Pride: Serpents Lair

Story by Kalan on SoFurry

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#4 of Pride


Reuploaded version of Serpents Lair, part three in the Pride series.

WARNING: Egg Vore ahead and unbirthing!


Lathera watched the sleeping Quetzalcoatl warily from her position upon the gathered wealth of a fallen civilization. Her eyes wary as the massive scaled sides rose and fall steadily accompanied by the faint sound of rumbling deep within his body, almost like the sound of rumbling thunder. He was a magnificent beast had she only seen him for the first time and from a distance. Yet after all he had done to her all she could feel was disgust and humiliation upon looking at the glittering turquoise scales and the rainbow feathers that crowned her head.

The gryphon's belly was swollen with eggs, her tawny fur strained over what he had forced into her body so that she felt the bulge resting against her hind paws where she sat. The weight of it foreign and invasive, more so given the weight that at times she could feel the slippery orbs bumping and resettling within her body. She ground her beak in frustration and more then that a gut wrenching fear for what this meant. She couldn't return to her human form, she wasn't built to hold eggs especially not as many as were implanted inside of her.

She gave a flex of her foreclaws down against the ground clicking a few of the coins together and admitted to herself just how unlikely it would be that she could turn herself back into a human. She'd tried before she'd been caught up by the winged serpent's coils and had failed in the attempt; she hadn't even partially been able to turn herself back. Her mind drifted back towards her lessons, trying to ignore that unease at the idea of being trapped in this form. So being a human wouldn't work, but the pair of smaller tunnels out were too small for the Quetzalcoatl, but if she didn't have wings she could slip through.

She turned her head to look down towards her hind paws, visibly grimacing at the sight of her belly, and looked at the curled tail and padded feet. A feline wouldn't be too much smaller than her current shape, even if it was the same size it'd still work. The broad wings were what stopped her from being able to slip out and it'd only have to be a partial change really! They wouldn't even put her in danger of having the eggs become a dangerous burden. Hope started to flare to life despite herself, if she could slip down one of those tunnels she was sure one would have to lead out of here. Or at least to a larger selection of paths, and with an animal's nose she could scent fresh air and just keep following that!

The gryphoness lifted her head up and closed her eyes completely shut; trying to concentrate and ignore the slumbering beast that was close enough she could feel his body heat. Her breathing deepened as she struggled to find the calming paths through her mind, forcing past the anger, humiliation and fear that tried to overcome her mind. She formed the images she needed, falling into the trance like state where everything felt far away and disjointed. Even the weight of her body seemed to slide away from her, the feel of her wings, the added weight to her stomach. It was all leaving her as she built up what she wanted to become in her mind. She found that place inside of her that held the power she needed and started to press upon it, building the pressure inside of her until she could barely contain it.

Light dazzled her inner eyes, a flash that left an impression on the darkness before she opened them and felt a rush running through her body. It itched and tingled all at once, her eyes flicking down to spy fur rolling down over the scaled fore legs, it seemed to be melting over the aquiline features in a rush of plush dark gold and dark spots. Her toes twitched and then started to shorten and pull backwards as the talons grew lighter until they were a pale opaque color, arching backwards into the toes as the fur ran over the first knuckle to form her paws. The bottoms of them itched and grew sensitive as the rough hide turned into soft smooth pads and the backwards facing thumb pulled up to form a thick dew claw.

Even as Lathera watched those changes she could feel her hard edged beak starting to soften, the dark wicked curve of it being over run with the fur that rippled over her form. Fangs formed upper and lower as the hard edge of the beak started to soften and turn into black supple lips that she moved experimentally. She flicked out her broadening tongue and felt the rasping barbed appendage sweep over the rapidly forming muzzle. The pad of her nose forming and slicked down by the flicking of her tongue as a set of long slender whiskers spilled out on either side of her muzzle. Even shifting them sent a shiver of sensation from her.

The weight of her wings finally started to lesson, pulling back into her body so that the muscles of her shoulders could finally relax. The gold and silver feathers sliding away as the roiling fur melted over the feathers and turned her body into a glory of golden fur and dark rosettes that dotted along her sides and over her ears. The former ear tufts grew rounded and shortened on her head while she flicked them about experimentally catching the steady noise of the slumbering animal close by. The last to change was her vision, the wavering and almost nausea inducing vertigo lasted for a few moments as they changed into a more feline visage and a pale yellow-green. When she refocused them she found the room lighter and more focused then it had been before.

