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It was a strange position for the svelte deer to find himself in, but it wasn't unwelcome. The soft hum of mosquitoes filled the air with a song that washed over the boy, leaving him feeling almost serene despite the scene laid out before him. From between the long-grass, parted by his hands, the boy could easily see what was left of a raccoon vanish into the gluttonous maw of a hungry alligator. It was all the deer could do to keep himself from pawing at the thin hard prick jutting up almost proudly from between his thighs. Nude, like the other competitors, the boy's arousal dribbled pre-cum freely as a finger trailed along the warm flesh of his cock while the raccoon, Rin, met his end with a click of the gator's jaws as they closed. The finality of the simple movement overshadowed the anti-climactic end to the preyfur's life.

Dory stared for several more moments as the well-fed predator slithered back into the underbrush of its swampy home to digest its latest meal. Once it was gone, however, the deer finally gathered the senses needed to move as well. He was tall, taller than most of the other boys competing today and while that was an advantage in some loose sense of the word, it also made him a larger target for the predators that stalked the playing field. His fur was short, tan in colour and only the occasional patch of mud or dirt marred the uniform colouring; the tan colour faded only as it reached his legs, mottled white fur peeking from the dirt and muck of the swamp that covered his feet. The swamp was silent once more as the boy began to move, slipping through the underbrush and avoiding the deeper puddles of fetid, stagnant water with the practiced ease of a life-long preyfur eager to avoid the fate of the raccoon.

He could hear movement amidst the branches overhead, the rumbling saunter of something large in the distance and for the briefest second the short cry of... something, the sound cut off abruptly before he could pick out what it was and where it had come from. His ears leaped atop his head, his cock still hard as it bounced before him with each step he took. Though there were no headlights around, the deer froze. No sound followed that first one, though the deer had a good idea that the field of competitors had just shrunk once again. The thought goaded the boy, his delicate fingers thumbing along his shaft once again as clear precum oozed across his fingers.

"I'll never win like this..." he muttered at last, certain that any danger that may have lurked in the area had long since moved on. A small semi-circle of thin trees offered the shelter the boy realized he would need if he were to deal with his problem. The soft rustle of stunted grass followed the boy into the shadowed niche the trees offered him. Though it was a tight squeeze, Dory soon found himself seated comfortably on a warm pad of moss and fallen leaves. Sunlight trickled through the densely packed branches that surrounded him, the light giving way to the dark of the secluded recess and a sense of safety pervading every inch of it. Dory could only lean back in appreciation, letting himself grow comfortable enough to reach down and begin to stroke along his impressive cock. Soft muttered moans followed, pleasure lancing up the young deer's belly and spine as if it were trying to reach his brain and grapple it in its intoxicating embrace. Heavy balls jostled with the increasing speed of the deer's strokes, the small alcove rich with the scent of his arousal.

Body rocking in time with his strokes, the deer paid no mind to the soft rustling of the leaves in the rear area of the niche. He could feel the pleasure coursing through him now, the lovely heat of his own impending climax welling up in his belly and overpowering his instinctive cautiousness. It wasn't until the head of the mighty python, which had slipped from its lair amongst the branches far above the deer's head, reared upwards from amongst the leaves and moss that Dory realized his mistake. A short bleat of surprise escaped the boy's lips, but the small entrance he'd squeezed through to enter the enclosure offered no escape, the snake's body already looped across the opening to prevent his exit.

"Oh come on..." was all the frantic deer could think to say as he began to scramble away from the head moving towards him. The snake was huge, easily larger than even the largest snake the boy had seen before and the look in its eyes was one of hunger. The deer's cock seemed disinterested in the mortal peril its owner now found himself in, the warm flesh throbbing as Dory pressed his back flat against the branches and roots that made up the enclosure. He could feel the coils of the snake slithering against his fur through the small openings in the roots, tightening its hold on the wood and ensuring that it would eat well today. The deer froze as the head drew close, the niche filling with snake-flesh.

When it struck, the deer could only cry out in surprise and horror. The head dashed forward suddenly, coils looping around the deer's throat and upper body as the sheer weight of the predator toppled him onto his back. More coils followed, the slippery smoothness grinding against the captured fur's body as it dragged him deeper into the tightness of its final embrace. He could smell it even as the air was harshly forced from his lungs, a croaking bleat punctuating one of the last breaths the poor boy would draw in. Still his shaft ached for release, poking from between a loop of brown snake and leaking more precum which glistened in the low light still seeping into the recess. Light or not, it was soon blotted out as the snake's jaw slid over Dory's purple-tinged muzzle and cheeks, his own tongue hanging from his maw as the snake's tickled almost playfully across his face. It moved quickly from there, though the deer would have sworn the monstrous snake was toying with him.

More of the boy vanished with each passing minute, his body twisted and shifted by the powerful muscles of the snakes body as it positioned him for its jaws. The deer tried to fight, but he was outmatched and in a poor position to do much but feed the predator. Dory could feel his body breaking in the grip of the snake but still something burned within his belly, a lust saved for only the most carnal and self-destructive desires. He had been raised amongst his own kind and his kind were prey, they always had been. It had not been unusual for one of the deer's friends to simply go 'missing' while he'd been growing up, and it was accepted by his herd that any one of them could have been next; this time it was his turn to disappear though and the thoughts he was thinking contradicted every survival instinct in his lean body. The snake didn't seem to care what the deer thought of his predicament however, and as Dory relished the fulfilment of his role in nature, the snake simply went about acting out his. The tight confines of the python's body pressed against Dory from all sides, his upper body largely devoured and his lower half wriggling helplessly, waiting its turn. The rank stink of the snake's insides assaulted the overtly pleasured cervine and as his body was rolled once more to leave him bellyup the boy got one last glimpse of light filtering down along his body before even that was gone.

It wasn't until the 'lips' of the snake had reached his belly that the deer found himself unable to take the perverse pleasure that roiled throughout his frame. His cock, upthrust almost proudly as it neared the oblivion promised by the snake's encroaching mouth, slapped against his wriggling belly once more before finally spurting. Thick cream arched from the tip, painting his belly with its musky scent one final time. A whispery stream pattered against the snake's head as it continued to swallow the boy inch by inch. He would have cried out if he could, the pressure of the cervine's final climax enough to leave the boy speechless if the snake's stifling innards hadn't already. His balls, tense and tight as they were, jostled with the boy's writhing. His cock was beginning to calm down by the time it was engulfed, a final streak of pearlescent cum filling the snake's mouth before his balls were emptied. Feet twitching weakly the deer simply wheezed in the snake, his air gone and his bones useless after the python's attack. Slowly his feet joined the rest of him inside the python, and the deer was gone.

Darkness came quickly for Dory after that, eliminated from the game, the food chain and well... just about everything as the snake's jaws closed and sealed him away from the outside world. He could faintly feel the contractions of the pythons body as it swallowed him down deeper into its impressive girth, but soon he couldn't even feel that anymore. The snake, for its part, did its best to ease the deer's passing as it began to slither from the small alcove; it kept its body straight, allowing Dory to move quicker, though he had long passed the point of caring.