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POSTCARDS!

They sat on Saki's kitchen table, the dim light of the room unable to mask the bright and cheery locales depicted on them. Australia, Cuba, Thailand, all of them bore the markings of some distant pleasure denied to the work-locked raccoon. His days were a trudging misery of waking, bathing, then leaving for work, only to return to his dark apartment and those postcards sitting on the table. It was as he was cooking dinner, the sickly-sweet smell of caramalizing onions wavering in the air around him, that the idea finally struck the young male; why couldn't he leave? Work was a busy blur of deadlines and barely coherent project objectives, but he was owed some vacation time and maybe the only thing keeping him from living the dreams offered by those little cardboard mockeries, was himself.

"You want to go where?"

The suit wearing doberman raised a brow as he looked at the sheepish raccoon sitting on the other side of the canine's broad oaken desk. The smaller male's dress shirt was wrinkled and his tie was disheveled, as though he hadn't bothered to undress for bed the night before and had come back to work wearing the same clothing.

"The Amazon, sir." Saki responded politely.

"The Amazon."

"Yes, sir."

"Are you serious?" The Doberman's incredulous tone gave Saki a moment of pause.

"Yes, sir", he repeated.

The Doberman let out a long sigh, leaning back in his chair. The mid-level manager's window overlooked the crowded parking lot several storeys below, and the canine stared out at the sea of cars with the intensity of a noble philosopher poring over some question of the divine.

"You have one week starting next Monday. I expect you back in your chair first thing the following week." The Doberman's blunt answer brought an immediate smile to the raccoon's lips, his mind feeling freer just from hearing them, let alone experiencing the joy those words would allow him over the next week. "And for God's sake, iron your shirt" he added, but Saki was already on his feet and heading for the door. As the door clicked shut behind Saki, the Doberman frowned and looked out the window once more. "That boy's either a liar, or a genius", he mused, resigning himself to meandering thoughts of how long it'd been since he'd had any time off himself.

Saki threw himself into his work for the rest of the day, and by the time he was ready to clock out, the raccoon was awash with a tingling sense of inevitability; by this time on Monday he'd be relaxing in a hotel room, and waiting to set out for river tours of something as vast and mysterious as the Amazon rainforest. But perhaps, most importantly, it wouldn't be here. It would be something different. Saki loosened his tie as he shut off his computer and slid from his chair before the well-worn seat even had time to stop spinning.

"See you guys in 10 days!"

Saki didn't see any of the looks of longing and jealousy that followed him out of the door, the feigned smiles on the lips of his co-workers poorly masking their dread of Monday.

The weekend was a mess. The raccoon's good mood carried him through the packing, the ticket booking, the hotel arrangements and a slew of other small tasks needed in order to relax, but by the time Sunday came the boy was exhausted. Dreams of warm sun and the exotic calls of birds he'd never seen before lulled him to a sleep which only seemed to last moments, but led to a dreamy haze which carried him through all of the tedium and chaos of travel.

It wasn't until the boy's hotel room door closed behind him that he realized the scope of what had happened over the last 72 hours. The motif of the small room was a coral pink that gave the bedcoverings, carpet and chairs an almost sterile look in the dazzling light streaming through the bay window jutting from the wall. Saki's markings blended well with his surroundings and if it weren't for his vibrant yellow fur, he'd have disappeared into the colour palette entirely.

Dropping his bags, the young raccoon moved to the window. The view oversaw the slanting rooftops of the nearby favela, the hotel right on the border between the safer neighborhoods which ringed the slums that made up the bulk of the city. Despite the grime and dirt he saw, the boy was amazed by the colours that sparkled in the sunlight; this place was so alive! The sight of the brightly painted squat buildings that slanted down the hillside was enough to rekindle all that his years of office work had tried so hard to kill. Even as he watched the people on the streets far below go about their days, he began to unbutton the somewhat flimsy white shirt he'd worn untucked.

"This was a good idea", the boy said to no-one in particular as his shirt was discarded and his beige khaki shorts followed. Basking in that glorious view with nothing but his briefs maintaining his modesty--privacy doing little to mask the raccoon's need to cover himself--Saki broke away and fell to the bed with a sigh of contentment. Though he could only hear the low hum of the air conditioner filling his room with its mild breeze, he imagined he could already hear the call of parrots and macaws in the emerald foliage of the jungle.