She turned her head to watch carefully as the last of her tail thickened into a feline spotted one tipped in black and white and felt her lips tug in a smile. She was large for a jaguar, far larger than any natural predator, but still small enough that she thought she could manage to slip through one of the tunnels now that her wings were gone. An added bonus became clear as her scent sharpened and changed, the disgusting sticky feel of her hinds had finally faded away. She dipped her head down to scent her own side and found just the clean wild musk of feline untainted with the serpents seed or precum. The only reminder was the way her white belly hung beneath her and bulged to the side with his eggs and she flattened her ears at that. If only that had left her as well.

The jaguar stood up slowly and carefully, her eyes flickered towards the slumbering Quetzalcoatl and breathed a sigh of relief to see him still deep in dreams. The relief short lived as her sharper eyes slid down his frame to see the thick lipped vent along his stomach was parted and the purple-black girth was half out of it. She could see every ridge along the underside that she had felt inside of her and a thick bubble of precum welled up from the tip to drool down towards the gold and silver that he rested on. Her lips curled back in a grimace of disgust at the sight and turned her head. It was enough he was still asleep. Still drifting into whatever dreams a creature like that dreamt. Refusing to acknowledge that he might be dreaming of what he was going to do to her next.

As silent as a shadow she started to pad past him, the form not so different from her gryphonic one as to cause her problems. Her paws spread wide on the coins and each time she hear them chink together she froze and twisted her head to look at the beast, waiting for him to stir or to lunge forward towards her. Yet each time he slumbered on, oblivious to the slinking feline form as she approached the first of the tunnels and stood in front of it. As a gryphon, she hadn't had the keenest sense of smell, in fact it had come as a shock when she first changed that the world hadn't erupted in new scents as her teacher had warned her about. Instead it was her eyes that had become sharp enough that she could spot a rabbit on the wing.

She began to snuff at the air, puzzling through the scents, would that she had stayed longer with Sirana she might have been able to learn how to sort through those senses. She scented water, stone, the neck ruffling scent of minerals she thought but she didn't scent anything like a breeze of fresh jungle air. She shook her head slightly before padding along the line of the wall towards the second opening, slipping just pass the tapered tail of the Quetzalcoatl that continued to slumber. Her ears perked at this once as she gazed down towards the ground and saw roughly cut steps worked into the floor. Her lips curled back and this one smelled almost the same as the former, the only difference was she felt coolness to her whiskers that gave her hope.

Lathera managed to get to the third despite the fact it was partially hidden behind the thicker coils of the upper body. Her nose wrinkling at the hot male musk that exuded from the beast and the fact then more than half it's length was pushed out. She paused, unable to stop herself from looking up close at the creatures cock, the ridges were sharp and pronounced, each one coming to a peek just along the underside while the tip was tapered. From here she could see the two openings, the lower one a dimpling opening that she easily recognized, the top one looked like a thick lipped vent. Her tail jerked down between her legs remembering the hard spearing sensation that had rammed through her cervix.

The jaguar tore her eyes away with a suppressed shudder and leaned forward, she could scent a warmer weight to the air but it didn't carry the heavy scents of the jungle. She didn't think it did, and it wasn't quite a breeze, just heavy warmth that made her whiskers tingle and overlaid the mineral scents and the dampness. It'd take air coming through to make a breeze, something blowing through it, if this were the way out there'd movement in the air not just the heavy warm feeling. Her eyes flickered towards the second tunnel she had tested and then back towards this one torn.

The beast shifted in his sleep almost making her leap in the air and spit, close enough to see the contracting scales while the weight moved back and forth. She actually heard the wet sound as more of the shaft pushed out of his vent and the thick lips strained open before the thicker part of the knot pushed out. Through the rumbling noises of the animal she couldn't mistake the sound of splattering or the sight of a thick rope of precum hitting against the dusty coins leaving a string from the ground to his cock tip. That decided her, she wasn't going to crawl over that coil and risk having herself caught up by him again. Who knew how deep he could get that tail to try and wrap around her and then... A tremor rocked Lathera's form at the mere thought of what he'd do to her then.

