Samira’s vacation
(soft vore, lewds, graphic digestion, petplay)
 
Samira looked up from under her straw hat with her slitted, golden eyes. He loved those contorted grimaces and adorable noises her pet sergal made when she toyed with him. She tasted his pre more frequently now as her scaly lips gently bobbed over his cock. Her palette felt the little divets her stomach juices had burnt into the warm member some months ago and she loved every single one of them. She would have used her tongue to feel them if that was not already coiled around his base ad busy slipping into his similarly permanently acid burned sheath. She heard him gasp, his breath ceasing as his hips shuddered. She knew what was coming next. She lifted her hands from toying with his firm butt and hard working balls just in time to firmly catch his wrists. He was always getting cuddly when he was about to come in her maw but she wanted him to feel exposed, at her mercy, like prey. Samira knew that was only intensifying his pleasure and by that means hers as well. With a noisy slurp she took his adorable length deeper, pushed her forked tongue onwards to bottom out in the bitter, oily fur pouch. Ignoring the burning sensation of pooling stomach acids which were trying to urge her to consume her pet, she started to smirk right as he peaked. Above her she saw his triangular jaw drop from his wedge shaped long furred snout. Samira stopped moving altogether, focussing on every little throb from her pet, watched how the metal tag on his collar bounced under his shudders while his salty gift splattered over her palette. She could taste the effect of his rather piscine diet, a savoury side effect of the tropical island resort she was spending her vacation in.
Samira pulled off his loins with a slow movement, that teasing smirk still engraved on her face as she swallowed his load, tracing it down her scaly neck with slender fingers.
“Mhh tasty. Maybe I should go and see if I can catch one of those dolphins we saw at the reef yesterday. I wonder if my pussy juices also get that umami taste from all the seafood.”
“Sorry…. Mistress.” panted the sergal.
“Don’t you sorry me, Frost. I like the different taste. Is my little fluffy wedge ready for the pool now, without fear of his cock popping out the whole time? And thank you for that little treat, you two” she snickered, nuzzling his warm furred balls.
“Yes, I think so.” he said and went down on his knees to meet her and threw his arms around her in a tight hug. Samira’s breasts had shrunk a fair bit since their vacation had started. He just felt a little presence pressing back against his chest now where a luxurious cushion had been before. An effect of Samira taking a break of eating one two to eight people a month for her vore streams. She had noticed too, because when she freed herself from her pet’s adoration she cupped her breasts and snickered. “My brother might be onto something with this fruit stuff but it really does not work out for these puppies. But as soon as I check in on my work mail again, I will be flooded with prey requests.”
“Don’t you miss it?”
She smirked at him, knowing that this was about him missing the spectacle of her serpentine body taking lives and reducing people to neat jars full of snake shit and warm cushions stuffed with bleached fur.
“Well, the hunt, the squirms, the muffled screams, I do miss. But when I am out here, snacking on buffets, slurping cocktails and maybe taking the odd fish from the ocean I won’t get any whiny mails about how I should have guessed someone’s kid was lying about their age to get in my belly. Or the weird medications some of those snacks are on and how they fuck with my body because they did not bother to tell me? No I am not missing that. Also If I do not spend four hours a day chatting with horny people to grab their excess money, I can relax and snuggle with my pet so much more.”
That last part made Frost smile too and he hugged her again.
“Yes, I am addicted to you too.” Samira cooed and nuzzled the stump of the ear she had nearly digested off his head.
“Once I ate some wolf guy and whatever stuff he took made me really dizzy and melancholic. I nearly ate you that evening.” she confessed into his fluffy ear stump.
“That would not have been the worst, mistress.”
“It would have for me. Don’t you worry. You will still get to die feeding me. But not now. I still need you.”
“I can’t stop thinking of your stomach though. It has been so long since you ate anyone.”
“Tell you what. You go play at the pool, I soak up some sun and in the evening I will swallow you down until you hurt all over and then retch you off the balcony right into the pool. I am on vacation but no celebrity is complete without an easily monetised minor scandal. Just be sure to blow the pool boy once they are done cleaning up my vomit”
 
Komatsu was relaxing at the beach, enjoying the warm sun on his orange fur and the heat of the sand gently seeping into his busy stomach. He usually stretched his large taur body out and put it on display proudly, however while his belly bulge gave away his illegal meal, he preferred laying on it and keeping the bulge that used to be an otter to remain hidden from view. He looked around, watching the other beachgoers, thinking with his still busy stomach or his sizeable balls depending on who he looked at. He did not have any plans to move in the next hour or so, but it was amusing to just daydream a bit. Thoughts like “I wonder if that otter can fit my knot.” or “I bet that bunny couple would make a great dinner” were drifting through his relaxing mind until a sudden surge of recognition tingled his spine. His eyes were locked on a sergal that was walking right past him. The colours were just like the sergal he knew from the streams and while it was not that uncommon for people to wear collars, the nearly completely gone left ear was a dead giveaway. It had been almost entirely digested off when that sergal had been willingly stewing in Komatsu’s rolemodel’s stomach. He felt his loins heating up and his sheath stirred against the soft warm sand as memories of those many naga vore videos starring that sergal as her sidekick occupied his mind. They were the main reason while his nearly twentieth victim was currently losing its humanoid shape inside his belly. And when he realised that he who had no issues subduing and consuming smaller people suddenly felt too shy to talk to someone he regarded as a kinky kind of personal hero. Well, almost.
“Hey, err, excuse me. Are you Frost, by any chance?” he asked, shuddering when the sergal stopped and turned around. When the long wedge shaped head turned towards him searching for the voice, Komatsu remained almost motionless before managing to lift a hand at last, waving at the sergal.
“I am, but how do you know me?” the slim but thick furred sergal asked, making a few cautious steps towards him. Komatsu was feeling all giddy, getting to talk to him, at least a little.
“Well, you know.” he said, anxious about mentioning in public that he had seen him rub screaming stomach bulges in his mistress’s body. Had paid extra to watch her crap out former people with the help of his kneading hands. Or how he had been watching when Frost had been working really hard to impregnate his serpentine owner to allow her to dump a lot of her many preys’ calories in the shape of eggs. Komatsu pointed at the half digested ear stump and gave the sergal an excited smile.
“Ohh, you are one of our viewers?”
“Yes, yes.” the fox taur hushed and looked over his shoulders as if afraid he would be heard.
“Don’t be afraid, no one will know.” the sergal chuckled. “So far you are the only one who recognised us.”
“Us? Is she here as well?” the fox asked, wincing a bit as he felt his oily cock tip sliding into the sand now. But there was no helping it.
“Of course. I go wherever she goes. I even travelled in an air transport cage like the other pets.” the sergal replied, beaming proudly.
“She made you travel in a cage?” Komatsu sighed. “That is not nice.”
“What? No! I requested that. And since I am collared and everything, and she has my paper work, it worked out well. She is still jealous because she got shitty airline food and I simply gulped the cat in the cage next to me.” Frost presented his pretty chipped claws. “With enough boredom, I can pick locks with these.” he explained, adding a little burp for emphasis. No bleached fur flew out, but he managed to get the point across.
 
Komatsu was a horny mess now and he had to lift his rear up a bit, so his growing arousal did not get completely coated in sand. Unfortunately Frost noticed that and chuckled. The sergal grinned teasingly and walked around the semi crouching taur, aiming to tease him over his excitement, but then his eyes fell on the swollen belly now pulled partially from its sand hole.
“Ohhh pretty.” Frost cooed and simply taking the liberty to touch the busy stomach, enjoying its warmth its sound and suddenly it was the sergal’s sheath’s turn to twitch eagerly when he felt the clear imprint of a shoulder.
“That’s a person.” he said softly so no one else heard him besides the fox.
“Shhh! Not out here. Yes I… I took the pool otter while everyone was still asleep. Ever since I got addicted to Samira’s work I was feeding on people whenever I could. He is number nineteen.”
Komatsu was biting his tongue and folded his ears flat. Why had he admitted to mass murder. Why was he not keeping his mouth shut? And why were his eyes locked on the familiar but this time real life sight of Frost’s acid pitted cock emerging. The sergal approved of him? Or at least his body did?” His ears popped back up.
 
“So, do you want to go to a private spot so I can help you destroy the evidence?” Frost asked with a flirty smile.
Komatsu simply nodded. “I will make it worth your time. I always wanted a rub from you. I can still hear Samira’s moans from that lion stream.”
“Do you have any idea how many lions my mistress has consumed?” Frost chuckled with a teasing wink.
“The feral one.”
“Oh that one. Good times. She has his mane in the cushion she uses for her head now.”
“Ok, now I kind of need to hurry before I draw too much attention.” Komatsu whispered, nodding towards his fully exposed three foot cock.
This time Frost gasped. Then pointed towards a sandy dune that had a lot of wild herbs and shrubs growing on it. They could be hidden-ish there. In a hurry it was good enough. Frost had emerged from there the day they had arrived at the resort, prepared to tell people it was sun lotion not naga cum that drenched his face, but nobody had cared enough to ask.
 