Before he'd left his home, he'd organized a river boat tour of the nearby areas of the rainforest, and the thought that his trip was only going to get better from here had a smile blasting its way onto Saki's muzzle. Sprawled on his back, the raccoon's paw moved down to the suddenly insistent bulge in his briefs. It was the first time in weeks, if not months, that the raccoon found himself in a position to relax properly, and the slowly hardening length of his cock seemed to have read the boy's mood perfectly! Tender fingers slid appraisingly along the warm meat nestled so safely in Saki's underwear, coaxing it upwards into a jutting tent that rose above the sprawled boy's soft body.

Saki's eyes closed as his paw drifted lower to cup at his cloth covered balls. The heavy orbs seemed to tense at the touch, as though unfamiliar with their owner's attention. Biting his lip, the raccoon teased himself into a full erection that ached and throbbed, dampness spreading over the tip of that tent as his body slowly submitted to itself. The boy's smile melted into a sly grin as he continued to explore himself leisurely; there was no rush, he had all week and the boat tour wasn't until the morning. The jet lag had already begun to creep up into the back of his mind, and only the pleasure radiating from his rutting hips staved it off. A soft gasp escaped from Saki as his back arched slightly off the bed. Any restraint he might have felt elsewhere was gone, and Saki allowed himself the pleasure of reacting to every pang of pleasure and every twitch of that oozing prick.

The raccoon made no move to push his underwear down, the same recklessness that had him gasping and writhing as he pleasured himself also giving him the courage to keep his cock covered, and to feel the strain of the fabric against his shaft as it sought to escape its pre-cum soaked prison. His breaths came in short little puffs of warm air as sweat began to trickle into his fur. After nearly ten minutes of baiting himself, of allowing himself to peak only to force himself down again, the raccoon finally found himself thrown over the edge of climax without so much of a hope of letting it abate this time.

"Ah. Ah! Ah!" The panting cry from the raccoon culminated in a final hiss of breath that had his whole body riveted with the intensity of his climax. The raccoon was pushed through it like a ship caught in a storm, hips rocking as thick jets of milky cum pulsed into his skimpy briefs. Every feeling was heightened in the boy's mind as his eyes clenched as tightly as his fist was curled around that spurting dick, cum trickling down his length to collect in a pool against his balls before being whisked off by the movement of his cotton underwear. Even before the afterglow set in, Saki could feel his mind stumbling into much-needed sleep. Racing heart dragged to a slower rhythm, the raccoon found himself nodding off as his cock began to soften, cum cooling in his briefs and his fatigued mind awash with possibilities.

Saki's sleep was fitful, but each time he awoke he found it easy to slide back into his dreams. The coils of tension left in his body seemed to be unspooling with each passing bout of sleep, and by the time the sun had begun to rise on a new day, the boy felt as though he'd been this comfortable his whole life. Discarding his now crusty briefs almost mechanically, the raccoon stumbled his way into the somewhat cramped bathroom and availed himself of the shower. Even the water, tepid but invigorating, seemed more relaxing here. Outside his window he could hear the city begin to wake itself; the occasional blare of a car horn became more common as the chatter of the city began to drift through the brightening morning air. By the time he was dressed, the sun was up and its radiance was matched only by that of Saki's smile.

The boathouse he'd been told to meet his tour guide at was several blocks away. A greyish river meandered through the heart of the city before disappearing into the wilderness that waited outside. Small sailboats drifted lazily along the sun-dappled waters, and though nobody was eager to swim in the off-smelling water, it served its purpose well for those citizens that could afford the luxury of a day spent atop it. The walk from his hotel had already brought a thin sheen of sweat to the raccoon's fur, the sky blue shirt he wore stifling despite the lightness of its fabric, and its largely unfastened buttons. Even this early in the morning, the stale air of the city was heavy with the pollution of the cars passing by, and the tropical humidity that seemed to push down on the boy; Saki was unphased.

The building was a mishmash of grey and yellow wooden planks, the faded appearance making it easy to see where the rotten wood had been patched. Only some red paint, nicked and peeling from the constant humidity added any sense of decoration to the building. A large wooden sign adorned with a boat anchor and a smattering of Portuguese writing hung above the gaping entryway. Only the address made any sense to the woefully unilingual raccoon, but it was all he needed as he stepped through the door and into the shadowy chill of the building's interior.