She turned her head towards her best choice and didn't hesitate, her legs stretched out in a lope as she arrowed towards the darkened cave entrance and slipped through it. She felt the size of her bulging belly brush the rough rock as her paw pads connected with the dusty damp stone steps and she began to disappear into the darkness. She felt a moment of panic a few dozen feet in as the glow from the cavern behind her left entirely when she turned a bend and her paws froze in the complete darkness. She blindly turned her head back and forth before looking behind her and the light seemed far off and a distant dream. Turning back in front of her she extended her whiskers and hesitantly stepped forward.

The jaguars paws scuffed the stone beneath her, feeling at the stairs that every now and then scrapped against the bottom of her paw pads. She couldn't go back, if she did that animal would get her again and drag her back. Her stomach clenched thinking about just how many eggs he might try to put in her, was there a limit? Or would she end up so swollen she couldn't move, nothing but a breeder to him. As if in sharp reminder she felt her sides graze against the sides of the tunnel and she felt her way another step forward. Each one lead her deeper until a scattering of blue-green lights started along the ceiling, the moss clinging to the stone lending that eerie light around her.

Lathera stopped under it and sat down to catch her breath, turning her head back and tried to gauge just how far she had gone. She was at least far enough he couldn't get her again, the tunnel seemed a maze of twists and turns, sometimes doubling back on itself at odd moments. She gazed ahead of her and saw a sharp drop along the ground and bristled her whiskers as she crept forward to sniff it. The cool breeze came from there, teasing her whiskers until she gave herself a shake all over that sent her tail snapping back and forth. To her relief she saw the dotted glow of more of the lichen below; at least she wouldn't be in the dark completely.

Exhaustion started to creep up on the shape shifter, the ache of her body that hadn't stopped since she had first been taken on top of having to carry the weight in her belly along with her and the fear of being caught all building on top of one another. She blinked her eyes and felt the cold breeze from down the sloped path tickle her whickers and she shivered. A short nap might help her to gather her strength, maybe even clear her head enough she could figure out what to do about food as her stomach had begun to protest that lack of it.

The large spotted cat pulled away from incline and settled herself against the wall, wincing as she had to adjust for her gravid body. Laying down shifted the eggs inside of her so that she could feel and see them dimly outlined against her fur and turned her head away. What was she going to do about that? She couldn't possibly go back to her teacher like this, she could only imagine what would be said to her. Not that she had much hope of returning after her departure and the final words Sirana had given her. Still there were other teachers out there, they could help her to sort herself out.

The problem remained of her gravid state, anywhere she went they'd find out she had been bred by an animal and at best would help rid her of the eggs and change her back disgraced and forbidden to use her magic. Or at worst they would refuse her all help and leave her to stay in this form and have to rid herself of the eggs however her body decided to do it. Though it was possible she could just wait until she naturally was rid of them and find another teacher. They'd never have to know that she'd been raped and abused by a mere animal, she could just say she had a disagreement with her teacher and was seeking another one.

She brightened at this thought, a cure to her problems at last had offered itself to her and she set her head down along her forepaws with a deep relieved sigh. Trying not to feel dread at the idea of pushing those eggs back out of her body, feeling them go in had nearly broken her, the idea of having to push them back out herself made her body cramp slightly. Yet, if that was what she needed to do to cure herself then she'd do it. Somehow. With a lighter heart she set her head against her forepaws and let sleep claim her in surprisingly gentle wings.

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The roar echoed in the cavern, shaking it and spilling back on itself so that Lathera launched up with a screeching yowl of fear. Her back arching as the fur fluffed up and her claws extended ready to fight and rend, tear and attack. Another roar spilled out and she could feel a vibration through the ground and heard something hitting against rock hard enough that a few loose stones clattered free from the walls to either side of her. Her heart was thudding against her rib cage as she started to breath in sharp short terror filled gasps. How long had she been asleep? What was happening?

The feel of her belly scraping against the floor reminded her and she flexed her toes against the ground scoring the rocks as the impact of a scaled body on the rock happened again. The Quetzalcoatl had awoken and found her gone, the enraged beast desperately trying to get her back as she heard and felt each time he slammed his head as far as it would go into the too small tunnel. The sound of his roars erupting out of his throat were enough to make her take a step back and another, half afraid that she'd heard the sudden cracking of stone and see the glimmer of a scaled snout coming after her.

