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Otter the otter was finally here. The Vore House of Klyneth. The only brothel of its kind, specializing in one of those niche interests that was so dangerous it was practically banned. But Otter was curious, and he was very, very interested in what the naga of Klyneth had to offer despite the risks involved in being completely consumed by another. He'd been reading many flyers and brochures explaining how the vore worked, how it was safe, and how it could go wrong, all with the obligatory 'visit at your own risk' warnings, just to make sure he knew what - or who - he was getting into. Lady Leera and Yetzer were the two naga who ran the whole operation, according to the brochure, and he hoped to meet one of them.

He had his reservations, of course, but his fantasies and desires only slightly overcame his worry. It sounded interesting and unique, and he'd fantasized about being swallowed up by a snake or dragon long ago, but didn't have the guts or means to make it a reality, and likely never would have, had he not been passing through and heard about the Vore House of Klyneth.

To be honest, it took him a lot of time at the Klyneth inn before he decided to visit. He spent days looking over the brochure, checking the facts, and reading customer reviews. He even overheard two other patrons talking about their experiences at the pub - a blue dragon and green lizard - who had nothing but good to say about it. Everything sounded safe and secure, every aspect well cared for and properly considered, but something didn't quite feel right. A fantasy was a fantasy, and sometimes it should stay that way. All things considered, it didn't matter how many times he read about the naga's fail-safe rules, it was still an incredibly tight, dangerous, and claustrophobic event! Otter planned on checking the place out and talking to the owners before making a decision on whether he'd be utilizing their services.

The lithe otter stood in front of the massive twin doors at the front of the castle, looking up at the ornate, golden handles and wondered how anyone smaller than a full sized drake could reach them. He'd been walking a long way along the Urto trade route north of Klyneth, and was far away from any water, so he was feeling a little drained. He was an otter, he loved to swim, and felt best sopping wet and cold! His feet were better equipped to slip through a stream or dive to the floor of a lake to get mussels, not walking for an hour on a dry, forest trail. That, and he only wore blue swimming trunks and a pair of red goggles, so it wasn't like he had the armor or protection to save him from the bugs and spiders of the forest. This vore house had better be worth it!

Alas, he was finally here! The brothel wasn't just for Vore, but also an inn for sleeping, so perhaps he'd make a rest stop and negotiate tomorrow night's festivities. Perhaps that was the edge he needed to mull over the options before making a decision.

He finally gained the motivation to go forth, only to find that the massive front doors actually had smaller doors inside them for normal sized critters to squeeze through.

"Okay then." he muttered to himself as he walked on into the main hall of the Vore House, taking a moment to enjoy the environment.

Otter wouldn't have considered himself an expert in fine architecture, but this was certainly one beautifully crafted castle. The walls were adorned with various fabrics denoting snakes, dragons, gryphons, and others all engaged in various heroic feats, and the pillars all had golden snakes wrapped around them, the heads extending out in an arch over the red carpet that went from the massive door to another back door, which presumably lead to a courtyard. The castle's bricks were all multicolored, blending gray, black, white, red, gold, blue, and green in interesting and colorful patterns behind the banners and fabrics.

Off to the left was a massive ornate wooden desk with a wall behind it filled with what looked like postal boxes with numbers, each one with a key in it. Nobody was tending the desk.

"Hello?" Otter called out, voice echoing in the hall.

No answer.

"Hellooooooo!" He shouted again, idly looking around to see if anyone was coming.

After a few moments of awkward silence, Otter's feet grew cold and he felt that it would be better if he left; clearly nobody was here and he wasn't going to be served, so no point in sticking around, making a nuisance of himself. Perhaps, instead, this was the sign from the gods that he'd best not be a patron of this fine establishment.

Just as he turned to walk out, having decided today was not the day, Otter heard the sound of scraping along the carpet at the other end of the room, someone coming from the hallway to the right. "Yes! Yes! Ssssorry!" A voice called out. Otter couldn't see who was speaking at first, but soon saw a relatively small golden-scaled naga emerge from around the corner. It was Yetzer! The male naga that co-owned the Vore House! He was quite small compared to what Otter was expecting, with a sleeked back head and golden brown scales that glimmered and shined in the gentle light that streamed in through the massive diamond shaped window that was refracting light all over the room. "I apologize!"