As Komatsu waddled over there, his drooping belly and giant erection working to advertise themself and hide the other, depending on what angle one looked at him, while Frost was constantly petting his noisy midsection.
“I really did look forward to sucking off that otter.” the sergal muttered to which the huge fox taur let out a cute guilty meep.
Soon they were hidden from sight entirely and with a bit of noise discipline, no one would notice they were there at all. Frost gestured for Komatsu to roll on his side and the lumbering fox eagerly obliged. Then and without the slightest hesitation Frost leaned into that vulpine gut and just sank his outstretched hands deeply into the churning dome. He felt healthy layer of fat squishing between his fingers before reaching the part that made him murr in excitement. The powerful stomach’s slow, methodical contractions and the occasional shift in nearly fresh prey were flowing under his paws, causing a wide grin to appear on Frost’s face and a very leaky, acid burned tip to slide from his sheath.
“Your stomach feels so good.” he huffed at the fox who was just shivering with a mix of a moan and a groan as hands which had helped to turn dozens of people into smooth reptile waste were rubbing over his busy guts.
“I think most of the tissue is gone.” narrated Frost, feeling along the torso of the corpse just inches under his touch. Memories of Samira’s feedings and his own trip to her slimy belly flooded his mind and turned him on even more. His desire to be consumed for good welled up again. But not here, not by him. There was only one stomach he belonged in, so he simply rode the wave of fresh arousal as his left paw sank into a spot the otter’s belly should have occupied.
“Yes, his guts are already strewn about. My, you have one hungry belly.”
“I did not reach the weight of a rodent car by eating salad.” the fox chimed in proudly, basking in the attention received by the sergal who loved his dream.
“Is this how it goes with Samira too?” he asked curiously.
“Oh not at all. Her prey is almost always stretched out. With you I feel femurs next to a skull. Well she does that too when she ate a group of prey but you know what I mean.”
The fox knew and told him with a low coo and a little splatting noise that drew Frost’s pointy snout to another difference.
“And with her there is no huge cock leaking pre all over the place he added, biting his lower lip as he watched thick beads of slightly murky liquid drop onto a growing patch of wet sand under its gently throbbing source.
“Can you go multiple times in a row?” Frost asked out of the blue as he used his long fluffed tail tip to brush the sand off the wonderful mating tool, smirking as he noticed just how much sheath oils and vulpine leakage his fur carried back along with the sand.
“Not that well. I can edge for a long time though. But I am no feline for sure. Or a sergal.” Komatsu admitted and looked down to the big slender member that sprouted from Frost’s sheath. He knew from the many videos he had collected how much stamina and virility the sergal possessed. Komatsu loved how the thick sheath had not even peeled back. Unimpeded by knots or similar features the ridged spire with its excessively alluring stomach damaged tip was just out there, under his nose almost. A part of him wanted to get bred by Frost.
“Would you…. Would you fuck me too though?” the fox asked at last, shivering with anticipation, some anxiety and probably half a gallon of pent up lust that needed to escape.
Frost paused for a second. He had just imagined the fox taur wanted to screw him into a cute panting mess but he kept getting more submissive with every stroke of his well trained hands over his churning belly. A sly smirk crept on the sergal’s face.
“Does the big evil maneating fox want to be a little toy for his idol’s pet?” he asked and got some enthusiastic nodding back, both from the vulpine’s head and his now jolting member.
“I think I do.” the fox answered before Frost stepped towards the large fluffy face, his pointy erection sitting neatly at head height for the huge predator.
 
Komatsu was supporting his upper half on an elbow to somewhat level his head. He looked up at the sergal’s long fur coat. Almost silvery grey at his flat belly bordered darker tones on his flanks and Frost was looking down at him with curious excitement. Komassu only used his keen nose and the sense of radiating heat to guide his slightly parted black lips towards the source of that sour and salty smell of virility. He felt so proud when a bitter tang spread over his soft tongue like a fire and the sergal shuddered as his lips slipped over his member, slowly taking it in as if to memorise every little divot, pit and groove his mistress’s stomach had inflicted on it. The texture felt quite exotic and the thought of feeling it under his tail soon was driving him wild. He stared up as if asking for approval and noticed some slightly chaotic patches of fur the cameras never picked up during Frost’s stream appearances. Searching hands almost as broad as the sergal’s waist soon found more acid burn scars under that long fur coat, making him shudder. Frost was scarred all over his body from nearly being digested to death by the naga they both devotedly admired. And still they both knew this had been one of the best times in Frost’s life.
The little dog tag on Frost’s collar started to jingle as the sergal gripped the fox’s big ears like soft fluffy handlebars and started to gently thrust his length in and out of Komatsu’s snout. If the guy could fit a whole poolboy in there, a juicy sergal cock was no challenge.
“Did you eat people before finding Samira’s streams?” Frost asked, only to moan when a flat tongue pressed partially into his sheath and found the fox utterly unwilling to pull back from his leaking shaft. But he nodded slightly and mumbled around his treat.
“Only once.”
“And her inspiration made you consume and kill dozens just to feed?” Frost asked, feeling how the subject and his connected fantasies and memories were driving his lust.
“Almost twenty.” mumbled the fox, saliva and sergal pre stringing from the edges of his maw. “I saw how much you two enjoyed it. So I ate life prey, rubbed my cock on the wiggling bulges…. Pretending it was you.”
“The bulge?”
“The hands.”
 
Frost felt an exciting cocktail of arousal, genuine affection and pride shoot up his brain as he heard that and saw a jolt of more white leaning liquid shoot out the fox’s member.
“I will go back to rubbing once you got your treat.” The sergal huffed and gripped the ears more firmly. Komatsu moaned as an increasing pace led to warm sergal nuts plapping against his chin until Frost let out a chittering grunt and long warm ropes of thick semen landed all over his tongue and palette. He found the taste a little fishy, something he thought would have suited the otter he was currently digesting but all the same he made the best impression of a purr and opened his maw to let Frost watch as his curved tongue funnelled his mess towards a gaping, man eating throat and drained down all that cum.
 
“Good boy.” Frost purred as he watched his sticky load slide off the back of the fox taur’s tongue. He had picked up a think or two about teasing submissive characters from his owner and loved to put his skills to use from time to time.
“Do you want another round?” They both asked in unison, Komatsu showing a bashful and Frost a hungry grin afterwards.
“Maybe use my tailhole? It should still be otter free for a few hours.” offered the fox.
“I was going to return the favour while dangling my balls in your face, but I like your idea more. Expect plenty of belly rubs though.”
 
Frost pushed out his tongue in a cute little blep as he saw the huge fox basically pant eagerly. He walked around the spread out, noisily churning midsection of the surprisingly docile and adorable taur, glancing at the profoundly leaking cock gently pulsating above his lower belly.
“Some of Samira’s bigger fans just want to eat me to steal me from her, or some other ego trip.” Frost narrated as he lifted Komatsu’s heavy nuts to get a clean access to the large pink star below them. He went on as he pressed his well soaked taper against its middle.
“I am very thankful that you are different. And I will try to show you how much I like that.” the sergal said and arched his back, pushing his slender but nicely textured cock inside. The old acid burns were working their magic now as his member slipped deeper into Komatsu’s bowels and caressed the soft fleshy walls as it went along.
“So warm~” Frost huffed and looked up into a needy face that seemed to say ‘breed me!’ a bit hard given it was attached to a male man eater. But that only aroused the sergal more. He pulled back and paused for a few seconds just to not come again already and then paced himself as he thrusted in and out, finding his size to basically vanish inside the bigger male. Still if the clenches and lip bites were an indication, Komatsu really loved it.
Once he was settled in nicely, Frost leaned forwards, resting his loins against the fox’s heavy balls and reaching forwards, one hand grabbing the vulpine’s fat sheath, barely managing to close around it, the other reaching way farther to feel up the warm furred belly. Frost shuddered and shot a rope of pre into his cute lover when he felt the guts below his second hand lurch and heard the gurgling. He knew that what woke up as a cute otter poolboy this morning was being pumped through the winding entrails just underneath his fingers this very second. Even though Frost was not thrusting at the moment at all, the mental image spreading in his imaginary eye was too much. He was seeing the brownish chyme, laden with dulled claws and bleached fur slowly meandering just under his hand, fueling this sexy fox he was fucking as the liquid slowly thickened into shit, on its way towards his own cock. It was simply too good. With an adorable and unintentionally loud merp Frost climaxed a second time, coming a great deal harder than the first one. His shuddering loins pressed as firmly on the fox as the loose sand below allowed and rope after rope of sergal cum was unloaded into Komatsu’s rear.
When he was done, he pulled out while his tip as still leaking and straddled the fox to press his slightly softened member against the taur’s unyielding erection.
“Sorry for the short ride, I just imagined what your guts were doing to that otter.” he whispered in case people were close by.
 
