Vore Stories by Me!

[Kooshmeister]

This is going to be a thread for a few random, brief vore scenarios that were originally written in script format with the intention that they be turned into comics at some point (with one exception). I mostly thought these up when talking to my good friend Snake Wildlife a.k.a. 2ndVenus, who will be serving as the pred in all or at least all of them. So here's the first one!

FUN IN THE SUN: THE FINAL SLIDE - (M/M, Oral Vore, Digestion, Death)

The hot sun beat down. Kooshmeister didn't mind. He had his water slide! The teenage European red squirrel stood in his backyard on a bright, sunny day in the middle of a blazing hot summer, standing at one end of a cheap plastic water slide ending in the gaping maw of a cartoon crocodile. He was on the thin side, with light brown fur and a tan underbelly and short red hair. Although he ordinarily wore glasses, he was wearing prescription athletic goggles. His regular glasses sat on a sun-blistered wooden picnic table on the patio near the house. His only clothing was a blue speedo, which left little to the imagination, bulging with his visible cock and firm balls. He grinned. His fur was damp, his hair plastered to his head from sweat and water, droplets clinging to the lenses of the goggles. He'd just gone down the slide for seemed like the hundredth time, and he was already eager to go again!

Sure, it was for little kids, and he was fresh out of high school and ready to head to college next year, but since he was something of an introvert and lacked many friends around the neighborhood, he took what he could get; in such a scorching day as this one, any relief from the heat was welcome, and he hadn't forgotten how much fun these kinds of slides could be back when he was the same age as the neighbor kids he'd borrowed it from for twenty bucks.

In fact, he felt like a kid again, Happy and carefree, full of boundless, boyish energy. Elation coursed through him now that he was done with the misery of high school and had college to look forward to. So what did it matter if he acted like he was nine or ten again for one afternoon?

"I'm gonna go again!" he said aloud to no one in particular. The backyard was empty and there was no one within earshot.

At least, that's what he thought. His family's backyard bordered a somewhat swampy forest area, and he was unaware that his summertime fun had attracted a most appreciative audience. A shadowy figure watched him from the safety of the underbrush right at the edge of the wooded area, where the carefully manicured lawn gave in to the weeds and bushes. What friends he had called him "Snake," and it was a nickname he was just fine with. It didn't really describe him properly, but it suited him nevertheless. He was a reptilian creature known as a Rilvazen, standing roughly five feet tall. He had green skin and a pale cream underbelly, with fleshy, ear-like appendages growing from the back of his head. His body tended towards curves, although he was plump in all the right places, with big hips and a wide rear. An incredibly long, powerful prehensile tail lashed lazily behind him as he lay on his belly in the shade, watching the squirrel from his hiding spot.

From Snake's point of view, behind the facade of the big cartoon crocodile maw, he could see the slide stretching out beyond the jaws towards the somewhat distant figure of the squirrel, the house behind him. Wearing no clothing, he was entirely naked and had a huge cock. Though it was currently flaccid, the more he watched the squirrel, whose name he didn't know, the firmer that member became. His tongue flicked out. Forked. "Tasting" the air. The squirrel. He shivered in anticipation. He liked what he saw and he intended to make him his. He hissed in delight and began to tentatively crawl out of hiding, towards the rear of the slide, intending to situate himself behind and just inside those mammoth plastic jaws and be waiting the next time the squirrel came shooting down.

A woman's voice came from somewhere inside the house. "Honey, come on inside!"

Kooshmeister - "Koosh" for short - sighed. It was his mom. Even though he was practically a grown man, she still babied him. Like she was now, insisting that he limit the amount of time he spent outdoors on such a hot day. "Aw, Mom, one more go!" he yelled.

"Okay," she yelled back from inside the house, "but hurry up!"

Koosh knew that if he took too long, she'd come outside and yell at him some more, so he decided that he would indeed call it quits after this last slide, at least for today. So he figured he ought to make it count. He rushed towards the slide, tail streaming out behind him, a determined look on his face, grinning.

"One..."

He did a leap through the air.

"Two..."

He landed hard on the slide. Water splashed up everywhere on impact.

"Three!"

Almost as soon as he hit the slide, he started moving. Squeezing his eyes shut, he grinned as he felt himself sliding across the slippery material with reckless abandon as he sped towards the gaping maw of the cartoon crocodile, whose mouth he could see in his mind, wide open to swallow him. He liked the idea. He'd always harbored secret fantasies of being eaten, which was another reason why he was enjoying this particular activity with this particular slide; it let him slide through the jaws of a big, cute predator over and over again, consequence-free. His enjoyment of going into the croc's mouth coupled with the slick friction of the slide as he flew down it on his belly stirred an arousal in Koosh, and his grin widened as he felt his cock hardening inside the confines of his speedo. He'd have to jerk off in the bathroom before he showered after going inside. But in the meantime, he had one last trip to take through the cartoon croc's jaws.

"Wheeeee!" he cried, succumbing totally to childish enthusiasm. "Yeah! Eat me, Mr. Crocodile!" He blushed as he shouted this last part and sincerely hoped nobody was listening, least of all his mother.

Fortunately for him, his mother wasn't listening. She was busy somewhere in the house, well out of sight and earshot. But someone else was, and that somewhat intended to make his dream come true, though not quite in the way he'd pictured. It certainly wasn't a crocodile, real or otherwise.

"As you wish..." said the voice of this individual. "I may not be a crocodile, but I can certainly oblige you, my little morsel..."

It was barely audible, almost a whisper, but Koosh heard it clear as a bell when he reached the halfway point of the slide. He opened his eyes in confusion. The jaws were only a few feet, mere seconds, away. "Huh...?" he cried.

As he continued sliding towards the yawning mouth, he got the shock of his life. Eagerly waiting for him on the other side of the cartoon croc, framed in its jaws, was the Rilvazen, Snake. The reptile had his jaws wide open, revealing a gaping, drooling chasm, oozing with saliva. And Koosh was sliding uncontrollably towards him! Koosh was terrified, eyes bulging wide behind his goggles. Behind him, his tail frizzed up in surprise and fear. "N-No!!" he yelped as he flew straight for that mouth-within-a-mouth. Huge fangs filled the squirrel's vision as he stared down into the cavernous orifice of pink, slick, slimy flesh, all of it sloping back towards the right, pulsating tunnel of the Rilvazen's gullet. "Aa--" Koosh started to scream, barely having time to get any sound out as he plowed head-first through the fake jaws of the cartoon crocodile and into the very real salivating jaws of the reptilian predator who'd come out from the woods to say hello. His pitiful excuse for a scream was cut off and muffled even as it left his mouth. "Mmmmmphhh!!!"

His chest rubbed along the quivering forked tongue as the reptile rumbled in delight. The squirrel was in the Rilvazen's mouth up to his midsection, and as he went into Snake's mouth, his bottom half raised up off the slide, his speedo stretched obscenely with an enormous erection. With a happy "Mmmm...!" Snake gave a hearty, sloppy swallow and began to feast. He threw his head back, tossing his new friend's flailing legs and swishing tail into the air, up against the roof of the cartoon croc's upper jaw. Water and saliva streamed down the partially devoured squirrel's body. The bulge in his speedo rubbed along the tongue as he got devoured. A muffled scream that no one else heard came from deep inside Snake. Koosh's fantasy had suddenly come to horrifying life, and there was nothing he could do to stop it and save himself. More contended rumbles came from Snake, along with a new sound from his prey; some moans. The sensation of his dick rubbing against the tongue had ensured that, despite his panic, sexual pleasure was all of a sudden at the front of his mind, and he ground his hips into the wriggling, wet muscle, though he was still afraid, as evidenced by how hard his legs kicked and how poofed up his tail was.

