[This log was played in 2007 between Terris and Ferana. Thanks to the other player for allowing me to post it. Contains: Swallowing vore by a non-morphic snake and non-explicit digestion. - Terris]
 
Auriwen's form slowly picks herself up with a groan, one hand going to her head as she glances upward to the chute that dropped her in and happens to be the main source of light in the otherwise dull lit floor. Pondering how on earth she's going to get out, she doesn't even notice anything else until she hears the sound of a slither from coils shifting against the sand. There's something in here with her! Tensing immediately she glances about, eyes trying to adjust to the darkness, starting to make out the shape of something moving and trying to spy her sword even as the snake gets a much clearer view of its guest.
 
( The snake is large, quite long indeed and nearly as thick in body as she is. She would be able to see it move in the dim light, coils uncoiling against the far wall as it slithered across the sandy pit towards her, its long tongue flicking out at her as it nears. As it enters the light, she would be able to make out it's coloring, a mottled greenish brown with a long wide head and jaw. This was not a venomous snake...which meant it had to be another type... )
 
Auriwen letting out a breath of alarm in spotting the figure now slithering toward her, its very noise driving panic into her body as she twists and flees to the side where she thinks her sword fell; she's not exactly a high damage dealer without it and the support from the rest of the party is far, far above as they try and figure out how to deal with the chute. Of no use to her then with an equal leveled snake before her and her unarmed, especially as it can make out her warm, vulnerable figure rooting around.
 
( The snake 's head moves to follow the movement of his quarry. It was moving around a lot and it had become quite agitated. It's body shifted, now fully uncoiled and moving towards her. It was a long one indeed, long enough that stretched out it would easily reach from the ground to the top of the chute. Its body rustled against the sand as it moved forward, it's big head bobbing as it's tongue tasted her fear. Then, it's head reached her, bumping against her leg as the rest of its body slithered continuously towards her to bring its entire form nearer to her. )
 
Auriwen gasps in realizing that, in its motions, the snake has cut her off from the sword completely unintentionally. What is has done intentionally though is leave a very loose loop of the thick body to limit her movements as she scoots back from its head but has to travel along its side in the process. Her actions not helping to discourage it that she's a threat. She's flailing, vulnerable. Prey.
 
( The snake moves as she does, it's head raising higher off the ground until it is almost eye-level with her, supported by its powerful muscles... It's long tail curls now along the wall back behind her, slowly encircling her in a ring of snake. While she could probably step over its length, the fact that it's big head and questing tongue follows her might dissuade such attempts. And indeed, as she scrambled, it moves it's head, watching her, tasting, circling it around her so that she is now completely encircled by a slowly shrinking loop of snake. )
 
Auriwen freezes up a moment in alarm as she watches its scales shift and flex along the sand, seeing how it disturbs the surface with its thick and unfortunately quite muscled bulk. To it she's just a deer caught in terror and indeed it'll have seen the next reaction commonly too; she moves out of desperation, seeking to leap over it in a sudden movement, desperate to reunite herself with her weapon!
 
( The snake moves quickly as she begins to move as if to try and get away, the loop closing further as its head and upper body continues its circling of her. Her leap is successful as she mounds over the low lying coil, but as she does so, the snake follows her, able to move at least as quickly as she so that as she stops and turns to look back, she would find that it's head has already begin to circle her more tightly than it had before, the muscles in its length rippling as it begins its new tighter loop and it's smooth scales brush against her leg. )
 
Auriwen gasps in alarm as it makes a move for her too and blocks her passage with her head, leaving her to twist and try and lean over it to reach for her sword. Her stomach pressing against the coil of its body that brushed her leg as it rises against her and she flinches in feeling the scrape of scale along her skin, her hand grappling frantically at the sand on the other side.
 
( Leaning over perhaps wasn't the best move, for as she leans over the coil, it tightens around her as the snake coiled itself around her more fully, it's tail coiling from the other side and shifting so that it slides under the coil already around her, forcing it up and her to stand up straighter. By now, she has very little room to move in left, the snake's muscular body curling and tightening around her, it's head weaving as it watches her, tongue tasting her fear and fight. After a moment, she would feel the tensing of muscles on her legs as the coil closes around them entirely. )
 
Auriwen flinches at the feeling of the thick muscular coil casually flexing inward to start to draw about her legs and it's not until she starts to feel the weight upon the back of her feet that she realizes her mistake, especially when it starts to tense to play its trap. The fact she's pushed upright again leaving her without the sword, grasping frantically at the sand, then at the coil before her as she's coaxed back into its grip. Both of her hands trying to shove a coil away as she arches in seeking to slip back before it's too late.
 
