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Role Reversal

A.K.A. Uvuzi meets Strega

By Strega

Uvuzi the skunkette lamia was brushing her tail when she met the weaseless. Afterward, if you asked, she'd deny ever seeing the big, black and white six-legged creature -- and not for the usual reason. She often denied meeting people, because unless you are talking to just the right sort of folks, admitting that you ate the person they were looking for was not a good idea. In this case, though, she genuinely didn't remember, which is curious given how eventful the encounter wasfor everyone involved.

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A rustling in the bushes warned her that someone, probably a fairly sizable someone was approaching. A stalking predator probably wouldn't make this much noise, but she slithered behind a tree just the same. As it happened she was rather peckish, and something like a large deer (for there were too many footfalls for it to be a biped, and she didn't hear any conversation) would bulge her out in all the right places.

Uvuzi froze as a black and white muzzle poked out of the bushes. A giant badger! (Or, she remembered that people called them dire badgers now. Whichever.) The tiger-sized beast stepped into the clearing, and she saw that she was wrong. It wasn't a badger. It resembled more than anything else a very large, six legged ferret, or maybe a stretched wolverine with an extra set of legs in the middle. The short, but long-furred tail resembled the latter, while the coloring - black with whorls and patches of white - were more like her original idea, a badger.

In any case it would make a very fine meal if she could wrap it up without meeting the business end of all those claws and teeth. She preferred humanoids, as they were easier to seduce or trick, but she and her sister had proven that even animals could be tempted close. Failing that, she could surprise it, wrap it up and get her jaws around the ferrety muzzle. She'd swallowed an otter almost as large once; big as the thing was, perhaps three quarters her mass, weaselly creatures were admirably shaped to fit down her throat if she could get the drop on them.

Then it looked across the clearing and right into her eyes. Startled, she still didn't flinch, for it might be glancing her direction by chance and she was peering through a narrow gap in the bushes. Hopefully it didn't see her.

Hopes were dashed. "Good morning," the ferrety thing hissed as it stretched out on the dirt. "You forgot your brush."

Curses! She had indeed, and it was within a yard of the thing. Without showing any more of herself than her hand she gestured for the brush. "Could you throw it here, please?"

But the ferrety thing shook its head. "You can come get it yourself. I won't hurt you. I got a good look at you before you hid and you don't look like something I want to eat."

'The feeling is not mutual,' Uvuzi thought, and hesitated. Her belly rumbled at the sight of the thing, but it was a large and dangerous looking creature. When it spoke an intimidating array of pointed teeth showed, and it had half again as many claws as a quadruped, all mounted on big paws at the end of short, strong legs. If things went wrong she could get badly mauled or even killed.

But...it did speak, and now she saw the lines in its long fur that indicated it wore some sort of harness. It was intelligent and civilized, odd though it looked, and talking intelligent creatures into letting her get close was how she got most of her meals.

"Okay," she said with a practiced smile, and slithered out from behind the bushes. Its point of view was close to the ground, and by using the simple trick of slithering directly toward its head and keeping her snakey lower half in as straight a line as possible she tried to make herself look smaller. Hopefully it didn't get as good a look at it as she claimed. She could have cast a small illusion to look smaller too, but it might hear the spellcasting and become distrustful. Trust was how she planned to convert a nine foot (plus tail) weasel thing into a nine foot long bulge, so that would be bad.

"What an interesting creature you are," the thing hissed, and lifted its head to get a better look. Just as it was, to her eyes, an unknown species, so she must be to its own. From the hips up she was a svelte skunk woman, sky-blue fur broken by areas of white on her chops, throat, bosom and sex. Below her sex was a thick, muscular furry-snake body over three feet around at its broadest. A waterfall of wavy white hair framed her face, and from beneath it emerged double white stripes that ran down both halves or her body to a fluffy skunk-tail. Stretched out she was twenty-one feet long, or a few feet more if you counted the long tail fur, but she tried to make herself as small and unimposing as possible. If it concentrated on her upper body it might not realize she had enough snake body to go around it several times.