“Gosh I wish that sludge was me in Samira’s intestines.” Komatsu said and clasped his hands to his snoot a second later, but Frost’s grin already returned with his one and a half ears perking up.
“Is that so?” he asked, rubbing over Komatsu’s leaky member from his cheeks to his own pointy tip. “Do you want me to ask her to pause her diet for her biggest fan?” he asked and lifted a hand to his mostly digested ear, caressing its jagged edge.
“Do you want this to happen to yours as well?”
 
Now it was Komatsu’s turn to squirm and moan into his hands as he was shaken by a sudden climax. He looked at Frost, felt the sergal’s cum in his ass, tasted it on his tongue, looked at the teasing face and that sexy jagged ear. Imagining how his entire body would slowly flow through his mistress’ guts, fueling her, becoming part of her, have people bid for his jarred remains once she had extracted every ounce of useful matter from his corpse and shat out the rest.
The first throb was violent enough to lift Frost up an inch and the accompanying jet of semen sailed right past his own face, but the next five all spilled over his feral half’s belly, soaking into his fur.
“I take that as a yes.” giggled Frost and scooped some fox cum up with his fingers and licked it off.
“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up and maybe promoted to naga fat.
 
When Samira felt a shadow fall over her face, she only paid attention to the scent of her pet, not the rather potent aroma of fox semen in the air surrounding her. In her long experience of preying on the various subspecies, vulpines invariably always smelled of cum since they were natural born sexual powerhouses with only twice the survival instinct of anthro lapines. This place needed to lose some anti predation laws in her opinion. But she was due to return home in five days anyway.
“Hello Frost, what got you all excited?” she asked, without opening her eyes until she did not get a reply. She blinked and then looked through the wide round sunglasses she wore and saw why there was so much shade. Her pet had returned in the company of a horse sized fox taur and one look on his face told Samira this hulking fox, big and noisily digesting something suspiciously person sized as he was, was one of the subby yet exceedingly needy kind of fox. Of course frost would befriend him.
“You made a new friend?”
Sergal and fox nodded in adorable unison before Frost finally spoke up, giving Komatsu plenty of time to move his gaze up and down Samira’s barely covered curves and coils and her an opportunity to tolerate the staring with a smirk. She loved the attention but would rarely admit it.
“Well, Komatsu here came up to me and first I thought he wanted to eat me.”
“Which you totally minded?”
The sergal shifted uncomfortably and just resumed with the tale.
“He recognised me from my half digested ear and then kept talking about you and our streams and so on.”
“Yes, but you told him I am not going to fly home pregnant, right?”
“Yes I did and..” the sergal felt that his mistress might be a bit irritable after being woken up and struggled to find the right words when he was being interrupted by the fox.
“I just… I want to feed those coils so badly. I don’t care if we have sex first, it is just I never thought I would run into you in real life and I think I could not bear returning home without having tried to feed myself to you.”
Frost was just nodding repeatedly and now Samira took off her sunglasses and sat up, at least as much as lamias could. She looked around, seeing that of course people were already looking at them suspiciously.
“Do I need to remind you that this resort is in a country with firm anti predation laws and that I do not intend to get arrested over some fan service?” she recited what hse had learnt by heart just for such occasions. She felt actually sorry, again as much as lamias could, as she looked into Komatsu’s face. Frost seemed disappointed but the fox looked as if she had just informed him that his girlfriend got run over by a bus and he was slated to die of testicular cancer. He looked heartbroken.
“My eyes are up here, big guy.” she snickered and seeing her sly reptilian grin brought some life back into his eyes.
“How about I let you treat me to some lunch in your room and I will give you an autograph or something?” she said and the fox nodded enthusiastically enough to make his long ears flop around. With her grin widening, Samira whispered to Frost so the nosy prudes won’t hear.
“You come after me a bit later and bring the equipment.”
Frost then joined her in grinning ear to ear and climbed up Komatsu’s back.
“Onwards, noble steed.” he said theatrically. “Towards bungalow 81”.
Samira smirked after the two silly boys, knowing that before long one was going to die in her stomach and the latter would be jealous of the former.
 
Samira arrived a while later as the other guests were funnelling into the hotel restaurant. She was going to have a much better and more filling meal she assumed. If the fox did not change his mind. When she was let into the large bungalow which kind of housed the huge fox taur adequately, she was not the least surprised to find the fox laying on his side on a massive bed and her aroused pet rubbing over his slightly swollen belly with great enthusiasm.
“Hello boys. I see you are already warming up.” she chuckled, her flicking tongue tasting a fair bit of vulpine musk and that her pet had probably been leaking precum onto the bed and her dinner for some time now.
The large taur shily laid down his ears and her pet just smirked.
“I can’t resist a maneater’s belly.”
“I know sweetie. And it does look good on him.”
That made the fox smile again.
“I am glad you came. I have to say, you are a bit of a voracious idol of mine. He would still be alive for sure if it was not for you.” he said, patting his gut which looked harmless and pudgy now, but everyone in the room knew the thick mass meandering through his intestines used to have a name, a job and everything. The compliment made Samira smirk. She did not even have to look at the vulpine’s massive sheath to feel excitement well up in her loins and her nipples to harden since having influence over someone like that was exciting to any naga and her in particular.
“Well, tell me, how many people ended up in there because of little old me?” she snickered, slithering onto the bed and caressing the fox’s neck and chest. It was going to be very tough to fit him all the way down. She ate a proper feral horse for a bet once but he was more… cumbersome.
 
“I started watching your streams a while ago. Actually it is kind of funny.” the fox explained, leaning and nuzzling into her hand, loving how her smooth scales drew through his long warm fur.
“I was looking for help with my predatory urges. To get rid of them. So my tummy would not gurgle when I see small folk on the bus.”
“So we don’t get an erection?” Frost threw in.
“Not like that.” giggled the predators and Samira added onto that.
“You are a very unusual little merp.”
Then Komatsu continued.
“Anyway, I found a forum where prey advocates were complaining about you and….”
“Fuck those guys.” pet and owner hissed in unison before allowing the fox to resume.
“Anyway, the more I read about this or that “horrible” thing you did and “flung it into everyone’s face” the more excited I got. Long story short, I subscribed to your stream, and when I realised you were actually eating someone at that very moment, I got so incredibly aroused. Like, my cock grew bigger than I thought it even could. I came so many times my balls were sore the whole next day. The sweet moment you smiled warmly and caressed your bulging middle and explained your prey had just died when the squirms stopped. It unlocked something in me. And then I knew I did not want to get rid of my urges, I wanted to sate them.”
 
When Komatsu finished, Samira was just smiling wider and wider. She took the fox’s flustered face into her long slender hands and leaned in to give him a cute little kiss on his black lips.
“That is one of the sweeter horny feedback I got. It feels rather nice to have changed your life like this. How come you also want me to end it?” she asked, slithering around his back and laying her head on his broad, noisy lower gut, listening to the pool otter flowing through him. “Seems a bit unnatural, does it not?”
 
“Well….” the fox fidgeted with his hands a little and his ears lowered and then went up again indecisively.
“Even though I loved feeding on life prey. Feeling people squirm and cry in my stomach until it ended them. Something that took me off guard was Frost.”
The sergal merped proudly and nuzzled up under his owner’s chin before getting his scritched appreciatively.
“I saw his… making? How he went inside you and even as you were melting the flesh off his body he needed convincing to come back out. And once he did he always seemed so … jealous of your food.”
“Because I am! I would let her consume me the second she asks me to let her.”
“And you also ask if I want to even if you know I don’t. You will remain half digested for some time still.”
“Awww.”
“But I can endo you for some time once this big boy is through me.”
That cheered the sergal up and Komatsu seemed to share in that sentiment.
“That is what I mean. I feel a bit like that too. Well…. A lot actually. And imagining that all of me, all of every prey I consumed going to your sexy body.”
“You mean these, right?” asked Samira, holding up one of her breasts through the bikini she still wore.
“Yess, those. They shrank a lot since your last stream, right?”
“Mhm, I am on a diet and you are going to destroy it.”
She could feel, hear and smell the fox’s musky cock tip slipping from his sheath not far from her snout as she said that.
“You really want to be my food right? You have not made a cummy mess in me and there is no camera rolling yet. This could all end as a very fun very very long threesome and you wake up sore and drained in this bed, not crapped out into a shit jar.” she explained.
“If we can find one that big.” Frost added in.
The fox was in thought for a while. He was being asked if he wanted to sell his life to fulfil most of his wildest fantasies in one single evening. If he wanted to defy the food chain and become someone else’s nourishment. Reduced to fat on her magnificent flowing serpentine forms and some cushion stuffing. The longer he thought the more rapidly his erection grew as he reached the conclusion that the world would absolutely be a hotter, kinkier place if there was a video of freshly fattened naga shitting him into a jar while people bid on his remains. It was such a wildly decadent scene playing out in his mind it made him defy logic with a smile.
“I want to feed you. But maybe not right away?”
 