Several fans spun above the boy's head, rustling stacks of paper which sat on several desks scattered around the small room. Through a door in the back he could see the building opened up directly onto the river.

"Hello?" Saki paused anxiously, watching the back door for signs of life. He was several minutes earlier than he'd expected to be, but surely they weren't that precise! A bit of a smug grin touched the boy's lips as he spoke again. "Olá!" He'd been practicing with his phrase-book before leaving the hotel, and the opportunity to use any Portuguese--even if it was just hello--was one the boy seized gladly.

_ "Ai! Quem está lá?"_ The answer floated from the backroom with a hint of annoyance tinging the unfamiliar words. Even as Saki opened his mouth to respond, the sound of rustling greeted him, as though someone was climbing out of a pile of paper. A small head poked itself into the rear doorway, a pair of oversized brown eyes blinking as they scanned the room. The face was decisively feline, but its owner was clearly short, the head five feet from the ground at most. "Quem está lá?!" The stranger asked the same question again, his tone growing more forceful and the annoyance in that tone laid bare.

"Ah. Um. I have an appointment?" Sake stammered slightly as he answered, taken aback by the angular face immediately turned towards him as he spoke.

"Oh! Sim! Yes yes! I know you." The mistrustful air in the room dissipated as the owner of that head finally stepped out from behind the door's frame. The lean curves of a feline confirmed what Saki had guessed from the stranger's face, and the diminutive feline's height was also what the raccoon had expected. Wearing a white undershirt and a pair of grease stained green khaki shorts, the Margay seemed to almost slink across the room, feline grace not impacted by his small stature.

A moment of awkward consideration passed between the two males. Saki looked over the small male, while the margay looked over Saki in turn. The silence that remained like a wall between them was mellowed only by the broad smile on the feline's pointed muzzle. The moment ended only when Saki finally cleared his throat and spoke.

"Yeah. We'd arranged a tour?" The dingy boathouse doing little to assuage a sudden burst of nerves that had the raccoon second-guessing his choice of tour guide. "I'm Saki?" The raccoon's pensive tone seemed to be completely missed by the small margay. As if his name had broken some spell, the feline broke his silence.

"Of course! Very nice deal we give you! Can't sign papers that way. Wait." The margay moved through the trio of desks with purposeful strides that soon left him rooting through the stacks of paper. "Contracts are very importante in businesses. Agree?" The margay's voice floated from behind the rustling pile of papers, the ones he was looking for seemingly well buried. When the margay reappeared, he held a small bundle of forms that he shoved into Saki's paws. "Sign, then we go!"

Saki blinked, glancing down at the documents with a frown of consternation.

"What're these?"

"Contracts! For business. They good, very good." The margay waved a paw dismissively, "Just telling me that you know about dangers. Rainforest is dangerous place, but not too dangerous with me." The margay's tone was as dismissive as his body language and the raccoon felt no compunction as he accepted the margay's word at face value. Snatching a pen off of one of the desks, the raccoon pressed the papers against the wall and scratched his name on the marked lines. That they were written in Portuguese didn't register with the oblivious raccoon; he had come this far, he wouldn't let something as small as signing a waiver dissuade him from following through on the plan!

As soon as the last paper had been signed, the margay snatched them from Saki's grasp. "Great!" he declared, tossing back onto one of the desks.

"Boat is ready. Very nice day. We make good time. Vamos!" The male's brusque stilted words only added to the sense of speed which suddenly overtook the small male. He hurried about the room, once more rooting through several piles of paper which topped the heat-stained desks of the office before finally producing a set of keys. "Vamos!" The smile on the male's face was infectious enough to draw a similar one to Saki's muzzle.

"Vamos" the raccoon repeated obligingly, moving towards the rear door as the feline beckoned him to follow.

Despite the margay's insistence they hurry, it was nearly an hour before the dilapidated boat they would be traveling on pulled out from its berth. A string of rubber tires hung along the bow, a precaution against any hapless boaters that may run into them the Margay explained. The craft consisted of only a single cabin-like bridge at the rear of the deck, big enough for the Margay and perhaps a second person as small as he was to fit in at the same time. Saki, for his part, had little interest in entering it anyway. Banana peels lay rotting on the control panel, and at least one crushed beer can decorated the small windowsill.

