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Story (by Solidness)
This was insane, the strength of the snake was ridiculous and so body-encompassing that he felt like he was in a vice. One that adapted to the shape of the tool that was put inside it to completely hold it still. His legs would not move, his chest would not expand for him to draw breath, his ankles were momentarily free but already the sensation of sliding scales as smooth as sea-worn stone was tactile and a final cinch closed them together. The serpent allowed him motion in his neck, but only so he could choose between the descending body with terror or itself with horror. Trepidation poured off of him like an overflowing bathtub and he drowned in its coils.
“Neither your resistance nor your inevitable pleading will dissuade me from rendering you hapless. Do not let that stop you, of course. If you are to be eaten - you may as well help your predator... ” hissed the voice in his ear. There were no boundaries of personal space any more, not between him and the monster as the coils around his head shifted to expose more of him, only for the lips to part and cover up the entire side of his head. His ear was lost and was set upon by the tongue which encircled the base to toy with it idly. “This-s-s is not personal... morsel.” It spoke and then promised, “One last bout before it is your time."
For a second the coils slackened. The tight grip exceeding that of a clenched fist relaxed until his chest was able to expand and Aspen took the chance as soon as he was able. The cool night air was drawn into his lungs and soothed the fire inside him and dissipated the spots inside his eyes so he could see clearly. It was so clean and untainted by pollution of a city that he remembered the reason why he had been so convinced to come along on this trip. Had he known he would have taken the car horns any day. Aspen exhaled. He expected the next inhale to come because that was what always happened next. Instead the horse was subject to the serpent’s most intense power. He was seized as soon as the last molecule of air was pushed from his body his diaphragm, and any remaining stragglers were assuredly expelled by the coils which ground against each other and creaked around his body.
Aspen’s face contorted as he was taken by surprise. The snake watched his expression change between screwed-up tension, where his eyes were pinned shut and his teeth were grit together, and the wide begging mouth, with bulging eyes which exploited his need for that precious oxygen. The reflection on the coils changed as, beneath the scales, predatory power enacted on malleable prey; the ridge of the spine became less pronounced as the dense muscle by its sides squeezed him. Folds of smooth scale-dressed skin in the curls of the coils smoothed out as they rotated, and allowed the underside of the massive body to press snugly against him. The snake skin grew taut and cast fewer, more shallow shadows across itself as a result and the round shape of a natural serpentine body became more shaped by the flexing muscle beneath the scales.
Aspen was sure that the scales would have imprinted themselves on his skin if he was ever able to be freed from this potentially deadly embrace. It’s too tight. He wheezed internally. Every part of him that was crushed felt ablaze with his head displaying the sheer muscle exhaustion for the snake to see. He gave up. He had no strength left inside of him to physically resist the bands of muscle thicker and stronger than his torso. The monster was hyper-aware of how he felt, and held the grip for a few more drawn-out seconds to ensure his mental resilience would not return. After, and instead of relaxing once again, the loops shifted to instead exhaust their captive. A pulsing cycle from his hooves up to his neck wore away the strength in his arms and legs by inducing them to feel sore from continuous action.
“Perfect... ” soothed the monster into his ear. “Unless-s-s... you would like to prove your constitution, to me? Physically, I have no equal, and I will crush you into a drooling... mess-s-s-s first. Make no mistake, however - all endings will be to feed me. There are no other options tonight.”
He was already close to blacking out. Another round would likely painfully break him, if this monster could do this with ease then nothing he had would stand up to it, but that would mean being consumed. Aspen lifted his eyes upwards and found the dark lips had clamped around his head already.
“Let me... go... please,” he whimpered.
“If I did, what would you do? Would you like me to chase you down, will you try to escape? I would not be so gentle with you, next time we meet.”
“I... ” he mustered, but that was all. The tongue slithered out across his eye and cheek before it tucked beneath his chin and reached his other ear. The kneading and break down of his body had ceased for now and the snake pulled him from the ground to lay the loops of his confinement against a length so large that two combined would encompass Aspen from head to hoof. Without a word from the thrumming voice in his ear to warn him the coils began to shift positions from the stacked, undefeatable, loops into a structure where he was equally restrained but more exposed. Beneath the hip, but above the shins, Aspen was finally visible to any onlookers. Lengths of muscle darted and dove around him and between the parts of him that were being slowly freed. Aspen’s ankles were pushed up to bend his knees and open up enough for a length to pour between his thighs and keep them apart. The serpent’s neck rode up the length of Aspen’s spine and curled around behind his shoulder with the left leg of his falling between it and the one that sat over his thigh. Coils flowed away from his chest without the need to pass over his head until just one remained.