Otter nodded gently and lowered his gaze. "Uh, hi?"

The snake smiled and extended a hand. "No need to be shy, Name's Yetzer! Vore extraordinaire! How can I help you today?"

"Well, I was thinking, you know, your services?" He was having a hard time putting his thoughts to words for some reason. At that very moment he realized just how weird what he was doing really was. He was here with the sole interest in asking this complete stranger to rent out a room in his belly.

"Well, ssspit it out, mate! No need to be all shy about it, you wouldn't have come if it wasn't for your curiosity, so give my hand a shake and let's head back to my personal room to discuss just what compelled you to come to the Vore House. And you came at the right time, my belly's grumbling and I'm hungry as can be! Hell, if you get to be my meal, I'll even give ya a discount!" Yetzer slithered forward, aggressively pushing his hand forth to invite a shake, body scrunching up behind him in S-shaped, semi-circle coils.

Otter reached out and gave Yetzer's hand a brisk couple shakes, unable to respond to Yetzer's aggressive invitation. "Actually, I was just, I'm not ready yet. Can I just, I dunno, check it out, first?" He turned to get a better look around the cascle, but the snake's tail whipped around to stop him in his tracks, pressing its muscled length across the otter's belly and crotch. Much to his surprise, the scales were warm to the touch - hot even - enough that he could feel its radiance through his shorts.

He stopped and gasped at the feeling, immediately doing another 180 turn in his mind; flesh that hot was just begging to be snuggled into. Just snuggled. That didn't mean he was prepared to be a meal.

"Yeah, didn't think you wanted to leave. Come on, I'm hungry, and I'm sure you'd love the company. Follow me." Yetzer's tail tip snaked up Otter's body to coil around the mammal's wrist, tugging at him and spinning him around as the snake slithered away. "Come on, I need some food in me. I'm so hungry I won't even charge ya for my services. Not like it'll matter anyway, being a snake meal and all, not like you'll need the money once I'm done with you."

Otter stopped immediately, the snake's tail tugging on his wrist only to be yanked off. Did he hear Yetzer right? "Excuse me?" he asked for clarification.

"What? I said money doesn't matter much to me."

"No, you said that I won't need the money if I'm snake food."

Yetzer's tongue flicked intermittently as he stared at the otter. "No. No I didn't say that, I said that I wouldn't need the money as much as I needed to nom. I just need someone in my belly to quell my aching hunger, tide me over till the end of my cycle and I can eat for real. Did you read that part about our cycle in the pamphlet?" He slithered forth and poked at the sheet of folder paper in Otter's paws. "Yep, see, that page right there, digestive cycle."

Otter still didn't move. "Why would you keep me until the end of the cycle?" He peered down and reread the part in the pamphlet to make sure he was reading it right.

"Been a long time since I ate, it's always like this." He darted around behind Otter and pushed him forth, using all the muscles in his lithe body to force him forward. "Come on, you're here to be food, don't you wanna be smothered in moist throat flesh, or whatever. Just get in my belly! Be my bulge!"

Otter's mind wasn't made up at all at this point. He wanted it, he needed that feeling as he'd fantasized about it for years, but Yetzer's comments seemed a little off-putting, a touch shady. Regardless, he'd met a few people in town who had come and gone and said the experience was heavenly, and they were all safe and alive. The Vore House had a good reputation, and the images of a snake closing over his face to smother him in a maw-hug was quite tempting. No. No, it wasn't right. "Y-yetzer, Give me some time to think about it, please! I'm not sure if I am ready..."

The snake ignored him, continuing to push him down the hallway, body whipping around to stop Otter every time he tried to escape the push.

"Yetzer!" Otter cried out, "Stop!"

"What's the matter?" The snake asked, concern in his voice. He darted around to rest in front of Otter, bundled up in a ball as he toyed at his own tail. "I'm sssorry, I just, I'm really hungry! And you jussst look ssso delicious!" He leaned in to nuzzle the otter's neck, flicking tongue against fur.

"I know that, sir, I just, I'm not ready! I'm just, you know, scared. I've never done this before, and I was hoping for some assurance, rather than just, you know..."