Another step and another before she lost her footing on the rocks beneath her, the incline sharp enough that she almost fell down it before she twisted around to face the way she intended to go. She flicked her ears flat against her head, blocking out the roaring sounds that erupted behind her. Each time the floor shuddered under the frantic impacts she had to stop herself from running full tilt into the darkness. She had no idea what was in front of her, she could easily stumble and break a leg down here and there'd be no one looking for her or to come get her if she did.

The path lead downwards, always downwards so that soon the only thing stopping her from sliding down on the slippery stone were the roughly cut steps. Her forepaws landing on it first and then bringing her hind paws down before going towards the next, ignoring the jostling of her too heavy belly as she went. It took nearly half an hour for the roaring and slamming to either stop or fade away so far behind her that she could no long hear. It grew colder the deeper down she went, a frigid damp chill that ran down her spine and the few times she passed under the bioluminescent lichen she could see her breath puffing out in front of her.

Lathera began to uncomfortably wonder if she had chosen wrong, the tunnel had yet to open up into anything usable. A few small pockets where she could stretch out, but nothing large enough to be joined with other tunnels that would branch off in other directions. A sense of hopelessness started to grow as she felt the damp soaking into her paws and the cold getting to her despite the thick fur coat she wore. She could feel the ache in her toes from the chilly stone and after several moments she felt the ground level out from under her.

Had Lathera been paying more attention to her surroundings instead of her chilled body and the dread that she had chosen the wrong path, she would have noticed more man made features of the place. The first was higher up in the form of heavy rings set in the wall, the metal ancient and partially rusted so that it dribbled down a red splash of minerals over the edge of the tunnel. Her paws came closer to an area where worn and rusted metal bars were driven into stone and filled in so they were solidly in place. At least they once had, now all that remained were stubs of rusted metal, worn away almost all the way into the stone.

When the village above had flourished centuries ago, they had built their prison not out bricks or clay, but deep within the bowels of the earth itself. The prisoners dragged away from the glory of the sun above and forced into an eternal twilight that ensured they'd have the bare memories of what it was like in the world above. The people who had once lived here were worshiped the sun as a giver of life and it's fire as a punishing force. All life stemmed from it, so when they went to war or captured an enemy it was the ultimate punishment to be drug into the caverns and caves.

Originally they had built where Kheperu now ruled as his own, but over time they had realized they could go further. The deeper they went the stranger the caverns turned, no longer a simple passage of wonder and carved stone, it became a land of strange creatures that were uniquely created to live in the harsh cold. From the lichen that illuminated the place, to strange bugs and flying mammals that could erupt at any time. It had taken nearly half a century to carve out the rough walk way and another span of years to work out the cell.

They had no need of heavy bars and extreme measures to keep their prisoners here, a simple set of bars to close the way, perhaps manacles at first, but it was after the first dozen people had been cast in here they found out the cavern they had chosen was not untenanted. A unique set of creatures dwelled here, a type of snake that to look at, seemed harmless and almost drab. It had no fangs or bright colors to warn of it, they were slate grey and mottled to hide in the deepest of crevices. What it did have was a touch of a magic about it's being and an odd way of seeking out warmth with which to stir the blood and breed with.

The first prisoners to be locked away here, awaiting their sentence and consequent sacrifice, were left for several days alone in the darkness. The bare amount of food left with them and guards placed further down the tunnel so that they were isolated from all else. It wasn't until the priests came to fetch them did they find out what had happened... What Lathera was walking into with anxious eyes and weary cold foot paws.

She looked around the stone room and shook herself out, her spotted tail whipping back and forth behind her as she saw the flat floor. The heavy glowing lichen that cast parts of the room into shadows and she nearly sobbed out when she noticed the solid stone walls. No shadow, no hidden tunnel that might start leading upwards. Just the faint gleam of light on the walls as she breathed in short pants, her breath steaming the air in front of her muzzle as her whiskers flicked forward slightly. For a moment her vision wavered strangely as she fought off the desire to just fling herself down and fume against what had lead her here. If she couldn't get out she'd have to turn around and risk facing the Quetzalcoatl again.

Instead Lathera began to pace around the cave, her nose twitching at a familiar and yet unfamiliar scent on the air. She parted her lips and dropped her jaw a little bit to try and drag the scent over her tongue. It was musky and dry, and on some level she knew what it was as she began to fluff up the fur right along the edge of her back and flexed her toes against the ground as she turned her head side to side. She tried to puzzle where it came from before forcing herself to dismiss it and started to follow the edge of the cave. Bumping her shoulder against it as if testing to see exactly how sturdy the walls were, or at least that they were solid rather then blocking another entrance.

