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"A tight spot"

By Patrick D. Lambert

That was the last thing he expected to find. His friend had been out hunting for hours, and the sun was setting on the horizon. The Otter loved to wander around, yes, but even he knew how dangerous was to stay outside during the night. And so, armed with bow and arrows, the orange Fox left on his search, hoping to find him in the spots he frequented. And he did, but not in the way he expected.

The lake was a mile away from their hut. It was a safe place for them to relax, swim, and even fool around whenever they were in the mood. It was obvious why the Otter lowered his guard there, leaving his spear next to a tree. The Serpent must have caught him while he was swimming, unable to retrieve his weapon in time to defend himself. His size was scary, easily above 60ft. The brown scales were covered in large, darker spots all over his length. It was incredible how a creature of that size could move so swiftly.

When the Fox found them, the Serpent had his friend already in his grasp. The Otter wasn't struggling to get free from him. His attention was entirely focused on the Serpent's face. Both were looking deep into each other's eyes. The Otter had a dumb smile on his face, as he couldn't see the danger ahead of him. He was distracted, too happy staring into the Serpent's eyes.

Hidden behind a tree, the Fox nocked the arrow and prepared to shoot, but his hand trembled. The Serpent was in an open space, but from that angle and distance, the Fox couldn't get a clean shot. If he failed, he could hurt his friend--or worse. He sneaked behind the trees, looking for another firing spot, while the serpent widened his maw to swallow the hopeless Otter, whose expression didn't change even when saliva began to drop on his face.

It didn't matter where he stood, the Fox couldn't find a good spot. His only option was to walk into the glade and risk with a quick shot before the Serpent noticed his presence. But when he gathered the courage to do so, it was too late already. Before his eyes, the Serpent began to swallow his friend. His head disappeared at first, then the rest of his body got sucked in, in a slow and painful to watch manner that froze the Fox in place. The bow and arrow fell from his hands, and he struggled to choose what to do.

"No... please don't..." he muttered at first with tears rolling down his cheeks. Then, full of rage and impotence, the Fox slammed his fist against the ground and screamed from the top of his lungs. "You fucking monster!"

The Serpent heard him. The Fox saw as he turned to face him. The legs and tail hung out of his maw, while the rest of his body was slightly visible under the skin. But what really froze the Fox's blood was the look in his eyes. Blue and yellow swirls suck him in. The Fox stared at them and forgot why he was worried. It lasted an instant, but it felt like an eternity. The Fox shook his head and ran away from there, leaving the Serpent to devour what was left of his friend.

He ran as fast as he could. The only thought in his mind was to put as much distance as possible between him and the Serpent. And only when his legs couldn't run anymore, the Fox stopped to rest against a tree and recover his breath. Each breath felt like fire in his throat. His legs were pierced by invisible needles. And now the guilt for leaving his friend behind was crawling up his back. The Fox sat on the ground and cried, knowing there was nothing he could do to make up for his cowardice.

"How could I...?" He mumbled. "I'm so sorry..."

"Don't be. You'll meet him very sssssoon," a voice said above him.

By the time the Fox looked up, it was too late.

Something was going on. But he didn't know what. The Otter's memories were fuzzy. One moment he was taking a bath. Then he blinked, and now he was inside a dark, narrow, and wet tunnel. And he was slowly sliding down. He couldn't move. Walls of flesh surrounded him, squeezing his small body. For a moment, he tried to figure it what was going on. Then the walls squeezed a little more, and he stopped thinking about it.

Someone screamed outside. It was a familiar voice. But the Otter couldn't remember to whom it belonged. Maybe a canine. An orange creature. But the details were fuzzy. And he stopped thinking about it when the walls squeezed more and more.

He couldn't see anything inside. He tried to feel the walls. Wet. Soft. Warm. And they moved around him. The Otter felt the walls pulsing and pushing him down. To where? He didn't know. But something inside his head told him not to worry about it, and to focus on the walls instead. The squishy walls hugged him. And so did he. The Otter rubbed himself as much as he could against the walls. And got himself covered in a thick and stinky substance. And it all made him feel so relaxed.

He curled up his toes as he descended more and more. And it was shameful to admit how much he was enjoying it. The walls squeezed him hard--not enough to hurt him but to make him feel subdued. It was strangely comforting. The Otter felt as if that tunnel had been made for him. To embrace him. To keep him safe. And that made him feel so... excited.

It was shameful to admit it, but he loved being there. He felt his chest burning and a tingle in his crotch growing as he continued going down. And the walls closed more around him. Squeezing him. Rubbing him. Pleasing him. And he felt so excited because of it. He rubbed himself more as he went down. And he moaned with pleasure. He couldn't think of a single moment in his life during which he felt the same pleasure that he was feeling there. Trapped. Subdued. Devoured. And the Otter loved it.

The walls closed more around him, and the small Otter continued moaning as he descended.

The Fox jumped away but that didn't work. The massive Serpent caught with him in a blink, and his slick body rolled up around the Fox, leaving only his arms out. Without any effort, the Serpent climbed up the tree, moving with a swiftness that felt unnatural for a creature of his size. He moved from branch to branch, carrying with him the terrified Fox, who used his claws in a desperate struggle to hurt the Serpent enough to get free--he couldn't care less about the fall, as that sound like a better end than being swallowed.

The quick journey left the Fox dizzy and disoriented. The Serpent took several turns on his way up. By the time he stopped and the Fox could open his eyes, he had reached the treetops and was now facing the setting sun. Part of the Serpent's body rested over a thick branch, curled up around him. The rest of his body appeared and disappeared among the leaves and branches above him.

The Fox held both hands before him to cover his eyes from the sun and to massage his temple in an attempt to calm down his dizziness. Right then, the tail of the Serpent appeared and held his hands together, lifting them in the air to immobilize the Fox completely. He did one last desperate attempt to fight back, but he lacked the strength to do so. And the more he struggle, the strong the Serpent's grip got.

