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George was already regretting bringing his friend along. As much as he liked Chance, the man was not cut out for camping. They were walking for only a few minutes before Chance started complaining. The trail was too steep, the rocks were in his way, the trees were not green enough. Not green enough? George thought as they continued.

“Don't worry chance, it's only a couple more miles," He reassured his friend, “And the trees… they don't get much greener than this. It's late summer so it really only goes downhill from here." He chuckled.

“Okay, I guess," Chance sighed. He knew it was his idea to come with George, but he never knew how boring it would be from the start.

This whole thing started when George and Chance were at lunch together the weekend before. George mentioned he was planning to go camping the following weekend and was super excited about it.

“Oh cool," Chance grinned, “I've never gone camping before!" He was genuinely intrigued as he spoke through a mouthful of chili fries.

“It's quite enjoyable if I do say so myself," George said, “Hanging out under the stars, roasting marshmallows and just having nowhere to be and nothing to do for a while. It's amazing."

“Can I come with you?"

“Oh, um… I was going to go by myself, but I guess you can come along."

“Sweet!"

“I'll text you a list of things to bring. I have a tent we can use and a lot of the equipment, but you'll mostly need some boots, warm clothes and a hiking pack."

“You got it boss."

They finished eating and once he got home, George sent the packing list including explicit instructions on what not to bring.

Extra socks and underwear, Chance read to himself as he looked at the text, makes sense. No scented soaps or deodorant? Only resealable snacks? Freezer bags for trash? As he read, he didn't quite understand why he needed to be so careful, and he decided it must not be that important.

George was leading the way through the forest, so he didn't notice that while he heard Chance taking snacks out of his bag that they were individually wrapped. He also didn't notice that Chance was dropping the wrappers on the ground as they went. In Chance's mind, there wasn't an issue with it, and he didn't want to carry all that trash around.

But when George looked back and saw the trail of wrappers, he was livid.

“Chance!" He shouted, startling him, “Why are you dropping your trash on the ground? I told you to bring a ziplock with you for trash."

“Sorry!" Chance stuttered out, “I didn't think it was that big a deal."

“Well, it is, please go pick up your trash."

“Why? It's not like it's really hurting anyone."

“I don't have time right now to explain how wrong that is. Pick the trash up and let's get going."

Chance grumbled as he retraced his steps and picked the wrappers up from the ground. Why is it such a big deal to him? He asked himself as he went. He pulled the crumpled ziplock out of his back and stuffed the trash in it. He zipped it up and stuffed it back in before walking back over to George.

“Happy now?" Chance asked.

“Yeah, now come on, we're burning daylight," George said as he set off.

The two tromped through the forest, picking up the pace as Chance got used to walking. The weather was gorgeous. Warm with a slight breeze to keep them cool. There were a few clouds in the sky, cute puff balls that gave pleasant shady reprieves from the sun. But along the way, Chance still didn't feel the need to dig out his ziplock every time he wanted a snack. So, he kept doing it but kept it under wraps. He didn't make much noise when opening up his snacks and scarfing them down. He tossed the wrappers into the bushes to hide them from George should he have looked back. It never crossed his mind that he could use the same effort, hiding his littering from his friend to just put the trash in his bag.

The rest of the walk was uneventful, and they eventually made it to a large clearing covered in grass, seemingly untouched.

“See Chance?" George said with a smile, “When people don't leave their trash everywhere and take care to leave no trace, it's just so much better for the next person, you know?"

“I guess," Chance said as he looked around, enjoying his friend's enthusiasm. But he really did not see what was so great about this.

“Alright, while I set up the tent, why don't you go out and grab us some firewood?"

“Oooh yeah, firewood!" Chance said, excitement in his eyes.

“Great, there should be plenty of sticks on the ground," George said, happy his friend was finally having a good time. “Make sure to only grab the dry stuff on the ground. Don't take dead stuff off trees and don't bring back wet kindling." He handed Chance a canvas bag for kindling before saying, “Don't take too much either. We only need the fire to last a few hours, not all night."

“You got it, boss," Chance grabbed the bag and saluted sillily before tromping off into the woods.

George grinned and went about putting up the tent. He took great care in finding a spot that was mostly grass with as few leafed plants as possible. He laid out the large tarp and staked it down before building the tent on top.

Chance started out happy with this job, grabbing branches off the ground, but he eventually grew bored. He soon became sloppy, not checking to see if the wood he was grabbing was wet or not. He grabbed some very light logs as well, not knowing they were rotten. After about half an hour of searching, he came across something rather surreal. A statue of a large, fuzzy, anthropomorphic mammal. It was obviously old, with some wear on the finer features, but the moss and other plant life thriving on the statue was trimmed back for what seemed like purely aesthetic purposes. The stone looked like marble, well-polished and taken care of. Then at the base, a simple bouquet of local flowers and a scroll. Chance was puzzled for a moment, but his boredom and mischievous mind took over quickly.

