Zozafina's Day Out 5
Story by TikTikKobold on SoFurry
Purity faces off against Zozafina's pet!
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Purity did not see her day ending up like this. The disorientation of being asked questions about the Tournament let the magical girl put her guard down. Something about that event is so fuzzy to her—as if it were nothing more than a dream, yet some talk about it with such clarity.
For a hero who has so much to think about, putting that into her mind is just too much to handle. But being forced to confront the reality of this anomalous set of recollections has gotten her pinned down under a massive pair of tits.
The snake woman looms over her, rolling out a long tongue, sliding that forked thing over her head and hair, lapping at her brow in an animalistic taste.
The magical girl squirms and pops her head free from those massive melons, her chin resting on the snake woman’s flesh. “You’d better let go of me, or you’ll have to pay!”
The creature looks at her with a wide eye and a wider mouth. They blink and then hisses, leaning toward the magical girl’s ear. “Why would I let you go. You look so scrumptious.”
“So, you can talk! I can reason with you then.”
“Think what you want, treat,” the lamia says, stroking the woman’s cheek with the palm of their hand. “My mistress left me here to have fun, which I shall have.”
“Not at anyone else’s expense!” Purity barks back.
“Oh, but we aren’t,” says the Lamia, picking herself up, freeing the hero a moment to sit up, only to gasp when the Lamia grabs at her coat and tears it asunder, freeing her impressive chest for all the world to see.
“I heard all that my mistress said to you. You are a woman trapped by your desires. Let me show you what it’s like…”
They open their mouth wide—more expansive than any humanoid creature had any right to be. Her glaring, gleeful gaze focused on Purity’s face.
Purity, who had crossed her arms over her chest, yelped as that face barreled down over her head, covering her eyes. She shrieks and kicks and throws a punch at the monster’s stomach.
The lamia groans, the hit going deep against their tummy, but this doesn’t deter them. Instead, she grabs the human by the sides, digging her fingers against her soft flesh, and lifts her up, throwing her head back to leave the magical girl dangling with her legs up in the air, kicking around with nowhere to plant them.
The creature’s body expands as more and more purity sinks down into them, leaving them a strange and distorted shape compared to the once hauntingly beautiful form they had. They slurp the human woman down with little issue, her mouth and her, throat and her stomach, and even her hands helping to shove Purity down deeper and deeper into her gullet, her body gurgling in delight as she shoves the magical girl deep down inside her.
By the time she’s finished with the process, Purity’s shield clatters to the ground beside the two, and the lamia yawns, falling flat on her back in the middle of the street, stretched out, naked, and with a belly so full and round.
The people all around just watched in horror, amazement, and strange arousal at the sight—their great hero had just become a snack for some dark creature!
But is this the end for Purity?
Inside the lamia, Purity’s body is fondled and squished by the muscles contracting, sending her sliding down through the tight and wet walls until she finds herself stuck inside what must be the end of the line. She curls up, kicks, and squirms, reaching to punch at the walls, but none of the attacks go through.
She hisses a large gulping breath and shudders, tears welling up in her eyes. Is this really how the story of Purity ends? Does she get digested, thrown out by some monster, and forgotten—never again to see the light of day? Never again will she bask in the sun. Never again will she save someone from such a similar fate.
She could have stopped this. She could have fought back harder, but seeing the dark sorceress in the tournament gulped and devoured by the other champion filled her with such curiosity and morbid fascination. Of course, she would want to try it, but there are no gods to rescue her. There are no rules to free her. It’s up to her and her alone to fight her way free from inside this monster. It’s eaten or broken out.
She closes her eyes, and in the palm of her hand, magical energy gathers, forming pink motes of light that shimmer all around her, filling up her being, giving her that barrier power that would protect her from any harm. Even as the digestive juices drip onto her, the barrier protects her from the hissing, burning powers. The fluids immediately fade into nothingness when touching the magical barrier.
Purity has to chuckle as she pulls herself inward, taking on a fetal position deep inside the monster’s stomach. “Figure out how you’re going to digest this, ya snake!” she snickers, but as she lays there, a strange sort of comfort takes her. She curls up and lies in there, not having to worry about herself, and closes her eyes.
Escape, then, can be a problem for another time.
For now, she can enjoy the ride and drift off into the line of nod for some good old-fashioned R&R.