Samira leaned in to lick over his chin, chops and snout, undoing her top and hiding his muzzle in her currently somewhat modest cleavage.
“I would never forgive myself if I consumed you before you were well used and ready. You should know I treat my compliant food like good friends.”
“This is really so much sweeter than I expected.” Komatsu said with a warm smile.
“Well, that is because you understand what I do and you want it. Most just want to knock up the big horny snake lady and then act all upset when I keep my part of the deal and devour them whole and alive.”
“So… what do we do now?”
“Usually we stream this, you talk and so on. You know how it goes. But this place, as sunny as it is, has reeeally sucky anti predation laws. So my assistant…”
“Pet!” Frost corrected her with emphasis.
“My lovely little cheese wedge” Samira continued while caressing the stump of his half digested ear, “is going to record it all. It will be the cheap camera on a tripod homemade kind of flick I am afraid. But it will have to do. And after you make me fat, you will probably make me rich. I don’t think anyone has ever eaten someone like you on camera before.”
“So, last wishes and all that?”
“Yes exactly.”
“I don’t want to breed you. But I do want to fuck.” he blurted out before failing to shove the words back into his snout.
“Ohhh that is a new one. Save it for the camera, but I want to know everything. Cute shy car sized man eating fox taur. I never expected I would get a willing meal like that.”
 
A minute later Frost had set up his phone on a tripod and made sure the big, crowded bed was well in view and the light was right. Once everything was ready, he hit record and watched the two big predators with great excitement, waiting for his invitation to join them.
“Hello lovely people. I know I told you I would go on a diet during my vacation and I know I said I would go to a place that does not let me eat any pedestrian to make sure I am nice and slim when I return. You can see how my boobs struggle to fill out my bikini, so I definitely did as I said until now. But then he happened.” she explained with a hungry smile and looked at Komatsu.
“Don’t be shy. Just imagine all the nice people getting off to watching this clip in two weeks.”
The fox was clearly more at home being one of the folks masturbating to Samira’s content than starring in it. He waved at the camera shily, knowing his confessions, desires and pledge to become snake lady shit were going on record now.
“Hello, my name is Komatsu. I have been one of you for two years now. And I managed to find Frost at the beach and well, while he fucked me I kind of said I wanted to be Samira’s food.” he said, his ears folding a little again, causing the naga to hug his fluffy head to her chest and comforting him with gentle caresses of her slender hands.
“And what happened when we gave you so many chances to change your mind and not get eaten?”
Frost panned the view from Komatsu’s shy expression to his rapidly rehardening, gargantuan cock. Just in time to catch it throbbing and leaking a little pre onto the previously clean sheets as its owner confessed.
“I refused. I wanted to remain on your menu.”
The camera and Komatsu’s confidence returned as he realised he was not doing anything wrong and that he would be long dead before anyone would see any of this. No one would be able to shame him because he would be reptile manure by that point. He was completely and utterly free, this was his last day on earth and he was going to act like it. With his ears and his confidence back up again, he placed a hand firmly over Samira’s left breast, then sliding it under her top and massaging it in slow, deliberate kneads.
“Someone has to make these puppies grow again. And I want it to be me. I want that you will have to go on a second diet because of me and that everyone admiring your gorgeous soft curves would have to thank me for them.”
Frost let out a jealous little whine because the fox was spelling out the desire burning in the sergal’s soul. He wanted to be all of that too, giving himself to his mistress in an ultimate sacrifice, becoming part of the being he loved beyond everything else.
“We better make sure you get me nice and eggnant too or I will be fat for two months after finishing you. You will be my biggest meal ever you know? You are about one torso huge-er than the horse I ate for a bet three years ago.”
 
Komatsu loved hearing that he was going to set a record in her stomach but he had to set one thing straight.
“I don’t want to breed you, remember? I want your stomach to end my bloodline. To know that you will finish me off as completely as possible. It just… feels right.”
“Oh you are the perfect little darling. Well, big one, but still.” she moaned, her folds growing puffy and moist behind his main body as she snuggled to him. “But I will not have you die all pent up. You made a puddle on the sheets just from cuddling with me.” she snickered. “Frost, would you like to go and stop the leak?”
“How?”
“With your tongue seems fitting?”
 
Frost took the phone off its tripod and eagerly hopped onto the bed. He laid down, with his feet next to komatsu’s front legs and his long sergal face nicely rested on the inside of the fox taur’s left hind leg. He kept his maw slightly open and his warm narrow tongue tip played with the dangling, occasionally throbbing and eternally leaking cock tip above him, any excess dripping right into him.
“I can already taste the otter he ate.” Frost said eagerly and Samira was very happily surprised when she saw the fox reaching down to give the sergal’s similarly affected cock a hand.
She watched her pet filming Komatsu’s very gifted male parts from various angles, showing off the sheer length of it and how his nuts were the size and weight of coconuts. But eventually the show had to go on.
“Look how happy he is. I always love it when food is nice to my pet.” Samira cooed.
Komatsu shuddered in a mix of anticipation and arousal when she called him that. This signalled that his fate had been determined for good. He was not going to leave his bungalow as a living breathing fox. Or a solid, for that matter.
“And my heart is not the only thing all warmed up for it.” the naga added, slithering a bit back, removing her breast from her prey’s hand and showing off her loins for the first time. Her bikini bottom was showing as much of a camel toe-ish imprint as a naga could and a wet one too. The fox’s eyes locked onto it within a bink and Samira giggled as she watched him twitch, then check himself, then change his mind again and extending his arms towards her hips, undoing the bow which kept them tied, completely unasked.
As he worked he still looked up for approval, and Samira’s surprisingly warm, horny smile widened with every little tug on the string. Eventually she was exposed, a little pink already visible between silky, moist scales.
“Should I… should I get off on my belly again, to make sure nothing goes in there? Maybe while eating you out?” he suggested, placing slow, well aimed licks on that slit which made it hard for Samira to speak. Her chest heaved as she undid her top as well, letting uncovering her modest breasts without the signature bounce they usually sported when her last kill was not several weeks ago.
“Don’t you want to feel me get off on your cock before you die?” she asked in a shaking voice, already mighty close as her clit poked through its little hood, only to be covered in soft warm fox tongue instantly. She let out a long hiss while he formulated an answer.
“I would not last half a minute inside you.”
“I doubt it would take that long with you.” she confessed, looking down at the huge mating tool hiding her pet’s face and then some. The sight made her lean forwards, her soft folds parting and taking in the very tip of the fox’s muzzle. When he withdrew there was a long clear string forming between their bodies.
“But I can’t risk it.”
 
“I can help!” Frost interrupted, jumping up from his new second favourite spot, his whole face smeared with sheath oils and fox pre. He ran off to a bag which he had brought and rummaged around in it before returning with a plastic wrapper with a saucer sized ring impressed in it.
“These are meant for horses and centaurs and such but I bet the flare part will be needed to fit all his cum anyway. Says 60 to 80cm on the wrapper.”
“That is going to be a little tight.” Komatsu said in a voice that sounded almost bashful while his eyes and pounding heart betrayed his utter excitement.
Samira smirked, extending an arm to take the condom from her pet.
“Just look at him. Will you risk breaking a stallion condom inside me or shatter my little wedge’s dreams?” she asked nicely.
 
