I made a quick picture this week, and it is another classical theme, a snake with a taste for women. I hope you will like it, but leave a review anyway and tell me^^

……………………………………………………………
It had been a wild night at the local club, the kind of party that left everyone either laughing uncontrollably or stumbling over their own feet. Candace and her best friend, Gina, were no exception. The two of them strutted out of the club, heels clacking on the pavement as they made their way through the park that separated the club from their apartment. Candace, wearing a tight blue skirt and a matching that accentuated her every curve, walked ahead, her sumptuous breasts bounced with every step and her brown hair waved in the gentle breeze. Gina lagged behind, veery tipsy and chewing gum with loud pops, her blond friend had boobs to match Candace’s but the blond opted to wear a black micro skirt, a thin white blouse and tall leather boots.

"So, you think David is gonna like this dress?" Candace called back to Gina, her hips swaying with each step she took.

"Girl," Gina slurred, "I beht he didhn’t even emember what color of your dressh it if you gave him a cahll. You boths went to the toilet at the schame time and left at gnearly the schame time too. You were fucking around in the toilet, didn’t youh?"

Candace grunted, “Hell no. We didn’t fuck, why the hell would I make out with David, I have known him for like what, two weeks?”

“Pleehnty ohf thime!” Gina hicked.

Candace was halfway through her denial when she suddenly stumbled over something big when her eyes were elsewhere. She let out a high-pitched yelp and tried to regain her balance, but fell over and nearly landed on her face. Something thick, coiling, and slightly damp rolled over her legs and her head span around. She screamed! Slithering over her legs was a massive snake, the biggest monster she had seen outside Animal Planet.

“Gina! Help!” Candace shrieked, trying to pull her legs free, but the snake was way too heavy for her to get unstuck, and Candace’s struggle seemed to only excite it further.

Gina, who had just been about to take another sip of Vodka from her water bottle, stared at the scene with dizzy eyes. “Candace, honey, whoat dihd you ghet yourschelf into this timeh?”

“It’s a snake, Gina!” Candace shouted; her voice high-pitched with panic. “Help me! This thing is squeezing me!”

But Gina didn’t look concerned. In fact, she had a wicked grin on her face as she sauntered over, looking far too amused for the situation. She knelt down and took a closer look at the giant snake, which was now slowly working its way around Candace with its head facing the terrified brunette.

Then, the snake lunged, engulfing half of Candace’s upper body in a single bite. She screamed of terror, not of pain since none of its teeth pierced her skin, though they immediately did a number of her top which began to tear up. Unconcerned by Gina’s presence, or simply not viewing her as a threat to him, nor caring that its meal still was alive, the snake continued to swallow.

Candace screamed and wiggled, first she tried to use her free hands to push against the snake’s maw to halt her descent, but she wasn’t strong enough, then she made the mistake of pulling them into its maw to try to push from the inside. With sweat and saliva trickling down her head, she pulled the hands in, through the throat in an attempt to find a grip to push herself out. Her arms slipped into the slick throat, making a glurping sound, but found no solid surface to push against, and with her arms rendered useless, the snake got an even easier time. Next to follow was her considerable bust, which the snake struggled to consume, but not before the snake had humiliated her by accidentally squeezing its long tongue in between her deep cleavage, down her belly before finding freedom when it reappeared between her thighs.

Gina watched bemused as the upper body of her friend slowly was swallowed, despite her drunken state, she remembered her phone, pulled it out of her pocked and started to take pictures when it suddenly rang, it was Candace!

“Hellooo!” Gina giggled into the phone, discovering to her delight that it was a video call, giving her a full view frontal view of a slimy woman in the process of being swallowed and losing her top at the same time. “Well, wouhld you loohk at that,” Gina said, hands on her hips. “Alwaysch knew youh had a thing for tight hugs, but this… this is tahahking it to a ole’ newh level. Are you coschy in there?”

“Gina!” Candace snapped. “This is not funny!”

“I beg ‘hic* to dieffer,” Gina quipped, leaning back slightly to examine the scene with a critical eye. “I meeean, shust look at haow that schnake is hugging youh! It's like cushtom-tailored schnakeskin couture. Thalk about fitting to yohur curves! Bet it’s the schnuggest outfit you’ve ever had, and Wow, where’s your panties, girl? And...” Gina bent over and turned the camera on her phone so Candace could see her own bottom on the screen “… you are aaall whet. Sho youh and David did fuchk, I knewh it!” she exclaimed, more drunken and full of herself than ever.

Candace glared at her through the phone, though her face was rapidly turning from panicked to angry as she realized Gina wasn’t going to help immediately. The snake was now halfway down her torso, squeezing her in what Candace could only describe as an overenthusiastic, full-body hug.

