The forest was little more than a blur as I dashed across the undergrowth, my heart pounding in my chest while my four legs carried me to the destination I so dearly hoped would fulfill my deepest desire. 

Arriving at the conspicuous hole I scouted out previously, I squeezed in, a curtain of darkness falling over the world. Once my eyes adapted to the dim light, they witnessed perfection. There, snoozing in her den, curled up with her tail across her snout, was the ekans I had been stal— following for the past week. Sleek, veiled gorgeous purple scales, her little tail adorned with cute yellow beads on the end, with one yellow stripe running across her neck. 

Everything about her was perfect.

I knew what I was doing wasn't normal. I knew being here wasn’t safe. Most rattata wished for a quiet life without much excitement. Settle down with a mate, make lots and lots of babies, and pass on surrounded by family, happy and fulfilled.

Me, however? I wanted to be eaten by a serpent, swallowed whole. Devoured intact, alive, and conscious through the entire experience. The very thought of sliding through the tight, squishy, oh-so-warm walls of an ekans’ esophagus and into their stomach had my fur standing on end, and not from fear. 

I just had to find the perfect predator to eat me, which was more difficult than it sounded. I would’ve loved to go for something bigger like an arbok, but they had fangs. Fangs were terrifying, designed to puncture and kill. Being skewered and pumped full of venom before the main event would be a total mood killer.

As for ekans, their mouths were about as dangerous as their other end. The perfect predator to fulfill my dream.

Gulping nervously, I gathered my courage and approached the snoozing ekans. “Hello. You’re very pretty.” My voice was soft, barely perceptible. Perhaps she hadn’t heard me?

Yellow slits opened in the darkness to regard me in the low-light of the den. The ekans stared at me, as though unsure what to make of his presence. I waved a paw. 

She waved back with the tip of her tail, movements sluggish and slow. “Ugh… hello?” she spoke slowly, clearly still waking up. Her voice was very pretty. “Am I dreaming of food again? Come here little snack, into my belly you go…”

Closing her eyes again, she rolled over, curling around herself until she was fast asleep. Soft hissing filled the den, slow and content.

Even her snores were perfect.

Time to enact the plan. If she couldn’t be bothered to eat me, I had to provoke her. And maybe get a good, long look at her sleek, serpentine body in the process. Fellow rattata simply couldn’t match a serpent’s majesty. 

Eyes flicking down to her underbelly, I licked my muzzle. Her vent was right there. A subtle crease near the end of her tail that I wouldn’t have been able to notice without knowing what to look for. While being eaten by her was the main goal, I wasn't opposed to exploring some other parts first. Worst outcome, she would kick me out. Best outcome, she would eat me.

Not that being eaten mattered with the little enchantment my espeon friend had cast on me. All the thrills of being eaten without the messy realities of being digested. Melted by powerful acids, suffocating due to the lack of air, being crushed by bands of intense muscles; none of that was in my future.

Feeling bold, I stepped forward and touched her vent, sliding my digits across the smooth scales surrounding her sideways slit. Dipping inward, I slipped a single claw inside her opening, where the soft, inner flesh of her cloaca spasmed in protest, then tensed even more as I– 

Her eyes opened at the invasive touch, and she jerked away, pulling my claw out in the process. “Ah! The heck–!?” Glaring at me, her eyes flicked toward my claws, which were still resting her vent. 

Her pupils dilated even further, but I butted in before she could get too angry. “I’ll let you eat me without a struggle if I can mate with you!”

“What?” The ekans tilted her head. “Oh, I get it.” She hummed, closing her eyes. “I’m still dreaming. Alright, dream rodent. I’m not one to pass up a sex dream, even if it’s with prey. Which is weird, but whatever.” Her cloaca was slickening before my eyes. I couldn’t believe my luck! “Make it good! But I don’t want to eat you… last time I ate something in my dreams I nearly swallowed my own tail.”

Now I had a choice. Do I go along with her false impression, or do I tell her this isn’t a dream and potentially lose out on fantastic sex and an even more fantastic journey?

The choice was obvious.

“Could you bring your maw closer while we mate?” I was pushing my luck, I knew, but I was curious how much I could get away with as I mounted her presented tail and lined my twitching length with her squishy cloaca. She obviously wasn’t the liveliest ekans in the coil, was she?

“Like in a kiss?” She seemed to consider it. “Um, I’ve never kissed anyone before...” 

As cute as that was, I shook my head. “No, I mean, I want to see your tight throat while I’m fucking your sexy vent.”

“Oh. Like this?” A grin grew across her muzzle and, with a wink, she opened up to reveal a sight I would never forget. 