"Hi there," she said, and picked up her fur brush. There was a loop to hold it hidden in her tail fur, but she gave herself a few quick brushes to make it look as though she was nervous. "You startled me, and the wilderness isn't the safest place, so I hid. Plus, you are a bit scary looking."

"Mmm," it said, and flicked long, white whiskers. It had solid black eyes, like an animal, and its expression was hard to read. "My name is Strega. Since you're blue, skunk-snakey and have boobs, you must be Uvuzi. Your sister is less anthropomorphic."

Uvuzi pulled back a bit, startled. "You know me?" "Certainly," it hissed through pointed teeth, but a flick of its whiskers and the tilt of an ear somehow conveyed amusement. "I know a lot of people. A lot of people know me, too. In certain quarters I am quite well known."

It was Uvuzi's turn to smile, but not because she was amused. No, it was because this 'Strega' had let her get quite close. She slithered closer still, sliding her snakey body along the length of the slinky weaseless. That took about half her snake-length, the rest forming a tight series of turns on the side away from her prey. These she would tense like a spring, and if all went well they would thrust her sideways suddenly, rolling her coil up over Strega, starting the process of constricting what she hoped would be a fine and filling meal. That she was talking to her next meal did not strike her as strange. She talked to most of them, before the end.

"Well, you may be famous, but I've never heard of you. Or seen anything like you. Do you live in Monstertown?" Technically the mountain city was called Greyston, after its ruler Duke Gray, but any city with districts like Kobold Alley, Goblintowne and Dragon Court, all populated by the races they were named after, would end up being called Monstertown.

"I lived there for a few months," Strega said, and stroked Uvuzi's double stripes with a big, pink-padded paw. Her claws didn't look very sharp, which was good. Oddly enough she had six toes on each paw, four central ones with claws and a toe on each side with no claw. "I worked for someone you may call The Maker. Nice man, but odd habits."

"Ah, the Maker. Everyone's heard of him." It explained a lot, really. The Maker had created at least three thinking races - anthropomorphic foxes, raccoons and wolverines - plus who knew how many other creatures. Odds were this 'Strega' was another escaped experiment, and as someone who had eaten members of each of the wizard's pet races it would be just fine to have the weaseless follow her somewhat-relatives.

"Yes, very odd habits. For example, he's a bit of a vorarephile. That means he likes to watch--" but Uvuzi was done listening. She interrupted the weaseless mid-sentence with a powerful shove of her thickest coil. The black and white creature went over on its side with a startled hiss, and before it recovered Uvuzi got three full loops of her snakey body around its length. One wrapped around its hind legs, one went between the back and middle set, and one between the middle and front legs. The positioning was just ideal, more luck than skill really, for with the shortness of the thing's legs it should hardly be able to claw her at all.

"...people being swallowed whole," Strega finished in a strangled tone, for Uvuzi was squeezing with all of her impressive snakey strength. A paw or three flapped, claws raking futilely (though not painlessly) across the skunkette lamia's tough hide.

"How appropriate," Uvuzi purred as she slipped her upper body -- previously kept back out of reach -- around toward the weaseless' head. That pointed muzzle would fit into hers just fine, she though, and it was all downhill from there.

"That's quite a grip you have there," the weaseless said. She wriggled, but all she managed to do was make Uvuzi's snake half move with her. With a coil around her neck she couldn't even open her jaws very far. Bit by bit Uvuzi clamped down even harder. She preferred her prey alive, but a large and dangerous creature like this she might squeeze to death first. Fur ruffled behind Strega's forelegs as she sucked in air through what must be oddly mounted additional nostrils, and her nose flared as she breathed in the typical way. With her coils fully in place Uvuzi finally applied enough pressure to stop even that, but still the weaseless did not succumb.

"I don't actually need to breathe, you know," whispered the black and white beast. "Not for quite some time. Sooner or later you will get tired. So you might as well just let go."

"If I can't squeeze you to death," Uvuzi pondered, her narrow muzzle now quite close to the weaseless' much bigger one, "I will have to think of something else to do with you."

