A Gorgon’s Reflection [Twinning TGTF] (Patreon)

[Contains second person MTF TGTF, twinning, mental and physical monstergirl TF, forcefem, and gorgon selfcest.]

You slowly open your heavy eyes after what feels like a lifetime of sleep. The glaring midday sunlight burns at first, but indistinct shapes soon begin to come into focus: crumbled marble pillars overgrown with moss and vines are scattered around a grassy cloister, the shimmering blue sea is visible not too far away, and a few towering cumulus clouds loom above on the horizon. But interestingly, there are also a few life-sized human statues around you.

Despite the picturesque locale, something feels very wrong here. Try as you might, you can’t quite recall how you ended up here; in fact, you gradually realise you don’t remember your own name. You dig through your pockets hoping to find a wallet, identification, anything, but nothing is on your person except a cleaning cloth, a pair of glasses, and the clothes on your back. You think harder, and are only able to recall pieces of your life: your work, your friends, the place you live… all incomplete memories, but memories nonetheless.

You hear a faint hissing sound next to you; laying splayed out in a trail of its own blood, a modestly sized black snake is slowly, aimlessly writhing. The tip of its tail is completely missing, making it only a matter of time before it bleeds out.

Thinking quickly, you take your cleaning cloth and carefully wrap it around the snake’s wound; you couldn't just leave it to its fate, after all. With the bleeding stopped, the snake slithers up to your right hand and slowly, gently coils around your arm.

“You wanna stay with me, lil’ snake?” You ease your left hand towards the snake’s head, then use a finger to delicately pet it. “That’s it… It’s gonna be alright.” With the snake snuggling peacefully around your arm, you decide to search for any more clues as to where - or who - you are.

As you wander through the ruins, you notice more statues, all scattered about and in various states of disrepair. The oldest looking ones are weathered and overgrown with moss, while some appear to have been freshly carved. Almost all statues are of warriors or bandits, with a nearly even split of ones depicting people in combat and ones depicting people cowering or running away. One statue of a screaming man is in pristine condition, standing among a few scattered gold nuggets; another statue, of a paladin woman gallantly bearing her sword and shield, looks like it's been eroding away for quite some time now.

You walk for a short while, encountering statue after statue that each tell a story of banditry or noble conquest until you reach another rocky shore. Nothing but sky, clouds, and sea are visible beyond what you can only assume is the island you’re stranded on. Before you turn back, however, you hear a strong, loud sound behind you.’

“Hissssssssssss…”

The snake clinging to your arm perks up as best it can, excitedly but slowly turning to face the sound. A sliver of fear shoots through your body, but the fact that your little buddy is happy does a lot to ease your nerves. When you eventually turn around, you see the most beautiful woman you’ve ever laid eyes on emerge from behind a marble column: a headful of jet black snakes - just like the one accompanying you - wearing jeweled rings take the place of hair; a stunning humanlike face with wings of eyeliner, glossy black lipstick, lustrous golden piercings, and a simple, black diamond tattoo under her right eye; an alluring hourglass figure showing off a smooth tummy and two hefty breasts; strong, muscular arms that fade from soft skin to rigid black scales, ending in fingers with razor-sharp claws adorned in ornate silver rings; and a long serpentine tail instead of legs, covered in black scales that fade into soft skin at her wide hips. But most striking are her eyes; two sparkling violet irises with slit pupils staring right into your soul.

The woman’s lips part in a wide grin, revealing sharp fangs and a forked tongue that flicks playfully. “I knew you weren’t like the others” Her low, sultry feminine voice is as soothing as the sound of the waves crashing against the rocky shore. She slithers slowly towards you, maintaining eye contact until she’s face to face with you. “Thank you for protecting us, darling”

Her smooth, scaly hands gently lift your right arm. Carefully uncoiling itself, your little buddy squirms into the woman’s grasp and sheds the cleaning cloth from its wound. The woman raises the snake up to a gash on her head, allowing it to reconnect itself to its host with a gentle glow. Just like that, your little buddy is back where it belongs: with the other snakes inhabiting this woman’s head.

“Sssss…” She hisses at you again, but there isn’t a hint of malice behind it; on the contrary, you feel as though she’s pleased with you. “Our name is Neelia. What is yours?”