Snake, eager to ensure an easy passing of his meal, both for the squirrel's enjoyment and his own, curled his forked tongue up between the other male's thighs to tease his balls as well as his asshole, hidden though they were in the speedo. It wasn't long before Koosh's half-eaten body convulsed in the throes of orgasmic bliss, his cock spasming and flooding his speedo, filling it with his sticky bounty. Behind him, his long, thick tail lashed excitedly as with a sudden, forward lunge, the young squirrel's feet and the tip of his bushy tail were all that was left outside of the gluttonous reptiles velvety jaws. Eyes closed, Snake propped himself up on one elbow, using his free hand to rub the bulge the his meal was making in his throat. There was another swallow, slower this time. The body, cock still spasming inside the skimpy swimwear, was drawn further down that throat, squirrel toes and a frizzed tail sticking out and wriggling around, slapping wetly against the tongue which licked sinuously, tauntingly, but almost lovingly, at the toes, the beast slurping over them noisily. Another gulp and the toes and tail were gone, having been sucked in completely with a loud, lewd gulp.

Snake arched his back and swallowed with a slow, luxuriant, wet gulp and a thick, rounded swell marked his prey's descent down his gullet, vanishing beyond the rippling folds. His belly swelled with the delicious young rodent, bulging out enormously. Closing his mouth, he Rilvazen sighed, withdrawing from the crocodile jaws, eyes half-lidded, tongue flopping out from his jaws. "Ahhh..."

With his ponderously swollen tummy, Snake left the backyard and returned to the forest. Inside him, a new hell began for Koosh...

A few hours later, Snake was lazily basking on a rotten log in the forest in a patch of afternoon sun filtering down through the treetops from above. His stomach was still bug, but not as swollen as before. Koosh was gone. In fact, one could argue he'd ceased to exist the minute Snake saw him, as, in that instant, he stopped being Koosh the squirrel and became nothing but food for a hungry predator. He just hadn't realized it until he'd opened his eyes and seen what he was rushing inexorably towards at the end of the slide. But now, hours later, he was gone physically as well as metaphorically... or at least mostly gone. Some half-melted bones in a soupy mixture sloshing gently around in Snake's tummy still remained, but these slimy remnants could hardly be called a squirrel anymore.

And while it had been a pleasant few hours for the reptile, it had been torture for his meal. Koosh hadn't known he could scream so shrilly and piercingly, but he did when the acids began to burn into him. He fought and kicked, but found neither release nor relief. When he'd finally resigned himself to his fate, his sexual fantasy come to life in a way he'd never dreamed of, he prayed that it would be over quickly. And while the pain did eventually end, when his nerve endings finally went numb, it was a long time coming. The churning stomach worked him over slowly like a roast in the oven, and he screamed until his voice gave out, thereafter enduring the agony in silence. He occasionally felt hands rubbing him through the flesh of the belly, and pictured his devourer kicking back and enjoying his full, squirming belly, and, indeed, that was exactly what Snake was doing. The Rilvazen was no sadist. Although he ate the squirrel, he otherwise wished no harm to him, and regretted that his end must come in this manner, but come it must in order to sate his lust and his appetite and fuel his body. He could nothing to ease the squirrel's pain, though he did occasionally coo and whisper gentle reassurances and sweet-nothings to wriggling, slowly diminishing bulge, softly assuring him that it would all be over soon. He considered telling his new friend turned meal that his demise would serve the wonderful purpose of adding to his sexy reptilian bulk, but he decided against it; beyond attempting to calm him and ease him through the pain of digestion, he had no interest in talking to the squirrel, because he was, after all, just food. Besides, he didn't think that the squirrel would care that he was dying for a greater purpose; the knowledge that he'd sustain Snake was probably not something he'd be interested in hearing, and it certainly wouldn't have reassured him and made him accept his fate any more smoothly.

Despite this, even though Snake did not in fact say anything of the kind to him, near the end, under the pain, Koosh did, in his own way, marvel at the beautiful simplicity of the situation he'd found himself in. The relationship between predator and prey was as old as time, and perfectly natural. Was it unfair? To the prey, him, certainly. Was he angry that he'd been eaten and was no suffering a very slow and undignified death wasting away in this greedy reptile's gut? Sure. And yet he'd long since passed the point where he could've done anything to avert his fate, so there was nothing to do but settle in and wait for the end. He still screamed himself hoarse, but, near the end, that was purely a physical reaction to the pain as opposed to him pitifully bemoaning his fate. Riding through the pain, he accepted his role as food for this mysterious creature who'd appeared out of nowhere and turned his life upside down, and he spent the remainder of that life reflecting on the ancient predator/prey relationship and thinking that if all his plans for the future could be undone so easily and so suddenly, then perhaps he was meant for this. Not for college, but to stew in a hungry predator's gut. And so he did not mourn for his stolen future. He spent his last hours, even with all the burning agony that threatened to drive him mad, living in the moment, and strangely content. Perhaps the pain was driving him mad. But in any case, when it finally ended, when his nerves finally gave in and the torment stopped, the digesting squirrel, the flesh liquefying off his bones, went to his final fate in peaceful submission.

Snake shifted on the log, mildly but pleasantly annoyed, one hand laid upon his belly. His rock-hard cock arched up and lay along the curve of the belly. His meal was silent now and unmoving. A "glorple" echoed from within him. He smiled. It was over, or nearly over, anyway. Nothing lived in his belly anymore. It now only contained slowly liquefying meat and bones. He gave the somewhat shrunken bulge a pat. He'd enjoyed eating the squirrel. He'd been attractive to look at, tasty and above all else a great squirmer. He loved wiggly meals.

His cheeks swelled as a grumble issued forth from within him. He was about to burp.

He erupted in a titanic, rumbling belch, a pair of crushed goggles and partially digested speedos flying out of his jaws. "Uuuuurrraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaalppppp!" His belch echoed across the land. Birds flew screaming from the trees in fright. The goggles and speedo landed on the ground with a disgusting, wet splat. Smiling, Snake daintily covered his mouth. "Oh," he said, "excuse me..."

What a lovely squirrel.

What a lovely meal.

The expelled goggles and speedo lay on the ground, forgotten, as Snake slid off of the log and slunk away into the depths of the forest.

The End.

[Kooshmeister]

This next one is based on a pic series I did for Snake ages ago. It's even shorter and simpler than the first. I didn't really expend much effort on it, I confess.

MIDNIGHT VISITOR - (M/M, Oral Vore, Oral Sex, Implied Digestion and Death)

Late one night, Koosh was sitting at his computer in his at-home office, typing. He was a brown squirrel with red hair wearing black-framed glasses wearing tight-fitting boxer briefs that showed the outline of his junk. Unbeknownst to him, Snake, a reptilian of the Rilvazen race, was peeking through the window behind him. After a moment, Koosh noted the time. He rose, stretching and yawning. Snake disappeared from the window.

