Of all the ways Shelly Vasquez could've foreseen her life ending, she'd never really considered the possibility of spending her final moments inside what was essentially a long tube of muscle with a mouth. So when she sat down for a shit in one of the grimy public restrooms at the local zoo, checking her surroundings for long, scaly predators was the last thing on her mind. And even if the thought passed through her thick, seventeen-year-old skull at some point, her situation proved... counter-productive... to stopping it.
See, Shelly had this little problem. No matter where she needed to, erm... do her business... she couldn't do it without the right conditions, and, well...
Shelly had to shit naked. It just didn't feel right to have anything touching her body when nature took its course. Too constraining; too uncomfortable. What'd the doctor call it? He had a term for it...
She was...
Somatically aware. Yeah, that was it.
Her clothes lay in a neat pile atop the toilet paper dispenser; no chance was she letting them touch the dingy-ass floor. Who knew how many people pissed all over it.
With a bored look in her eye, Shelly dragged her thumb over the screen to her smartphone again and again, watching countless faces zoom past on Tinder. She didn't know why her retard of a brother chose the fucking zoo, of all places, as his birthday destination, but she wasn't about to let it ruin her day. Not when she had a long night of orgasmic bliss lined up afterward. She just needed to find a good fuck. But so far, she only managed to gather up a handful of right-swipes. They just didn't make good man-meat like they used to.
A wave of relief crashed into her as a long, warm log slipped out of her ass and coiled on top of itself in the bottom of the bowl. Her business done, Shelly launched herself to her feet and reached for the TP dispenser.
Man, with all the dick she'd bury that night, she'd have to wear black to school tomorrow. That thought forced a light snicker out of her.
A scaly sensation brushed across her ankle.
Shelly froze. Slowly, she craned her neck down to see a the massive head of a golden-eyed snake, peering up at her from the floor. A long, wiry black tongue slithered out of the serpent's mouth and flicked her shin.
A scream erupted from the back of her throat. She leapt backward--or, she would have if not for the bathroom wall cracking against her skull. Pain flared over her scalp as she collapsed to the floor beside the toilet.
After a moment, her senses swirled back to her, and she found herself staring right into the serpent's crescent eyes. From there, her gaze jittered past the snake's head, to the shimmering, gold-and-green hue of its powerful body, so long the other half disappeared in the blackness of an open vent shaft to her right.
How...
How the fuck did she not hear it coming?
The predatory titan slithered closer.
"Hey!" Shelly shrieked. "Someone! There's a..."
As the snake slid its body under her calves, and thousands of smooth scales breezed over her skin, fear wrapped its icy tendrils around her throat, cutting her breath short. She could only generate quick, squeak-like bursts of sound through the crushing dread. "Snake!" she whimpered. "Snake! HELP!"
Its body coiled around her legs, forcing them together. She tried to move them, but the serpent only squeezed tighter in response.
"H-h... help!" Shelly barely squeaked, nothing more than a trapped field mouse to the superior predator.
A warm tingle flickered in her ovaries. A familiar, damp sensation seeped into her crotch.
No...
No fucking WAY did she get...
Shelly's head grew heavy. A scarlet haze shrouded her mind; a dizzying storm of fear, arousal, and confusion. How did the thought of a struggling mouse make her wet?
She didn't have long to ponder it before a slick, hot sleeve slipped over her face, pulling her head-first into the snake's tight maw.
Shelly opened her mouth to scream, but no sound escaped. No matter how weird it was, deep down, part of her wanted this. Like a primal fire that'd been ignited in her heart, spreading molten heat through her veins in a blistering wave of pleasure.
Predator and prey--it was nature's way; the most basic principle among all living things. And no matter how popular Shelly was among the upper classmen, no matter how many times she'd won Homecoming Queen, or how many games the volleyball team would've lost without her...
To this superior being, Shelly Vasquez was nothing more than nutrients and shit.
By the time the snake's jaws crawled down over her supple breasts, shooting electric excitement through her sensitive nipples, down into her very core, Shelly wouldn't have fought it, even if she could.
The snake's insides were tight and slippery, coated in a fine wall of saliva and mucus, dampening her hair as she traveled further into its body.
Its head encroached around her waist, wrapping her soft, silky skin in a heated blanket of comfort. Its throat pulsated, massaging her with velvety nodules, pulling her deeper by the second.
Carnal heat spread in her loins. Trembling in a cross between terror and excitement, Shelly struggled to drag her hand down past her soaked bush; the muscles enveloping her arm didn't allow for much movement. But finally, as the snake closed in on her hips, her fingers managed to dive into her moist honey-pot, sending a lustful shiver through her pelvic nerves.
Down the snake went, caressing her shapely legs with its firm, wet embrace.
Shelly couldn't pay attention, anymore. The wet, sloshing sounds of the snake's innermost folds rubbing across her ears was all she could think of as she twirled a finger around her throbbing clitoris.
She hit an explosive climax as the snake's jaws closed around her toes. The fevered heat reached a new, fiery high as pleasure rocketed through her clitoris like lightning, spreading down around her vaginal walls and crackling into her veins with the force of a meteor strike.
Shelly came.
Her musclular abdomen contracted. With each writhing throe, the snake's walls firmly massaged her sensitive, tingling skin, further prolonging her orgasm. She barely noticed when the predator's body lurched into motion, dragging its meal back through the vent and into the neighboring snake pen.
Shelly Vasquez, the highschool dream-queen, was only a mouse waiting to be digested.

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Franklin Vasquez stared at the trees in childlike wonder. Before him, in a large snake pen, a massive python had coiled itself around a pair of thick branches, basking in the light of its heat lamp. In the center of the snake's gut, a woman-shaped bulge twitched frantically, rocking back and forth in its scaly hammock.
Franklin thought about calling his parents over for a look, but they seemed about as bored by the zoo as Shelly did. But then again, Shelly'd never seen anything like this before.
"Wait 'til sis gets a load of THIS," Franklin beamed to himself, setting off to find his sister.

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Heyo! I'm new here; this is my first-ever attempt at vore art. Uh... hope you're entertained by it and the little story-thingy I made for it. Yeah.

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