“I, um… I don’t remember…”

She leans in so close that you momentarily think she’s about to kiss you. This serpentlike woman gently but firmly grasps the side of your face and stares deep into your eyes. “You really can’t recall much of anything…” She states it as fact, as if she can somehow access your mind.

Your little buddy seems to be doing much better now that it’s rejoined its host, and is now even nuzzling up against your forehead!

“Why help when one of us was stranded, alone and dying?” She changes the subject abruptly.

You try to think for a moment. “It just… seemed like the right thing to do.”

“Such a pure heart you have. No wonder our gaze doesn’t turn you to stone~”

In the recesses of your mind, you can recall vague ideas about a legend involving a serpent who could turn people to stone if they were to lock eyes with it. You then look around at the uncountable stone figures surrounding you.

The devilish grin on Neelia’s face is inches away from yours; you feel her cool breath on your rosy cheeks. “You may not know who you are, but we do~” Neelia backed away and offered her hand. “Come with us, and we’ll show you.”

Sensing only warmth and care from her, you take her hand as she leads you back through the ruins littered with statues and debris.

“We were watching, you know. From the very start, when you awoke here. We were about to snatch up our wayward serpent from you, but…” Though her more humanlike face isn’t looking directly at you, a number of her snakes are. “...then you helped us. At that moment, we were stunned, yet deep down we knew exactly who we were looking at.”

You ponder for a moment how Neelia seems to know more about you than yourself. “And… who exactly was it you were looking at?”

“Hihihihisssss~”

Her creepy giggling echoes through the ruins. You figure you should be more afraid of her, but it’s too difficult not to be captivated by her beauty and charm. Even as she leads you down into the depths of this ancient structure, fear simply doesn’t find you.

Scattered gold and silver nuggets are growing more abundant down here, and you begin to notice ornate chalices, jewelry, pottery, and gemstones resting inside indents in the walls. Are these repurposed catacombs? There is no way for you to know.

Eventually, you’re shown into a cavernous chamber brimming with precious metals, gems, and artifacts. A number of impressive weapons - presumably trophies of battle taken from statues who no longer had any need for them - are propped up and positioned throughout this room. Near the center of it all is one massive, wide throne constructed from the remains of countless petrified stone people.

“Welcome home, Aileen~” Neelia hisses seductively

“I… Um… Aileen?”

“Your name is Aileen. It always has been, deep down; and it always will be~” The gorgon woman slithers around you, coiling you gently yet firmly with her smooth tail.

“That sounds like a woman's name, doesn’t it?” You mutter weakly as you put up the most half-hearted of struggles; you don’t particularly desire to escape Neelia’s tight embrace.

She holds your face in her taloned hands and looks directly into your soul. Her eyes start to warp, shifting into an enthralling, pulsating pattern of colours that bubble up from the center of her pupils. “It’s your name, and you are a woman, so it is a woman’s name~”

Something feels very abnormal to you now as those pretty, tantalising eyes capture your gaze. You try to look away, but are simply unable to do so. Your nether regions are feeling tighter now, too. “I’m… I’m a man, though…. R-right?”

“You’re a woman, darling” Neelia’s words feel so smooth, so strong, just like her tail. Her voice is slow and melodical in a way that just feels so nice, and her mesmerising eyes are drawing you in. “You’re our reflection, Aileen. You always have been, even if you didn’t know it”

“I’m… your reflection?” You feel glad to have discovered this part of yourself, but can’t help but yearn for more of your identity.

“Yes, and we are yours~”

She leans forward and locks lips with you, closing her eyes momentarily as she savours the moment. A part of you desperately wants her to reveal those incredible, rippling eyes again and continue to fill in the gaps of your identity, but another part relishes in the oddly familiar sensation of her forked tongue in your mouth.

“We will finally be whole…” She whispers to you, then carefully tilts your head aside to further expose your bare neck. The snakelike woman bares her fangs and in an instant sinks them into your flesh.

You immediately feel a searing, exhilarating heat ignite in your skin and spread through your veins. Your body feels weaker already, any last chance of resistance evaporating completely. - not that you even have a rebellious thought in your hazy head. Pain rapidly gives way to pleasant warmth, leaving you cosy in Neelia’s protective embrace.