Turning the light off, Koosh went into his bedroom, which had a large bed with a window right beside it. Snake peeked in at him through the window again, eyes narrowed in fascination as he watched the squirrel disrobing, slipping his underwear off to sleep in the nude. He licked his lips as he watched his prey climb into bed naked, then ducked down out of sight, vanishing from the window. Taking his glasses off and setting them on a bedside table with a lamp on it, the squirrel got under the covers and was soon sound asleep. An hour or so later, when he was sure his potential meal was asleep, Snake reappeared and opened the window, which was unlocked, grinning evilly as he looked in at the sleeping squirrel, tongue flicking out. As Koosh continued sleeping, Snake entered the room and slipped under the covers. He made a big bulge that stopped at just about the middle, his head bulge being where Koosh's genitals are, the long, twitching reptilian tail sticking out from under the covers at the foot of the bed.

The squirrel smiled in his sleep, then suddenly his eyes popped wide open in surprise. A wet suction was around his dick. He looked down at the wriggling bulge under his covers. Beneath them, Snake was sucking Koosh's now erect cock. Throwing the blanket back, Koosh revealed the reptile between his legs, sucking on his cock, slurping hungrily on it. The squirrel's expression was a mixture of surprise and pleasure. He was frozen with indecision and so simply allowed the intruder to finish, gasping as he came, the thick squirrel cock spurting, semen dribbling from Snake's grinning maw as he drank down his prey's bounty. Still without his glasses, Koosh gasped and recoiled as Snake lunged towards him suddenly with his maw wide open. Saliva and cum dripped out of his open mouth, his forked tongue lolling as though reaching for the prey. He engulfed the squirrel's head in one quick, lunging swallow.

He rose to his knees, cock erect and dripping, as he swallowed the squirrel. Koosh was in up to his middle, legs kicking and tail whooshing around wildly. The doomed squirrel's cock was still hard and dribbling cum which ran down Snake's belly as the reptile's forked tongue curled teasingly around the other male's balls. He gulped Koosh down further. Only the squirrel's legs and tail stuck out of the Rilvazen's ravenous maw. He was making quite a bulge going down. Had anyone been in the room to witness his demise, they'd see the outline of his face in Snake's belly. Lying back on his victim's bed, Snake snapped his jaws shut, slurping the last of the squirrel up, feet and tail tip vanishing from sight as he grabbed his thick reptilian cock and began slowly masturbate himself to the feeling of an entire living squirrel moving down through his body. The bulge of Koosh moved further down and began to distend the base of Snake's tail. One quirk about Snake's internal biology was that he possessed another stomach of sorts in his long tail where he could trap prey to digest them much more slowly, and this was his latest meal's destination. He reclined luxuriantly on the bed and climaxed, spurting his thick cum all over his chest and belly as a near perfect squirrel-shaped bulge filled out his tail, a pleasured expression on his face as he aimed his spurting cock at the bulging tail and ensured that the last few ribbons would paint the wriggling outline of his prey.

That seen to, he settled down in the bed that used to belong to the squirrel and drifted off to sleep, leaving Koosh trapped and doomed to slowly digest away inside his thick tail.

THE END.

[Kooshmeister]

This next story is based on an idea I had last year. Well, two ideas. One being to use cum to lube up the prey's entrance into the asshole for anal vore, and the other being the idea of me as an explorer stumbling across Snake in his natural habitat as opposed to him coming to me like in the previous stories. It's also the only one that didn't start out as a comic script, although I have added to it a bit in order to post it here. Not as much as I did with "Fun in the Sun" (the entire ending with me digesting while ruminating on the predator/prey relationship was not in the original script), but nevertheless I added some stuff to try and make it flow better as a story. Enjoy!

BLAZING A NEW TRAIL - (M/M, Anal Vore, Anal Sex, Implied Digestion and Death)

The daring explorer Kooshmeister, or "Koosh" to his friends, had penetrated deep into the trackless reaches of the jungle. The brown-furred male squirrel with red hair was wearing a pretty traditional explorer's outfit consisting of a pith helmet, a khaki-colored many-pocketed shirt, unbuttoned almost down to his belly button in concession to the heat, shorts, ankle boots and tall socks that came up to his knees, with a canteen and holstered pistol on his belt. Large, black-rimmed glasses adorned his muzzle, their lenses slightly fogged up from the tropical heat. In his hand he held a machete, with which he hacked at dense weeds and vines, fighting his way through the sweltering vegetation, pausing occasionally to push his glasses back up into place whenever they threatened to slide down off of his muzzle, wondering when the dense undergrowth was ever going to end... when suddenly it did. As he slashed through the final wall of plant life, he all but stumbled into a sudden clearing, where he came upon a most unusual sight.

In the middle of the glade with a wide and shallow lake with a roaring waterfall emptying into it, into which he'd wandered, was the most gorgeous reptilian creature he'd ever seen. With enormous hips and an impossibly long tail, the green-skinned male was stretched out on a large rock warming himself in the sun. He sat up and with feigned disinterest turned and looked at the bushy-tailed intruder into his domain.

"Greetings," he said in a low voice, just barely audible over the sound of the falls. He turned onto his side, giving the squirrel a nice view of his reptilian sheath and balls. "My friends call me 'Snake.' I'm a Rilvazen. This is my domain. Have you lost your way?" A forked tongue flicked out.

The squirrel shook his head, surprised at how forthcoming the reptile was being with someone who'd accidentally intruded into his domain. He had no idea what a Rilvazen was. Had he found a new species of sentient reptilians? "I was... just trying to penetrate deeper into the unknown than any explorer before me," he said, managing to find his voice. For emphasis, he held up the machete and used it to point back the way he'd come. "Or trying to, anyway."

That answer seemed to interest the reptile very much. "Well, I think I can help you with that." He sat up more fully, the head of his penis beginning to poke free from his sheath, which didn't escape Koosh's notice. "Shall I come to you, or would you like to come to me? Either way, I suggest you... disrobe."

"D-Disrobe?" the squirrel repeated, seeming uncertain, though he was already shrugging off his backpack.

"Yesss," came the hissing reply. "If you come to me, your clothes will get wet. If I come to you, they'll get muddy. No matter which option you choose, you don't want those nice explorer's clothes to get all filthy, would you?" He winked.

Koosh found that he couldn't argue with that. For one thing, it made sense. For another, there was something... persuasive and insistent in that voice. He stuck the machete into the earth at his feet so it stood with the wobbling handle completely upright, took off his pith helmet and then began undoing the few buttons that were secured on his mostly open shirt, stripping the garment off, exposing his bare chest to the Rilvazen, who seemed to like what he was seeing. Indeed, Snake was very pleased to see the squirrel beginning to undress, and he slid off the rock he'd been sunning himself on and waded serenely through the water as his "guest" unbuckled his belt, letting it drop to the ground heavily, the contents of the canteen sloshing, the gun still in its holster. He began fumbling with the zipper on his shorts.

"Tell you what. Meet me halfway. On the shore."

Watching the approaching creature, Koosh hurriedly stripped to his underwear, a pair of briefs that, to his embarrassment and the reptile's amusement, bulged forth with his arousal. When he stopped there and began to bend down towards his feet, Snake, concerned that the squirrel intended to leave his undergarment on, spoke up.

"All of it," he insisted.

"Y-You want me naked...?" Koosh asked, pausing halfway through untying his boot laces.

"Of course... you need to be naked in order to penetrate deep inside a Rilvazen." That thick reptilian cock grew forth further, dripping pre.