She padded the full length of the small cavern before she came to the scent of freshly turned earth and reared up on her hind paws to extend her head and draw in the scents of soft soil. Her eyes picked out the holes as large as her paw pad easily enough, they had shoved the earth aside and packed it firmly and with excitement when she leaned forward she scented the warmth of outside air, rich plant life, rain soaked grass and loam. Her heart leapt inside of her chest at that first sniff of the outside world and she rose up to bump her head right against the earth testingly. A sudden rush of it tumbled down over her head and ears making her leap backwards, flicking the dirt from her ears first as the spot almost seemed to be made of freshly churned earth. Her way out, all she'd have to do was dig upwards until she pushes her way out from the ground!

Another step back and because she was facing her victory of finding a place to escape from, she never saw the tightly coiled grey and blue mottled serpent that was resting against the ground. Perfectly hidden and somnolent from the cold air that wrapped around him until the warmth of a paw touched against his side, stirring his body upwards towards the enticing brush of something warm. Her head turned about and her muzzle opened a moment before the trigger was set. The serpent wasn't an intelligent creature, he wasn't a person to control the magic that ran through him. He was only a vessel and there was a sudden snap and hiss of energy spilling through the air as a warning.

Lathera let out a muted yowl as electricity ran along her spine and for a moment every muscle tensed and shuddering as it forced them to clench. That moment seemed to hang in eternity in her mind, her jaws clenched and eyes bulging before it suddenly left her. The jaguar stumbled and her paws tried to find purchase on the ground below her, it almost worked before weight seemed to grip around her middle and the spotted creature dropped down towards the earth. Her paws pressed down against the ground until they ached and spread open wide in front of her and her hind legs were sprawled out to either side.

Her ears flattened to her skull as she twisted and tried to automatically pull upwards, yet some heavy weight seemed to keep her pressed against her ground. It centered around her stomach and chest, keeping it pushed against the chilled ground and spread throughout her body. All too soon her head started to drop downwards towards the floor. The jaguar struggled and tried to stop the pull that started just under her chin, dragging closer and closer so that her neck stretched out and she let out a whimpering cry when her muzzle lodged firmly against the ground. The chin scraped over the stone as her chest rose and fell with shaking harsh pants. Her yellow-green eyes cast around wildly as she tried to find some sort of reason for what was happening. Had she been drugged? Poisoned?

In the pale light the serpent uncoiled itself languidly, it's chilled body slow to respond as it's magic had and he looked over his prize with a flicker of tongue. He saw not the powerful predator that had wandered here but the heat of a living body, like a flame when compared the normal chill that made up his home. He had forgotten that sometimes the warmlings came here, his kind slowly adapted by seeking the jungle floor and chancing the talons of eagles and the snapping jaws of predators that would make a meal of them. All for the sake of the warmth that would rouse their bodies from their normal torpid state and give them the rush of energy they needed when it came time to mate.

Lathera's muted calls echoed in the room while she struggled against the unseen bonds, her tail whipping and twisting about with rough motions that slapped the edge right against the ground. Short snapping noises that echoes around the place and she tried to open her lips to roar out a protest at the treatment. The only noise was a strained groan that was silenced as the hiss of scales on stone and a terror filled second she wondered if the winged serpent had managed to shove himself through the too small opening of the tunnel and come after her. Terror rocked through her, ready to leap free or at least fight back against him and at the first touch of something scaled against her ankle she let out a sharp hiss.

The shape shifter wasn't paying as much attention as she should have been, it wasn't the feel of a rubbing heavy scaled form, but the slender blunt snout of a smaller serpent. For a moment she felt just relief and her body trembled with it, the scaled head though took no notice of the subtle nuances of her form. Instead a flickering tongue brushed the fur as his head massaged around the hind paw and started to work it's way upwards along the spotted fur. Lathera flicked her ears back straining to hear something, anything from the creature behind her and instead she felt something pinching against her flesh.

The first pinching and pulling motion startled her, the weight sliding over her leg so that she had little doubt what was against her. Her mind raced trying to figure out just how large the snake was, would it be venomous or not? Had it bitten her? Was that why she couldn't get up? A hundred possibility ran through her mind and each one was promptly discarded. She didn't feel drugged, her mind was sharp and clear as possible, it was her body that was weighed down and held in place by an invisible force. Her claws extended, managing that much through a force of will and her growl went up a notch.