( All of her struggling is for naught as the snake continues to shift its weight and contract its muscles around her, the level of the coils growing higher to her waist, then her chest, rapidly closing the space in which she stands... He attempts to wriggle and struggle out accomplish little and soon she would feel the muscles of the snake tightening around her waist, and then her chest, constricting movement and her air, all while the snake's tongue flicked out at her, tasting her fear and desperation as it watched her with dull unblinking eyes. Then, it's head begins to raise up, rising on its length above her, it's jaw shifting as it prepares to begin the next stage... )
 
Auriwen gasps as more and more of the snake's weight presses against her, shivering as she feels coils slithering across her flesh or each other in a subtle hissing noise as they curl around. But then the start to tighten and she jerks in feeling the muscular compression of them drawing in along her chest to start squeezing the air out of her, the adventurers mouth gaping as she tries to tug her arms out from beneath snake coils only to flinches in feeling it adjust its posture further, watching a mottled length lifting above her as its head raises up to stare down it's terrified prey.
 
( The snake's head shifts, rising even higher, and curves over to look down at her as it's coils continue to tighten and grip her, the muscles and scales rippling against her tightly encased flesh. The coils are far too tight for her to pull her arms free now. As she looks up at the snake's head, its jaw opens, revealing it's row of blunt teeth, and then, it unhinges, growing grotesquely wide as it lowers down towards her head. And then, her head is engulfed in the only slightly damp cavern of its unhinged mouth. )
 
Auriwen writhes desperately with a frantic panting, her fear literally sensed by it as it starts to lower toward her whilst coils press up all the way to her shoulders in squeezing her, keeping her from breathing, escaping or being able to draw strength. She can't even cry out as those jaws start to lower and she finds its head curving, suddenly gazing up into the fleshy pink interior awaiting her, framing her face lewdly between the jaws of its gleaming maw.
 
( Indeed, some of her own party, if they were able to watch, and perhaps they were watching from above, might find the sight of their companion in such dire peril exciting or even arousing... especially as the snake so expertly maneuvers her into its unhinged jaws. Its coils begin to move and shift, rippling around her to force her body upward as it's jaws descend on her head. Within moments her face is pressed against the soft fleshy back of its throat and the tight muscular swallowing contractions begin, pulling her face, then head into its hungry throat and beginning the start of bulge just beyond the crown of its head. )
 
Auriwen tries to scream, but she can't find the breath to do so. The snake's meal is hardly rushed or difficult. The way it leisurely curls its maw down over her is horrifying, her form almost grunting as she feels the squeeze and press of its coils in compressing her inward, but mostly in seeing the small fleshy blossoming of its throat opening for her! But there's really nothing she can do other then squirm as her face is surrounded by cool, slimy flesh that closes in with a wet glish as it takes in her head, forming the shape of her skull in its neck.
 
( The snake is truly in no hurry as it consumes its meal, not even bothering to squeeze the life out of her entirely as it enjoys its unexpected meal. It's coils continue to shift, ever moving and sliding over one another in a quiet rasping sound, forcing her body upward until, tired of the awkward position, it falls to its side, taking her with it so she now lays on her side, entombed in the snakes muscular flesh while being slowly consumed. Those powerful muscles in its throat continue to swallow, pulling her head deeper into the wet pink tunnel that leads to its stomach. Then, it's jaws crest over her shoulder, the jaws closing down on her as it gulps rhythmically, pulling them in too so that the lump in its length slowly starting to take more and more of a human form... )
 
Auriwen is breathing hard in the thin air inside of its body, but it's enough to sustain her as she gets to watch nothing but the dimly lit chute of pink flesh ripple. Opening up before her, gleaming with a waiting sliminess that her body is drawn through in each squishy swallow. Her heart pounding in her chest in terror as she feels its jaws working just slightly side to side in drawing over her shoulders and then squeezing them in, it's broad and blunt muzzle starting to press at her chest as it swallows loudly again in consuming her alive.
 
( It's coils continue shifting, pressing her as if disgorging her from a tube, into its waiting wet throat, the ping flesh muscular and rhythmic in its tight pulling at her. Its jaws open and contract as it gulps her further into its length. Its jaws slide over her chest next, then towards her hips, the powerful muscles of its throat ever gulping against her even as its mouth flesh is stretched tightly around her form. The lump on its length now truly does look human, especially as it pulls in her breasts, then hips... )
 
Auriwen wriggles between its small pauses, panting frantically as she stares helplessly at the rippling flesh moving before her, opening up to receive more of her body as its jaws lift the underside of her chest up, lewdly framing them with saliva running from its chin lips to her body before its mouth closes again and it gulps about her in a horrible squish that drags her deeper before jaws stretch to press further down and repeat the motion along the raise of her hips. The adventurer struggling frantically in arching up along her body and trying to push out at the muscular chute, in turn only moving that form beneath its stretched scales.
 
( The snakes tongue slithers between her breasts as they slide past it into the snake's hungry throat. The taste of this prey was better than most, sweet and so delightfully frightened. If it feels her arms pressing outward, or her wriggling, it does not show it its actions as it continues its slow consuming of her body, its jaw now nibbling at her thighs while its coils continue pushing her deeper with their muscular and continuous contractions. Then, her ass is inside the snake's jaws and it too is pulled into its gulping throat, the walls tightening down on her squeezing almost sensuously as it forces her entire body deeper into the snake. )
 
Auriwen tries a weak scream in frustration and in a cry for help that goes unanswered as she feels its cool slimy jaws curling along the surface of her ass in uplifting her body, leaving just her legs free in the open air and yet still weighted under muscular coils. The rest of her forced to curve somewhat with the shape of its body as it works the writhing shape of its meal further down what seem to be pulsing scales.
 