Yetzer nodded. "I think I understand. Look, I know it's strange, I'm sure you've got your reservations about the whole thing, we get that a lot. But look at it this way, do you really think the Guard would let us stay in business if we were doing terrible things for our clientele?"

"I suppose not." Otter agreed, biting his lip as he looked down at the ground.

"And it's vore, not exactly what you'd call the most common thing to enjoy. Much of our work comes from repeat customers."

"True." Otter agreed again.

"Then trust me! Come come. I'll take you upstairs to my personal quarters, and I'll walk you through the process, take it a coil at a time, mmkay?" He smiled and took Otter's hand, which was tentatively accepted, guiding him up a spiral staircase. Once up to the second floor, the two of them went down another wonderfully ornate hall until they reached a set of doors that looked identical to the main doors that led to the hallway, only far smaller.

"Welcome to my personal work station." Yetzer announced as the door swung open.

Otter stood in awe, seeing that this client room was as ornate and beautiful as the rest of the castle, only this time all the banners clearly had snakes instead of other creatures embroidered on them. There was a huge, triangular red-satin sheet covered bed in the corner with a canopy and a hammock on top of it, and a triangular mini-pool in the other corner. The majority of the room was open, with only a blue carpet that was really nice on the otter's water-ready paws decorating the floor. "This...this is so nice!" He marvelled as he stepped forward. "So, where's Leera today? I was kind of hoping to see..."

Otter was cut off mid sentence as Yetzer wrapped his scaled hands around the otter's paws. "Don't worry about her, I'm doing this for you, call it personal nourishment, not work. Right now it just feels wrong to be paid to eat, and you're not even sold yet, so call it a trial run."

"Wait, what?" Otter was somewhat confused by the snake's use of the word 'nourishment'. "What do you mean? I thought the pamphlet said that your insides are safe to inhabit, that I'd be taking a nice, hot trip through you." He stole another glance at the pamphlet to make sure.

"Yes yes, dear, I meant satisfaction. Just a local term, emotional nourishment. Hunger will make you forget that you're often dealing with tourists unfamiliar with local idioms." He bundled up a coil, raised about hip-height, and nudged Otter over to the steps leading to the triangular pool in the corner.

"I, uh, I think I need some time to make a decision." Otter whimpered as the snake's immensely powerful body pushed him towards the pool. He spun around to confront the oddly insistent naga, but as he did so a portion of golden brown scaled snake pushed into him, making him fall backwards onto the steps, landing on another portion of snake that had slipped beneath him before he fell. "Oh! Hey!" Otter protested, but was silenced as part of Yetzer's long, thin body wrapped around his wrist and spun him around, wrapping a series of coils around his chest, belly, and upper thighs.

Yetzer's torso and a few meters of body remained poking up between the otter's legs, hovering over the scared client's body, looking down into his ocean blue eyes. "Oh Otter, you make the most delicious of snacks. Here, lemme relieve you of your accessories, those won't be comfortable inside me, and it's not like you'll need them." His tail curled up and yanked on the strap of Otter's goggles, tossing them into the pool; he had to unwrap a single coil from the bottom to reveal the otter's swimming trunks.

"W-what are you doing?" Otter squeaked, struggling idly in the deceptively strong snake's coils. He could move his hands beneath the snake's body, but his arms were trapped tight against his side as Yetzer squeezed tight enough to keep him immobile without truly constricting him enough to keep him from breathing. "I thought we were going to discuss things, first!"

Yetzer let out a gentle hiss as he snaked his way up his and Otter's forms to look his prospective meal right in the eyes. "Shush, and enjoy it. Just be still, don't kick 'till I'm pushing you down my form; I love it when my food fights back, but trust me when I sssay you don't want to kick me in the teeth, you'll just get ssstabbed." He pulled back until his head and arms were down near Otter's legs, his tongue flicking ever so gently against the furred legs sticking out of the blue swim trunks. Slowly, he pulled those trunks down and off Otter's mostly-still legs to expose every inch of the mammal's exposed form. His tongue gave another flick to taste the air. "I sssee you're both excited and ssscared!" He hissed, mouth gaping open to give Otter a good, long look at the violet-fleshed maw of his.