"Don't wasssste your energy."

The Serpent's head appeared from below to face him. As the Moon during an eclipse, his head covered the Sun completely, creating a halo around him that gave a touch of mysticism to his appearance. The Fox gasped at his presence and looked away.

"You look tired. There wasss no reassson to run," the Serpent called him. The Fox felt his viperine tongue against his cheek. "I'm not gonna hurt you."

"Liar!" The Fox yelled and looked in the opposite direction. He continued his struggle.

In response, the Serpent tightened the grip around him. The Fox saw his body moving as it squeezed him. The grip around his wrists did the same, and it didn't stop until it put an end to his struggle.

"Now, that isss not how you ssshould behave."

Exhausted, the Fox tried to recover his breath. The Serpent didn't hurt him, but the strength in his grip said he had no way to get out of there. It acted as a reminder of who was in charge. His only option was to evade the Serpent's stare, as something within him said those eyes were dangerous.

The body, still twisting around the Fox's legs, pulled down the loincloth covering his sheat. Despite how mundane it might look, the Fox felt embarrassed for being exposed that way. His cheeks burnt under the orange fur, and the Serpent recognized the change in his expression. Of course he wouldn't doubt using a dirty trick like that one to get what he was looking for.

The Fox yipped when he felt the soft skin of the Serpent touching his balls as it slowly twisted around him. The creature did the same with his ass, giving it a massage that made the Fox feel humiliated. He looked down and moved his hips in an attempt to get the body away from that sensitive part. When he failed, the offended Fox put his fears aside and faced the dirty Serpent.

"You bastard!" He spat at his face.

The Serpent closed his eyes briefly. He then looked back at the Fox with a silly expression. Without stopping the massage at his sensitive parts, the Serpent hissed and his head wobbled slowly.

"What a lovely body you have, little Foxxx. I can sssee why your Otter friend likesss it ssso much."

"Fucking pervert..." the Fox grunted.

For a creature with no hands, the way his body twisted and squeezed around him felt like an unwanted grope. A deep growl came from his throat. He couldn't stand being abused like that by that monster. But with no strength left in his body, there wasn't much he could do but wait for an opening. A good headbutt could be enough. All he needed was for the Serpent to approach.

"A lovely assss... a nissse sssheat... I bet you tassste delisssiousss."

And then his eyes changed. A yellow iris and a blue pupil. When the Serpent blinked, the pupil started to grow until it turned into the iris, and in the middle, a yellow pupil appeared. Another blink and the cycle repeated. The Fox saw as the colors changed between yellow and blue, blue and yellow, and each cycle it was faster.

He didn't like it. He didn't like it at all. But he couldn't look away either. Because those eyes were beautiful. And the Serpent continued looking at him, hissing and smiling, with a halo of light around his head. And it was beautiful. And it was dangerous. The Fox knew he shouldn't look at it. But he couldn't look away.

The Serpent continued with his inappropriate touch. He made sure to pull his limbs not too hard, but enough to keep him in place. His prey continued struggling, just like the one sliding into his belly, but it was an unconscious reaction to their bindings, and not an actual desire to escape. That was no longer an option for any of them.

"You wouldn't mind if we fool around, would you?" The Serpent hissed, getting his face closer to the Fox's.

He was in range. A good headbutt would put him out of commission. All the Fox had to do was move his head. But even when he knew that was his only chance, his body refused to move. Not only the snake had his arms and legs immobilized, but he had also set an invisible grip around his mind, one strong enough to disconnect it from the rest of his body. The Fox felt it as he continued looking into those big and beautiful eyes.

"S-stop... please..." the Fox begged.

"I could tassste down below firssst. Your big, sssweaty ballsss..." he continued. When he hissed, his viperine tongue reached the Fox's nose.

No. He didn't want the Serpent to do that. The Fox whined and struggle. But nothing happened. His body wouldn't move. It refused to obey. It was under the Serpent's control.

"Or put my tongue inssside you..."

"Let me go... please..." the Fox begged away with tears in his eyes.

"You might like how flexible a ssserpent can be."

He couldn't look away. He lost himself in those big, dumb, beautiful eyes. He felt vulnerable. Abused. Desired. Happy. His eyes began to change too, mimicking the same blue and yellow pattern from the Serpent's. That was wrong. He knew it was. So why was he enjoying it so much? He was at the Serpent's control and he loved it. That binding around his mind squeezed more and more until his inhibitions disappeared. What was left was a fox who could no longer see the danger in the situation. A fox that enjoyed being under the Serpent's control.

The Serpent squeezed him again, and the Fox moaned. A dumb smile appeared on his face after that. Why was he there? Who was that serpent? Why was he scared? Who was he? His mind cleared of any thoughts, turning into a white, empty space. And he didn't know why but he felt so safe in the Serpent's grip. He wanted to stay with him.

"Do you like thisss?" The Serpent asked.

The Fox replied with a nod. And the Serpent nodded too, more energetically than the Fox. And they both shared the same dumb, happy smile.

"Would you like to be in a happy space?" The Serpent asked.

And the Fox replied with a nod.

The Serpent's maw widened and descended upon him. That looked familiar. He could remember something similar happening to an Otter. But where? And why? It didn't matter. The Otter looked happy, and so was he. And the Serpent promised to put him in a happy place. And those beautiful eyes wouldn't lie to him.

Saliva fell on the Fox's face as he stared into the beast's maw. For some reason, he had a hunch that space would be even tighter. And he couldn't wait to be inside.

The Serpent closed around the Fox's head. And his prey moaned in delight when he began to swallow him, glad to see he was right...

... that was a tight descent.