Yawning wide was a pink, fangless, fleshy cavern. Strands of saliva connected the upper and bottom halves, but further back one could see into the darkness within, layers upon layers of slick flesh that clenched and unclenched before my eyes. Just past her tiny breathing tube, fluttering with every breath, the seemingly endless abyss to her throat was truly heart-stopping. It enraptured me, a tantalizing glimpse of the journey ahead. 

I wanted to crawl inside. Embraced by squishy warmth, pressing in on me, experience her body in all its hot, squeezing glory. The ekans' could never understand how incredible the sight of her throat was for one such as me, but she didn’t need to. Humoring me was more than enough.  

I swallowed. Hard. "W-wow… your throat is beautiful.”

“Really?” She shook her head with a smile, causing the folds of her throat to squeeze attractively. My heart pounded. “Ha, this dream is so weird! Even the prey are horny! Stick your weird rattata penis in me and breed me, you kinky little weirdo~”

Who could argue with that? I lined myself up, squeaked as I felt her slick warmth against my tip, and then sunk inside in one, easy push. Her body squeezed from the intrusion, the heat of it all almost better than the pressure, the tightness.

The ekans hissed loudly. “A-ah, yep! That’s definitely inside! O-oooh! I’m mating with prey! Wait, I’m mating, period! Wow, this already feels great. I wonder if mating in real life feels this good? It feels very realistic!”

Wincing at misleading the poor thing, I nonetheless decided to tell her the truth after I came. As a neat side effect, she should be angry enough to gulp me down on the spot. 

Meanwhile, I clutched her midsection to my chest as I humped in mindless frenzy, nuzzling her soft belly as the pressure built quickly. 

My whiskers must be tickling her since she began to squirm, giggling. “I got to find a rattata like you when I wake up!” she said brightly. “Forget masturbating with my snout, this is amazing!”

Having long since closed her mouth, the ekans leaned in and stared into my eyes as she got in on the action, gyrating herself in ways that rubbed and stroked me in the best of ways. Her expression was intense, too. Like I was the greatest thing she had ever seen. She nuzzled me, then her tongue flicked out in a surprise kiss. 

Before I knew it, the clumsy, virgin ekans had stolen my first kiss!

She pushed harder into my muzzle, trying to stuff the entirety of her tongue into my mouth and failing miserably. Enough made it inside to tickle the back of my throat, nearly making me gag. 

“I love you, dream rat!” she hissed, opening her maw just enough to say it. “I’m close. Want me to eat you while I’m cumming? Yeah, that sounds hot… Who cares if I swallow my tail again, this is too sexy!”

Her mouth gaped wide as she prepared to engulf me, and her vagina—or whatever ekans had in there—tightened considerably, telling me how close she was. This was it. She was going to devour me here and now. And I didn’t even have to tell her it wasn’t a dream. 

At least for me it was a dream come true. 

She came with a hiss, and her jaws engulfed my head. 

I admit, I panicked as I entered the warm maw. Every instinct screamed at me to escape. Knowing it was going to happen was completely different from it actually happening. Her toothless jaws squelched as she chewed, slathering me with saliva, drawing me deeper into the inescapable cavern that was her maw. She seemed to purr as she swallowed, her upper and lower holes both milking me for the contents I contained.

A throaty moan echoed within the slippery cavern of flesh I found myself in. My backside slipped into her maw next, putting me completely inside her now, engulfed on all sides by warm, slimy walls. Completely at the ekans’ mercy. It wouldn’t be long before I entered her stomach. There was nothing I could do about it. My only regret was popping out of her vent, but her maw made for the perfect replacement. 

More gulps rocked my body. It was less a sound and more an all-consuming experience, so much so that the undulations began to actively milk my cock. Continuing for some time, her esophagus drew me deeper down her throat like a conveyor belt of flesh sending me to what should have been my doom. The danger of it all… the constricting blackness and choking humidity, entombing me... it was exhilarating.

My own peak arrived before reaching the entrance to her stomach. Painting the naive ekans’ throat with streaks of pent-up lust, I extended my pleasure by pressing my twitching erection against her fleshy walls, humping like a feral beast as I used her undulating tunnel to my advantage. Her body tightened and squirmed strangely, and I liked to imagine that my host was joining my pleasure. Maybe she had buried her muzzle in her squishy cloaca and was climaxing with me? The very thought sent my heart racing. 

Sadly, no rattata’s stamina was infinite. Frankly, mine wasn’t even average and my orgasm tapered out just as I was being pressed against a tight sphincter. It gave, and her body’s now-reflexive undulations squeezed me into the next step of my journey, depositing me squarely in her ravenous stomach. 

The many folds of her gut slid against me, tickling my fur. Getting comfortable in my temporary home wasn’t difficult. It wasn’t nearly as restrictive as her esophagus, but there still wasn’t much room. It was like a snug den, and I curled up into a ball and got cozy, letting my trust in the spell keep me safe. Constant fresh air, acid-neutralizers, even something to keep me from overheating. All of this should, hypothetically, keep any potential prey safe. The only real danger was from how aggressively her tummy kneaded my body, flexing and rolling and trying its best to digest me through motion alone.