Otter immediately stopped squirming as his trunks were pulled down over his legs, not sure of what to make of the situation. He certainly didn't want his sheathe exposed, something just felt undignified about that. "Hnnnngph!" He grunted long and loud as the snake's form tightened, as much a protest of the removal of his shorts as it was a grunt of discomfort.

"What did I sssay?" Yetzer hissed. "Trussst me! Just, calm down!"

But Otter couldn't calm down, not until he was sure he'd be safe, and not while naked. He legs began to bicycle-kick and push at the predator's form every time he felt the hot flesh getting near his extremities.

"Okay, enough of this." Yetzer grumbled and grabbed both of the Otter's ankles in one powerful grip, pulling them downward to straighten them while holding them together. He pulled back a final time and lined his maw at the underside of Otter's paws, flicking his tongue gently to tickle at the footpads, eliciting another gentle kick, even though the snake's hands kept the legs in place.

Otter's mind was racing with possibilities and worries. He had no idea what to do or how he'd get out of this. He didn't feel safe, and he didn't feel like Yetzer had his pleasure in mind. This was becoming too much. "Okay seriously, snake, I want to leave. This is not what I fantasized at all, and I'm not ready." He said firmly, still held in the mass of snake coils on the steps leading up to the pool.

"Too bad." Yetzer replied, peeking up over his own body to wink at Otter. "Too late for you, isn't it?" He opened up his maw wide, letting the reflection of light glimmer off the saliva that coated the folds of flesh and gums that lined his maw.

Otter got one good, long look at that gaped open throat and the muscles that quivered as the snake prepared to swallow him, foot first; his heart was racing and his adrenaline began to flow, but the grip on his torso and ankles kept him immobile. He wasn't ready to disappear down the gullet of a ravenous serpent, but it really didn't look like he had a choice in the matter. He tried to wriggle and squirm, but he barely moved at all until he felt the warm, moist flesh of Yetzer's jaws wrapping around his feet, ankles, and lower calves.

He stopped struggling.

"W-wha...?" he cooed gently as the snake's warm insides smothered his toes. He couldn't help but wiggle them inside, smearing the snake's fliuids all over his digits and the membranes between them. "That's...oh wow." He gave another rub to the side, feeling his foot pads glide across the snake's tender gullet, eliciting another heavenly rush of adrenaline that exploded from his chest and down into his nether region, waking his mostly-shy member.

Yetzer paid his meal little mind, but did clamp his jaws down around the otter's legs as he moved them, predicting another escape attempt. His lower jaw bones pushed out to the side as the ligament on his chin stretched between the otter's legs, distending his throat. He could feel the otter's calves bulging out in his lower jaw, so he pushed forth and extended his body to slide over his meal. He rocked side to side, pushing both halves of his top jaw forward, inch by inch. With his maw stretched and gaped around the otter's legs, he flicked his tongue and extended his windpipe forward, prepping for the coming meal.

Settling into his predicament, Otter continued to squish his toes in the snake's throat, the heat from the snake a surprising pleasantry given the otherwise terrifying encounter. He laid his head back on Yetzer's tail and closed his eyes, focusing on the sensations. That warmth, that moisture, the flesh that smothered him, as well as the muscles that expanded and contracted to suck him in deeper, all wonderful. Even the poking, gripping teeth that dug in through his fur into his flesh to hold him in place felt weirdly enjoyable. He wanted to see what it felt like to pull out and push back in, so he raised his knee, hoping to slip it out between two folds of Yetzer's throat muscles, but the snake immediately clamped down, so that the same motion actually pushed his other leg in DEEPER, while keeping the leg he moved in place.

Well, okay. That works.

He tried to look down over the snake's coils to get a better view of the snake's distending, stretching form, but just couldn't do it. The warm, thin membrane of flesh that wrapped around his lower legs kept him in place, but also kept him at an angle he couldn't alter. That was fine, he'd just focus on the physical sensations, including the arousal that was bubbling up in his nethers. He tried to hide it or contain his desires, but it just wasn't working.

Yetzer just kept going, every few moments sliding a bit more down his gullet. He had to reach around to push the otter's tail flat in between his legs, so it'd slip into his maw with the rest of him; a bent or otherwise uncomfortably angled limb was never fun for pred or prey. Often it just resulted in pred hurting the prey more than was needed.