"Is nice trip! Many bird. Much water." Caio--A name which had taken Saki several attempts to pronounce--explained as the boat puttered along the river. As they travelled, their fellow boaters grew increasingly sparse. By the time they reached the city limits, they were the only boat in sight. Ahead of them loomed the treeline of the Amazon, and despite the rapidly rising temperature, Saki found himself running to the front of the boat to watch as they approached.

The trees were larger than any the raccoon had ever seen, and amidst them he could already see the occasional flutter of colour that marked some resident bird as it sought whatever it was it sought. The river had begun to take on a shade of brown, the difference not overly pronounced but it was less unseemly than the colour the river had adopted deeper in the city. The riverbanks had also expanded, and they grew more rugged and less cultivated than they had been even as shortly as several minutes earlier. Saki marveled; the simple change in the river seemed to hit home for him that he was indeed heading down an Amazonian river on a rundown boat with an overly friendly feline he had met only two hours earlier. He was a thousand miles away from the comfort and security of his office chair, and in that moment Saki found himself hoping he'd never return to that drab grey existence.

The allure of the mysterious jungle which lined both banks of the river held Saki fast as the day continued to pass. The sounds of the wildlife were highlighted by the occasional glimpse of some strange and exotic animal. A colony of crocodiles were sunning themselves on a sandy shoal near one of the shores, and Caio let out a peal of laughter as he buzzed by it.

"Olha! Olha!" Look!" Caio veered the boat towards the small gathering of crocs and let out a roar of laughter as they slunk into the water swiftly to escape the imagined threat the boat posed. "Good game!" The catcall was shouted after the departing crocodiles before the Margay turned the boat back towards the centre of the river. Despite the feline's somewhat eccentric attitude, the raccoon couldn't help but find himself beginning to enjoy the smaller male's company. Though the size difference between the two was pronounced, the margay was a number of years older than the raccoon, and he carried himself with an air of confidence that made him seem even older still. When he wasn't steering the boat--the river often providing long stretches where the waters simply moved in a straight line--he was with Saki at the bow, puffing on a small pipe and speaking of his various trips down the river they were travelling now.

It was only when the sun had begun to near the treeline that Saki realized how late it was getting.

"Late? Getting dark? No no, friend! Much time. I show you something special, sim? Yes? You get treated good with Caio, sim?" With a healthy slap to Saki's shoulder, the large-eyed feline's smile grew even wider. "I show you something special." The questioning tone was gone, replaced instead with an insistence that Saki couldn't help but oblige.

"Yeah, I suppose. You aren't going to charge me extra, right?" The tongue in cheek comment brought a chortle of riotous laughter from the Margay.

"No charge! No charge! You make funny joke!" Caio's laughter followed the margay all the way back to the bridge of the boat, as though he actually had found Saki's comment that funny. "You see, my friend. You see something special tonight!" The shout came to Saki over the sound of the engines revving up, and the boat's speed increasing as they began to move down the river with some urgency. With his enjoyment of his novel situation, the raccoon gladly ignored the sense of alarm that had begun to tug at his thoughts; he was here, he was free, and he was going to enjoy himself.

As the sun dipped beneath the treeline, the long tendrils of shadow that had already begun to curl around the sparkling waters of the river grew thicker. The heavy air developed a cutting chill to it that was heightened by the sweat which still beaded Saki's fur. His shirt had developed dark circles beneath his arms, and their dampness only sharpened the shiver which ran down Saki's spine.

"Need to change, my friend" Caio called out. "Surprise is good, but very... picky."

"Picky?" Saki turned his attention away from the wall-like darkness that had descended. He could no longer see beneath the canopy of the jungle. The sun was gone and the first rays of moonlight burned across the rippling waters like a dancer exalting in its own brilliant allure.

"Yes. Very picky." The margay slid from behind the wheel. The moonlight was bright enough that Saki could make out as the feline dug through a trunk which lay beside the bridge of the ship. Flames flickered to life and a match soon gave birth to a larger fire within a rust-spotted lantern. Caio's features sprung to life in the glow which the flame provided, and a second lantern was soon lit just as deftly. "Wear this. Will make surprise far less surprising." The margay's muzzle split in the same wide smile he had worn for much of the day, but the light seemed to betray some sinister undertone that had Saki admonishing himself for seeing; he was letting his nerves get to him. The unfamiliar surroundings and the uncertainty that came with a stranger's surprise had put his mind in a place that begged for such misinterpretations!