Komatsu let out a little whine when arousal won over concerns. It helped that Samira was tearing open the wrapper anyway and that it was very obvious that she was very interested in seeing how well he fit inside her in the non deadly way. He then felt a little pull on his balls, looking back to find the phone back on its tripod and Frost hoisting up his balls as if they had been in the way while Samira slithered all the way behind him, leaning over his lower belly to reach his male parts without obscuring him from the camera.
“Just a little taste.” she mused, nuzzling his leaky tip, draping her serpentine tongue over the warm oily meat and skiing one of her forked tips into his urethra. It was widened from how hard he was and it was flooded with slightly tangy salty goodness.
“Mhh you were right, Frost. A little fishy, definitely tastes like the juice of someone with a whole otter guy floating through his lower guts. Can you hold him in until you are digested?” she asked teasily, getting a reassuring nod in return. Then she placed the huge condom over his tip. At first it looked far too wide, but the vulpine taper soon caught up with the latex ring and by the time her slowly massaging hands reached his base with the visible yet deflated knot, there was already a healthy pool of fresh fox juice inside the floppy rubber tip. She smirked as she pulled the indeed too short condom a little longer and tucked the rim of it into his sheath, chuckling at the needy whines she heard from her prey.
“There, no eggs for you.” she said smiling and then slid along his underside until they were face to face.
“Now, how would you like to not impregnate me?” she asked, licking his chin, causing a cinema worthy hungry growl to emanate from her long and very empty stomach that caused both cocks in the room to throb and drip.
“Would it be ok to mount you?”
“On my back, needy, loving to get stuffed? Like you got fucked by my pet wedge on the beach?”
Komatsu nodded. Samira moved both hands to her sloppy folds and pulled them apart until a wide pink tunnel criss crossed with sticky clear strings of feminine lust opened up.
“Take me.”
 
Samira smirked as she lost view of her pet because the huge fox taur was covering most of her upper body. His chest and upper belly hovered over her head in order to line up his latex covered shaft with her spread sex. For the first time in years she was getting the impression a partner’s cock was too big for her. Usually such sentiments were reserved for entire rodents seeking to drown themselves in her folds before becoming a snack. She wondered if Komatsu would get her off as reliably as those suicidal ratfolk.
The thick fox meat twitched and then landed between her parted lips with a wet splat. Somewhat subdued heat and unmitigated heft were forced on her slit before Komatsu lined up his hips a little better and slid inside. At once Samira felt the huge warm member spread her incredibly deeply. It was rare people were penetrating her half that deep, most never reached a third of that and when she saw the taur’s base still shivering some distance away from her body and heard some painfully brittle restraint in his lusty whine, she knew he actually was too big.
 
Komatsu was feeling as if something inside his soul broke. He was not sure what it was but it felt like a barrier being shattered when he felt Samira’s elastic sex changing shape and making way in order to accommodate his girth. He was doing it. He was having sex with his role model, his serpentine vore goddess, the one he desired so much he felt privileged -if a little scared- by the idea of feeding himself to her. When she moaned out under him, it was like molten iron floated his heart but in a non painful way. He felt uplifted, lighter, easier. He felt exhilarated. This was not simply Samira giving him some fanservice for views or reviews, he clearly recognised the noise of her -literally- deeply enjoying herself. There was surprise, longing and a lot of approval in the feminine sounds gumming his ears like honey. When the audible approval made his cock throb he felt it pressing firmly into the roof of her sex and seemingly try to lift her off his bed. But her segmented hips were showing when her body simply gave way under Frost’s excited merping and her deep, strained moan. The feeling of her long fingers clawing at his fluffy belly for support was another silent compliment to the pleasure he was causing, still he was concerned about the clear exertion carried by her noises. And he knew he was challenging to accommodate. Some lovers who have been on his menu from the start did not get off of that cock alive.
“Too much?” he asked, without really polling back, he merely sood there, kneading the mattress with his rear paws eagerly, causing his covered member to churn the feminine juices continuously drooling from her.
“Just go slow from here on. You almost bottomed out in me.”
“Can I… try to hilt it? I need my knots in there to come.”
“I doubt it will fit but we can try. Gosh look at the bulge in my belly. Frost, get the camera over here this one is much bigger than one the stallion made.”
He knew she knew he knew what effect such praise would have, but all the same the sensation of her fingers pulling off his fur followed by pressure being added to the top of his mostly embedded cock was what really got him going. He could not suppress a short sharp buck which drove three more inches into her slimy sex, but luckily she commented it with a chuckle and further massaging of his member right through her scaly abdomen.
“Your tip is getting close to my ribs now. You will hit my cervixes before then. We will have to switch holes or come up with something for your knots.”
Frost thrusted a few more times, going slow and methodical in deep, heavy motions. Long wet squelches were the soundtrack of their mating and he felt the wet precipice of her wonderfully elastic, undulating folds just almost kissing the bottom of his knot area. So far the lobes were just partially inflated as if to show where they were. He still needed a warm touch there to have them fully engorge and allow his pent up lust to be wasted into the condom repeatedly tapping the dead end of the streamer’s vagina. Each time he approached her limits the pitch of her moans guided and rewarded him while his chest started to heave under his panting and a slight sweat was seasoning him for later consumption.
“You feel incredible. Like you sex has a throat of its own and tries to devour my cock.”
“Mhhh thank you. But my real throat is much better at it. You won’t get out of that one ever again.”
 
That was one tease too many. Komatsu pushed forwards and pressed into her folds. Guided by the long fleshy tunnel he stuffed, his tip could turn neither left nor right and even if it could there was no way her tight little rings would be able to let him through.
“Please. Need to come.” he shuddered, his thighs trembling.
 
Frost already knew what Komatsu’s orgasms looked like and how his massive body could drive that dangerously and exceedingly hot vulpine cock with inexorable force. His honed pet skills and his inherent desire to be near Samira’s sex and big fluffy fox balls pushed the sergal into action. He had paid attention to the knot issue of the mating which had left his constraint drizzle of pree pooling on the floor next to his tripod. Now was his time to shine.
With an eager noise he leapt onto the bed, hardly making an impression on the tortured mattress the two massive predators were fucking on and pushed his long snout right under Komatsu’s heavy balls. At one his vision was entirely engulfed in white fur, his nostrils coated in the musky pheromone soaked mess radiating the virile orbs and seeping from his mistress’ sex. He tilted his head sideways, letting one fox nut droop over his forehead and one over his neck as the toothless front part of his jaws slipped over the base of Komatsu’s cock. His ridged sergal tongue wrapped halfway around the soon inflating knot while the other half expanded right along his palette. He got half foxy tastes and half naga juice and condom mix on his tongue. The pet was so utterly shamelessly lost in the pleasure of helping these two amazing creatures out he was grinding his own erection all over the sheets, shooting a series of cummy strings right into the cloth before the member in his jaws fired its load. But judging by the tightening of the sack hiding half his head it was only a matter of seconds.
 
“So much!” were the only coherent words coming out of Samira’s gasping maw when she felt the fox taur climaxing inside her. The last time when she had said that about a male stifled by a condom was during her first time with her very equine second boyfriend. This was the first instance on camera, since she mainly used condoms for deadly bets with sharply barbed feline lovers. Now she was simply amazed as she felt like a hot water balloon was being inflated inside her sex. The stretchy latex flooded with hot semen was perfectly filling out the far end of her lust drenched tunnel. The little round guardians to her egg chambers were getting a really tight form fitting hug by the rubber and from there the sensation spilled outwards but she was just lost. She let out a high pitched hiss and it was her turn to shudder in orgasm, churning the semen in the strained condom as her insides convulsed over Komatsu’s length.
Once she recovered some, she patted Komatsu’s flank like he was a well behaved horse and leaned over to Frost.
“You are the best pet in the whole world, you know that. I should give you a reward. Sticking your wedge in there was a great idea.”
Komatsu’s exhausted panting was a matching second opinion.
“Could I keep his fur when you are done with him? Since I found him?” the sergal asked after spitting out the massive knot and licking some of her excess cum off his snout.
“Oh yes. I bet we could fashion him into a new bed once he is back out.What do you think, Komatsu? Do you want Frost to sleep on your bleached remains every night once we are back?”
The fox replied with another strong throb that made the thick bulge in her abdomen lurch. A clear approval.
“And what reward do I get?” he asked after a job well done.
“You get to pick which way I eat you.”
He replied with a noise that translated roughly to him wishing he had more semen to spill for her. Or at least into the bloated condom keeping them apart.
 