"P-Penetrate...?" The shivering rodent clumsily took off his briefs, his erect cock bobbing as he stepped into the warm water, which proved to be about knee-deep, and began wading through it towards his new companion. His helmet, clothes and equipment he left where he'd lain them, and they quickly left his mind, even the gun. Assuming he understood the reptile correctly, that wasn't quite the kind of exploring he'd had in mind when he first set off on this expedition, but who was he to say no to an offer of sex from such an enchanting creature? Besides, something about Snake's voice compelled him to obey. Reaching Snake, he moved up against the nude reptile. "What is a Rilvazen, exactly...?"

"It's what I am." That answer wasn't especially illuminating, but Koosh's curiosity was slowly leaving him, to be replaced by a lustful need which was soon to occupy all of his thoughts. "But if it helps... you can just call me Snake." That worked. After all, he'd said that's what his friends called him, and who was he but a new friend?

"Well, Snake," said the squirrel, "how are you going to help me?" He knew the answer. Knew what trail the reptile intended him to blaze, so to speak, but he asked anyway, just to keep talking. He liked talking to this creature.

Turning, Snake bent over, lifting his enormous tail, exposing his asshole to his new friend. "By helping you penetrate depths into uncharted territory. At least uncharted territory for you." He winked and flicked his tongue out, and then that monstrous tail whipped 'round and encircled the squirrel explorer's waist, dragging him forward until the tip of his cock touched Snake's anal opening. "Now, my friend... take me."

"Y-Yes..." gasped the explorer, and, gripping those enormous hips, bucked forward and plunged his cock, big and thick for his size and build but still tiny in comparison to the beast dangling between Snake's legs, into the tight and hot Rilvazen asshole. "Aahhhh! S-Snake... y-y-you're sooooo tight!" He moaned and his eyes rolled back in his head.

"You'll soon see how tight, my sweet," hissed the reptile, enjoying the feeling of a thick cock up his rear end, knowing that it wouldn't be all of the squirrel to go up there that day. "Lube me up good and proper."

And with that, Koosh began thrusting into Snake's rear, fucking him good and proper in front of that beautiful waterfall in the middle of the jungle, his mind racing, his thoughts a whirlwind of confusion, the excitement of the wonderful discovery he'd made and what it would mean for his academic career intertwined with just good this new trail he was blazing felt. Meanwhile, the Rilvazen he was plunging himself into knew the truth, that not only wasn't the explorer not blazing any new trails, but that he wouldn't be reporting back to anyone, or ever seen again, for that matter. But for now he simply enjoyed getting railed by the cute, big-dicked squirrel, stroking his own monstrous member.

With a passionate cry, they both came at the same time, their voices mingling. Koosh's thick jizz went up Snake's asshole. Snake's own seed spewed forth to coat his belly as well as splash noisily down into the water and float on the surface. His tail, which had been wrapped around the squirrel's waist, tightened and pulled him forwards, indicating he resume.

"Mmmmoooore," he groaned, wanting another go. He wanted his anal entrance lubed good and plenty, and the squirrel's load, though not meager in the slightest, just wouldn't do. Not yet.

The squirrel panted, unsure if he could continue, but something in the Rilvazen's voice made him obey, more than that, made him want to obey, to please his new friend, and again those hips began bucking. "Y-Yes..." he managed breathlessly. "Anything you say..."

"Yesss," Snake agreed, grinning as the fucking renewed, nimble fingers tightening around his own member once more, squeezing the last of the ejaculate out in a big glut of spewing spooge before starting to jack along its length. "Anything I say. Whatever I command, you'll do. Understand my little bushy-tailed morsel?"

That voice. So persuasive and dominant. The squirrel couldn't resist. He nodded, panting, tongue hanging out.

"I can't hear yoooooou," Snake teased his friend in a singsong voice, tightening the grip of his tail around him a little painfully.

"Aaghh! Y-Yes! I understand!"

"Good." The coils loosened but didn't release him.

It went on like this for some hours. Snake took it in stride, as he took everything in stride. Though his mind and body were wracked by pleasures few people would understand or ever even be able to experience, he kept his head, and his mind remained sharp and his body tense and ready, like a coiled spring, waiting for the right moment. It came shortly after Koosh did for what seemed like the tenth time. He felt a weight against his back. Something furry had collapsed against him. He felt hot breath against his shoulder blades. Grinning, he glanced back and saw the tuckered out rodent lying bent over along his bare back, glasses all but sliding off the tip of his muzzle, lenses fogged from the intense heat of their lovemaking. Were it not for the tail around his waist, the other male would collapse completely, so loose and weak were his legs from several hours of standing up. And several hours of good, deep sex standing up had taken their toll on him. Unlike Snake, his mind was foggy, his thoughts blurry and confused, and his body aching and tired. He was done and could go no further, and he told Snake so, with just the right hint of apology for failing to continue pleasing his newfound friend in his tone, something Snake greatly appreciated.

"I'm sorry... I can't... go on anymore..." came the nearly inaudible whisper, mumbled into Snake's back.

"Then I think it's time...." Snake rose a bit, his tail shifting, indicating that his friend was to move back a bit without actually moving away from him entirely.

"T-Time?" Koosh's voice was confused, tired. As he did what Snake wanted, getting up off of him, pulling free of the well-used asshole with a long, thick "schlllorrrrpppp," his glasses, teetering on the end of his nose, slid off. They landed against Snake's upper back and slid down his lower back, one arm coming into into contact with the base of that thick tail, then went over the reptile's left ass cheek and fell down to splash into the shallow water. "My glasses..." the squirrel cried out.

"Relax," Snake assured him. "You won't need them in a moment."

The glasses were forgotten. "I understand... but everything's so blurry..."

"Just follow my instructions exactly and aaaaall will be well," said that persuasively hypnotic voice as Snake moved back out to the rock he'd originally been sunning himself on when the squirrel found him.

It was getting late, the sun beginning to go down behind the cliffs the waterfall flowed down from. Time to end this so he could he could get back to relaxation the friendly explorer had so unwittingly interrupted, but this time deep in his cave behind the falls and not on the rock. And he wouldn't be alone. But the squirrel wasn't coming with him in the way he thought he was, grunting as he was gently jerked along behind the gracefully striding Rilvazen by that tail which controlled him probably even more than the confidence in Snake's voice.

"I'm going to bend over this rock," Snake said, laying one hand palm down upon it, "and you're going to shove yourself up my ass." He made sure to draw out those last few S's long and slow, and give his tongue a good flick as he glanced over his shoulder, the gaze that drilled into the squirrel's eyes making it clear he was dead serious and would listen to no arguments.

This command didn't faze Koosh in the slightest. In fact, it struck him in that moment as the most reasonable thing to ask for in the entire world, so fully was he under the horny and hungry Rilvazen's sway. He watched as Snake bent over the rock and the tail, releasing him, was raised up, exposing that asshole he'd been drilling for almost the entire day, leaking still fresh cum which drooled over over the heavy reptilian balls. Snake's own cock was still hard and lay alongside one thigh, drooling its own mixture of leftover jizz from his last orgasm and pre from his impending one.

"Make sure it's good and lubed up," said Snake. "Grab handfulsss and sssslather it onto my asshole, then shove yourssself in." He winked.