And with that she yawned. Strega watched, her expression at first amused and then worried, as the skunkette's jaws slid around her muzzle. "You can't possibly think you can--" she hissed, and after that her voice was too muffled to understand. Four sets of sharp, inward hooking teeth in Uvuzi's upper jaws and two more in her lower sank into thick musteline hide, and on one side and then the other the lamia's jaws inched forward. Complex musculature allowed Uvuzi's jaws to practically fall apart, distending into four separate arms each armed with those sharp snake teeth. Each segment could push forward, dig in its teeth, and then hold as another repeated the process. It was a mechanism for swallowing large prey whole, and Uvuzi had swallowed bigger things than Strega before. Already the weaseless' muzzle was bulging out from beneath her breasts, with the whole wedge-shaped ferret head sliding into her gullet as she more pulled herself over her prey than swallowed.

It was a long, difficult meal. The lack of air did weaken the weaseless, but even so her struggles almost pulled her out of Uvuzi's gullet on several occasions. Each time the lamia's powerful coils held her still and dozens of sharp recurved teeth sank in, eventually frustrating the escape attempt. Then the lamia's jaws would inch forward once more, eventually reaching and surpassing her previous mark. Bit by bit the black and white fur of the weaseless was covered by the blue and white of the skunkette lamia, the vast bulge moving gradually through the drum-tight fur of Uvuzi's humanoid torso and into the more accommodating snakey parts.. First Strega's forelegs, then her midlegs, and finally her haunches were overtaken and consumed.

It was almost two hours between the time Uvuzi took in Strega's nose to the point when the pink-padded hindpaws and short tail disappeared into her gullet. Uvuzi formed an ess in her neck and upper body and pushed it downward, helping ease the heavy, but streamlined weaseless the rest of the way into her stomach, belched mightily, and was finally able to relax. Her meal was still struggling, but wrapped in stretched lamia muscle and pelt from nose to toetips Strega couldn't get any leverage. It was just a matter of time now.

"You may be 'well-known'," the lamia said as she admired the lengthy, twitching swelling in her midsection. Strega was almost half as long as her snake body and it was a really impressive bulge, stretching her stomach to half again its usual length but not straining its maximum girth. "But I think you won't be any harder to digest than the last famous person I ate." And with that she settled down to sleep off her meal.

As a half-skunk her metabolism was much quicker than a true snake's, and her digestion correspondingly faster. In a few days she would expel an enormous bowel movement of converted weaseless. She might also have to cough up a ball of stubbornly indigestible fur, depending on how well the hairs mixed with the less enzyme resistant material. In less than a week Strega simply wouldn't exist any more, the legacy of the weaseless reduced to fertilizer and fat padding Uvuzi's serpentine frame.

Or that was the plan. Stretched out lethargically, drifting off to sleep, Uvuzi's eyes abruptly popped back open. A peculiar stirring in her swollen midsection like nothing she'd ever felt before woke her. She turned to look at the bulge -- why was it so hard to move? -- and it was gone! Her body was back to its usual cylindrical shape with no sign of her meal. There were a few creaks and pops as her long snakey ribcage shrank back to its usual diameter, but for all that it was as if she'd never eaten.

"You are good at what you do," came a hissing voice. Strega's voice. It took all of Uvuzi's strength to turn her head and see the dripping-wet weaseless, fur slicked down with the mucus that had lubricated her for swallowing, standing by her tail. "But I don't care to be food, thank you."

Alarmed, Uvuzi marshaled her coils for defense...or tried to. She was barely able to shift herself, and it took all the strength in her arms just to raise her humanoid half from the ground. "What...what did you do?"

"I walked out of your stomach. Magic, you'd call it, though I call it something else. But you mean your current state, of course! It's just a weakening drug. I released it to be absorbed by your stomach walls as you stretched out to digest me. Then I left before things got too sticky."

The weaseless smiled a fanged grin, her whiskers stuck together with gullet mucus. "It will wear off in half an hour or so. Of course by that time..." she continued, and scooped up Uvuzi's fluffy skunktail with a forepaw, "We'll know how hard you are to digest." With that she stuffed the tail into her maw.