Once the tail popped in, briefly inserting itself in Yetzer's windpipe before correcting it, the rest came easy for the starving serpent. His jaw muscles were growing weak already - a natural response to malnutrition - so his gulping slowed, even though he was only up to the otter's knees.

He paused a moment to really take this in, but immediately resumed his meal when he realized that losing momentum could really kill an appetite. His maw gaped open wide, rows of upper teeth peeling off the otter's fur to extend forward as his muscles pushed off the ground to force his body to slide upwards on the otter until his thighs were resting comfortably in Yetzer's cheeks.

This was going to be the hardest for both parties: the hips. Yetzer wasn't the largest of snakes - nowhere near the size of Leera or even the dragons Firon and Thor - so even a small, normal-sized otter like this one would leave a noticeable bulge in his form, and engulfing the widest parts would require some real work. He gave another small but firm lurch forth as he gaped open his maw, only to find that Otter's hips were too wide.

"Why are you stopping?" Otter asked, concerned. He was still wiggling his toes inside the snake's gullet, even though the stretchy scales clamped down around him, leaving him little room to move. He rubbed his inner thighs together against his tail as the serpent's saliva filled in the gaps and made a tingle at every little line where his teeth had clamped down. "Please don't stop." he urged meekly, somewhat shocked at his own change of heart, wiggling his hips side to side to help the snake along.

Yetzer's jaw clamped down around Otter's thighs, digging lines of teeth down either leg and both sides of the tail and lower rump; it was a lithe otter, slimmer than most, but an otter swims a lot, and even the thinnest of otters had a wide rump. He didn't give up! Yetzer twisted his head to the side, unlatching one set of teeth to inch forth and clamp down, repeating the process in tiny little bits until he felt the widest part of the otter's form pass through the tightest part of his jaws: the rim of bone and muscle around the crook of his cheek. As soon as Otter's hips breached that, more of his lower body lurched forth.

The snake's meal moaned in pleasure as the opening of his engorged sheathe slid down against the snake's upper jaw, emerging cock tip sliding between the ridges of gums, teeth, and muscle. The snake's saliva soaked the otter's crotch immediately and began to flood over to dribble around Yetzer's lips, facilitating further swallowing.

Unfortunately, Yetzer's snout was nearly pressing against his own coil, so he had to release the otter from his grasp if he was to engulf any more of him, but that would result in the otter's arms being free. He quickly remedied this issue by grabbing both of the otter's paws, releasing just enough pressure to let them move freely, and jamming them into his upper maw, covering otter crotch. His teeth dug down into the otter's wrists and the backs of his hands to keep him in place; if he tried to pull out, it'd just snag on The snake's backwards-curving needlepoint teeth.

Flawless.

Otter, on the other hand, wasn't so keen on this. He felt the coils loosening, and immediately realized why Yetzer was insistent on jamming his hands on his crotch. He was no fool, he understood the snake's deviousness, but the sensuous feelings he was enjoying rendered him unable to care; he was just too engrossed in the feelings to worry about his impending predicament. A few moments of awkward uncoiling rewarded Otter with a great look at the golden-brown python's distended maw wrapped around his hips and crotch. It was a wonderful sight, and felt even better. He couldn't help but grind his hips upwards into Yetzer's upper jaw, legs and feet writhing in the gooey mess that was his throat. He could see the form of his two legs and tail bulging out the snake's form, and could even see the tiny bulge of his heel as he bent his knees, pressing his upper leg against the snake's spine and lower calves down into the snake's stretchy flesh.

But with that glorious vision came another, more sinister visage. Yetzer, though previously crafty and devious, was showing no signs of emotion. His jaw was spread wide around the otter's form, but his eyes were dead, staring straight forward as his jaws wiggled, clamped down, and extended forth to engulf more of Otter's body.

And that's when he really got worried. It no longer seemed like a silly ploy or prank; this snake really was hungry, and nowhere in their previous discussions did he assure Otter that he was at the part of his cycle that was safe, just that he HAD one! The saliva that dripped down over Otter's belly and arms wasn't the pink shown in the brochure, but clear like normal spit.

Otter's heart began to race as he put the pieces together. This was not a roleplay, this was real!