In a daze, the squirrel, squinting due to the world being a blur to him without his glasses, reached forwards and groped along between the spread ass cheeks, making Snake tense, his asshole quiver and pucker, oozing more cum, which the squirrel dug his fingers into. He scooped up great heaping handfuls of the stuff there was so much of it, and smeared it on the asshole... and in it, shoving his cum-covered hands into that orifice, and from there plunging both arms in to the elbow, then the shoulder, grunting as he began to follow Snake's command to feed himself to that ass.

In he went. He ducked his head. The asshole spread over it easily and slurped it in. With his arms forward and his shoulders thus pushed up, Koosh made a narrow figure to enter Snake from behind, and with all the cum he'd just spent pumping into his reptilian companion for several hours lining the exterior and interior of the rectum and the walls of Snake's bowels, he was sliding into the reptilian male so smoothly that Snake was barely having to do any work at all, though he did occasionally grunt and clench, and use the dangling tip of his tail pressing against first the squirrel's lower back and then, when he was swallowed up to his belly button, cock dangling still hard, against his taut buttocks.

The Rilvazen hissed and moaned in delight, rising up a bit so his cock would hang low off the rock, allowing him to stroke it as he felt the weight of the squirrel's bulge pushing his squirming stomach out and down to be cradled by that reptilian thickness. His tail tip teased against the explorer turned prey's pert asshole briefly, then slid over his balls and pushed his cock forward so it would be pressed against his belly when it went into him and not be bent back painfully. Snake was many things. But though he was casually snuffing this cute squirrel out of existence because he felt like he needed something up his butt a bit bigger than the other male could provide with just his cock, he didn't intend on causing him any unnecessary discomfort. Thus pressed against the belly, the cock would remain upright as it was taken in, and Snake's tail retracted as the head entered and was held firm against the squirrel's tummy by the tight, clenching anal ring. His asshole and Koosh's own eager wiggling could take it from here.

Speaking of wiggling, he thought, he added, loud enough to ensure he was heard by the male almost all the way inside of him, "Ssssquirm for me!"

Squirm Koosh did, kicking and wriggling as bit by bit he slid up into that ass. Snake continued pumping his fist along his cock as his belly kept ballooning outwards as more and more of the other male was added to it. Past a certain point, though, he realized their present position would make his renewed participation necessary, as just how slickened up his rear entrance was, how easily it was for Koosh to slide in, began working against them the moment the squirrel's feet left the bottom of the lake and rose from the water, toes wriggling. Now gravity and the slickness would threaten to make him slide back out just as easily as he'd been sliding in, unless Snake intervened.

Not wanting to give up what he'd decided to claim, he shifted; his tail grabbed one ankle and he rose up, hiking his ass up high, using it and the tail to lift the legs up. Now his ass was in the air and the legs and tail pointed up towards the gradually darkening shy, and now he grinned as gravity became his ally and not his enemy. He had but to relax his sphincter and let the weakly wriggling legs and long bushy tail slide in on their own, dragged down the slick anal tunnel by the prey's own weight... which is precisely what happened the moment Snake's tail released its hold on the one ankle.

"In you go," Snake whispered, more to himself than to his prey, because there was no way the squirrel could hear him.

He closed his eyes and relaxed with pure predatory delight as the now stiff and unmoving legs but wildly flicking tail went down and in with a slurp that was audible even over the roar of the waterfall. In seconds all that remained were the twitching toes and a tuft of fur from the very tip of the squirrel's big, bushy tail, and those vanished with one single, final clench of the Rilvazen's powerful anal ring. Glurp. Some cum leaked free and dribbled down between the lovely ass cheeks as the closed, sealing the rectum from view.

"Ahhhhh," Snake sighed happily. "Rrrrff... in you go, my squirrely butt-filling."

He jerked off for a few more minutes as he felt the prey - he could no longer properly be called a squirrel now, having been reduced to nothing but Snake's prey - squirming through his bowels and colon, and enjoyed the feeling of the fitful but ultimately fruitless wiggling bulges pressing outward, and came with a loud hiss and a flick of his tongue, splattering his seed all over the rock he was on.

"You feel so good and warm inside my cold-blooded body," he told his greatly appreciated friend. His tail flicked into the water and returned with the glasses that had slipped off his prey's face earlier. One lens was cracked. Snake transferred them from tail to hand, examined them, then put them on. They weren't a perfect fit, but he managed. The world looked all super-magnified and slightly blurry through them.

"Oooooh, look at me!" he said, affecting an imitation of their owner's voice, "I'm a big important explorer who wants to blaze new paths!" Chuckling and returning to his normal voice, he told the bulge, "You're not the firssst to go up there, my little--"

He was cut off by some fitful wiggling and for a second it seemed as if the prey might slide free. Again, that slickness working against him.

"Oh nooooo you don't," he chided, wagging a finger at the bulge, where impressions of the squirrel's face and hands could be seen pressing out gently, clenching his asshole extra tight to ensure everything stayed in where it belonged. "I've got you now and you're coming with me. You're mine forever. You belonged to me the minute you laid eyes on me." He chuckled and rubbed over the belly bulge. "Such a good butt-snack."

"Now then," he continued, getting up off the rock, feeling the weight of the squirrel settling in as his belly hung down. Keeping the glasses on, he walked towards the waterfall. "Now that you're all tucked in and settling down for a long nap, the longest you'll ever take, and one from which I'm sorry to say you won't awaken," he added, prodding the bulge with a finger, eliciting renewed struggles which delighted him immensely, "I think it's time for me to turn in as well." He walked into the shimmering wall of water and vanished behind it into the depths of his cavern lair, leaving behind his cum drying on the rock in the middle of the lake, and a shirt, shorts, shoes, socks and backpack lying discarded on the shore, forgotten now. Unimportant, really. If anyone found them, they'd assume their owner went skinny-dipping, and if they persisted in searching for him, Snake would be all too happy to show them where he went.

THE END.

[Kooshmeister]

I hope you've all been enjoying these, repetitive though they are. So far they've just been variations on a theme - "Snake eats me." This next one is to some extent more of the same, but adds a couple of extra characters to spice things up. And I mean really spice things up, as more than just vore goes on in this story.

The genesis of this story was that I wanted to do a kind of Hansel and Gretel type situation where one or more lost squirrels found their way to a home owned by Snake's character who was "a sexy witch," and originally it was just going to involve me, but I added other characters as Snake kept coming up with ideas for things he could do. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it.

CAST A SEXY SPELL - (M/M, M/F, Oral Vore, Anal Vore, Magic, Trapped-In-A-Painting, Bustyboy/Male with Boobs, Transformation, Gender Shifting, Pregnancy)

They were lost. There was no doubt about it. The three squirrels tromped along an overgrown dirt pathway that snaked through the trees in some dark and scary woods in the waning hours of late evening, a murky twilight filtering down. Kooshmeister was the smallest of the three, a petite male with big hips and a rather large rear end, he wore somewhat large, black-framed glasses and had brown fur with a tan underbelly and somewhat unkempt red hair. He was the leader, and he was well aware that their being lost was entirely his fault. Or at least that the others would blame him. He scowled at the map in his hands, wondering where they'd gone wrong.

"Let's face it," said Mathew, giving voice to Koosh's concerns, "we're lost." He was a big, tough-looking squirrel with gray fur, wide shoulders and a very broad chest and thick arms and legs. He tended to favor the goth or emo look, with his natural brown hair dyed midnight black with electric blue highlights, and at present he was wearing black lipstick and a gold nosering.

