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Written by: Screpter

Date: 04/11/2025

Content Warning : vore (oral), willing prey, endo, paralytic venom

Srevita’s elongated, ten-meter-long body slithered with a soft scraping sound between the trees, approaching the edge of the forest she lived in. Most of her species preferred to live in the wilderness, rather than in the cities that others seemed to like so much, but she did know of a few who moved there. Most others are only willing to move into smaller villages at best - it was calmer, and most of those didn’t have the hard concrete streets that would abrade their scales.

Her tongue flickered out, tasting the air around her while her seven-meter-long stomach rumbled with unmistakable, painful hunger. Once again, she cursed herself for waiting so long to hunt, but she was so close to finishing the last two books of the seven-book series that she couldn’t help herself. By now, most of her usual prey had returned to their nesting place or were herded away, which meant she would have to travel deeper into the forest. But that required time, and most importantly, sustenance.

Or, at least, a temporary one.

The next flick of her tongue brought the familiar scent of her favourite prey so far. She stretched her four arms as she increased speed, soon already seeing the end of the forest, and noticing the familiar black, brown, and white colored fur of her friend. He already noticed her, yet she still caught him off guard when her form practically broke out from between the trees, raising her upper body a good meter above him. While she didn’t intend to, a hungry, threatening hiss still escaped from her as she coiled her tail in a loose circle around him.

Troven, the wolf, took a few steps back, almost losing his balance and falling back onto his haunches, but managed to regain it just in time. He chuffed, shaking himself as his eyes traveled up her body, glazing over the fat sacks on her chest - bipedals like him called them breasts, if she remembered correctly -, until his gaze met hers, squinting due to the dying sunrays of the setting sun behind her, that was further filtered by the trees.

His stance didn’t show it, but even from this small distance, she could sense the changes within him - his heart beat strong and fast, breathing slow, but deep, probably holding it back to not show anything. She must have given him quite a scare. Yet, he remained silent.

Remembering what he taught her years ago about etiquette, she slowly lowered herself back down, the circle of her body loosening further around him, until their heads were mostly at the same height. She moved closer and took each of his hands in hers, his two buried between her four.

“Troven, thank you for coming at sssuch short notice…” He greeted him, her eyes analysing his face. The slight rise of the corner of his mouth, the flicker of his right ear, his pupils expanding as they adjusted to the shade once again. Behind him, she could sense his tail wagging slowly.

“You know I couldn’t ignore a call from my best friend. Sorry for not coming much this month to visit you, Srevita. I had a bit of a rough month. What did you need help with?” Her upper body lowered further, the end of her tail shaking with silent excitement that she tried her best to hide from him when he stepped closer. Her tongue flickered out, just barely missing his snout by a few centimeters. He smelled of pinecones and eucalyptus, a rather enjoyable mix of smells. This meant he already washed up when she called him.

“I… have forgotten to go hunting. My gut aches, and I need to fill it.” She explained, not missing the glint of recognition in his eyes. Part of her feared he would reject it, but she would have understood it - with his fur, washing up was a nightmare, especially when he needed to clean out the fluids of her stomach.

“I see. Were you thinking all the way, or just a temporary filling?” The casualness with which the question was asked should have surprised her, but she had to realise this wasn’t exactly a one-of-a-time thing for him by now. What did surprise her, however, was the lack of hesitancy in him, the willingness to mess up his recently cleaned, dense fur, just to help her out with an inconvenience like this.

Her top pair of hands moved up to his shoulders, her right moving higher to rest on the side of his head. He didn’t seem to mind it at all, or was just already too used to her touchiness to care. Whichever it was, it lit a fire within her that had been smoldering for a while now. He was so welcoming, always willing to learn something new about her species, and just as eager to teach her about their own. Her species generally kept to themselves, with only a few willing to mingle with others, and even fewer willing to share much about themselves, let alone their species.

But she had no such problems with Troven.

“Srevita?” The questioning tone brought her out of her musing, and she realised she had been staring at him for a few minutes. A soft, hissing chuckle came from her as she played with the fur on his shoulder, shaking her head.

“Sssorry, I was just thinking. I would only have you temporarily, until I can find a game that would sate me for days. A couple of hours at best, the entire night at worssst.” She answered, her body coiling closer while she awaited his answer. Her head tilted to the side slightly, and she watched with amusement as his tilted too, probably not even realising it.

“Well, I can’t just say no to such an offer now, can I?” Her lips opened to deny it - of course, he could say no! She wouldn’t ever want to force him into something he didn’t want - when he chuckled, his own clawed hand moving to cup her cheek. He was so much smaller…

“It wasn’t a serious question.” Oh, right… Must have been a rhetorical question. “I would be happy to spend even the entire night with you. There’s hardly any better place where someone like me could get so much good sleep than in your stomach.” He chuckled again, stepping closer - or was she the one who pulled him closer?

“It’s not sssafe.” She hissed, her head moving closer. “You would choke. Or I could forget, and digest you.”

“It’s safe enough to spend a good ten hours in there with your venom.” He countered, flashing a toothy smile at her. “I have no idea how you do it, but I barely need any oxygen inside you, with how your venom slows down everything. I still think your species, or at least one of your ancestors, must have gotten modified years ago to change you like this.” His explanation was sound, but as always, she couldn’t really believe it. A majority of her species were untrusting of those who lived outside of forests - the reason, however, remained a mystery even for her. Perhaps he had some truth to his words.