He grabbed a rock from the ground and tossed it at the statue, the impact chipping off a bit of marble. The next one was aimed at the base, destroying the bouquet and knocking the scroll to the ground. He grinned as he reached down, grabbed the scroll, and opened it. When he couldn't read what was inside, he just tore it in two and let the pieces fall to the ground. He tossed a few more rocks, a particularly accurate one smacked against the face of the statue and broke the snout off. Then he finished by emptying his bladder on it.

As he was walking back, George was setting up a mound fire. A large heat-proof tarp on the ground with a mound of dirt on top.

“Got the wood?" He asked.

“Of course, got some sticks and a few logs, too," Chance smiled, “I also saw something super weird out that way." He set the bag of sticks on the ground and went to his bag to grab his camping chair.

“Oh? What did you find?" George asked as he sliced the top off the mound and patted it down with his shovel, creating a hard, flat surface.

“A statue," Chance shrugged, “Just a big statue of some two-legged dog or something."

“Don't tell me you threw rocks-“

“Yeah, I threw rocks at it."

George shook his head and sighed as he built the fire on the mound. It was a basic teepee-style fire with some soft tinder at the base. After lighting it and making sure it caught well, he grabbed his own chair and sat down across from Chance. He smelled the faint scent of rot in the smoke, but at this point, he was tired of arguing with Chance, so he let it go.

Miles away, in a remote mountain cavern, rested a huge fluffy creature. She stretched more than 30 feet tall with thick proportions. She'd been sleeping for years in one of her hibernation cycles when she suddenly woke many years too early. Her shrine… she felt it. Each rock impact, the displacement of the flowers, and the tearing of the scroll all alert her to the intruders.

She emerged from her cave and stretched with a soft yawn. Then she looked towards the direction of her statue and smelled the smokey fire. She smelled the rot, a sign of the uncaring humans who so rudely interrupted her rest. She came upon her statue, a work made by a friend many years ago. She kneeled, looking over it as tears came to her eyes. She knew just who to blame and she stood up to follow the smoke to the culprits.

When she came upon the site, she stopped when she heard an angry voice rising up through the trees.

“I told you not to take the stuff off the trees!" George said as he looked through the wood, noting the rotted-out logs and still wet sticks. “These logs, the trees, even the dead ones are home to animals." He seemed genuinely angry and almost sad.

“I'm sorry, I was just bored," Chance said, “I-“

“Yeah, I know you were bored," George cut him off, “That's why you were throwing rocks at that statue too right? So bored you forgot the one thing I've been trying to get you to understand. Leave things how they are! Use the resources but don't break stuff you don't need to-!"

“I couldn't agree more," The giant peered over the trees and spoke, her voice deep and melodic. “So, you were the one who broke my shrine, human?" She asked Chance who was afraid, shaking and trying not to cry.

“Sh-shrine?" He asked, worried because that sounded important.

“Yes," She nodded and stepped into the clearing. She stomped on the fire, then their tent. Though as she does, one of the broken tent poles embeds itself in her foot. It was painful but she wasn't going to let it show. She sat cross-legged and kept her eye on Chance. Her angry tone mixes with a deep sadness as she asked, “Why…?"

“I-I was… bored," Chance stuttered out as he backed away from her.

“So, you decided to throw rocks at the statue? It's hundreds of years old, human!" She shouted, “Deer, bears, mountain lions have walked through that clearing, saw my statue and walked away. But a human with a rock and a strange… destructive sense of humor broke it." Tears entered her eyes.

“It's my fault, ma'am," George's voice came out soft, remorseful and sympathetic. “I failed to teach my friend the importance of respecting nature. I tried but I failed. I'm sorry."

Chance looked at George, stunned before the giant shook her head. “No, my dear, I see in your heart how hard you tried," She reached out and used a warm paw to stroke George's head, “At some point, it was your friend's decision to disregard your instructions. But letting him go out alone to wreak havoc, that was a serious lapse in judgement. But, know this, I don't blame you."

George relaxed and enjoyed the soft petting. He sat back down in his chair, his head bowed until he heard Chance yelp. His head perked up and he saw what was happening. The giant picked up his friend and held him in a tight grip.

She ignored George for the moment, just staring into Chance's eyes. Seething hatred and hurt pouring from her gaze as she tried to figure out what to do with him. “I am Naxiralrezza, goddess and guardian of this forest and all who call it home. I can smell the putrid garbage you have left in your wake, and I will not stand for it!" Her voice boomed, shaking the trees and making Chance squirm in her grip.