"Uh, hey, Yetzer, I was wondering if..."

His voice was stopped immediately as Yetzer's entire body whipped around to behind the snake, out from under the otter, and the snake lifted Otter up high, snake arms holding Otter's arms tight against his sides to ensure maximum hydrodynamics.

The serpent's jaws gaped open wide as Otter's weight helped him slip into the gullet with ease. Gravity and a constant, hungry maw that kept walking its way up Otter's torso from belly to chest to neck allowed the otter to practically slide down the snake's gullet. Yetzer's jaw bones and muscles had a bit of an issue when they slipped over the otter's shoulders, but a muscular contraction pulled them both forth and clamped them together around his chest, turning the otter into a small, easily swallow-able package.

Otter felt the snake's maw clamp down around his shoulders, lips touching his ears and saliva dripping down his neck, and the dawning terror jerked a response from him! He began to kick and push out, trying to dig his foot claws into the flesh to push back out, but the backwards-curving teeth held him in place, there was absolutely no getting out; any attempt to escape was met with the bone and flesh trap that was the snake's maw. Struggling only pushed him in deeper, where the flesh stretched more and the scales expanded to leave more room.

The snake's jaws closed over his head, clamping down on him as he struggled, pushed, pulled, and tried his best to get any sort of leverage. The hot, silken flesh was coated in thick, viscous fluid that kept him from gaining any traction as he attempted to push against the inner walls of the throat; even his claws couldn't get the grip they needed to help push him outward. Instead, the muscles of Yetzer's jaws simple contracted around his shoulders, forcing him in deeper. He got one last sliver of light from the crook of the serpent's jaw as his snout disappeared into the violet abyss.

The last thing he saw was the glistening reflection of Yetzer's still-gaping maw in the dripping saliva that fell from upper to lower jaw. The little bits of light that made up the pillowy mound of throat muscles and the many rows of sharp teeth, but that was it, no color or definition. He took in one large, last breath before the jaws closed shut around his snout, even though the tightness of flesh made it rather difficult to inhale.

He quietly submitted to his better as the muscles contracted around him, forcing his form to slide deeper through the tight sock of hot flesh. He could hear the throb of a heart and the gurgle of a stomach in the distance as the muscles relaxed, the snake realigning his jaw. The wall of flesh around him was so tight, he couldn't even bring his arm up to scratch at his cheek or wiggle his tail. The most he could do was nuzzle into the tender flesh around his head or squish his toes in the pool of fluid around his legs and tail.

"Well then!" He heard a faint, muddled voice around him, vibrating through the serpent's form. It was Yetzer! "That was delicious! I suppose in the future you should really research your prospective partners better. Now, enjoy your final moments, and please, do squirm some more. Like I said, I love it when I get a wiggler."

Otter felt a slight, dulled impact of a palm slapping against his hip just before the muscles contracted around him, pushing him in deeper as the serpent slithered from one place to another. Otter thought about how to get out of this, but only thought of one, potentially dangerous route to the back exit. Those teeth would certainly not allow him passage out through the snake's mouth, and the muscles combined with the slickness and softness of the flesh that engulfed him kept him from pushing up, so there was only one way out.

Around him, the snake's form slid up onto the bed, bending and extending up to the soft bedding before curling up into a knotted ball, leaving Otter to slide foot first through what felt like a labyrinthine tunnel of snake until he plopped into a slightly more roomy cavern, smothered by a bath of tingly fluid.

Otter was still holding his breath, and he had a few more minutes before he would have to breathe; he was a master swimmer, of course he could hold his breath for a very long time if need be. HE tried to turn around inside again,but even the slightly roomier gut was far too tight and snug around him for him to resist any more than a plump maggot squirming out of its shell.

Another pat as a large, heavy form laid down on Otter's form, squishing him tight. "Oh Otter. You really should learn to not trust a snake, and you certainly shouldn't expect to ever escape one that got its jaws around you. Now, you get to lay inside me, gurgling about until I'm done with you. Hope it was fun while it lasted, my delicious meal." He nuzzled into his own coils, idly rubbing at Otter's belly. "Though it is quite a shame I'll likely never enjoy another otter; not a lot of your kind around here, so it sucks that you're the last one."