“Make sure you catch this on tape, that will probably pay for my next vacation.” Samira giggled as Komatsu started to slowly pull out his gargantuan fox cock.
“Let’s see how much semen the first cock to bottom out in me since my very late second boyfriend managed to spill.” she narrated as her edible lover basked in the compliments and her pet kept his hands wrapped around the brim of the condom which threatened to slip off the taur’s fat knot.
The small lump visible in Samira’s abdomen from when the bottomed out cock had unloaded into the condom disappeared as the rubber and naga femcum covered member came into view. The lovely wet squelching noises were so loud even a poor phone camera would pick them up nicely and sure enough it became obvious that Samira still was a size queen even if Komatsu did not fit all the way. The length she did manage to hide away for most of the fun was nearly as long as one of Frost’s arms. As the reemerging penis started to taper towards its tip, the huge cum load showed for the first time.
“The mess is squishing and shifting inside me. It feels like there is a water balloon in my pussy.” the naga explained as she too stared with wild fascination as the oval shape of the well strained condom tip came out of her body. Eventually her folds relented the last bit and with a slurp that left her sex gaped, the rubber came free. The bloated tip was so heavy Frost had to keep his hands on Komatsu’s base and the dropping rain drop shaped tip reached five inches down, its bottom flattened because it extended all the way to Samira’s coils.
“Wow, that is enough egg batter to keep me pregnant for years.” she snickered and gave the veritable cum tank a smack, splattering her own cum on herself, her pet and the fox. When she heard him make an insecure noise she remembered her request.
“Don’t worry, Komatsu. I will leave my egg chambers nice and empty for some paying to make them busy again. Because once I am done with you, I will be properly in need of fasting. And by the time your condom gets delivered to whoever bought it, your seed will be nice and inert. Now, let’s get this gem secured so I can fulfil your final wish.”
Samira peeled the very full condom off her breakfast, lunch and dinner for the next five or so weeks and tied it up nicely. She had clearly done this a lot in the past, maybe something that comes with having an equine boyfriend and not more food on speed dial than she could ever manage to consume.
“Hold that for me, dear and show our fans.” she chuckled and placed the warm, soft balloon over Frost’s long snout before he turned to the camera, his vision mostly occupied by caged fox semen and his nostrils veritably clogged with the rich, fertile fragrance of his owner’s orgasm.
 
“Tell me Komatsu, how do you want to get eaten, if you still want to be my prey. I had a good time and Frost absolutely adores you, so I would let you off the hook if you really wanted to.” The fox has earned to keep his life if he wanted it but she would be a poor naga if she did not also lean into the option that would let her stomach take out another predator and fatten her for over a month no matter how much she bred afterwards.
“Though, going along would let you be my first improvised vacation meal, my largest prey of all times and probably a dump that will blow up my stream once I am back home with your digested remains bloating my lower tail. If only you would be there to see it.” she snickered and took the fox’s face into her long slender hands, giving him a deep seductive stare, one of admiration and hunger. He stood no chance.
 
Komatsu made some very warm, loving sounds as his predatory idol caressed his face. His brain was in a muted state since his heart was fluttering from all the attention he had gotten from the naga he had not been sure would even want to talk to him a day ago. The lust still coursing through him after properly bringing himself to orgasm inside said cumming idol was also making it very hard to listen to that voice in his head that told him to take the deal and bid her good night and live on to tell the story when he fucked a famous vore streamer. Maybe he could even end up buying his own condom back from her and have it as the best vacation souvenir ever. But as he looked into her eyes and those slitted discs of gold seemed to just radiate into his soul, that voice was silenced forever. He needed this. He wanted to break all her records when it came to prey. He wanted to bulge her stomach and spread her belly scales like no one else ever did or hopefully ever would. Whenever people would look for big bloated naga bellies he would show up. Millions would watch him getting consumed over and over again. Gallons of cum would be spilled to his sexy demise. And best of all, once Samira resumed her streams, unusually fattened and squeezing big drooping tits, all of that would be him. As padding on her body he would be more adored than he would be as a fox and since he had no intent to continue his bloodline, what better place to end it in than the stomach of the reptilian predator who made him eat people alive just because he wanted to feel closer to her? And now she asked him if he wanted to send her back to her room instead of making her body his. It did not feel like much of a question.
 
“I would like to go in feet first, so I can talk to and play with you two as you devour me. Oh and I would like to be on my back so your fans get to see if the sensation makes me leak again.” he blurted out, feeling his heart race as he realised he had chosen freely to be eaten alive a second time in one day. The spike of humiliation he felt from this, given his rather lofty spot in the food chain, was a curious but not unexpected source of continued arousal to him.
 
“Sure thing, sweetie. Or should I say Snack now?” cooed Samira with a wide smile, until Frost walked up besides her and she felt his half digested right ear rub over her hip as his wedgy snout aimed up to her head. She knew already he wanted something and when she looked down at her pet, she saw a slightly concerned and horny sergal.
“I am sorry Frost but your friend wants me to break him down.”
“Merp!”
“I am sure he will let you play with the parts of him still sticking out of my maw.”
“Merp?”
“No, I will not swallow you alongside him, stop trying to get yourself killed by me. Oh don’t look at me like that. I am going to swallow you when we are back and eventually, when the time is right and our shared adventures over, I will keep you down and pass you through my guts. But today it is Komatsu’s turn.”
“What exactly was that?” the fox asked in some confusion.
“Frost wants to have sex with my food again.”
Ten seconds later, Komatsu was on his back, rear paws pressed together and extended for advancing naga jaws which he watched with great fascination while half of his persistent erection was hidden inside Frost’s maw, as the sergal was laying on his back on top of the taur’s otter churning guts. Frost’s ridged tongue got a lot more active, as did his dripping erection, when Komatsu slid a drool soaked pinkie into the sergal’s tail hole and massaged Frost’s sheath between index finger and thumb.
“You are such a sexy little sergal too. If I was smaller I would have loved to let you eat me as well. You have no idea how much cum I spilled to that clip where Samira regurgitated that half digested avali right into your maw.” he mused while looking along his side at Samira’s maw as his hind paws slowly disappeared from view as they entered her throat.
“We do have an idea of just that laying on the table back there.” the naga mumbled around her meal and pointed at the ballooned condom. Frost was far worse off when it came to speaking so he just licked over the underside of Komatsu’s member a little more firmly for a while to let his mistress’s prey know he appreciated the compliment.
 
Komatsu loved watching Samira feed. He had always been a big fan of the sexy man eating seductress but it was something on an entirely different level to actually be the meal she was turning into a hot bulge. As a result the sergal on his belly was frequently jolting as the fox taur’s huge cock throbbed firmly and one orgasm after another wring the last bit of semen from his balls. As loads utterly pathetic compared to the bagged spillage Samira collected earlier drizzled down Frost’s throat, the hefty balls that made it were getting licked and then engulfed by the hungry naga. Soon Samira had to force Frost off Komatsu’s member so she would not consume her pet as well. The sergal was a little reluctant at first but eventually snuggled up to Komatsu’s upper torso getting his half digested ear licked and his slightly acid burned cock rubbed while joining Komatsu in watching his consumption.
 
The big taur huffed as Samira’s advancing snout pushed his throbbing cock down to his belly. There was nothing left to give but his loins still trembled with breeding urges as he watched the naga’s body getting completely distorted in order to engulf his own. It took Samira way longer than her ordinary fare of anthros to get Komatsu down. Occasionally she had to stick her hands under her jaws and move them outwards to get over the taur’s hips for example. This still allowed her to feed faster than a feral snake, though it was definitely a long process to spread her ribs so far that her breasts looked totally out of place and light skin showed between green scales all over the place. She even let out a slight moan of discomfort as the fox’s thick hips pushed through hers, the huge meal kneading her recently battered sex from within, reminding her how much she was going to feel her prey’s cock the next morning still. But as more of Komatsu’s fur got matted down with slick saliva and her head steadily moved towards his chest, it was becoming clear that he his body was going to fit into her more completely than his cock.
 
Samira’s jaws eventually reached the part where the humanoid fox was glued to the feral one and just to toy with her pet some, she licked over his exposed feet, a voracious tease that pushed Frost over the edge. Long strings of sergal cum were flung from his pointy tip, most landing on himself or Komatsu, but Samira’s face also caught a few drops. She chuckled and once more removed her pet from her jaws’ path with gentle nudges.
“It is happening. I am becoming naga food. The stomach sphincter is just sliding over my hips.” Komatsu narrated his descent along Samira’s digestive tract.
“Those juices feel so hot. Is that me getting my cock melted like Frost’s or is it just arousal?” the fox asked, gushing with excitement.
“Both” replied the panting sergal in his arms and went behind the Taur’s head. Frost knelt on the edge of the bed, cradling the fox head in his lap, partially to have something warm to grind his persistent erection against but mostly to Ease his new friend along the path he yearned so much to take himself one day.
With his new head rest, Komatsu had a very easy time to relax as he watched that enticing lamia maw climbing up his body. His hind paws were already pressing against the back wall of her stomach but the organ simply expanded to accommodate more of him. Her body was adapting to engulf and accommodate him. He felt even more honoured now than when she allowed him to have sex with her.
 