“Oh yeah,” Candace drawled. “This is exactly how I wanted to end my night – with a giant, scaly animal trying to swallow me whole. Just perfect, Gina.”

Gina chuckled and bent over, poking at Candace’s bare ass. “Hey, don’t knock it. You alwaysh shaid you wanted a schnakeskin dress. It doesn’t get more authentic thanh thish! I’d say you’re really embrasching the fashion.”

Candace rolled her eyes so hard they might’ve gotten stuck if not for the fact that she had bigger concerns at the moment – like, oh, the snake's jaws beginning to stretch around her midsection. “Oh, fantastic,” she muttered sarcastically. “I’ll send a thank you card to the snake boutique after I’m done being digested.”

Gina took out her phone and started snapping pictures. “David is gonna diehh when he shees this! You’ve always been into exotic looks, and this schnake… I mean, it’s practically wrhapping youh hup like a gift. He’ll love it, especially the lower bottom.”

Candace, who had now lost any hope that Gina would actually help her, growled. “Yes, because every boyfriend loves when his girlfriend is nearly eaten by a reptile. Totally sexy.”

Gina walked around the scene like a fashion critic on a runway, tapping her chin while alternating speaking into her phone and turning it around so Candace could witness herself being eaten alive. “But youh know,” she slurred, “you could rock his cock, her rock this look. I mean, the schnake is really accentaccentuating your wahist. Look how it huuugs youhr hips! And it’s making your legs look miles long. Maybe Iiii should get one of these bad boys for myself.”

Candace glared at her friend, who had yet to make any attempt to actually free her. The snake’s head had reached her chest now, its thick coils squeezing tighter and tighter. “Gina,” she said, voice strained, “I swear to everything holy, if you don’t help me right now, I’m going to haunt you when I become snake food.”

Gina responded with a drunken laugh, reaching out to poke at the snake again, this time near its mouth. The snake hissed in response, causing Gina to pull her hand back with a giggle. “Alright, alright, hold your horseses. No nehed to ghet your panties in a *hic* twist – or your schales in a knot, in this case.”

“I’m going to strangle you with these scales if you don’t hurry up!”

The snake continued its slow, deliberate swallowing, inching down towards Candace’s thighs after her buttocks vanished. Despite her drunken state, Gina, finally realizing that maybe she should intervene, grabbed a stick from the ground and started poking at the snake’s head. It didn’t seem to have much of an effect.

“You knowh,” Gina said thoughtfully as she jabbed the stick into the snake's side, “this thing is persvistent. I guessh I have to give it points for dethermention. You alwaysch did like a guy with a firm grip.”

Candace's eyes narrowed. “Gina. You are not helping!”

The snake, however, seemed entirely unconcerned by Gina’s half-hearted attempts to prod it away. It continued its steady swallowing, until only her legs stuck outside, but by then it happened fast.

“Gina!” Candace shouted. “Do something useful!”

“I can’t,” Gina yelled, grabbed her by her ankles and tried to pull. “You are as shtuck like a cock in the ass, I need to get healp!”

“Gina! Don’t let go of me, Gina do you hear?” Candace shouted into the phone, but Gina let go and stumbled away on her high heels to find help, missing the blue heels of her friend being consumed along with her feet when the snake swallowed a last time.

“Heehlp, schombodhy help. My pretty fhreind is beigh schawllowed by a scnake!” she slurred, “Likeh a bigh ol’ fucking snack, for the schnake!” unfortunately, there wasn’t many people at the par, and the few she met, immediately turned away, not believing a single word of what the drunken bimbo was saying.

“Why the he.. hell whohn,t anybohdy listen?” she grumbled and sat down on a bench and yawned. “Maybeh I schould wait here to somebody comes…” and then she dozed off.

……………………………………………

“Oh my head, what the fuck happened at the party?” Gina groaned, slowly coming back to her senses and felt stiff as hell. “Oh fuck, is it morning already, and where am I?” she forced herself to sit upright and realized she was on a bench, not her bed. Her eyes were heavy and her head thundering when she picked up her phone to look at the time when she realized she had over a dozen messages. “Freaking hell? Candace, why have you sent me so many? Let’s see what all this is about?” A jogger with her dog passed her, when Gina opened the message box and found eighteen unopened videocalls. She opened the first one, and the memories of last night came flooding back. The first ten showed a furious Candace, full of slim, yelling at her for losing her grip. The next five showed a far more distressed woman who completely had lost her top and begged for her to save her and telling her that she had tried to contact the police who didn’t believe her. The following two were simple texts, begging her to find her again. the last one told her to take care of her dog and delete the pictures she had taken.

Gina compared the time when the last message was sent with the current time on her phone, and her wet white “Curse, it’s been four hours!”

Post a comment