The raccoon moved towards the circle of light provided by the twin lanterns, and he saw that the margay held a rather supple looking loincloth in his paws. The fabric was woven with intricate designs, and though Saki was unclear on most of what he saw, he could at least pick out the curving body of a snake embroidered into the brown leather. It consisted of two thigh-length pieces of leather, tied by a thick corded 'belt' which would keep the raccoon as modest as one could be in a loincloth.

"Unh..."

"Hurry, my friend! We arrive soon. Food there is quite..." the margay dropped off, stumbling over his word choice as his grasp of English found itself outmatched.

"Delicious?" Saki interjected helpfully after several seconds.

"Sure!"

The raccoon considered his options. He was rather hungry, and he would regret not taking this opportunity if he turned around now. Just imagine the story he'd have to share when he returned to the world of ties and forced smiles he lived and worked in! He realized as he dropped his paw to his shorts that the decision had been made the second he'd taken the loincloth, he'd just needed some time to realize it. Caio simply nodded and turned to scoop up the lanterns and place them on the bow of the boat.

"Will you be able to get us there in the dark?" Saki asked. The raccoon had already shed his clothing, even removing his briefs before sliding the loincloth on. It hung nicely on his hips and the thick cord was more comfortable than he'd have imagined it would be! The boy's sheath felt exposed, but as he looked down at himself and craning his neck to make sure he wasn't peeking out anywhere, he was soon well satisfied that his modesty was intact.

"Of course! Now quiet, I hear them."

Saki's ears perked as he looked into the darkness. Even being a raccoon, the boy's nocturnal instincts were dead in the sea of black night air which surrounded them. It was only after a full minute that he heard a faint birdcall which in turn was seemingly answered by the call of another. If he hadn't known that he was supposed to be listening for something, it'd have gone unnoticed entirely.

"What is..." Saki began. More strange birdcalls were echoing from the darkness now.

"Quiet!" Caio's blunt insistence quieted Saki immediately. The margay called out into the darkness with a loud trilling, the sound reverberating from the depths of his throat. As it ended, words drifted from somewhere to the right of the boat and the margay steered them in that direction. "You will see! My friends know how to provide the finest meals. Delicious, as you say."

Saki only nodded, his vulnerability suddenly baring itself to his previously confident mind. By the time the boat had ridden up onto the shore, he was shivering.

Despite his concerns, the raccoon had no choice but to go along with the margay. The feline guided the raccoon without a single stumble in the inky night. Saki was aware that there were others nearby, but they didn't speak and only the occasional rustle of leaves told him that anything was there at all.

"How far--" Saki began, only to be cut off by a reassuring squeeze of the margay's paw, which held a firm grip on one of Saki's arms.

"Not far. See?"

Ahead Saki's sharp eyes could pick out the dim glow of fire, like a sunrise on the horizon though the night was not yet even half spent. As they approached, the boy's ears picked up the heavy thrum of drums.

"Good night to be guest!" Caio whispered to Saki in a rushed breath. The flickering light soon grew into a bonfire, and the drums began to adopt a rhythm that left Saki's unease unchecked as it burned through his mind.

"I'm not sure about this, Caio" Saki admitted, feeling relief as he finally voiced his growing concern. They were close enough now that Saki could pick out the sound of singing amidst the drums. Harsh, guttural voices rose up out of the darkness in a chant that reminded Saki of the church hymns he'd seen sung in movies. Those voices clawed at the air in desperate reverence for something unseen, and though he did not know the language, he knew that this was no ordinary party. "Caio?" Saki realized the margay had released his arm. As the boy groped for his guide, something heavy crashed against the back of his head and the raccoon pitched forward into the foliage underfoot with a muttered groan that faded into silence as the boy's consciousness bled from him.

When Saki awoke the shades of black created by unconsciousness gave way to the light of a bonfire roaring in front of him. The young raccoon's arms were bound behind his back, and as he wiggled his wrists, he realized that it wasn't rope that held him but a smooth strip of jungle vine. The heat poured over him, intensified by the stale oppressiveness of the jungle's heavy air. Light danced along the ground, illuminating the long grass which seemed to dance to the pulsing beat of the drums which filled Saki's head. It was only as his mind cleared that he realized that the drums were as much in his head, as they were in the hands of the strangers clustered around him. The back of the boy's head throbbed in time to the rhythm, and as he strained against the vines which bound his arms, its tempo increased.