Samira was fighting fatigue and soreness in eleven different places. Her throat muscles have not worked this hard since she had disposed of her second boyfriend but even though her stomach was feeling like a balloon and her body struggled to find places to cram her other organs into while her gastric sack simply kept expanding, she was happy. This was her greatest achievement as a predator so far. She had managed to “trap” such a huge prey by being alluring alone and now she was almost done devouring her biggest prey ever. Her serpentine instincts rewarded her with pride and exaltation while her character felt some deep honest gratification for Komatsu and his very fattening sacrifice to her form. Usually sending people to die in her stomach was something that filled her with mischief and glee but now she was feeling like she was giving her lover what he desired.
 
Komatsu felt how a wet maw scooped his head off Frost’s lap. He felt the great throat his upper body occupied tensing up and lifting. Samira pressed her arms into the bed with all her strength, creating a slope for him to slide down on. Frost hurried to pick up the phone and film his final moments as a person before that serpentine throat claimed him forever. The camera light illuminated the shiny pink maw and in the end Komatsu’s muzzle was forced to point outwards, letting him look at the cutest, horniest sergal he ever knew and past needle teeth that were entirely unnecessary in his case. Then, finally, the elastic throat closing in front of his eyes like the curtains at the end of a play that was the life of Komatsu.
However he would not die for another hour or so. Though he was a mere bulge now, he was a very much alive and hugely impressive one. He felt his body sink deeper, feeling the welcoming hug of her ever expanding stomach until the point where his head just reached below Samira’s hips. There, with his head a few feet short of her stomach, he reached the naga’s limit and got stuck. His body and hers negotiated noisily for a way to store him more comfortably, but in the end there was just the competing rise of their breaths and her peristalsis playing with his frequently throbbing erection. Komatsu knew he was already being digested alive but in his mind her body was treating her well, keeping him close, warm and comfortable. Even though his exposed skin did start to feel a distinct tingle where her flesh and bone melting stomach juices coated it.
 
“Well, this was my biggest meal ever. If one of you thinks they are my biggest fan, this is what you are competing against.” Samira mused, pointing at her grotesquely swollen stomach. She took stock of her own body, rubbing her aching jaws, stroking over her breasts which were finally next to each other again, nose that the huge fox taur was -mostly- in her stomach, where he belonged. She felt uncomfortably full but also intensely happy and proud of having consumed a life meal of such proportions. She would not need another prey for weeks if not months. Her stomach, stretched thin under her widely separated scales, dripped fresh acids on Komatsu’s fur, slowly beginning to soften his skin. When she felt a squirming, throbbing warmth deep in her gut, just besides her spine and some kneading sergal paws next to it, she did not have to look to know Frost was making out with his fox friend’s cock through her belly. With a long deep sigh she just bent over as best she could with her prey’s torso just south of her hips and hugged the bulge.
“Thank you for the meal Komatsu, and the amazing sex. You are going to make an amazing bed for Frost once I barf up all your fur.”
 
Inside her groaning belly Komatsu was happily wiggling around. He was only using a fraction of his strength, since he was here to relax and spend time among lovers and friends until Samira’s body would end him. He was still astonished that he had managed to get himself here, knowing that his paws, his belly and especially his reluctantly hard cock were all touching the very stomach walls which had melted all the prey from the videos he had masturbated to. And now he was in here too. No more dreaming, no fantasising and no speculating. He knew how her jaws felt climbing his body. He knew what it was like to fuck the semi famous naga and how she sounds when he bottomed out in her pussy. He knew how her stomach juices smelled and what it was like to have the strong enzymes and corrosive juices coat his member as he made love to her stomach with lazy gyrations of his hips. He was feeling a flutter in his chest actually when he realised that the pet sergal he both envied and adored was back to rubbing his member and hugging the bulge he had become in general. Even though he was being digested and discomfort mounted all around his acid soaked main body, the taur was blissfully happy, especially when Samira bent in half to hug him. He felt her breasts pressing into the small bulge his upper body caused in her scaly coils and failed to hug her back when her stomach insisted on his arms remaining pinned.
 
“I love you. I really do. It is amazing in here.” he half spurted half moaned through her pink flesh to his predator. His fleshy prison vibrated a little as the sweet voice of her laughing voice came from everywhere at once. He knew what she was going to say next. He had seen her talk to good prey before and he was certain he fell into that category. So he did not wait for her to ask.
“I loved every moment of your meal. My only regret is I have but one life to donate to your body.”
 
Samira was struggling with tears almost and Frost was actually past that point and went to licking over the imprint of Komatsu’s member now. The fox had unknowingly reminded her a lot of her first boyfriend, a really sweet, really preyish panther who had died in an endo accident with her.
“Don’t worry, in calories alone you are already worth ten of the usual ones.” she sighed and caressed the spot where she hoped his face was. “We are going to edit that comment out though. It would be costly to leave it in. But I want you to know that my short time knowing you has been a great experience. And thanks for letting Frost fuck your butt instead of just eating him. I know it must have been tempting.”
 
“It was!” answered her prey and her pet at the same time. By now Frost was humping her belly, indirectly frotting with her meal and she was pretty sure that the small lines of semen her segal painted on her well challenged midsection were mirrored on the inner walls of her stomach as well. But as time passed, the lusty moans from Komatsu turned to pained whines. He clearly wanted to last as long as he could, just to share more time in both their embrace but it was an unspoken certainty that Samira’s stomach was starting to seriously take skin off his body in particularly unhappy places.
“Second regret, actually.” voiced Komatsu, gasping in between breaths, suppressing his mounting pain. “I wish I was small enough to fit all the way. Frost’s damaged ears always turned me on, I wanted mine to look like this before I pass.”
“Oh they will.” huffed Samira. “It is just that your big poolboy stuffed guts will be spilled all over my stomach before your head goes in to be melted too.”
 
Eventually the sheer pain of being partially digested alive was enough to makeKomatsu request having his life cut short. There was a bitter sweet pause after Samira belched up the remaining air in her stomach and gullet, letting her wet flesh entirely encase Komatsu, hugging him skin tight. The fox had no air left in him to make noises with after her insides squeezed it out of him and the only signs that he was not yet dead were his weak squirms. Samira was happy to just caress the lump of his head while her insides suffocated him, but Frost wanted to say a few words.
“I am jealous of you.” he yipped at the taur’s presumed face. “You will feed Samira for so long and I can tell her belly loves you and I want that too. Goodbye my friend.”
There was not really anything to add and eventually the gap between Komatsu’s movements became infinite and only the steady ripple of peristalsis moved under the naga’s spread apart scales.
“He is in a better place now.” Frost said a few minutes later after her guts let out a drawn out, fairly conclusive gurgle.
“You believe in the afterlife?”
“No. But I felt your stomach pumping some of him into your intestines.”
She chuckled and there was at least the hint of a grin on her sergal’s snout as he walked over to the phone and stopped the recording.
 
“I really don’t remember when I last had to fight a prey this hard. I mean just getting him down was difficult. I honestly thought I would fail at some point.”
“Good thing we don’t have to explain a drooly corpse with bite marks.”
“Exactly. All proof of him will be well hidden inside me soon.”
“You mean on you” Frost corrected with a cute smirk and snuggled right up to her, slipping his long snout between her soon to grow breasts.
“Yes, on me. Once I am done-ish digesting him.”
And with that she coiled up, putting Frost in his favourite sleeping position, squished between her torso and busy midsection. Her loving eyes, man eating jaws and pliable breasts were all around his head and along his back he could feel her stomach work over a prey easily ten times his weight.
As for Samira, she had the mother of all food comas ahead of her. The naga’s body was going to require hundreds of liters of acids for this meal and it let her feel it.
 
As the night passed so did a lot of the fox’s melting body. Samira’s stomach was struggling with the size of its fresh contents, but other than that, digesting Komatsu was just another monday for the exceedingly experienced organ. Within an hour of his death her flesh eating juices had softened him to the point where her slow, methodical peristalsis casually scraped loose bleaching fur off the corpse in large patches. From there it did not take long for skin and underlying fat layers to follow. Komatsu had been a very successful predator in his own right, but everyone and everything he recently consumed merely contributed to the workload of Samira’s guts now.
 