Another pang of pain shot through her body, the walls of her stomach grinding against each other in protest over having not yet been filled. He must have noticed, as he stepped closer - their bodies almost touching by now - and nuzzled against the side of her face. The gesture, while alien to her kind, was something she cherished just as much as she did their friendship. The fire within her flared up again, threatening to burn her to a crisp as her own heartbeat seemed to increase.

“Whatever the case is, I think you should get to filling that emptiness in there.” His voice was closer to a whisper now, his hand sliding down to her neck, before she took it, gently guiding it back to his side. She released his hands and began to coil around him. It barely took three coils to wrap around most of his body, her thick coils flexing with hidden muscles, earning a surprised gasp from him as she squeezed the air from his lungs. The satisfaction on her face was evident as her coils creaked, squeezing him for a couple more seconds to satisfy her instincts, before she loosened it, allowing him to breathe again.

“W-woah…” Troven panted, an excited laugh breaking up from his throat, while she felt his heart beat even faster. That was good; her venom would spread faster. “Someone is excited.”

“More like eager to have a morsssel like you.” She hissed as she leaned closer. “Are you ready?” She questioned as she placed a hand on the left side of his head, taking a gentle grip on it, and tilting it to the side.

“...yes, I am.” As soon as he replied, her mouth opened, her venom fangs folding out, before she bit down on his right, where the neck met the shoulders. A hiss of pain escaped him when she did so, but she knew it would soon become a dull ache as her venom glands were squeezed, pushing her venom into his system.

When she was sure he had gotten enough, she carefully pulled back, her tongue flicking out to lick across the two punctures on his skin. The metallic tang of his skin made her stomach twist again in hunger as she pulled back to watch him.

“Ouch…” He muttered while carefully rolling his neck, jolting slightly. She rubbed her hand over the other side of his neck soothingly. She hated to cause pain for him, but it was necessary - it was the only efficient way to get her venom into his system fast enough.

She continued to rub his neck as she watched his expression slowly change over the next two minutes - his eyelids lowered, his ears weakly flopping around as his head wobbled slightly, quickly becoming dazed. Now that he was entirely in her hold, she leaned closer to his ear, her hand shaking slightly as she did what her heart told her to. What she wouldn’t have thought she would do.

“I love you.” She whispered, her hand sliding up to cup his head once again. His body flexed for a moment before it went rigid again, his head lolling towards hers as she pulled back. Under his lowering eyelids, she could see the dazed surprise and wonder in his eyes, his lips parting open.

“W-wha-” His voice slurred, but she didn’t wait for him to try and say anything. With a hand, she held his muzzle closed as she unhinged her jaws, stretching it out and guiding his head inside. The end of her tail shook with delight as soon as she tasted him, his head fitting comfortably between her jaws, while her tongue lapped with wild abandon.

She loosened her coil around his arms and chest, pushing him deeper with a swallow - she could barely hold herself back from shaking with glee, her body knowing sustenance was on its way to where it belonged. Her jaws stretched ever so slightly, but not as much as her throat, as his shoulders were pushed down.

She had to keep herself from squeezing his body as he squirmed slightly - the weak fight of a - willing - prey sent a command deep into her brain, her instincts demanding she squeeze the life out of him. But she didn’t allow that.

Meanwhile, her tongue continued its lapping over his body, his dense fur making it harder to coat him in her saliva evenly, which made his was down a bit harder. But it didn’t matter to her. Her throat squeezed wetly around him, his body slowly disappearing into hers as her second coil loosened around him.

She allowed herself a hum of satisfaction as his chest, then his abdomen, followed his shoulders into her throat, his body creating a clear bulge along her front as she let go of his legs. She no longer needed her coils from this point, as her upper body rose high up towards the sky, using gravity to aid her muscles in pulling him deeper.

Her four hands practically moved on their own, the lower pair feeling up the bulge his head and shoulders made in the lower part of her upper body, following it downwards, while the upper pair felt up the stretch of her throat, pressing against his legs that filled it up. Soon, her lips began to close in on the other, and her jaw moved back to its appropriate place as her maw closed, sealing Troven inside.

As he moved down her body, she could finally angle her head downwards, her hands following his way down as long as they could, until his body was passed down to her tail. The bulge he made was less prominent, but it was still clearly visible that someone was inside her. Her hungry gaze continued to follow the bulge as her muscles squeezed around his body, sending him deeper into her stomach.

“Alwaysss ssso filling~” She whispered, slowly squirming with glee as she slithered around in a circle, feeling the way his body bent and moved with her own. “You belong to me. You belong with me.” She moved to the bulge on her tail, placing her hand on it, and slowly rubbing it to feel his form inside. “You are mine. And I hope I can be yoursss.” She hissed happily, feeling that her hunger was sated, while the fire inside still burned brightly.

Eventually, she pulled away from the bulge on her body and slithered back into the forest, ready to travel deeper to begin her hunt. The weight inside her was a constant reminder of the life inside, her willing meal, a secret, just to herself.