"C-Caio?" The raspy croak which slipped from Saki sounded alien to his own ears, his eyelids drooping as his body tried to sluggishly wake itself. The strangers who danced in the hellish light of the bonfire were unlike anything the raccoon had seen before. They bore a resemblance to pigs, but walked on the tips of their hooves. Small, smaller than even Caio, they stood three to four feet tall, but carried themselves with the unbridled confidence of masters within their own domain. Polished stone spears glistened in the mixture of moonlight and firelight as they danced to the increasingly fast drumming. Amongst them stood Caio, speaking to a particularly ornamented pig-creature. Even as groggy as he was, Saki could see his guide was talking to the stranger.

"CAIO!" Saki's voice broke through even the drumming, finding strength in a sudden anger that bubbled in every inch of his body. The margay turned, that smile still full on his lips.

"You awake, my friend!" The pig-creature--a peccary--turned and watched Saki as Caio made his way to the raccoon. "A pleasant evening for a party, sim? Was this a good surprise?" There was no remorse in the margay's tone or body language, just a well-practiced casualness that did little to assuage Saki's anger. The raccoon's pink and yellow fur had already begun to glisten with sweat from the heat of the flames. The margay paused only when he saw the look in Saki's eyes, glaring and deadly in their single-minded animosity. "You do not look happy! A tragedy. But rest assured, my friend, dinner will put a smile on your lips. Now, my friends here have provided me access to their lands, so I must leave you to plan my next tour. Até mais tarde!"

With that, the margay turned and walked away.

"CAIO, GET BACK HERE!" Saki cried out as he writhed on his knees, his ankles as bound as his wrists and his heart pounding with a fear that threatened to choke the very voice from his throat. Only the drums answered him. The raccoon's breath came in short needy gulps, the panic he felt earlier amplified a thousand fold within the past few seconds alone. Try as he might, the vines held him tighter than any chain could have, the flexibility of the material only giving the boy false hope with little progress to back it up.

As dreadful as the drums were, pounding in the darkness at the edge of the firelight, they became all the more terrifying when they stopped suddenly. There was no noise in the clearing save for the crackling of the burning wood behind Saki.

"Please..." he began, but something brushing against the back of his leg drew his plea for mercy to an abrupt halt. It could have been passed off as an ember from the fire, or perhaps a breeze curling its way through the shorn yellowing grass he kneeled upon. It did not relent after several seconds, however, and as the sensation spread he realized that it was something more. By the time the feeling had curled around his leg and began to mount his side, the raccoon's panic had become blinding. A soft chant echoed in the air as Saki's body twisted to try and escape the un-natural feel of whatever had found him, and though he knew that seeing whatever it was may break his final vestige of control, he knew just as well that he had to see it. It wasn't until the broad pointed head of a Boa loomed before his eyes that the raccoon realized just how much peril he was in.

The reptile had to be huge. The head alone looked larger than any snake the boy had ever seen, and the way its body continued to slide against him as the Boa wound itself lazily around his neck was a testament to the scale of the creature. The head disappeared from view, its tongue fluttering in the air as its cold black eyes seemed to stare right through Saki. Its weight became more pronounced as it braced itself against his far shoulder, his throat entirely bound by its curling body. Still, he felt it continue to move forward, and the first touch he'd felt against the back of his legs continued. Saki's eyes rolled back in his head as fear blanched his vision with its paralyzing tendrils; even the scream the raccoon felt in his gut was too stunned to find its way out of his muzzle. The chanting had reached a fevered pitch and a slow drumming began, as though the drummers were afraid of drawing the snake away from its new plaything.

The Boa looped its body several times around Saki's, and it wasn't long until the boy was as immobilized by the snake's strength as he was by his own primal terror. Saki only found the strength to fight back when he realized the coils of the snake were drawing tighter against him. Bound as he was, there was little the raccoon could do, but all that he could do, he did. Saki tensed his muscles, hoping to fend off the crushing power of the predator, and for nearly a minute it seemed to work. Still, he could feel the snake slowly overpowering him. Its body continued to slide as more of its girthful length travelled up his form and found new fur and flesh to bind.