"We're not lost!" Koosh said defensively, rolling the map up. He glanced back at the bigger squirrel and grumbled. Although he knew Mathew was right, he wasn't in the mood to have all the blame heaped on him, however justified it might be. "We're on a path, aren't we?"

"Yeah, the most overgrown, unkempt and forgotten path in the history of paths..."

The third member of their group was Sigmund. He was taller than Koosh but shorter than Mathew. He was a bean pole. Very skinny. He had gray fur of a lighter shade than Mathew's and prominent buck teeth compared to the others, which gave him a somewhat dopey look, and indeed he wasn't terribly bright, in addition to being shy. Short black hair was kept neatly combed and parted to one side. And unlike Mathew, it was naturally black.

"Let's face it, we're lost," Mathew insisted again. He was sweaty and tired-looking.

They all were. Koosh and Sigmund had pit stains under the arms of their shirts and there was a big wet patch on the front of Mathew's tank top. Turning to consult the map again, Koosh unfolded it and promptly tripped, falling flat on his face. His glasses flew off and he dropped the map. Sigmund sighed. Mathew grumbled.

"Are you okay...?" he asked.

"Yeah..."

Koosh felt around for his glasses. He was pretty much blind without them. Thunder rumbled overhead and his friends looked up.

"I think it's gonna storm," said Sigmund, pointing out the obvious. "Come on, if we can't get out of this fucking forest by nightfall, we need to at least find shelter."

Koosh squinted, spying his glasses, and, through their lenses, he could see that the dirt path they'd been walking on terminated in a glade up ahead. Grabbing them and putting them on, he could now see the clearing ahead much better. There was some kind of structure in the middle of it. A house, it looked like. He pointed. The others saw it, too. "There's your shelter, Siggy," he announced.

Sigmund hated that nickname. As Koosh got up and hurried off, Sigmund said, "Great. And don't call me 'Siggy.'"

The three squirrels entered a beautiful-looking clearing with ankle-high leafy plants. In the center was a big, crumbling-looking old house that looked like it hadn't been lived in for ages. The lost hikers approached it and stood at the bottom of some rotten-looking steps leading up to a big front porch.

"It looks deserted," said Mathew. Now it was his turn to point out the obvious.

"All the better for us," said Koosh, trying to see the silver lining despite the fact he house kind of creeped him out. "It means we won't need to ask permission to stay."

There was another thunderclap overheard. The three flinched and it began to drizzle. "Well, what are we waiting for?" demanded Sigmund, and bounded up the stairs.

His friends followed and once they were under the porch roof out of the rain, they paused at the door. Out of habit if nothing else, Koosh tried the doorbell. Nothing. Evidently, it was broken. Mathew knocked and there was no response. The three made a unanimous decision that the house was indeed abandoned and they ought to go ahead and go in, but as Mathew reached for the doorknob, it turned by itself and the door opened, slowly swinging inwards with an eerie creak. The three squirrels were startled, but when the door finished swinging open and hung there, nothing threatening was revealed... but something surprising was.

As the trio stood framed in the doorway, gawking, they beheld an interior that looked nothing like the outside. In sharp contrast to the exterior, the inside looked not only lived in and kept up quite well, but positively lavish. Everywhere was dazzling finery of the highest order. There was lots of expensive-looking purple furniture trimmed in gold, which gave the place a quite regal if somewhat gaudy appearance. The windows were hung with rich purple velvet drapes and the floor, instead of wood, appeared to be smooth and highly-polished marble. It was a regular miniature mansion. Fine art painted on black canvas adorned the walls. The first two squirrels paid these no mind. After a moment or two of hesitation, they entered.

"The inside sure looks different," said Sigmund, who lingered longer in the doorway. When he finally followed them in, it was at a distance. He was paying attention to the paintings. And what they depicted.

Each painting was of a different nude male in the same pose. Arms up, palms out, head thrown back, eyes wide... and mouth open in a silent scream. The black of the canvas seemed to be enveloping them, forming limbs that gripped them. And each male was erect, their cocks standing stiff. Sigmund gulped. He didn't like this one bit.

"I guess whoever owns the place likes to give the impression the place is abandoned so they can have their privacy," ventured Mathew. He still wasn't looking at the paintings.

"So where are they...?" asked Koosh. He wasn't looking at the paintings either.

Sigmund was. He couldn't take his eyes off them. He shuddered. Then, to his amazement, one of the figures in the nearest painting seemed to move, shifting slowly, as though writhing in torment. Startled, Sigmund reached forward to grab Koosh's shoulder, to tell him that they should leave, and pronto, when a shadowy figure appeared behind them near the door. Even as he opened his mouth to speak, a long, slow hiss made his words die in his throat and sent shivers up all three of their spines. A hand gripped the door and slammed it shut. Wham! The trio spun, mouths agape, to behold their host. Or perhaps hostess. As it wasn't immediately apparent whether the figure standing before them was male or female.

They were a tall and lean reptile with light green skin and a creamy underbelly. Two fleshy appendages jutted out from the back of their skull like ears. Their face had a short, blunt snout and a smoky expression, eyes narrowed in a manner that spoke of perverse and forbidden lusts, of profane acts committed in dark bed chambers, the mouth set in a tight little smile that promised nothing good. The body sported wide hips and a big ass, with thick, juicy, muscled legs terminating in huge, clawed feet. As for the upper body, the creature was narrow-waisted but still fit, and jutting from the chest were two enormous, round, full and firm breasts that sagged ever so slightly but otherwise defied gravity. All of this gave the impression of femininity, but there was nothing feminine about what dangled between those thickly-muscled thighs. A flaccid cock complete with large testicles hung hot and heavy there, and, try as they might, the three hikers found their eyes occasionally drawn there. For clothing, the creature with both male and female attributes wore a tight, black leather corset, which their breasts seemed in constant danger of bursting of the top of, a long, flowing black robe trimmed in rich purple embroidery, and toesless stockings that were thigh-high.

The reptile flicked its tongue at the three. "Intrudersss..." Despite the accusation, the voice was quite melodic and soothing. Quite pleasant to listen to.

Sigmund was the first to speak, though he was positively terrified. "N-N-No!" he stammered. "N-Not at all! We were just looking for shelter."

Despite his fear, his shorts tented a bit. Something heavy seemed to hang in the air that was affecting him. All of them. Koosh was quite intrigued by their mysterious benefactor, and although he was wary, he wasn't as fearful as Sigmund. He too was tenting his shorts. Mathew seemed to be the only one who was not at all concerned. The big male looked the apparently dual-gendered creature up and down, liked what he saw, and smirked.

"Yeah..." he said, "we didn't expect to find it occupied, judging by how it looks from the outside. Fortunately for us, it happened to occupied by your sexy self. My, my, don't you just look fine..."

Their host seemed amused. Koosh just glared at his big friend. "Can you not be a pervert for five seconds?" he admonished him, then turned back to the reptile. "I apologize for my friend. He can be a bit uncouth sometimes."

The reptile crossed his arms. "So I see..." He was grinning now, like the cat who caught the canary.

"I'm Kooshmeister, but my friends just call me Koosh," said the red-haired squirrel, introducing himself. "The big dope is Mathew--"

"Hey!" yelled Mathew. The reptile eyed him, eyes agleam. He was interested.

Koosh ignored Mathew's outburst. "...and the little bundle of nerves is Siggy, or Sigmund."