The scaled head slipped up higher, the coils rippling and pulling over the soft fur that scrubbed over his belly as he unwrapped himself from his former resting place. Already he could feel the heat of the mammal being exuded, it sank into each scale on his body and into his muscles. Lathera shuddered at the feel of the long body smoothing along her fur and start to twist over her haunches. He wasn't light, which meant he wasn't small. He was heavy enough that she had the feeling only a small portion of him was resting over her. Given the way the head slipped over the other side of her haunch, she was almost positive it wasn't big enough to eat her . A small blessing, but a blessing none the less.

The mottled cave snake pulled more of his body from the floor to the dismay of the gryphon, her ears going back as she realized he was trying to use her like a glorified heat rock. She let him settle down before she gave her next attempt at pulling herself free from the ground, her legs straining to try and pull in against her body to stop from being so exposed. Everything felt locked against the ground, and it took a few deep breaths to not panic. It was probably just a trap left over from whoever built this and she'd be able to wriggle herself free of it. Even thinking that thought made her perk up, she could just change forms and be able to break her way free with something a bit larger.

The snake's scaled muzzle slipped downwards and flickered an exploratory tongue along the underside of the tail, her body stiffened as the tongue tips danced just over the silken ring of her pucker. She fought with herself not to tense up and clench in fear, the last thing she wanted was to draw attention to such a sensitive part of her body! The tongue probed and the scales moved over her haunches before the next touch was fluttering up against her soft cunny and she muffled a snarl of warning. It was feather light, something barely felt save for the way it started to tickle against her and touch the nerve riddled outer lips and inside.

Lathera's breath came faster and her eyes showed a hint of white as the snake kept exploring that tender opening with just his tongue. Tasting the warmth and heat flowing from her body soon had him far more active and sharp minded, and the moment his tongue was able to slip between the outer lips to flutter against the inner, he made an connection. The tongue felt against the silken inner folds, the tight opening of her and soon she felt the smooth muzzle nosing against them while the snake clenched it's belly scales over her hips. It moved down lower until she let out a keening noise to feel the nose shoving against her folds and nuzzling at them, spreading them apart.

At first the jaguar just froze up at the foreign feeling, it wasn't like the winged serpent who had twined around her and mated her. She could feel the demanding shove against her, the wriggling feel as the nose pushed right up against her channel and started to pry her open wider and wider. The long tongue fluttered into her passage, curling up until it hit her G-spot as the snake started to explore her and her walls clenched in reaction. Her head tried to pull back from the unseen restraints, slowly managing to force it up only to yowl out as the head grew thicker. The wider cheeks pushing in and the pluck of gripping scales against her tender folds start to wedge him inwards.

To the shape shifters horror she could feel herself starting to grow slick, her body lubricating itself as the dry scales probed into her. The jabbing pushes of the nose felt, rubbing against her inner passage as it started to use its body to start pressing itself forward. Each ripple of the broader scales that ranged it's stomach caused her to let out a sharp cry, twisting her newly freed head about and watched with a stab of cold fear as the slate grey body coiled along her hips started to move. The broadness of the head sank in deeper, twisting itself as it was enveloped within the heat of her body.

The tongue swiped out, letting her feel it fluttering deeper into her passage. Her haunches soon tensing up before her opening strained and then snapped shut just behind the wedge shape of the serpents head. He probed deeper, the warmth wrapping around him and felt contractions working around him in an attempt to push him back outwards. The girls eyes soon showing the whites as she felt the constant twisting push of the body entering her. The thickest part of the head rubbing and grazing over her g-spot so an unwilling shudder of pleasure rocked through her. The jaguar's jaw dropping as she started to soundlessly pant, stifling a low yowl of terror as she could see more of the slate grey body slipping from the fur of her haunches.

The snakes body just grew thicker, stretching her open in a lewd fashion and showing a glimmer of wetness from her body's defenses. It twisted and undulated in an attempt to work more of itself into that tender body, it's nose bumping from side to side and she had the sickening sensation of feeling her walls cramp down tightly. Every inch of it moving in ways nothing had ever moved before, Lathera's ears going down flat to her head with a low groan, the Quetzalcoatl had been preferable to this. Another inch slipped inside soon leaving her struggling to contain the girth that pushed in and a tickling sensation in her lower belly mate her hiss out.

