I get up and sling the "spam can" of ammunition over my shoulder and stick a few stripper clips into my pockets.
 
After reloading my rifle, I stop to take stock of my situation. I am well and truly lost in a forest full of hostile and unfamilliar creatures. While that snake *did* just eat me, it was also intelligent and could communicate in english somehow. Though it's a risk, it's far better than trying to survive alone in the wilderness until I discover what other, probably less reasonable, creatures lurk in this forest. I strap the rifle's sling to my shoulder, and give chase.
 
I pass a thicket of brush and immediately see two piercing eyes staring at me. A familiar shade of red, and really close. Too close. Instantly, a purple appendage wraps around me and lifts me off the ground.
 
"AAH!"
 
"I didn't think I'd see you again."
 
I take a moment to compose myself, stuttering despite my best efforts.
"Okay h-hear me out. I'm g-genuinely lost and I'd rather risk confronting you again than d-dying of the elements out here."
 
"Lost?"
 
"I h-have no idea how I got here, or w-where "here" even is."
 
"And the gun?"
 
"I j-just found it. I swear!"
 
"Hmm."
The snake seemed stop for a moment.
"Well, I need some more time to think, and it's easier with a full belly"
 
 
I feel the coils shift, pulling the rifle sling off my shoulder, and I see an all too recognizable fleshy chasm open in front of me. I can only watch in horror as it approaches, not just threatening to envelop me but promising it.
"No no no no! Don-"
-and I am plunged into its dark and slimy depths. I thrash wildly against the walls, in a vain attempt to stop myself from sliding deeper.
 
"Relax, I'm not going to digest you."
 
"H-How am I s-supposed to trust y-you?"
 
"Well, you don't have much else of a choice."
 
"Fucking-"
Truth be told, they are right. Not only am I completely outmatched physically, but I can barely tell up from down. Separated from my rifle by several inches of snake flesh, I can only wait to see what they have planned. I take stock of my surroundings:
It's warm, but not unbearably so. Warmer than I expected for a reptile but colder than anything warm-blooded. The air is thick and humid but interestingly enough to breathe. The walls occasionally contract around me, going from soft and pliable to tight, rigid and inflexible. Drenching me in unpleasantly slimy secretions in the process. In all honesty, it's surprisingly hospitable.
I decide to try to crawl backwards, but it very quickly becomes like trying to push myself backwards up a greased slide. I change directions. There's no incline in this direction so it's somewhat easier, but it's still difficult to get a grip on anything because everything's soaked in slime. Slime that glues me in place and slips under my hands. Regardless, I begin to make slow progress.
 
Several minutes later:
 
"Alright. We're here."
The snake pauses for a moment.
"Like it in there?"
 
"What? No! G-Get me out of here!"
 
"You've crawled youself a lot deeper."
 
"...fuck."
 
"Just a slight change of plans."
 
The contractions suddenly increase in strength, pushing me forwards. The tunnel fills with the sound of squelching. Soon enough, I spot a pinprick of daylight-
And I am unceremoniously pushed out of its asshole. The sphincter giving me a final squeeze before letting me go.
"Eugh."
 
The snake puts down my rifle and ammo that it had apparently been carrying.
"I'm not allowed any closer. Head that way and they'll sort you out. I'll see you around~"
 
"Th-Thanks?"
 
The snake slithers away.
 
I get up and orient myself, then wipe as much of the snake's juices off of myself. I'm definitely still going to need a shower and a change of clothes.
I pick up my rifle and ammo, slightly hesitant to soil the fabric of the slings but putting them over my shoulders anyways. I start making my way in that direction. A good few moments later, I stumble out of the undergrowth and into an empty field. Spotting a farmhouse in the distance, I decide to give them a knock.
At first glance, the lady opening the door looks mostly normal, but the second look disagrees. She has a pair of small, furry ears on the top of her head, and I can almost make out the tip of a pink tail further into the house. The fact that I'm well within arms reach of someone clearly not fully human, and both slightly taller and of larger build than me causes my brain to trip itself.
 
"...H-hey, I h-have no idea where I am and I r-really need a sh-shower."
 
She takes a moment to think, all the while staring at me.
"Sure..."
 
I step indoors and she brings me to the shower. I decide to also quickly scrub my clothes clean, better to have wet than slimy or no clothes. After washing the last of the gunk off of my body and clothing, I step out of the washroom to see 2 men armed with a hunting rifle and a shotgun as well as the lady, armed with a revolver. Notably, the two men look completely normal. I drop my rifle and raise my hands.
 
"Good choice."
 
One of them steps behind me and restrains my arms.
 
"Are you a predator?"
 
"What?"
 
"You heard me, are you a predator?"
 
"The fuck do you mean?"
 
One of them steps forwards and pinches my face, causing me to wince in pain.
 
"He's not."
 
The man behind me lets me go, sighing in relief.
 
"Sorry about that, we have to be careful about outsiders."