And just like that, the gorgon’s captivating eyes return before you - right where you desperately want them to stay. “It won’t be long now, Aileen” Her voice descends over you like the softest of blankets. “Our venom will make you yourself, just let it work its magic”

[The rest of this 3300 word story is available for all tiers]

Everything is feeling increasingly snug, but Neelia’s tail hasn’t tightened its grip on you; your chest is beginning to expand and your legs feel incredibly swollen. Sensing your discomfort, the gorgon woman shifts her tail around your changing form to slide off your increasingly unfamiliar clothes. Now stark naked, you can feel your phallus stiffly throbbing against Neelia’s heavenly, smooth scales.

You don’t know how you know, but your reflection’s transformative venom also acts as an aphrodisiac. Though you feel a pleasure building rapidly within you, something feels incredibly wrong - sticking out worse than a sore thumb, the phallus between your legs feels so foreign, so misplaced. No… No, it’s not yours, you’re certain of it! You’re not supposed to have a penis at all, and the sooner it becomes your rightful vulva the better!

“Ssshhhhhh… Don’t worry, darling…” Neelia whispers to you, her colourful eyes continuing to ground your mind and soul.

“...It will b-be gone s-sssoon.” You finish her sentence as if it were the most natural thing in the world, though you fumble a word or two as your tongue gains a fork and new fangs grow in your mouth.

“Mhmm hmm hmm, our minds are already joining~”

As you finally feel your phallus start to shrink away, your reflection leans down and gently pushes its length back into you. The inexplicable sensation of your testes being sucked inside you and converted into ovaries sends a shiver down your spine, and your now-empty scrotum quickly reforms into a pair of plump labia lips. Your prostate hollows itself out and expands into a uterus, connecting to a brand new vaginal canal that painlessly opens up within you. Once your clitoris is formed from your former glans, you’re left with a euphorically flat crotch hosting a gorgeous, kissable pussy.

“Mmmm, finally~” You and Neelia speak in identical voices. Truly fitting a reflection, she seems to feel the same tremendous relief as you.

Every inch of your body is burning with exquisite, fiery bliss now. Your fingernails are growing out into magnificent claws as smooth black scales emerge on your forearms. Pressure builds in your chest as sensitive breasts continue to bud, your erect nipples tingling as they expand. You’re overcome with the desire to have your ever growing tiddies fondled by your soon-to-be twin; knowing your every thought, Neelia grasps both of your boobs and kneads them firmly.

“Ohhhh! Yesssssss!~” You moan blissfully, feeling your other half’s keen claws dig into your soft, warm flesh.

“Doesn’t this feel wonderful, Aileen?~”

“Yesss! Yesss, I… W-we need more!!”

“Anything for our dear reflection~”

Your hair swiftly grows into sleek black locks that separate into dozens of gorgeous, short-lived braids; each braid transfigures from countless strands of keratin to long tubes of flesh and bone growing out of your skull. One by one, little pairs of eyes open up, granting you multiple new perspectives on the world from each of the slender snakes sprouting from your head.

As if that weren’t strange enough, Neelia continues to override your mind with her own: her thoughts become your thoughts; her feelings become your feelings; her memories become your memories. In a disorienting flurry of sensations, you feel your own body through Neelia’s tail, you feel your own breasts through Neelia’s hands, and you feel your own deep breaths on Neelia’s face. You even see yourself through her eyes, revealing that the captivating, ever-changing pattern of colours in her eyes are mirrored in yours.

“Is thisss what it’s like to be whole?” You ask from both your mouth and hers.

“Mhmm hmm hmm, yesss” She replies, both of you speaking in unison once again. “We’re together now, darling”

Every broken, faded remnant of memories you held from your old life are swiftly drowned out by your new memories - no, your real memories: being abandoned by the gods on this forsaken island eons ago; forging jewelry and weaving fashionable attire to pass your days; being discovered by numerous kingdoms who immediately declared you an enemy to be vanquished; having your home raided by bandits and plunderers who seek your vast riches and hand-crafted items; and being comforted through thick and thin by your reflection, the only friend you’ve ever known.