I wasn’t going to stick around long enough for that to happen. There were brighter pastures to explore. Her stomach continued to clench, enveloping me in hot, slick walls that caved in and rubbed me in all the right places. It made me hard again. Maybe sticking around for a massage or two wouldn’t hurt…

The ekans known as Gummy blinked sleepily as she finished swallowing her dream meal. "Tasty," she said, muzzle now resting against the now-squirming bulge in her belly. "Heh, I can feel you moving around. Cute."

Gummy closed her eyes happily and expected to awaken. The longer she remained snuggled into her coils, the more comfortable she became. Sleep claimed her.

Time passed. I didn’t know how much, but it was long enough for my roomy accommodations to transition to a narrow tube. Warm and snug, though the winding turns were… uncomfortable. 

I knew I was in her intestines. I knew she would eventually feel the urge to… pass me, only I would be the one to greet her on the other side, intact and owing her quite the explanation. I wondered how it would feel squeezed out by an ekans.

I wouldn’t have to wonder for long.

Gummy felt strange, bloated. Like she had to go to the bathroom really badly, and her guts just wouldn’t stop shifting.

“Stupid belly,” she grumbled as she lifted her tail above a freshly dug hole. “I haven’t had to go like this in forever!”

Out of morbid curiosity, Gummy found herself coiled around the hole, watching her vent flutter as the urge to go became a biological drive. She flushed. She knew it would be gross, but it had been super uncomfortable for the past few hours and she had to be sure it wasn’t anything abnormal.

Gummy grunted, pushing for a moment before, in a burst of pressure, she relaxed. Her vent opened wide, and what came out had her so stunned that she tensed, sucking it back up. It had been a tail. An intact tail. 

She leaned forward to get a better look at her vent, cocking her head. Something inside her squirmed. That didn’t stop her from feeling like she had to go, however, so she bit her lip and relaxed again, this time watching with rapt attention as a purple tail slid slowly out of her butt. 

“How? Am I still dreaming?” she wondered aloud as the tail curled and twitched. Even weirder, it didn’t smell. At all. It was shiny and glossy, and had obviously come through her intestines, yet it was clean. Unnaturally so. “This is freaky!”

She continued to push, slow and steady, until paws began to show themselves. She clenched down with a hitch. The paws flexed and the main body deep inside her bowels squirmed some more.

She knew those paws anywhere, and that tail. There was a live rattata in her ass. 

“What?” 

Yep. That was all she could say as she leaned in even further to the prey sticking out of her vent. The squirming, thick prey. Tingles spread throughout her body as the struggles grew greater, and she found herself hissing at the feeling.

This… kind of feels good. It’s pressing on my insides, and the limbs are putting pressure on my vagina. Oh, gosh, I think I like this!

Against her better judgment, Gummy lifted her tail higher and pushed with a grunt, shivering from the pleasant tingles caused by passing a rattata. Soon, the thing’s legs were completely out. Which finally gifted her a glimpse of the thing’s ass…

He was male. And he was very erect.

Memories from a dream she had slammed into her mind. Of mating with a rattata. Of eating said rattata right after. A rattata that seemed strangely eager to be gulped down… who seemed strangely squirmy in her stomach.

“Oh my gosh, this was real all along!? Ew, my first time was with a rattata?! EWWW, and I’m pooping him out?! What the heck!”

Narrowing her eyes, she decided that whatever sorcery allowed him to survive the journey through her gut didn’t matter. Because she would eat him again anyways. At least, after she used him to get off, because fuck was she horny right now.

Gummy opened her mouth in bliss as she started pushing again, pooping out the rat she thought she’d already digested. His body stretched her poor sphincter to its limits, pressing on her vagina and clits from the inside, raising the wonderful tension until—

“Yes!” she cried as she came, seeing stars as the rattata was subject to rhythmic squeezing. Each contraction sent bursts of delight through the ekans, but more importantly it sucked the rattata back inside and pushed him out, his cock sliding in and out of her clamping anus until he joined her in orgasm, squirting hot, thick streaks of seed all over her vent. 

She melted into the afterglow when the pleasure faded, her body relaxing enough to expel the rattata in a clean slimy mass. She was too relaxed to do anything as he shook himself off and walked over to her head. Before he could wonder what he was doing, he leaped forward and gave her a huge hug. 

“Thank you,” he whispered, holding her muzzle tightly. “That was wonderful. I’d love to be eaten by you again sometime.”

She flicked her tongue out, only to recoil with a wrinkle of her muzzle. “Jump in a pond first, geez. I’ll eat ya after, but this time I won’t let you back out~”

He beamed up at her. “Sounds like a date!”