"No, no, you can't fit!" She snarled out in a burst of angry fear, the tongue was working against her cervix. The tips dancing over it before the blunt muzzle shoved forward and the pressure started to grow as it dug into that tender barrier. Despite having changed it was still sore, each bump and push made her flex her hips and struggle trying to break past the bonds forcing her to hold still for this invasion. She felt bruised inside, but the snake took no notice. The soreness growing and her jaws spread open in a wordless squeal as the blunt nose started to force the bottleneck of her cervix to open up for him.

The powerful undulating body pushed against her outer folds and clenched against her haunches, she could feel each pinching grip of the serpents under belly as it built up the pressure. Her aching cervix started to be coaxed open, worse was the tongue that was slithering into that opening and testing her. Her claws scraped against the ground when she flexed her toes and extended them, right grooves being formed in them. The shape shifters body was a torment, not just because of the head trying to get itself through to her womb, but the feel of the coils clenching at her haunches. The nauseating feel of the creature that tried to burrow into her body as she let out a hissing groan, and felt the muzzle working its way into the soft slender passage.

It wasn't horrible at first, the ache as if something was bruising inside of her, but then the head started to widen. It made the winged serpent's spine feel like a blessing as the two fingers width nose became its head and stretched her until the flesh was drawn tight. The invasion making her stomach cramp up and the muscles wrapping around the scaled body squeeze, only to feel clenching and pinching belly scales shove forward again. He tested his way ever deeper inside of her, the creature feeling the warmth and slickness gliding over his dry scales. She let out an almost shriek as she felt something give inside of her and the horrible width of the broad head leave her cervix as it pierced entirely into her womb.

Her panting breath echoed in the cave, body shaking on the cold ground and to her horror the pushing snake didn't stop. The thicker part of his body wedged deeper and she felt her egg swollen womb being shifted against the ground as the snakes head pushed against them. The slow penetration occasionally sent shudders of pleasure through her, the scales darkening under the nectar that was spilling from her. Her outer lips being forced in on themselves as the slender portion of the neck widened into the powerful muscled body. Her cervix given no chance to relax as it was forced apart again, the creature ignoring the jaguar's shrill snarls and higher pitched cries to be let go.

The coils of the serpent began to push from her haunches, scraping over the fur as deep within her body the nosing creature bumped against the mottled eggs. One at a time it's tongue tested over them as the shape shifters lower belly rounded out even further, filling out so that the spotted and white fur of her belly looked obscenely strained. Lathera's eyes started to glaze over, unable to concentrate past the dread of each rippling push that forced the creature past the contracting muscles. She didn't feel the snake nosing one egg of the already full womb and drag it's tongue over it, only felt something shift as it's jaws spread open.

The snake spread his maw over the first egg, unhinging his jaw so that his lower jaw slipped under it and the jaguar felt a sickening push and jostle as it began to work it's lips over the egg. Shoving the orb up against the girls side so that it outlined the beast inside of her as it began to swallow the calcium rich ovid. The thickest point of his body sliding through the cervix, pulling and forcing the opening to pucker even further inwards at the unnatural penetration while his jaws worked and the slippery muscles of his throat pulled around the Quetzalcoatl's egg. His throat bulging as it was coaxed down by the slippery inner muscles.

Lathera dropped her head down, her breathing harsh as she felt the body blessedly tapering as it shoved into her aching sex. Her mind couldn't even wrap around the fact it was only growing smaller because her cervix was glutted upon the broad slippery scaled middle. Her womb growing too full as the snake let the mottled egg slide down his gullet before bumping against the next one and wedging it against the wall of the uterus so that it could wrap it's maw around it. The sensation of something rubbing inside of her continued and she let out a soft whimper, lifting her head to try and see what was happening.

The shapeshifter didn't see exactly what the serpent was doing, only felt it shoving outwards as the second egg was wrapped in its slippery jaws. The unhinged lower jaw pulling and tugging at it to enter it's straining muzzle. Her world had turned into one of shuddering sensations as the coils balled up and twisted, arched and pulled through her. Each time it did she felt a tremor rock through her as her cervix felt scales plucking against it just before her stomach bulged further. The snakes form coiling up around himself as he worked to make sure there would be enough room within her. The second egg soon pulled into his throat to be swallowed, constricted inside of his body and shoved against the first egg until the shells gave and cracked offering that much more room.

