as she stared out the window. At least her seat in the very back of the plane would mean she didn't have anyone able to watch her from behind. She only had to worry about the people sitting in front of her, facing away; and the few that would sit in her aisle — assuming this flight would even fill up that far.
Lena mulled all this over in an attempt to calm her anxiety-fueled arousal, idly pulling away her loose-fit top and bra to fan her nipples. The sound of someone clearing their throat behind her made her freeze mid-motion. Like a deer in headlights, Lena turned her upper body, her nipples on full display to the snake-woman standing there. The lizard flitted her tongue out, blinking slowly as she took in the sight Lena graced her with. "Excussse me, your tail..." the cold-blooded serpent lady started, pointing a scaly finger at the seat next to Lena's, where the vulpine's tail had made itself comfortable.
For what felt like an eternity Lena remained frozen, giving the snake ample time to appraise the fox's bosom; which she did openly. At a tilt of the snake-woman's head, however, she felt her joints slacken, quickly sitting back properly, tucking her tail between herself and the plane's wall. Lena then also let go of her shirt and bra, letting it slap wetly onto her now erect nipples.
"So-so-sorry about that," Lena stammered as she hunched over, feeling like she might die from shame at so brazenly flashing another passenger. The snake, unreadable as they tend to be, grunted noncommittally and took her seat. "Nothhhing to worry about, dear. Mussst be quite warm in here for hot-bloodsss, like yourssself," the snake-woman commented.
There was an odd sense of calm in the bored-sounding words of the female serpent. Glancing over, Lena saw the Serpent busied herself with a tablet, reading some random article. The vulpine must have stared too long, because the snake-lady turned her eyes and gave Lena a soft smile as she hissed "The name'sss Mara, by the way. Pleasssed to meet you, foxxy."
Mara held out a hand, and Lena introduced herself, painfully aware of the dampness of her furry hands. Instead of being repulsed, however, Mara seemed to moan a little as she felt Lena's touch, cooing a soft "Sssuch warmth..."
The snake-woman held onto Lena's hand a moment longer before releasing her grip. With dread rising in the her chest, Lena watched as Mara realized her hand was moist now. The snake brought it to her lips, letting her serpentine tongue smell it, her eyes flitting to Lena.
Lena felt an enticing sense of shame wash over her, and could only turn away, feeling her arousal climb to unknown heights as the plane's intercom announced the flight would take off soon.
The measured apathy of the pilot and flight attendants distracted both Mara and Lena as the plane made its way to the runway. Though as Lena watched the runway speed past through the window she felt the fear-fueled twitch in her loins, another wave of heat washing through her supple vulpine body. She did her best to fight off the sensation as she dug her nails into the arm-rest, forcing her eyes shut and pulling her head back.
Some shuffling sounds and rustling next to Lena made her wonder what Mara was doing, but the vulpine was too busy not letting her fear force her body into heat. She wanted nothing less than that. The shame Lena felt only helped increase the effect the situation had on her arousal.
A cold, scaly hand laid itself on Lena's clenching hand, and another slid up her arm and moved around her back to come to a rest just below the fox's bosom, squeezing her ribs. "You ssseem tense," Mara whispered, her lips just a few inches from the trembling fox's ear. "Do you wish to hold my hand? We could hug, too...would help me, to be honessst."
The sound of a faint moan at Mara's proximity made Lena freeze up. "I-I just need to air out some, It's too hot in here, but, well..." Lena huffed, smacking her lips as she motioned to her clothing.
The fox wore a low-cut V-neck top and a skirt that hid a pair of panties that by now, she knew, were soaked in her musk.
Mara smiled at that, predatory and sinister as only a snake could muster. The serpent's hand lifted off of Lena's and snaked its way up to her chest. A pleasant coolness washed over Lena as Mara brushed her cold, slick hand down her exposed chest; until the snake suddenly cupped Lena's tit.
Lena wanted to yelp, but Mara's free hand shut the fox's mouth. "Hush. You were airing your chest when I sat down earlier, yes?" Mara whispered, her tongue tickling Lena's neck. "Why not do that again, and more?"
"We're in public," Lena panted, glancing around the inside of the plane nervously. True, the two of them were in the very back, and the couple sitting opposite them had fallen asleep, but that still left the option of a flight attendant passing by catching them.
The snake-lady only chuckled, her groping hand toying with the fox's nipple. "You ssseemed fine earlier," Mara pressed, not even bothering to tear her attention from her burning hot prey.
It felt wrong, painfully embarrassing but also so good to have Mara's cold hands explore her damp, furry bosom. The vulpine's eyes flitted around, staring at the interior of the plane's coach class.
While Lena was being molested by Mara's cold touch, the other passengers were busy with themselves, sleeping, reading, or watching some on-board movie. The vulpine female felt her heat soak and drip onto her seat as she looked around, aware that at any moment, someone could turn her way.
Mara, meanwhile, could not care less as she