Now that you experience Neelia’s existence as your own, you realise just how wrong it feels still having your human legs. You desperately wish for your tail to grow in and replace the last bit of your humanity and now isn’t soon enough!

Moving together in harmony, she and you shift so you can sit on one of the two thrones of statues - were there always two thrones? Yes… yes, there must have been. Both of you simultaneously make the impatient decision to bite your horrid, human legs, and just like that her fangs sink deep into your thighs one after the other. The searing bliss of your reflection’s venom practically combusts within your blood as you shed the last of your humanity. Your skin begins to melt, allowing your lower limbs to merge into each other and extend to become the long, exquisite tail you’ve so craved. Pain and pleasure in equal measure flood your senses, especially as your obsolete leg bones reform themselves into vertebrae suitable for your beautiful serpentine figure. And finally, the surface of your molten tail cools into sleek black scales rigid enough to protect from any weapon those retched humans can hit you with.

“At last…” You watch Neelia’s gorgon eyes return to their normal snakelike appearance, followed soon by your own. Unlike the last time the hypnotic, bubbling colours left your vision, you feel at peace. No, you feel more than that. “...Bliss~” You and your reflection continue to stare lustfully at each other’s face, sharing each and every thought and sensation. To finish off your transfiguration, a black diamond tattoo appears under your left eye, rendering you and Neelia as complete reflections of each other.

No… No, that’s not right… Transfiguration? You’ve always been Neelia’s other half, right?

Of course you have.

“Hisssssssss” Together, Neelia and yourself share in a loving embrace, coiling your tails in a perfect, tight double helix all the way to their tips as you rub your wet vulvas together. “We love being close to you” You don’t know which of you says those words, but that doesn’t matter anyway; you’re reflections of each other, after all~

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As you wake, a foul scent is carried to your nostrils on the cool sea breeze rushing through the cavernous, ventilated treasure room. You and your reflection raise from your nest and slither silently up towards the surface with claws drawn and fangs bared. You both know there’s only one explanation for that horrid stench.

Knowing this island like the back of your scaled hand, you know the best places to hide, surveil, and strike stealthily. Neelia splits away from you, heading to the opposite side of the central cloister so you can surround those loathsome intruders.

As they always do, a party of bandits slowly advances through the statue-littered ruins with weapons drawn. This time, however, those detestable fiends are only three in number - two wielding swords and one carrying a bow. Upon closer inspection, all of them are wearing blindfolds; a pathetic attempt to best you and your dear reflection. Neelia, meanwhile, sees a small dingy shored up and a much larger vessel lingering further out at sea. Knowing that another raiding party could descend upon the island at any time, you decide to take out these awful bandits immediately.

It takes your shared consciousness only a moment to devise a plan of attack and put it into motion: you allow them to pass your hidden location, then sneakily emerge and creep forward. In the blink of an eye, you lunge at the archer, cover his mouth with one hand, untie his blindfold with the other, and swiftly twist his head so you and him are face to face. His eyes meet yours, and for the briefest of moments, you see hatred and fear that fizzles out as flesh and bone becomes frigid stone. If any humanity yet remains behind those grey, still eyes, it won’t for long.

As expected, the two other plunderers are alerted by the slight sounds their comrade made and quickly turn to face you. Both swing wildly at you, not expecting your reflection to strike from the shadows behind them; Neelia tears their blindfolds from their heads as you back away, sealing their fate. The two remaining humans catch a glimpse of your eyes, their bodies stiffening rapidly as all they are becomes lifeless stone.

You and your reflection then drag the newly-petrified statues to the shore, load them onto their dingy, and cast them off. You make your way back to a shady perch and cuddle up with Neelia as you carefully watch the seas. The ship eventually rendezvous with the dingy and, thankfully, decides to sail away.

“Foolsss…”

“Forget about them. Excsssellent work, dear~”

“Mhmm hmm hmm, why thank you, dear~”

You coil tighter around your beloved reflection and lean in for a long, affectionate kiss while each snake on your head nuzzles up with its counterpart on Neelia’s. Knowing what each other are thinking, you squeeze one of her breasts as she squeezes one of yours. You need her touch as much as you need oxygen, as does she.

Here you’ll stay, all too happy to share each and every moment together.