"Wait," said the skunkette, but that was something the weaseless wasn't about to do. While Uvuzi could barely move she still felt everything, which included the undulations of Strega's throat muscles as she swallowed the tail. Several feet of cylindrical snake body followed it in, and the weaseless paced forward, head twisting from side to side in her own imitation of a snake as she devoured Uvuzi tailfirst. Already Uvuzi's vent and her stink-spray glands were gone down that gullet, before she even thought to use them.

"But, but," Uvuzi said, trying to think of something to say or do that would keep her from becoming fertilizer and coughed-up hairball. "You can't eat me! I'm famous, too!"

"Mm-hmm," mumbled the weaseless as she worked her jaws up the length of Uvuzi's coils. Not five minutes before she had been inside those coils, stretched out in Uvuzi's stomach. Never in her life had the lamia had a meal come back on her like this. There had been extraordinarily difficult meals, strong or massive prey that took literally hours to swallow. There had been the red dragon, who could have killed her even after she swallowed it. It had taken days just to digest enough of that scaly for her fit the last inches of its tail into her jaws. But however difficult the meal, every single one had eventually succumbed to her stomach. Her seven hundred pounds of muscle, bone and fur was made of all the creatures she'd even eaten. They existed now just as memories, bits of her body, and of course all the detritus that had become fertilizer and coughed-up indigestibles. Now one of her meals was swallowing her, its own snake-like teeth digging into Uvuzi's pelt just as hers had into its own. Droplets of blood even showed here and there on the black and white pelt where her own fangs had dug in, so it was indisputably the same creature that by all rights should be softening nicely in her stomach right now.

She pushed at the black and white ferrety muzzle as her hips were engulfed. Already the weaseless had swallowed more than her own weight, and quickly too! The slinky hexaped's whole lengthy torso was swollen so tight around her meal that pink skin showed through thin-stretched fur, but still it kept eating. Her breasts disappeared beneath advancing pink lips, and Uvuzi made a last desperate effort to squirm free as the weaseless' swallowing muscles took a tight grip on them. With her hips, the broadest part of her, deep in that slimy chute, Strega had all the grip she needed to finish her off with one last gulp. And that is what the weaseless did. "No!"

It was her final protest, or the last one Strega would hear. The weaseless stretched out her muzzle and swallowed, and Uvuzi screamed as the jaws slipped up and over her shoulders. She grabbed at the lower jaw, wrapping her forearms around it to stop the slide, but she was still too weak. Sharp inward-pointing teeth scraped over her scalp as she felt her hips enter the stomach, and then she was looking out past those fangs as her cheeks slipped into Strega's gullet. The last thing she saw before the jaws closed was her fingers sliding past the big front fangs -- now folded flat to make room for the weaseless' meal -- and along the salivating tongue. Her wavy white hair followed her hands, blocking the light, and then all was dark and wet and slippery.

With a last slide and push by the six-legged creature's throat her upper body joined the rest in Strega's stomach. She felt the enormous bulge she made, not as smooth and streamlined as Strega had made in her own body. Instead she was bunched up in a ball of coils, arms and fur wrapped in the thinly stretched muscle and fur. Air trapped in her fur formed pockets that kept her alive even as the weaseless' digestive juices soaked into the pelt pressed against the stomach walls.

This wasn't supposed to happen to her. She was the one who lived on the bodies of others. Occasionally, very rarely, she ate those big enough to eat her, but they always ended up inside her. Not the other way around! She wasn't supposed to be the meal!

Whatever poison weakened her had finally begun to lose its effect. Too late? No, surely not too late! Uvuzi marshaled her strength and pushed her coils against the stomach walls. Her little claws scraped the wet flesh as she tried to free herself, and she even managed to get her needle fangs into a fold of the stomach wall. It was just a matter of causing enough discomfort that the weaseless retched her up, then they would see who ended up in who!

It was an impressive struggle. It actually caused Strega some pain, right up until the weaseless wrapped all six paws around her distended gut and squeezed. She watched with some amusement as her belly heaved, the imprint of thick coils standing out through the fur as the desperate lamia tried to escape. If she were new at this it probably would have worked; it was, quite frankly, a nauseating experience, and even painful as her displaced organs were squeezed against her ribs and pelvis.