But Otter wasn't ready to give up. He wiggled and squirmed and tried to angle himself to slip deeper, but he felt a tight obstruction tapering at the end of the snake's belly, keeping him from slipping any deeper. THAT exit was not made to allow solid food to pass through.

"Oh, good luck with that. I can feel you in there, kicking at my gut. Don't worry, you won't slip through to get out the back door. Nope, you're just a stuck bulge now."

He wasn't ready to give up, but it didn't seem anything was working. With the violet flesh wrapped so tightly around him, the gurgling and throbbing of the snake's insides a constant reminder of where he was and where he was going, he really had no other option. If you can't beat em, join em.

Yetzer gave another long, drawn out rub up and down his length, palm pushing through the distended, partially translucent scales that barely held the struggling otter in place. "Think about it, otter, soon, my cycle will reset, and you'll lose yourself to me. Enjoy what time you have, because your clock is almost gone."

Content with his new position as snake food, Otter nuzzled his cheek into the soft flesh that surrounded him and took in a long, deep breath, inhaling a thick gob of the snake's inner fluids, a painful punch to the chest that made him jerk his arms and legs outward, creating mini-bulges in the snake's golden scaled form before weakness overtook him.

"Shhhhh, that's right my little morsel." The booming voice reverberated through the snake's length, "You're mine now, soon, you'll be part of me, and this will be little more than a memory of your final moments."

Otter's consciousness slowly dimmed until he felt his body floating - both figuratively and literally - into a white-lit realm of fantasy, where time stood still and thoughts darted through his mind at a speed he couldn't have comprehended even when completely lucid.

"Was that it? Couldn't you struggle a bit more? Maybe I'll give you a gentle push back out, give you some hope. Dig your way forth, so I can swallow you up again!" Yetzer's muscles clamped from belly to throat, forcing Otter and the fluids that surrounded him to slip forth a meter or so before the muscles relaxed and he slipped back into the belly. "What a shame, I was really hoping you'd have a bit more struggle in you! You seemed so unwilling to be mine, but you just seemed to give up once I had you in me. Too bad."

After a series of pleasant fantasies, he felt time seem to stop and start from scratch multiple times. He enjoyed a lengthy dream that emulated his time in the snake followed by a passionate embrace, one where he got out, and one where he got absorbed into the snake, his consciousness merging with Yetzer's so he could play tricks on him as he toyed with future Vore House clients. Multiple dreams made it feel like days or even weeks had passed, since he'd apparently drift in and out of consciousness, one moment in a dream world of his escape, and another moment when all he could hear, see, or feel was the snake's gut gurgling and throbbing around him. Hours seemed to pass at a time when all that he could hear was the heartbeat above him.

He wasn't dead, he didn't think, but he did feel odd. In between each and every dream sequence, when he seemed to wake up into partial lucidity, he felt his skin itch and eventually grow irritated. It wasn't painful, but it was unpleasant.

After about the dozenth dream sequence and waking moment cycle, a violent jerking yanked him into consciousness as the tight sack of serpent flesh was flung from its knotted position to land in what felt like even hotter water. Otter's mind scrambled and unscrambled as he realized that, much to his delight, he was certainly not dead! His entire form was tingling and the fluid he was suspended in was oddly textured and thicker than before, but he was alive!

He squirmed and wiggled his extremities in the bath of fluids that smothered him between his and Yetzer's flesh, enjoying it a last time just as he realized that, with every slow heave of breath that cycled more of the fluids around him into his lungs, he was getting a tingly, itchy sensation inside his chest. He couldn't help but cringe as the tinglings intensified to a slight burning.

Just as he spasmed again, he felt an incredibly powerful muscle contraction just above his head, forcing him down deeper into the snake's lower extremities. Then another squeeze lower but still above his head to force his feet through the tightness between belly and the rest of the snake. More coils, forced him deeper and deeper until the tight ring of flesh slipped over his hips, and the rest was a brisk, slick, slimy fall through a snake and out into a much wider, looser basin of fluid, arms and legs spreading wide around him.

This was no gut, this was something else!