( With her butt inside its throat now and rapidly being gulped down, the snakes coils slide from her legs, even as it's jaw rasps against her knees. Inside it, she continues to slide deeper, the warm wet chamber she's in grumbling a little with the start of its digestive process. Her body forms a rather lewd lump in its length now, its jaws still spread wide as it swallows what is now clearly a human woman, her legs beneath the knees clearly visible to any who might see. )
 
Auriwen's legs kick frantically, looking ever so dainty in comparison to the broad muzzle casually mouthing and swallowing about them in drawing past her knees. The rest of her body the lewd bulge beneath its scales, its form tight enough to show how she's squeezed into a chute shape, her arms in front of her stomach but trying to turn to press out. Her form gasping as she feels the soft grumble and wet edge clinging to her head as it works far enough down the large snake to entice its stomach.
 
( The snake's constant swallows continued, like a full body massage, it's length ripping as it started to stretch itself out to more properly move her from one end of its body to the other. As her legs kicked, the snake continued to swallow, it's jaw gulping at her flailing limps, pulling them in deeper until only her feet remained outside... and then, even they were gone and the snake's jaw rehinged and shit, it's long esophagus pulling and squeezing and pushing her down to its stomach for the long digestive process that would soon begin. Beneath its scales, her body could indeed be seen squirming and moving. Anyone who would look would see it, and indeed, the human female shape that marked itself as a huge lump in its length was almost lewd in how it moved, trapped and now just snake food. )
 
Auriwen is so far inside of the snake that she can feel it moving and slithering, pushing her forward to straighten and make room for her mass. Her feet kicking to the very last as deceivingly soft, pink jaws first stretch over her feet and then close in a clop. No more adventurer! Instead she's trapped inside the warm fleshy ripples of its throat, whimpering as each one helps to draw her in a little deeper. The form on the outside visibly flailing as it's drawn down to the snake's stomach with noone around to rescue her from the trap!
 
( With its meal now fully swallowed, the snake just lays there, spread across the floor of the pit as its muscles ripple along its length, pushing her deeper into it, her head slowly sliding into the part of it that contains it's stomach... She was snake food, and although her weak and feeble attempts to struggle free could be seen bulging and jiggling the massive snake's scales, there was nothing she could do now to stop it from turning her from a sexy yet hapless adventurer in peril to a nourishing morsel for a snake. The snake's tongue flickers out, tasting the air as it relaxes in pleasurable satisfaction, enjoying the sensations within it. )
 
Auriwen tries to scream for help, but there's noone else down here to help her. She's been left ultimately with a little private time to get to know the pit's occupant more. Unfortunately for her, that time is being spent in his belly with the real danger of her quest ending in his stomach. Her legs trying to kick further back in moving its scales, their muscular form visibly seen contracting each time they press down behind her to squeeze her further in.
 
( She would be able to feel the muscles rippling against her body, pushing her, squeezing her deeper, like a powerful massage that is as deadly as it is warm and soft. Her shoulders and then chest slip into the snake's stomach now, the limited air becoming tepid and she is slowly moved to her final home. The snake still tastes the air, her squirming unusually pleasurable for it. It usually killed prey before eating it, but now, with its lively meal struggling in its gut, it now seemed sure not to kill the next one. The poor adventurer had just doomed the next hapless victim to a living entombment in flesh just like her... )
 
Auriwen whimpers as she feels the warmer air squished about her in odd bubbles, especially at the wet contractions at her waist that are just helping to push her into the more insistently pulsing surface. It's there that she realizes she's being squeezed into its stomach region where she'll be digested alive. Another cry coming from her in trying to shove outward.
 
( The snake's body continues to ripple, pushing her further into that wet growling area that her head and shoulders had entered... more and more of her is pushed in over the next few minutes, until she is surrounded by the wet, dripping flesh and can feel it soaking her skin and clothing. The rippling muscles stop as her feet finally enter it as well, and then she is left in silence, only the sounds of wet occasional pulsing to be heard. On the outside, her shape can be seen bulging its length, humanoid and definitely female. )
 
Auriwen gasps as she's squeezed in so completely and left into the still chute-like sac whilst feeling it pulse and ripple in a slow, steady motion along her vulnerable flesh already plastered from head to toe in slickness from travelling down the snake's body. Instead she feels it stop, letting her know she's trapped in its belly, unless she escapes her adventure is over! She squirm as best as she's able her air slowly running out.
 
( But escape is no longer an option. The pit she'd fallen down was too deep for her adventure party's ropes to reach her. And besides, they'd seen the whole thing as they looked down over the lip of the pit. The group of males had seen the girl get squeezed and swallowed, and although the big snake was now sated, none of them wanted to risk making certain of that fact. And so, they move on without her (perhaps to find private places to "remember" what they'd just seen), leaving her behind, a tasty, girl-shaped lump in the belly of a snake.)