Saki's head rolled back as his muzzle opened in a scream that was half-choked by the pressure being forced against his chest and belly from all angles. Eyes clenched shut, the raccoon's muscles protested against the strain of being tensed for so long, and slowly they began to relax. As they did the snake's attack began to press against bone and organ instead of solely muscle. Saki could feel his ribs bending under the pressure, and his spine roared out its displeasure in nauseating waves of pain. Fueled, perhaps, by his seeming insurmountable peril, the boy's cock ached as it began to harden beneath his loincloth. Each struggle only seemed to excite the self-destructive organ even more; the feeling of the snake slithering against him was as exotic as it was deadly, and Saki's adrenaline-addled body seemed content to separate the pain and pleasure into two distinct sensations, each earning its own reaction. Even as his body shook beneath the relentless assault, the raccoon's loincloth was soon tented upwards with supple leather caressing his rigid prick.

The drums beat on.

The snake did not relent in the least. The breath being violently torn from Saki's body was not replaced, and as the raccoon's tongue darted against his pulled back lips he could feel the first firey licks of pain in his lungs. The boy's body writhed as best it could, but unable to scream and unable to move, the young male was left little opportunity to express the sheer agony tearing

him apart.

The Boa paid little heed to its prey's situation, save to emotionlessly relish the coming meal. Its head rose above Saki like the morning sun lifting itself from the shadows of some nighted horizon. It knew the drums meant food, and it had come as it had come before, and it would feed as it had fed before. It did not question, but only acted with the impeccable malice reserved only for a guiltless predator. That Saki was experiencing pain beyond the ability of any one word to describe, was lost on the Boa's innocence. When the raccoon's ribs finally began to crack, snapping like the dry wood roasting on the flames so nearby, the Boa felt no remorse, no pity, nor satisfaction. An arm snapped next, and Saki finally found his voice long enough to send a pitiful shriek of pain tumbling helplessly into the night air.

The Boa's head came down swiftly, a sharp-toothed axe cutting through the scream which still filled the night, and silencing it. Saki's head disappeared into the Boa's gullet with little difficulty. The boy's body spasmed, broken bones shrieking as the boy had only seconds earlier. Their silent lament reverberated through Saki's entire body and nearly sent him back into the embrace of his cocooned unconsciousness. There was a moment when the raccoon believed that was what had happened. His wide eyes were steeped in the carrion darkness of the Boa's gullet, and only the feeling of its body wrenching his broken arm assured him that he was still awake. The sound of the drums had grown muffled, but they still seeped into Saki's ears. Perhaps it was just Saki's muddled mind, but they had seemed to grow in time with the contractions of the snake's gullet.

As more of the raccoon disappeared, his increasingly broken body was finally toppled by the weight of the snake curling around it. Laying supine on the fire-warmed grass, the raccoon's body was forced to arch by the coils beneath him, though it gave him some freedom to move his knees. The limited use of such freedom did not stop Saki from taking full advantage of it, his legs thrusting up as the bound limbs wavered like a mermaid's tail scything through water. This did nothing to dissuade the hungry predator, and soon Saki's shoulders were bulging against the inside of the snake's mouth. The warmth of its body was a minor comfort amidst a sea of horror and the cloying fluids which already invaded Saki's devoured muzzle and ears assaulted his tongue with foul flavours that had him gagging.

As the snake fed, it loosed its upper coils, ensuring a smooth slide for Saki. Its limber body allowed the monster of a Boa to bend and flex itself in ways that both encased, and trapped the young male. With its prey's shoulders engulfed in its cavernous maw, the snake pushed forward swiftly. Sweet pink and yellow fur disappeared forever into the predator, leanly muscled chest and taut belly--though the raccoon's desk job had provided him with a noticeable paunch that he had intended to deal with eventually--until half of Saki was blocked from sight.

And the drums beat on.

Saki could feel when his hips were finally released. His cock had been left free throughout the ordeal to play its traitorous role in this lurid drama. It had been slapping against the raccoon's thighs, forced flat by the loincloth that by now had ridden up enough to allow it to raise itself up. It hung in the air now, jutting upwards and waving about with the raccoon's frantic thrashing. Engorged by the restricted bloodflow caused by the snake's grip on Saki, the raccoon was barely aware it was there at all, though at the first brush of it against the snake's body, he let out a shuddering yell which defied the thin wisps of air he managed to find in the Boa's depths. His cock oozed pre-cum that glistened in the firelight, taking its time as it dribbled down the underside of his cock. As though it understood the impossibility of its own existence in such a dire situation, it hung onto that existence as long as it possibly could before finally disappearing into the fur which covered Saki's trembling balls.