Sure of the drastic change in environment, he opened his eyes to see that he was no longer smothered in violet-tinged flesh, but floating free in a blue tub. No, a pool. It was the pool in Yetzer's room! It was him, a few meters of golden snake tail, and a weird cloud of brown, textured fluid floating in a glob beside him.

Being the expert swimmer, he kicked his feet and burst through the surface, inhaling a long, powerful breath that felt as critical as his first and almost as painful as the breath that overcame him with a sense of drowning!

"Ooooooouah!" he let out a loud roar as he splashed and cleared his face of the water that was flowing over it from his hair. He gave a shake like a dog and looked around the room to check what was going on.

"Are you okay, my dear?" A soft, cooing voice echoed through the room.

Otter looked over to see Yetzer caught in a coil by another far larger, green naga with red and blue spots. Her voice painted her as feminine, most likely the Vore House's other owner, Lady Leera. "Yes Ma'am." Otter choked out, still struggling with the return to gaseous air, immediately realizing that he was naked in front of a lady. He blushed and covered his form, hiding beneath the distorted surface of the pool. The sudden excitement of the slip out Yetzer's backside coaxed a bit of his flesh from his sheathe, and he certainly didn't want anyone seeing that.

"I'm glad to hear it." The massive naga assured him, holding a sheepish looking Yetzer in her coiled tail. "You are lucky to be alive."

Otter rubbed his eyes again and nodded. He didn't know what happened for sure, but he could tell that he cut it close. "W-what happened?" He asked, still groggy. Just as he pulled his arm away from his eye, he noticed that there were patches of fur missing. "Seriously." He scratched at the itchy bare patches.

"That was Yetzer." The female naga explained. "This devious serpent stuck around at the Vore Houe when he should have been in town getting food for is imminent digestive shift." She shook him a bit before dropping him into the pool beside Otter with a splash. "Instead he decided to break our one rule by inviting you up here."

Otter looked around the room, first to Yetzer, then to the female, then back to Yetzer. "So, wait, what? What happened exactly?" He remained hidden underneath the protection of the water's rippling surface, idly glancing around to see if he could find his shorts.

The larger snake sighed heavily and slithered over the side of the pool to wrap a gentle but massive coil around Otter. "This employee here was going to turn you into his meal, and not just the fun kind. He was at the cusp of his digestive tract and about to digest you." She picked the otter up and held him tight to her chest. "I felt your shock from a kilo away, had I not made it here in time, his inner fluids would have encountered a more powerful chemical reaction and turned you into mush. Luckily, he still had much of his life-fluid inside, so you survived the trip without drowning."

Otter blinked rapidly, his heart beating and adrenaline suddenly surging through his body at the revelation of his near-death experience. The fear, the terror, and the danger, it was too much to comprehend at the time! The risk combined with the very real and very simple pleasures of being sucked down a ravenous gullet was...indescribable. But at the same time, he was now completely exposed to the female naga, whom he'd not properly introduced himself to. His blush intensified as he crossed his legs and tried to look away.

"Are you okay?" The female asked, setting him back down.

The very second he saw his shorts, he darted over and hopped into them, HE also reached into the pool to grab is pair of goggles that was floating on the surface towards the side where he'd jumped out. "I-I'm fine, m'lady. I just. I'm sorry."

"Sorry for what?" She asked, leaning down into him, flicking her tongue at his cheek.

Otter averted her gaze and took in a deep breath, shuddering gently as the details of his experience flooded his mind. It was all quite confusing. The danger of being near-death and the physical reminder of his ordeal in the form of patches of furless skin was worrying, but that warm, moist flesh wrapped around him, pressing down against his extremities was certainly something he'd want to feel again. This was cognitive dissonance at its most severe. He really had not the faintest clue how to react.

Leera seemed perceptive, despite Otter not saying a word. "Okay then. Look, Otter, if you ever wish to come back, experience vore as it should be, passionate and safe, then I do insist, it's on me. Just, don't let this experience taint your perception of our establishment." She offered a massive hand to the otter to shake, hoping for resolution.

Otter glanced over to Yetzer - who remained curled up in a corner - then back to Leera and her passionate, soft eyes. He had nothing to say and no words would form, so he just walked away, hopping over Leera's massive, bulky form and leaving the Vore House, still gooey and dripping with digestive fluids.

He had a lot to think about.