But though she was mostly retired from the eating game, she had a collection of hundreds of carefully cleaned and glass-jarred hairballs from her many meals. It was hardly the first time someone objected to the thought of a trip through her digestive system. Eventually, when she bored of the struggle, she let the great bubble of swallowed air percolate up her gullet. Uvuzi's struggle had gathered most of it in one big mass instead of a hundred little ones, and it left Strega's jaws in a lengthy, satiated belch.

"Mm," the weaseless hissed as the struggle in her belly lost its strength. "Not used to that, are you? You are used to being the one on the outside." She stroked a padded forepaw over the weakly squirming prey in her belly. "It's not always that way. Even I have been eaten, you know. Voluntarily, for the most part, but I too have been a hairball. If it weren't for technology, or what you'd call magic I guess, we would never have met. I'd just be part of someone else's body."

A last, light burp, and the struggle in her middle stilled. "I just wanted to meet you, you know. But you took one look at me and what you wanted was to see was what shape bulge I would make. I can empathize, I really can."

A mental command activated a transmitter implanted in her skull, and that in turn activated a distant teleportation apparatus. The trees and dirt disappeared, replaced by the cool black stone and recessed lighting of her home. All around were souvenirs, trophies one might say: shelves of painstakingly labeled, fur-filled jars. Wall hangings and rugs and plush furniture all crafted of hair from her many meals. Even a massive bean bag made of dragon scales, along with huge, plaque-mounted griffon beaks and mammoth tusks. This was not her only shape, and her much larger 'weaselpede' form had taken meals that dwarfed the lamia.

A brief visit to a shower, multi-nozzled and appropriately shaped for her slinky body, washed the mucus and enzymes from her pelt, and from her nose and lips and pawpads that stung even now. A blast of warm air dried her. Afterward Strega dragged herself into her sleeping basket, gift from a lover and friend. It had room enough for two, but typically, as now, the second occupant was inside the first. The friend who gave it to her had shared it both inside and outside her fur; his name, like many others, was inscribed on one of the hairball jars.

"I could probably still release you. You seem a durable sort, able to survive for a bit with not much air." The padded forepaw stroked her swollen belly again. "But, you know, that isn't my habit. I haven't eaten someone bigger than myself in a very long time, and my stomach will get out of shape if I don't digest an unreasonably large meal from time to time."

"As for you, this need not be the end. Technology, magic, call it what you will, only on the rarest occasion do I not restore someone who has occupied my belly. When I am done digesting you my machines will make a new you, perfect and accurate in every detail." The weaseless curled up to rest, as much as she could with the massive lump in her middle. Normally she slept in a tight ferrety curl, but that was not an option now.

"Well, almost accurate," she said with a yawn. The final joint of her jaws popped back into place, for she too had needed to disjoint them to swallow this large dinner. "I think I will remove a few of your memories. Oh, not very many. Just everything related to meeting me. I could let you remember swallowing me, but you only managed that because I went easy on you. I could have drugged and eaten you at the outset or escaped at a whim. I didn't even use my sharper claws," she hissed, and razor-edged hooks, lined along the cutting edge with metal, emerged from her outer, superficially clawless toes.

"But, and don't tell anyone this," she patted the bulge that marked Uvuzi's head, "Though I am a predator and don't like being eaten, I still fantasize about it. I dream about a powerful and hungry sort victimizing me, making me a meal. That probably seems two faced, but there you go."

She watched sleepily as half a dozen sensor remotes, cameras on wings for all intents and purposes, faded into view and docked themselves into their little wall nodes. She had of course recorded every second of the encounter, from multiple angles, just in case something interesting happened. Several interesting things had, and if her meal would not remember it or enjoy seeing it happen again, she certainly would.

Such a massive meal always made her sleepy, and she settled down to nap with a last pat on Uvuzi's swallowed head. "So you will return to your life not remembering any of this. I rather enjoyed the whole thing, start to finish, but I can't have word getting around. We'll just call it a dream...a good one for me, a bit nightmarish for you."

And with that she hiccuped, curled up as best she could, and went to sleep.