The coils had all but released Saki, the snake seemingly assured that its prey was not going to get away. Still they hung loosely around the raccoon's rapidly vanishing body. Each inch forced his cock against another piece of the Boa's gargantuan frame, cyclopean scales teasing at that weeping cock with a disconnection that had little bearing on the unwanted pleasure tickling at Saki's brain. Inside, Saki could feel every breezy caress of the passing scales, and though he was locked in darkness, his vision flared with a sudden and dazzling light.

Cum pulsed in a weak spurt at first, as though it were little more than a slightly more forceful eruption of the pre-cum that had--by now--coated much of his prick. The tension in the boy's devoured belly ached with anticipation, and instinctively the raccoon tensed his hips as though he were trying to hang onto that second for as long as he could. There was no stopping the eruption that followed, however. Cream erupted in a dazzling arch of glinting defeat, a musky act of submission that brought a flush to the boy's unseen cheeks. For one marvelous second his arm no longer hurt, his lungs no longer burned, and his ribs no longer grated; he simply reveled in the feeling of his cock pumping out arch after arch of that desperate cum. His body had surrendered, and with that surrender, Saki lost his fear; fear was the byproduct of uncertainty, and he was certain that he was now little more than this snake's meal.

Acceptance flowed as readily as the final pulses of virile seed. Even as his cock began to soften, it disappeared into the snake's maw. Shivering at his hyper-sensitive prick being ground against the roof of the snake's mouth, Saki realized that he could no longer feel his arms. His mind was drifting, floating in the darkness which surrounded him and the burning in his lungs had dulled itself into a roaring void that transcended anything as menial as need. He was dying. The thought brought a sense-deprived smile to Saki's trembling lips, his ears long since wilted and his eyes staring sightlessly as his legs were devoured.

The villagers' chant stopped one when the raccoon's tail vanished between His lips. The prey had been reduced to a bulge travelling down the Great Khep-Ta's body, the Boa itself curling in on itself as though trying to protect its captured meal. Inside, Saki's failing body came to rest at last, the boy still clinging to the last shreds of life. He could not see, could not hear, could not feel; his existence had become a prelude to the meat he would be in a few short minutes. The Boa's body became a hostile force all around him, and in the dim recesses of Saki's last moments of life, he could feel the acids already beginning to burn into him. The vile fluids scorched their marks into his fur, sloughing it off in patches which dissolved in turn almost immediately. He could feel the walls of the snake's 'stomach' rubbing over him, massaging the stinging acids into his increasingly naked fur. They threatened to tunnel into him, and even as life finally began to fail him in earnest--the race between airlessness, shock, and this new threat nearing the inevitable finish line--the raccoon was not spared the indignity of feeling the acids slither in between his eyes and begin to eat them away.

If he could scream, he would have, but even that luxury had been stolen from him now.

Finally, with an anti-climactic sizzle of neurons, the boy died.

His spirit freed at last, the raccoon's body was left in the stinking innards of the snake to dissolve over the span of several days. Meat tenderized before being picked apart piece by piece by the acids, the raccoon's body became little more than a stream of nutrients to the conquering predator. Caio had picked well, the villagers would say, and by the time the Great Khep-Ta had finished, three days had passed. The ceremony which saw the great snake off back into His jungle kingdom was a feast that would be remembered for many years. He was pleased, and the villagers had no doubt their village would prosper because of it. Though Saki was hardly in a position to appreciate it, the Great Khep-Ta had provided him with a great gift in return for such a noble service; the boy's chair would no longer be a prison to him, a grim reminder of his daily struggle for relevance in a world that had long ago decided relevance was a hindrance to productivity. He was now part of the jungle, and the jungle would forever be a part of him.

There were questions asked about the disappearance in the days which followed. The authorities interrogated the usual suspects, and only Caio's signed contracts and insistences that the raccoon had left the margay's boathouse intact saved him from anything worse than a little rough-play by the police. The bribes didn't hurt the feline's defense either. Though Caio hated to spend the money, there was always more money to be made.

"Hello?"

The simple call from the front of the boathouse snapped Caio from his musings. His muzzle split in a smile as he eyed the Doberman framed in the doorway. Yes, this one would do nicely.

"Hello, my friend! You look for adventure?"

There was always more money to be made.