The tail pulled along her folds and she jerked her entire body as she felt it gliding lewdly over her exposed clit, he stroked himself over it so that she started to clench and clutch around him. Something wet and slimy rubbed over her outer folds, glazing her clit in the liquid that pushed from it's vent. The air becoming sharp with the scent of male musk, it stung her nose and made her wrinkle her lips back in disgust. Her walls instinctively trying to milk what was in her as it slid home and her abused outer lips were allowed to relax. She could feel the cold, her stretched petals gaping slightly from taking the serpent inside of her. The snake within her pulled the third egg into its jaws and this time she could feel something shifting inside of her. It made her tense up her stomach muscles and her eyes caught the lewd outline of the orb against her own side before it started to slip down the animals gullet.

Lathera felt a stab of relief run through her, despite the fact the tail was twirling and twisting it's way to start to pull through her cervix. It was eating the eggs, those horrible eggs would be gone! Close on that thought was the reminder it was eating the eggs because it was in her, it was coiling up in her womb as if it had found a lair. Her ears went flat against her head in disgust only to feel and hear the cracking noise as the third egg rolled down the creatures throat to join the first two in making his meal. Her eyes watered slightly and she tried to stop the groan of unwilling pleasure when the tail slid along her cervix. As if it were trying to taunt her, it caressed the sensitive flesh so that rippling motions ran through her now empty passage.

Her body was pushed up into an almost arch holding the beast inside of her and it's coils worked around her womb. He shifted and wrapped around himself, tightening the weight of him so that it made her womb feel overly stretched. There was no time for her body to get used to the feeling, no gentle stretching over the course of months. Just the ache of her swollen middle and the feel of the snake as it moved and settled inside of her and coaxed another of the eggs up into it's maw. She tried to ignore the sensations, her muzzle showing a few wet as her tears rolled down along her cheeks and towards her whiskers.

Within her the snake settled himself with pleasure, the warm expanse of her body welcomed him and heated his blood so that he felt more alert then he had in years. The added feel of filling himself with the nutrient rich eggs only added to his satisfaction as he pulled the smooth shelled egg into his disjointed mouth. His throat had to work to hold onto it, the slippery muscles inside of his jaws pulling it deeper as his lower jaw tugged and the fangs scraped over the outer shell. The creature he had found was perfect, even now her womb wasn't stretched to full capacity. He tested it's limits by twisting his coils and pushing out against her, feeling the flesh strain but still hold and he reared head back to swallow the fourth egg.

She felt how he kept moving, foreign, invasive, something out of her worst nightmare come true. No, she didn't even have the ability to dream something like this. To be made nothing more than a fleshy home for a snake as it rested in her womb, her folds glittering and wet in the dim light left over in the cave. Her entire lower body ached from all of it and she still couldn't struggle free of whatever forced her to remain laying on the caves floor. She could only watch as each breath spilled out of her muzzle and the twisting fogged air rose up above her.

It seemed like forever before the creature stilled inside of her, she could feel small movements to show it was still alive. She clenched her claws against the stone beneath her and tried not to give into the panic inside of her, the sense of hopeless despair and fear of what it wanted. What was it going to do? She couldn't even get up to try to escape, she could just lay against the body warmed stone in the cold room while the snake made itself comfortable inside of her. Her aching cervix finally started to clench shut again, her body pulsed with the feel of her heart beat thudding in her chest.

Within her, the snake coiled itself around the last egg so that it was held as if in offering around it's middle, the mottled shell hugged tightly as a prize. It started to drift into a light slumber, letting the warmth work inside of his body as he waited. His vent had slathered pheromones outside of her lips, a heady scent to help his mate identify where he was. She'd find him, she'd follow his scent and the enticing heat that this creature gave off so that they could replace what he'd taken from her womb with something more valuable and dear.

Lathera's snake swollen form slowly started to drift into some semblance of sleep, or rather blessed unconsciousness. Choking off the sobs that threatened to well out so that her exhausted form was limp in the large room, her only escape from where her pride had brought her. The only place she could possibly find any sort of release from her terror and dread at what might happen to her next, was within the limits of her own mind and the soothing dream world she spun there.


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