She couldn’t breathe, the doe wheezing in the embrace of a snake's compressing coils. The deer not seeing the small serpent as a threat until it was constricted around her middle throttling the fight out of the larger mammal. She knew just from its size the snake could not swallow her, but that meant very little if it crushed the air out of her and let her suffocate as it continued to clamp down on her weakly bucking body. The strong as steel vice-like grip that it had her locked into reducing the doe to just weak wriggles as she was barely able to breathe, let alone resist the overbearing hug of the repulsive reptile.

The protesting not doing her any favours, as with each twitch the snare seemed to tighten ever more so the more, she tried to avoid asphyxia. Soon she was simply spasming, as her lungs burned in her chest like embers as anaerobic respiration took hold in her cells like a wildfire. Each shallow gasp threatening to be her last before the pressure on her ribs steadied and the snake seemed to plateau its powerful pressure upon her frailer form.

For a moment the spark of hope ignited in the doe’s bosom, as it beat aggressively in her chest, the tone bordering on a heart attack from the overbearing force the plucky predator had inflicted on her respiratory system. The snake perhaps giving up, or it had been started by something so it would call off its attack, the doe’s ears swivelling so that she might hear her herd if they had come to her aid, but instead, she heard only her own frantic biology and the wispy breaths of the snake as it encased her with its scally caress. The doe chancing a bleat, but it stifled in her throat and almost induced a coughing fit leaving her to gag on her own compacted organs as her body cavity strained under the stress as an unhealthy amount of PSI pressed down on her.

This optimism was soundly quashed though when the pale maw of the snake curved around the bend of the coil throttling the Doe’s throat as it became apparent that the beast still intended to ingest her. the snakes tiny head parting into a greedy gape, as it slowly neared clearly intent in attempting to swallow the doe whole and alive. The moist maw meeting her muzzle and slowly riding up the wedge-shaped morphology, so the clammy confines were soon covering her cringing face. The deer closing her eyes as he felt the light pricks of the creature’s fangs dancing over her short fur as the beast began to walk down its meal with its raking teeth.

The suction like a slimy sock that quickly climbed over the doe’s slender face until it the tip of the snake’s snout was teetering on the crown of her cervine head. The glossy lips rimming the back of the head, as the t junction that was the doe’s fidgeting ears served as a temporary bulwark. The provisional resistance of the anatomy faltering with a steady shunt as the tepid wash of the beast's innards creeped over the folded flush ears and with another swallow, the snake began to crawl down the doe’s nubile neck.

The serpent shaking its head slowly as it parted its elastic jaw ligaments and began to coast down the deer’s body as it slotted her form within its trunk-like body with surprising ease. The doe was unable to do anything to resist the slow creep of the slick gullet as it sealed her an inch at a time in the tart heat of a constricting cocoon of pulsating flesh. The shroud sheathing her as it was soon dancing over her shoulders as it threaded her coal coloured nose through the pert sphincter as she began to flow into the soon to be filled stomach.

The space cramped and caustic, the stench of decay on her nose causing the doe to instinctively retch, at the thoroughly inhospitable atmosphere of the growling gut. The doe’s muzzle scraping through the putrid pool of sour soup was with a series of peristaltic pulls the deer was yanked into the squalid space until her nose pushed gently against the starfish of muscle at the other end of the stomach leading to the maze-like intestinal piping.

The flesh flexing like a plastic bag, that crackled as the thick gastric phlegm was flexed, but after a few impacts it seemed clear that the doe would not fit, and she hoped the snake would tire and evict her from its drool drenched interior. But the snake did not relent and feeling a crick in her neck the doe began to fold like a piece of paper as her body contorted to the contour of the caustic cavity.

The snake unwinding as it reached her hips, its jaws riding her rump, tail lifted in terror as it she might be able to run away from the threatening throat, she was currently filling out like a snakeskin body sock. The acid beginning to burn her flaring nostrils as the soft tissue was coated in the eager enzymes that began to lyse the epithelial cells with their methodical scissor-like snipping of cell membranes.

The snake clapping the buttocks together as it sealed the back passage before with a slow shaking of the head the serpent seemed to glide down the jerking legs as the doe was made to fit. The deer making a swollen lump in the snakes normally rope-like body, the doe’s body stretching the scales with a much more defined bulge then the more oblong protrusions she had seen her fellow deer make in much larger reptiles. The doe’s head and even the rise of her ear clear as day as it was smothered by the side of the stomach as she manifested a dull clod of quivering features that seemed to grimace with each passing roll of the oscillating oesophagus.

The mostly ingested deer knowing her time was rapidly running out, as she had seemed many of her kin reduced to animated protuberances over her years of life. Some of the bulges already still, the snake kind enough to snuff the life from its quarry, others like the entombed doe were animated until the air ran out and they slowly stilled into just a few sporadic spasms. From there it was simply letting nature take its course as there was little that could be done except force the snake to disgorge a cooling corpse. The end result of such a stay in a serpent always the same, perhaps an ejected ball of oily hair and a few hoof clefts and teeth lining a small log as the last artefacts of a former cervine.

The doe knowing this would be her fate as her hind hooves were brought together by the living bondage to the clatter of two hooves striking together like a gong. The do unable to resist as the snake “s” ed its neck and wobbled slightly as it tried to hook the curve of its lower lip on the tips of her convulsing hooves. the first few attempts clumsy but with a little tenacity that the snake seemed to possess in droves it succeeded and with a yawning shudder it sealed the doe within its massively inflated body.

The snake retracting its neck as it pushed the deer deeper into its sauna-like gastric hug, as it wafted its jaws to realign its mandibles. The sated serpent content in the conquest of its still moving meal as it found itself beached on its bloated belly that bulged excessively from its normally straw-like shape. The doe steamed in the sweltering heat of its core, and still rather lively, but that would pass in time when the stomach clamped down to reduce the female into a venison meatloaf. The kneading too much for the digestive glazed deer as it mewled weakly on the already stale air, that stroked her form in flushes of tactile touch that ran up her spine like the looming fear of death that entrenched in her panicked mind as she realised she was going to die. The doe’s fate that of food, just as her ilk she had seen ingested, and the thought caused her to shiver in such a way that her quaking rippled her silhouette beneath the serpents polished skin. The beautiful patterns adorning its body warping around her outline, as the tissue seemed to already be straining as it tried to compact its quarry into a more economical position to stew into sluice.

The snake ignoring these pointless protests, as it had her, the creature simply sunning its self as it waited for these complaints to cease, so its stomach could condense her calories into a more manageable protein package so that it might slither off and finish processing her at its leisure. Until then though it would just slowly wheeze up her air as a series of hissing burps and listen to the sound of its body reducing hers into its base elements……

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Today we have something rather different, as instead of an art trade or comission we have someone simply indulginy my deviancy. The image above was posted by Shinylatia's ( http://www.furaffinity.net/user/shinylatias/ ) over on their twitter a few days ago, and i was simply enamoured by it. I asked them and they were kind enough to allow me to post and write a story for it, which i am extremely grateful for the opertunity as it is rare that i write feral on feral action, and i am always a bit tender for some smaller pred fun. It also gave me a break from Ponies and my other more exotic projects, so i relished the opertuinty to go back to basics and do a simple snake story.

I hope they enjoy the lemon, and you guys find some amusement from this overly ambitious serpent.

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