“Try to remove me again, it will make a good show for your last friend. Oh, can you not move any more? Put it out of your mind, then.” whispered the snake and the tail tip moved his hand to hook beneath a muscular coil as though he had pulled it off of him. Aspen choked on the collar which slithered around his neck and held beneath his chin so that he could not look elsewhere than the advancing maw. He paled as the tongue brought those lips over half of his face for an intentionally misplaced kiss. He heard more movement happen behind the wall of the monster’s neck as though broken plastic was being lifted off something.
“Ivorine? Aspen? What the hell is that!” cried out a familiar voice. For a second he had a burst of reassurance that Mark was alright and perhaps together they could overwhelm the creature. That second passed as it whispered,
“Make a show of it.” The snake leaned down and worked his exhausted body into its mouth and into the equally tight length of throat past that which Ivorine had traversed just a few minutes prior. Aspen found his limbs would not even rise to push away the mouth even if he wanted to, the kneading wear down of his body had worked and he felt numb to open air. Saliva trickled down his chin and throat from their controlling organ before it coated his short fur quickly once the entrance accepted his face, and then his shoulders, then his waist.
Mark lifted the weighty length of monster with a single hand not entirely by himself, and was witness to a scene from a film that would not have watched even at midday with friends around. A giant creature had attacked their camp and begun by destroying his tent and knocking him out. What he could see with no torch and just the flickering campfire to guide his eyes was an unending path of rising and falling body in lengths and widths that his mind could not comprehend and so simply shut down. There was a pair of legs which emerged from behind one of the lengths and it was visible as just a pair of grey knees. Mark watched and his jaw dropped as the skull pattern on the serpent’s face slowly revealed itself as the head finished swallowing the rest of what was identified as Aspen. Mark stifled a small cry with the other hand so he might not have been noticed. It turned the corner and amber fire stared right at him. He could not believe the sheer size of it as the weak legs of his campmate protruded from between the dark lips. The scale pattern stood out even more so in contrast but he could not focus on it as much he might have liked for there was a gift writhing beside him.
The monster moved closer to Mark and dropped the coil that he was holding behind his back to pull him like a leash into one that pinned his forearms against his chest. His hands were able to struggle and grasp at nothing more than air and did so in a way that could have been called helpless, which also described how he watched Aspen disappear. An inky appendage wound around the horse’s ankles directly in front of Mark and pulled them down with the tail already around his ankles as well in order to temporarily stretch the lower jaw to expose the pink inner flesh to the far smaller scarlet dragon. The effect is exactly what the serpent wanted, a loud cry of panic from the third meal as it watched the grey legs disappear into the narrow entrance in the centre of the deep maw. He backed against the coil which was behind him with quick prey-like instincts and heard muffled shouts coming from it. Mark turned with terrible anticipation with absolutely no idea of what had made that sound. It had a timbre to it that was recognisable and a memory sparked in the back of his head of filling up just before leaving town of the driver on the phone. It was that same sense of muffled speech from the closed vehicle to the outside though it seemed the roles were reversed this time.
The bulge that was Ivorine screamed inside the snake’s stomach. The hypnotic elements of the powerful golden eyes had worn off and proper sense had returned to him. Just as you could not confuse a scream for a whisper no matter the volume, so could Mark not mistake the sound as anything except sheer terror. Then he looked upon the skeletal shape of the half-dragon, half-canine body being worked through the snake’s sheer length with its arms against its side and the head forced up to look along the internal folds of the throat and stomach all the way to the end, and his mouth dried out. Mark never drew his jaw back up to close his mouth as he was experiencing utter fear and mere manners did not factor in now. In order to even process the idea of the x-ray style vision he just had to accept that what he was seeing was true just so he could move on to understand how much trouble he was in. Ivorine was unreachable on his way down several dozen feet of powerful internal muscles, Aspen was next down the hungry depths but as soon as that mouth was free then it would be...
Two lights
MemberFucking Golden mentioning the hypnosis wearing off for Ivorine. And to mention that he was absolutely terrified afterwards is amazing. Hypnosis rocks, but people hardly pay attention to what happens after it wears off, which is quite the shame.
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