Their host turned and regarded the third squirrel. Sigmund simply raised one quivering hand and waved. "How charming," said the scantily-clad reptile, then turned back to Koosh. "And I am... well, my name isn't terribly important, but if it matters you can just call me Snake."

"Please to meet you, Snake," Koosh said, and his two friends likewise mumbled something similar. "Anyway, like Mathew said, we just wanted some shelter. May we spend the night in your house?"

Snake didn't respond, although he did uncross his arms. There was a long silence, broken only by the soft "thp" of Snake's forked tongue flicking in and out of his mouth. Koosh swallowed and takes a step towards the big-breasted reptile.

"If not, we, uh, we can be on our way..." He trailed off.

Still Snake said nothing.

"Not much of a talker is she...?" observed Mathew, whose initial infatuation with Snake was fading quickly in the face of what he saw as the reptile's rudeness.

Now it was Snake's turn to get irritated. "I'm a 'he,' thank you very much. Don't let these fool you." So saying, he grasped his large breasts in either hand, squeezing them. The nipples peeked over the top of the corset. Mathew stared, his lust once again begin to win out over his annoyance. Sigmund just gulped. After a moment, Snake released the breasts and too a few steps towards his guests. "I'm male," he continued. "Or consider myself male at this time. Which is more than I can say for one of you..."

The squirrels blinked and looked at one another. What did that mean? Of course, they were all guys. Before they could begin to properly comprehend the meaning of Snake's words, the reptile raised both hands. A gust of wind rushed in, seemingly from nowhere, making his cloak billow, blowing at the squirrels. Snake stared at them. His cock began to stiffen and lengthen, rising up to its full and proud pulsing glory.

Sigmund took a step back and Snake turned, pushing him into a sitting position on the floor in front of a big black canvas very much like the ones adorning the walls, but which was blank, apparently not having been painted on yet. Holding his palm outward towards him, Snake made a gripping motion in the air and then yanked his fist towards himself. With rrrrip, Sigmund's clothes were jerked forward and torn off of him, leaving him naked. He yelped and cringed away from the reptilian witch. Koosh glowered and took a step towards Snake, intending to intervene, but was smacked aside. He landed on the floor. Snake reached towards him and he too had his clothing magically torn away, leaving him lying there naked. Both he and Sigmund were very erect, their cocks bulging thickly.

Snake then eyed Mathew. "You. You'll be the one. Strip."

"What--?" cried the big squirrel, uncomprehending. He had no idea just how much his life was about to change. Or how little time he had left.

"Strip," the witch commanded more forcefully.

Mathew protested, and so an impatient Snake waved his hand. Mathew's words choked off into silence as something came over him, the big male's eyes seeming to glaze over, his mouth going slack. "I..." he started to say, then trailed off into silence. Snake lowered his arm slightly, pointing his hand with his palm towards the muscular male. Almost immediately, something began to happen. Mathew lurched and groaned. The other two squirrels scooted a little further away to either side, watching wide-eyed as an incredible change came over their friend. His muscular body began to diminish, wasting away before their eyes. More than that, his build was altering. His shoulders became narrower. Still broad, but nevertheless more rounded and less aggressive-looking. He was also reducing in height. In mere moments, he was no longer the biggest person in the room. His waist thinned out a little and his hip bones expanded. Wide. Wider. Becoming exceptionally full. Child-bearing hips, Snake noted with a smirk as Mathew's ass also ballooned out, not as big as the reptile's, but still pretty plump.

As he groaned, Mathew arched his back and his friend gasped aloud as the final changes occur that altered the very nature of who and what Mathew was. His chest swelled outward, his hard pectorals becoming rounder and softer, bulging out the front of his tank top as a pair of very large breasts began taking shape. Big, firm ones with thick nipples. Gasping, Mathew grabbed at them in disbelief, panting, then took hold of either side of the shirt and pulled, ripping it off, crying out as his new girly tits spilled forth into view. And then he made an odd sound and stiffened, staring straight ahead in discomfort. A new and even more startling change was occurring somewhere else in his body, and he felt it on an emotional level before he did on a physical one. The other two squirrels quickly realized what had triggered this reaction. The bulge in Mathew's shorts was shrinking! Dropping the tattered remnants of his shirt, Mathew grabbed at his crotch. His prodigious length was... shrinking!

He panted and gasped in an increasingly higher and, yes, more feminine voice, undoing his belt and unzipping his shorts, pushing them and his boxers down, and everyone watched as his genitals didn't merely shrink but retracted into his pelvic region. Penis and testicles vanished into a magically formed vertical orifice. The balls receded entirely into the depths of this opening, while his increasingly smaller and smaller cock became nestled inside of it, forming what appeared to be--No, what was in fact a large clitoris.

Mathew had a pussy.

Where once a big, strong male squirrel stood, there is now an exceptionally attractive goth girl of medium height and built with nice hips, a plump rear end and voluptuous breasts. "I'm..." the newly transformed female struggle for words, "I'm a..."

The other two squirrels were horrified. Sigmund, looking morbidly afraid, covered his mouth. Koosh simply stared in disbelief, sweating. Snake ignored them.

"Less than you were," he said, finishing Mathew's words for her. "But so much more. You'll be my mate for the evening. I'm going to breed you, my dear." Mathew sobbed openly. "Weep not, my dear," the reptilian witch said gently. "Enjoy yourself."

His voice was compelling. Mathew, although Snake knew he'd need to think up a new name for the new female, began to moan and grope over her new form, squeezing her breasts and fingering her new pussy. Snake undressed, stripping out of his cloak and corset. His huge breasts hung free, as did his large, thick reptilian member and heavy balls. As he walked towards Mathew, he took the new sexy goth chick version of him into his arms and kissed her deeply and passionately, his breasts smushing into hers, his cock sliding along Mathew's bare thigh and leaving a trail of slimy precum.

To the transformed former male, he said, "Mathew won't do as a name for you anymore. I think I'll call you Mathilda." Mathilda didn't seem to mind this in the least.

Koosh watched from his position on his back a few feet away. Sigmund began touching himself despite his fear. Something, some force, was keeping the two from interfering and even making them uncontrollably horny. Behind Sigmund, the surface of the canvas began to shift and bulge ominously. He didn't notice. Dark shapes stretched out towards him, inches from touching his neck and back. Gripping himself, he began to masturbate as he watched his changed and renamed friend begin to get it on with their bewitching host.

Snake bore Mathilda to the floor and got atop her. Grabbing her arms, he shoved his thick maleness into her waiting sex. They both moaned out. "Mmm, what a nice, tight, wet cunt you have for me, my dear..." he said. He began pumping his hips, sinking his member deeper and deeper into that newly-created cunny, son hilting in Mathilda, making her arch her back and moan. Snake leaned over forward and licked over the goth squirrel girl's breasts, nibbling at her nipples. "You're so fertile. I can feel it. I'm going to make you swell with my young... and then I shall feast!"

He bucked his hips harder and faster. Koosh could watch no longer. Managing to fight against whatever it was that was keeping him and Sigmund compelled to stay rooted to the spot, he struggled up and crawled over, grabbing at Snake's arm. "Get off of him!" He still had yet accepted that his male friend no longer existed as he knew him.

