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Swallowed by the Serpent

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

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“Where do you think you are going? Little ssscrap…”

The long, sinuous form of the naga snaked across the ground of the cave, though the monster did not seem to notice the tiny stones and grit clinging to his snakeskin hide. He hissed, raising his serpentine head, sharply angled to a nose with a small horn at the tip, bearing the torso of an anthro while the bulk of his body was tail, long and serpentine and all powerful.

Maverick didn’t see him, how the moonlight cast through the entrance of the cave, glinting off his scales. All Maverick knew was fear, stumbling over his own feet, the hiker crying, his backpack torn off somewhere, his shirt half in shreds already, though he had not been able to outrun the beast.

The naga came for him with the pounding force of an avalanche, streaming down the mountainside, hissing and writhing – but he was snatched up in the monster’s coils before he could even breathe. There was no escape, no sound that could come from his lungs, kicking and screaming, heart hammering in his chest. He gaped soundlessly, mouth opening and closing like a fish, heaved up in the air as if he was as light as a feather.

But there was nothing he could do, white noise blistering in the back of his mind, overwhelming all else, searing through. His fate was not in his own hands anymore, not as the naga, his torso easily three times the size of Maverick’s, his black tongue flickering in and out of his mouth, slippery, wet and gleaming in the moonlight.

The naga could have been beautiful if he was not to be Maverick’s death, jaws opening wide, revealing the pink interior, dark and glorious, which contrasted with the naga’s rich brown and forest green snakeskin. His eyes shone with the stark, yellow intensity of a predator, yet Maverick heaved and fought for a life that was no longer his, trying to squeal, heaving and grunting, the prey caught by the predator.

It was never his place to fight, however, and Maverick should have known that. He should have known that as he was dangled head first over the serpent’s huge, gaping mouth, the fangs glistening, though the naga was not of a venomous kind. Oh no, he could swallow his prey whole and feel them squirm in his belly, slowly digested, for hours upon hours, so where was the sense in his body doing more than exactly as much as it needed to for him to be sustained?

A naga’s body was efficient, tongue lashing out, dousing and slathering Maverick’s head, neck and chest, even through his shirt, with saliva. It seemed like a lot more than a snake would naturally have in their maws, but a naga was so very different to that, a creature of their own, tasting the man even as he dipped the human into his mouth. Maverick didn’t even feel like a man anymore, not at all, though he was clutched too tightly in the naga’s coils to speak a word, to take even a single breath more. In all honesty, he had already let go of his last breath. Now, all that remained was for him to be swallowed.

The pit of the naga’s maw yawned around him, taking him deep, his head sliding over a slippery tongue, the fangs scratching his shoulders as the serpent groaned and opened his maw a little bit wider. Maverick trembled, his back aching, though adrenaline pumped through him, beat after beat, straining, his body desperate to be freed when that was not something that would ever come to him.

So slippery…

So wet…

So warm…

The throat welcomed him, a dark pit into which he was due to meet his fate. The serpent’s jaws unhinged to take his shoulders, his feet and calves kicking feebly, but there was simply nowhere else for him to go. The throat pulsed around his head, over his neck and shoulders, pulling him down, muscles flexing to drag him to his doom. Breathlessly, the coils loosening, he let out a low moan with the last of the air in his lungs: no more than a gasp.

The last gasp.

The serpent rumbled around him as if pleased, the tip of his tail curling back and forth, though Maverick did not see it. He didn’t need to, not as the wet maw and throat pulsed around his chest, pulling in his torso.

There was no pain, even the pressure in his chest fading. Adrenaline was a funny thing indeed, but Maverick didn’t need to know that, didn’t need to worry about it.

He groaned, eyes closed, but he wouldn’t be able to see anything anyway, not as the serpent gulped all the way down his stomach, to his hips, though they were narrower than his chest and shoulders: not a problem at all for the naga to swallow down. Maverick trembled faintly, aware of his lack of air, though there was nothing more for him to do, his body clinging to life in the only way that it knew how, even if it was not to be for him.

Oh… A touch of air. But it wouldn’t be enough for him, the hint of survival dangled tantalisingly before his eyes. He grunted soundlessly, throat trembling, pushed down, the jaws closing over his thighs, coils finally loosening.

And then everything sped up, the tail shoving him hard, letting gravity take charge as the naga pushed his head back all the way back, the comparatively small man disappearing in a slick slide down his throat. The throat of the naga extended down through his chest, his digestive tract in the more serpentine part of his body, Maverick sliding down and down and down, legs jerking, though the muscles of the beast’s throat pushed him down.

There was no going back for him, grunting, pooling in the hot, searing, prickle of the naga’s stomach – or what his dim, fading mind assumed was his stomach. It didn’t matter anymore, not at all, not after the horror of that maw. It was almost comforting down there, his mind flitting back and forth, not even sure if he was able to draw breath or not, whether he was still alive or not.

The horror was over, swelling, aching…burning…

His lips parted, the serpent’s stomach flexing and contracting around him, body working away at digesting him, stomach acid stinging, biting, burning.

Maverick whimpered.

Once he’d been swallowed, no one could save him.

But the naga would be well fed, at least.