“I'm sorry! I didn't realize it was such a big deal!"

“Then allow me to connect the dots for you," she said, getting closer so her hot, floral breath washes over him. “When you leave your wrappers scented with human food, the animals will try to eat it. Then the bits of human food on the wrappers gets taken to dens and food stores all across the forest. Then it spoils and spreads rot to the food surrounding it so that when winter comes, these animals will not have any food to eat."

The words hammered into Chance's skull, and he looked down, finally understanding the consequences of his actions. “I- I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry! I didn't know!"

“You should have listened to your friend," she said before opening her mouth wide. She let out another breath, washing hot, humid air over him as she slowly pulled him closer.

Chance screamed and tried to wriggle away before realizing he was nearly twenty feet up. He looked into that looming maw and yelled for George, “Help me, George!"

“I'm sorry, Naxiralrezza, please spare him!" George pleaded with her, kneeling and begging, “I promise this won't happen again."

“I know this won't happen again, human," she said before laying Chance on her outstretched tongue and pulling him into her dark maw. She closed her eyes, enjoying the flavors and the struggles. She uses her tongue to wrap around him and taste him thoroughly.

Chance was not having quite a nice time as he tried to evade her strong tongue as it slurped around him. He tried fighting it, but he very quickly tired and slowed down after only a few minutes. He then felt an overwhelming peace flow over him. That tongue started to feel really good and the dark humid prison he was in started feeling more like a sauna, something to relax in and enjoy. He sighed; the knowledge of his impending demise felt more like a blanket he could wrap himself in.

Naxiralrezza gave a soft, approving murr as she felt him relax. It was always nice when prey surrendered to her mouth. She then looked at George who was standing there, eyes tearing up as he stared at her maw. She gently pet his head and pulled him towards her. She stayed silent as she suckled on Chance and used hand movements to coax George between her legs where he saw her soft, fuzzy slit.

George looked up at her again and understood the assignment immediately. He walked forward and used his hands to stroke her thighs. He reveled in their softness and the warmth he was approaching. As he approached her slit, he knelt and leaned in to give it a few sniffs. It smelled floral and sweet as her arousal grew with his closeness. He smiled and leaned in, massaging those lips with his hands and spreading them. One more sniff and he was in, licking the soft, pillowy folds. He kissed and licked every inch he could reach and the surprised moans above him signaled to his brain he was on the right track.

Naxi felt a wave of euphoria and stopped suckling around Chance for a moment. This was totally unexpected, and she was loving it. She leaned back a bit and started suckling again, spreading her legs farther and letting George do whatever he wanted. But one particularly deep lick from George caused her to yelp suddenly in delight. And before she could stop herself, she swallowed.

Chance was surprised as well. He was thoroughly enjoying the licks and slurping within Naxi's mouth until everything shifted. He was pulled into the tight, peristaltic embrace of her throat. The muscles hugged around him, causing him to moan out. As scary as it should have been, he was loving it. It felt like a full body hug all the way down until he met the hard sphincter separating him from her stomach. The hug got tighter. The circular muscle forms around him and he falls, splashing down into a pool of fluid.

Naxiralrezza was too late to stop it, and to her it was no big deal. She was going to swallow him soon anyway, but she was bummed she didn't get to fully enjoy him. She put a hand on her belly and lovingly rubbed it as she continued to enjoy George's ministrations.

George was unaware though. He was devoted to his task and going as deep as he could into her soft, gently contracting folds. He let out moans as he enjoyed the all-encompassing warmth surrounding him. The continued sounds of satisfaction from his new goddess only made him want to go deeper. As he pushed in past his thighs, he felt everything clench tightly around him and a wave of sweet-smelling fluid rushed past him and spewed him out. He opened his eyes and smiled at the sight of Naxi panting and moaning as she rubbed her belly.

In her stomach, though, things were getting grim for Chance. As he lay, exhausted in the pool, he felt his skin start to tingle. The fluids rose around him, soaking his clothes as the walls of his prison started to move and churn. The walls hugged around him, massaging the acids into his skin and periodically bringing his head under the surface. He knew he was small prey to her, and he had no way of escaping, so he just continued to relax. Even as his skin started to soften, he didn't move much on his own. The tingling actually felt lovely, a far cry from the burning acid he was expecting. A moment later, he noticed his legs melting away underneath him, mixing with the fluids. Then his vision began to grow dim, then darkened completely. He drifted off into a peaceful sleep, slowly melting away, nourishing the goddess he had disrespected. It felt right.