Snake turned, his eyes smoldering. He smacked Koosh's hand away, knocking the red-haired male backwards onto his butt. "I don't like interfering meddlers..." he hissed fiercely, "bad eggs..." He got an idea and grinned, turning and looking down at the moaning mess that was Mathilda. "One moment, my sweet, while I take care of this irritating distraction."

Mathilda nodded. The squirrel who had once been Mathew was completely under the witch's control at this point and totally loyal to him. Snake got off of her, his cock pulling free of her cunt with a slow slurp than made her gasp and squirm. She lay fingering herself as she watched her new master rise and walk towards Koosh, who scooted backwards on his ass in an effort to get away.

"S-Stay away...!"

"Yes, a bad egg," the witch said. "That's what you are. Let's change that. Let's change you into..." he pointed at Koosh and the squirrel's eyes widened and he began trembling uncontrollably, "...a good egg!"

He laughed. Now Koosh wasn't merely trembling, he was undergoing a violent, quaking seizure as though electricity was flowing through him. He flailed so forcefully his glasses flew off. Snake continued pointing at him and he began shrinking down and contorting, curling himself into a ball, tucking his fluffy tail up between his legs. Squishy, wet cracking sounds filled the air as a shell began forming over him, and, under the proud gaze of the witch, he turned into an egg! It was pebbly and slightly larger than a soda can, and sat on the floor wobbling for a moment, then fell still. Snake smirked, pleased with himself.

Sigmund gasped. Then he felt something touch him and jerked up, turning, crying out as he saq the bulging shapes of malformed hands, tentacles and even penises stretching and oozing through the black canvas. He screamed. He made a pitiful effort to rise, but was seized by those groping appendages and yanked back until he was flush with the rippling surface of the canvas. The hands gripped him tightly. The tentacles begam encircling him. And the cocks probe at his asshole, demanding entrance. Which they got, the skinny male crying out as he was penetrated. Worse, he was slowly sinking into the canvas as though it is made of oil. He thrashed, but the fiendish spirits from beyond only gripped him tighter.

Snake ignored him and bent down to pick up the egg he just created. Mathilda also ignored him, more interesting in pleasuring herself and watching what her master was doing. Her fingers worked in and out of her pussy as she watched the tall reptile holding the egg. "A good egg sits quietly and doesn't interfere," Snake said to the inanimate thing he held in his hand. "And in my domain, eggs only go in one place..."

He turned and squatted, spreading his legs, cock hanging hot and heavy down towards the floor. With his free hand, he grabbed one ass cheek and pulled it aside, revealing a puckered anus. He bore the egg down and under himself, and pushed it against his opening, then shoved it up and in, grunting as the egg slipped into him with surprising ease despite its girth. Soon only the broad bottom of the egg was sticking out. He hissed and pressed one fingertip against it and pushed. It went inside and his asshole closed over it, leaving no trace of the egg. With a satisfied groan and still ignoring the imperiled Sigmund, Snake turned back to Mathilda. He rose, enjoying the feeling of the egg moving further up his colon.

"Now. Where were we...?"

He re-mounted her, shoving his cock inside, and resumed fucking her, bucking his hips, tail thrashing. Mathilda was sweating, moaning mess beneath him, and Snake grinned down at her in hungry triumph. It wasn;t long before Mathilda experienced her first female orgasm, which was also to be her last, her cunt clenching around Snake's length, squirting pussy juices everywhere. Snake hit his own climax at the same time, groping and squeezing his breasts and playing with his nipples, then releasing them and grabbing Mathew's hips to pull her groin flush with his, so that he was as deep inside of her as he can possibly be. He came fiercely, flooding the goth girl's love tunnel with his incredibly potent seed. Some of squirted out around his hilted shaft.

"Mmm, yes, can you feel it, my darling? My seed taking root in your brand new womb."

Panting, Mathilda looked down, eyes widening at the sight of her belly swelling, and not just from how much cum Snake was pumping into her. Grinning, he rubbed over her belly and made it bulge and bloat out more, using magic to make the baby - or babies - growing inside of her to grow at an unnaturally fast rate. In seconds, Mathew was heavily pregnant. Being impregnated meant the gender changing spell was now permanent. There was no way back for her. Mathilda was going to be a woman for the rest of her life, which could be measured in moments. Not that it mattered. For although the witch had given her his seed and made sure it impregnated her, she wouldn't carry their child or children to term. He just wanted to add a few extra pounds to her so that she'd fill him up better.

Snake opened his maw wide and bent down towards her. "Now feed me, my pregnant lovely..."

He engulfed her head and slowly swallowed her down. She didn't struggle much, so fully under her master's spell was she. Gulp, gulp, gulp! His mouth stretched over her shoulders and he sucked in her breasts, then like an egg-eating snake he swallowed over her pregnant belly, his cock popping free of her sex below with a lewd "glorp," and he tossed his head back, flinging the squirrel's legs and tail into the air, and makes several lunging gulps upwards, devouring the weakly-kicking legs and fluffy tail. Mathilda's toes and the very tip of her tail vanished past Snake's lips, and his flicked his tongue happily and then loosed a thick belch, massaging his bloated tummy, which was filled to overflowing with pregnant goth chick.

"Mmm, delicious..."

He turns and lazily watched as his final "guest" endured the violation of the otherworldly creatures pulling him into the black canvas. Sigmund screamed and moaned, his cock twitching and spurting forth cum as he orgasms from having his ass violated by the cocks. He was now almost entirely sunken into the malleable surface. With a final jerk, he was tugged in fully, sinking backwards out of sight in the upright framed canvas. For a moment, it remained blank, the surface rippling. Then, like a ghostly image, Sigmund, surrounded by abominable groping limbs, "swam" forward into view, and slammed against an invisible barrier, the surface now as hard as steel and as see-through as murky glass. He was pushed against it and held there, cock smushed up against his belly, palms pressed against the unyielding surface, eyes bulging out of his head, mouth open in a silent scream as the ghostly hands felt over him and the tentacles continued to writhe and encircle him. But rather than drag him back into the dark depths, he was held there in full view, as though he was on display, trapped just beyond the outside world.

"And it looksss like I have a new decoration," Snake observed. He rose, groaning as the weight of Mathilda settled, and went over to the new macabre "living painting."

Sigmund squirmed and wriggled against the barrier, mouthing pleas for assistance that Snake not only didn't hear but wouldn't have heeded if he could. The third squirrel was the only survivor of the trio of hikers who'd blundered into the witch's house, although his final fate couldn't really be called living. Like everyone else in the other paintings he'd been entirely justified in finding so creepy earlier, Sigmund was now trapped forever in an eternal living death in a black void where he'd know only fear and nonstop sexual violation. Snake bent over and picked the frame up, smirking as he held it level so that he and the trapped squirrel were face to face. He licked the surface over Sigmund's face, "kissing" him.

"Enjoy your stay. You'll be making my home more lively and interesting for eternity." He turned and hung the "art" on the wall. Standing back, he put his hands on his hips and admired the silently screaming, struggling squirrel. His belly gurgled as it digests its meal. Then he yawned. "Mmm, it's late. I should go to bed."

Paying no more heed to Sigmund, he turned and went to bed, flicking the light off. Outside, the storm intensified. Lighting flashed through the windows, briefly illuminating the discarded and torn piles of clothing and the eternally voiceless misery of all the trapped and doomed souls. They were visible for just a moment in the lightning flash, and then gone as the lightning faded, leaving the room in darkness.

THE END.