When Samira woke up again her whole body felt changed. She yawned and her jaws were only a little sore now. But she felt tired and well fueled at the same time. While her belly was still completely weighed down with a prey about as heavy as her own body, she could sense that a lot of it had left her stomach as a nice smooth liquid already. One indicator was the pleasant sensation of her intestines filling up and unravelling a little as the liquefied fox slurry flowed through them, the other was the fact that Frost was a little further away now. The sergal must have woken up way before her and as was his habit simply worshipped her churning and noisily gurgling stomach.
“How late is it?” she asked her pet who seemed to be pulled from a kind of vorny trance by her voice.
“Mistress, you are awake!” he cheered before looking at the phone he had taken to bed at some point.
“It is already evening again.” Frost replied, peeling himself off her belly and sitting up next to her upper body. She did not have to look to know the sticky sensation was several variously aged loads of sergal cum stringing between his fur and her scales.
“Did you try to breed my scales again, Frost?” she asked, trying and failing to scold her cute pet.
“I did what you asked and held back from having sex with you in your sleep, but there were consequences.” he purred almost as she scritched his chin and played with his half digested ear.
“Naughty wedge.” she chuckled and grabbed his tail and wiped the mess off her belly. He seemed to wear the label and his half dried mess with pride. What interested Samira more, since she was already touching her stomach, was how changed it felt. The clear taur shape was gone and just a huge lump of general meat remained. Still there was Komatsu’s head stuck in her lower throat though. She let out a long, noisy belch, tasting death, meat, digestion and fox on her breath as the bulk of her midsection shrink down a little to once more show a lumpy outline of prey. She figured that she should let her stomach disfigure him some more before allowing others to see her. She needed to be able to pretend she just raided a buffet.
“I am very thirsty now. Could you bring me a glass of water?” she asked Frost, who was halfway to her belly again to resume rubbing it with his skilled, padded hands, among other things.
“Make it a bucket, actually.” she corrected herself, seeing just how much work still lay ahead of her stomach. A quick checking grope told her that Komatsu’s fat was still on the way to her boobs and not there yet. So she took her sip of water and then went back to sleeping off her biggest fan.
 
After Samira went back to sleep, her busy stomach and its eager sergal assistant went back to work breaking down her massive vulpine meal. Larger parts of muscles and the first organs soon melted away and turned into fox smoothie which steadily flowed into her thirsty intestines after passing through the fine strainer Komatsu’s bunched up bleached fur had turned into by now. During her next day long nap her prey’s fat definitely started to arrive on her body. For when Samira woke up, Frost was sitting on her hips like a cat, staring at her adorably while kneading her breasts with his long fingers.
“Good evening mistress.” she purred cheerfully.
“Evening Frost. Why did you wake me up?” she yawned and took a look at herself. While her pet resumed kneading her breasts a proud smile crept over her face since she saw that Komatsu was a very big but inconspicuous elongated distension now that clearly extended well below her stomach. Most of his flesh was just paste now, a fluid meandering through her body seeking to become part of it.
“I did not wake you up.”
“You are pawing my boobs, Frost.” she sighed, managing to sound more scolding this time.
“I have been doing that for almost two hours now.” he replied with undiminished good cheer.
“Oh, carry on then, it feels nice.”
“I agree. And I read it helps them grow. Some women can even get milky from regular massages.”
“You just want me to let you breed me again, don’t you?”
“Do you want me to?”
She smiled at him, stroked over his long silky fur and poking at the pointy erection she knew was there before squishing a hand under his butt to find herself expectedly moist.
“I desperately need you too and not just because that sweet fox is going to turn me into a chonker if I don’t do something about it soon. But I need to control my urges until we are home and have a real camera again. When is our flight again?”
“In eight hours.”
“I should bill the resort for not having to feed me for half my stay.”
 
 
The flight home was a mostly uneventful matter. Samira was still full and already fat enough to create some minor issues squishing into her seat row, but that was a one time affair. A bit more troublesome was the whiny bunny kid in the row behind her that kept crying whenever her guts made scary noises, which was all the time. But that too was solved when Samira loomed over her seat and gave him that kind of patented gentle naga smile that triggered most of his survival instincts at once and he kind of played dead for the remaining eight hours of her flight, much to the relief of his parents.
The naga spent most of the flight asleep still, her body being plenty busy melting down Komatsu’s bones and turning his whole body into what was going to be the biggest shit of her whole life. With a mix of dread and arousal she realised some of the logs she will have to pass might be wider than Frost’s waist. However her say- and actual dreaming was cut short by a stewardess. A shy looking doe clearly uncomfortable waking up a predatory reptile filling four seats and the overhead luggage compartment with her tail was duty bound to prod Samira’s considerably pudgy coils.
“What?” hissed the naga, her tired slitted eyes seeming like glowing displays to the doe. And they were showing a very short countdown of how much time she had left to live if she did not explain the intrusion really well.
The rage on Samira’s face turned into a mix of nuisance and amusement when the now suitably shaking herbivore explained that numerous passengers had complained about her pet’s behaviour. It was clear that she and other took issue with a fully sentient sergal running around in nothing but a collar and being labelled a pet as all but the reason for the complaints and Samira being woken up was of a different nature.
“This is just how he shows his affection.”
“Miss, please. You err pet’s… can you get his arousal under control? Everyone can smell it and it makes people uncomfortable having an aroused sergal on a leash next to them.
“You are lucky I am full or he would be on top of them soon, on opposite sides of my stomach.” she groaned, staring daggers at anyone she suspected of making a fuss about her cute fluffy boy.
“Fine. I will keep him in check.”
She would not be a proper naga if she did not give the thankful stewardess a honey sweet smile before coiling up Frost tightly to force some modesty on him. While treating him to unlimited free use of her tail slit, hidden under piles of coils. Luckily her freshly fattened tail was plenty of insulation to suffocate Frost’s huffs and groans. He was happy, she was sleeping through most of it and after they left, someone was going to have to replace the now sergal flavoured seats. What Samira needed now was to get home, lean over her bathtub and retch up huge quantities of bile soaked bleached fox fur with traces of bone shards and hollowed teeth. Also known as the building material of Frost’s new bed.
 
 
A day and a lot of blow drying later Samira was lounging on her pile of cushions, hosting a little emergency stream for her fans.
“I know what you are thinking, yes, I cheated on my diet. I promised you guys to come back slim and hungry but there I was, minding my own business when my pet dragged along my biggest fan. Well former biggest fan now. Anyway they were both making puppy eyes and now I need to go on a diet and get some eggs going badly. So, if anyone wants to be churned on camera, you should be very cute, very fertile and fitting down my sergal’s throat because I am not eating for a while still.”
There were some groaning in chat but the totally unprepared clothes she wore that nearly exploded under the load of her now properly big breasts made it easy for them to forgive her, also there were new goodies to bid on.
“So, that big former fan of mine had a really off kink as well. He wanted to definitely not ever reproduce. So, I collected all the mess he would have made inside me and now I have a big fancy condom full of fox taur jizz on sale. Also, remember my poop jars? I am going to switch. It was brought to my attention that some of you pervs want to feel my shit and play with it without getting dirty, so I am switching to pooping into bags. But you can tell from all the flab on me that a freezer bag won’t cut it, I got big translucent trash bags for this one. And he is coming out tomorrow. Once my pet is ready to let go.”
 
With that she took one of the cameras from besides her bed and moved closer along her heavily engorged tail. Her stomach was empty again, though distinctly fattened, but her lower tail was nearly as wide as her middle now. It was blatantly obvious the naga was literally full of shit. Her tail end was resting on what looked like a big dog bed made of bleached hair worked into a kind of cushiony felt and there was Frost, hugging the swollen naga tail. He knew it was filled with the remnants of the taur that used to wear his new pet bed as pelt before and he seemed really attached. Some of the doggy bed used to be the pool otter actually, the one Komatsu ate hours before becoming a willing feast for Samira. But you had to know his fur was in there to notice.
“Do you want to say hi to our viewers Frost?” she asked warmly and the sergal stopped kneading her coils for a moment and looked up.
“Yes.” he said excitedly, happy to stop thinking about his favourite kneadable bulge being gone soon. “Can I pick my own prey from chat like you always do?”
“Of course you can. And would you like to have some water?” she asked next. It was a weird transition but it had to be done so she could do the thing she had planned to squeeze some money out of her viewers.
Frost nodded, as rehearsed and Samira reached into her maw, showing a little bulge as she retched and rummaged around in her throat. Then she pulled out a badly acid pitted, nearly destroyed but exceedingly large fox skull, missing a lower jaw.
“I knew he was still in there somewhere. Yes, he was so large his head did not go into my stomach initially. We filmed the whole thing and you can buy the whole recording in my fan shop tomorrow after the usual -and desperately necessary- disposal stream.”
After this little advertisement she placed the large hollow bone down before Frost and filled it from a water bottle, giggling as her segal dunked his head into it to slurp up the water.
“Thank you a lot for not eating my little pet. I know you could have.” she whispered to the bone. And the doggy bed. And the two hundred pound dump hidden under her scales.