“Artraeos! Artraeos where are you!” the mellow voice called out. A pudgy Jogauni crashed through the undergrowth into a small clearly, panting slightly and clearly upset, her ears twitching anxiously, her yellow-streaked hair damp with sweat and moisture from the humid air. Her yellow overcoat, and the glimpses of phosphorescent yellow flesh behind her teeth as she panted gave her away as a Lighting Jogauni, and the numerous tattoos of varying colour and design adorning her body, while nothing more than for show to many, offered up a wealth of information, from the intricate rings around her thighs indicating her family, to the strange marks on the back of her hand, telling other Jogauni (and anyone wise enough) that she was omni-specieal (bisexual, but across all species as well) and the  small marking on her forearm, almost unnecessary as it announced her hermaphrodite gender, for anyone unable to notice her pert breasts and large, swaying sheath.
“Oh Arty, where have you gone?” Xela moaned to herself, they had split up in search of cooler shade, and somewhere more private to enjoy each other some more. She had waited at the meeting point for half an hour before leaving to find him, and now, after nearly two hours of crashing through the rainforest, she was exhausted, and still no closer to finding him. Even without his distinctive blue and white stripes, how hard could it be to find a nine-foot dragon wolf in a rainforest? Although what worried her more was why he hadn’t responded. Artraeos had superb hearing, occasionally entering contests, and winning, back home, he had to be several miles away to still have not heard her. 
Darker thoughts flitted through Xela’s mind as she bent double, panting in exhaustion, but she pushed them out, refusing to think of her beloved wolf down a ditch somewhere, or worse. He must just be asleep; at worst the silly boy had cracked his head on an overhanging branch – something not unlike him to do – and was lying unconscious, but safe, somewhere out there. The Jogauni straightened, taking deep breaths of the humid morning air, shaking some of the dew from her fur and jogged on, her breasts bouncing a little uncomfortably with each step, something she could enjoy making Artraeos tend to once she found him.
Half an hour later, she stumbled into another clearing – this one surrounding the entrance to a cave – real fear beginning to set in, not only would the tour leave without them if they weren’t back by tomorrow, she was in a complete state of panic about the Wolf’s fate.
	“Oh god, oh god oh god, oh please be alright Arty oh go-“her voice trailed off as she spied a tuft of distinctive blue fur, caught between two rocks just outside the cave. Walking up with mounting fear, she plucked out a pinch of what could only be Artraeos’ fur. Her eyes darted around the clearing, before finally settling on the gaping black maw in front of her. The cave.

	Gulping loudly, she steeled herself, determined to find her beloved, and walked boldly into the darkness. She paused just inside the entrance, standing in a pool of darkness as her eye’s adjusted to the gloom, the pitch black turning a murky grey, allowing her keen eyesight to pick out rocks and stalagmites, as well as an even darker, truly black recess of the cave, beginning only a few feet from the nervous Jogauni, far from standing in darkness, she stood in a small circle that faint light could reach. Movement caught her eye to the side of the cave, and she watched as what looked like a rock moved out of sight into the darkness, she followed hints of movement as best she could until almost jumping from her skin as something moved forward from the shadows, directly in front of her.

	As Xela watched, a snake woman slithered out to meet her, more snake than woman, she had a full cobra head, the hood pierced in multiple places with thick, golden earrings. The murky black scales of her head stretched all the way down a human torso, over large, nipple-less breasts, and a flat stomach. Like Xela, the Cobra-girl had tattoos, although fewer, and blood red in colour, matching her claws,  instead she adorned herself with trinkets of Egyptian-esque jewellery, all seemingly solid gold from her thick earrings to her large, bracelets, moulded to the shape of several snakes slithering up her arm. Much of her serpentine body – extending seamlessly from her human waist and covered the same ashen black overcoat, and pale, almost white, grey underbelly – vanished into the gloom behind her, but even without her full length, the naga stretched easily a foot taller than the shaking six foot Xela.
	“W-w-who a-are yo-ou?” Xela stuttered, gripped with the primal fear of confrontation with a serpent larger than her.
	“I? I am Xsssessta. And who are you to tressspasss, sso boldy into my home, and demand anssswerss little girl?” Large amber eye’s gazed unblinkingly at Xela, although the Jogauni sensed a hint of amusement in the voice, and didn’t see anger in the eyes.
Slightly calmer, she managed to stop stammering “I’m Xela, have you seen a big blue wolf unconscious anywhere? He’s vanished and I can’t find him a-anywhere!” Her voice cracked as worry for her boyfriend crept back in, pushing out fear of the potentially dangerous Xesta.

	The corners of the snakes mouth twitched as she said “No, can’t sssay I have” she beckoned  Xela closer “But ressst awhile, he’sss probably looking for you asss well, he may arrive here ssssoon too”. Xela practically ran forwards, gladly accepting the proffered hug “In the meantime, perhapsss you could help me with a problem of my own?”
Xela stepped back with a half-smile, heavily reassured by the idea that Artraeos was probably looking for her as well, equally worried. “Anything, I ought to try and make up for waking you just now”
	“Well, you sssee” Xesta shuffled uncomfortably, scratching an arm nervously and looking at the ground “I ate a bird thisss morning, and a feather hasss got ssstuck at the back of my throat” she looked up apologetically at Xela. “I wouldn’t asssk, you’re probably the only perssson I’ll meet all week, and it’sss really annoying”.

Xela looked at the snake, clearly embarrassed to have to ask for help, especially with such a, personal problem, for a snake, it was probably akin to getting a dildo stuck. “Of course I’ll help Xesta, I know how annoying it is to get a bit of food stuck like that” Smiling happily, the cobra-girl leaned forward and down, lowering her head and opening her mouth wide. Shivering as another twinge of fear rippled through her body, Xela looked, unflinching into the gaping maw of black flesh, saliva running in strings from roof to an almost human-thick, but much longer and forked, tongue and giving the black abyss the appearance of molten latex. “Umm, I don’t see any feather’s Xesta, are you sure there’s something in here?”

	“Ipsssh wasssth a bwakburwd” Xela gazed entranced, almost hypnotized, as the flesh of the naga’s mouth moved
	“What?” she muttered dreamily. Xesta’s mouth snapped shut, and she smiled
“It wasss a blackbird” she shrugged, apologetically “sssorry” before opening her mouth again.  Xela sighed and reached gingerly into the black maw, grimacing slightly as saliva dripped onto her hand, she reached further back, her loosely clenched paw sliding across the tongue and pushing into the giving flesh as the space got smaller “Ooo assssche gwate” Xela shot an amber eye a withering glance
“Not. Helping”
“sssowy, juss ssshayingk” Xela continued to push gently back, sinking her hand deeper into Xesta’s mouth until the soft, warm flesh rested heavily around her wrist, smothering her entire hand. She moved it around, feeling around, and touching nothing but more slippery flesh. She pulled out, and shook her hand, trying to lose some of the cold saliva matting the fur.
“Did you get it?” Xesta’s looked down at her questioningly
“Sorry, I couldn’t feel anything feathery” She scowled “and that was a poor choice of words, given where I was”
“Sssorry, I don’t talk to people mu-“ the naga paused, clearly thinking of something, before her hands suddenly flew to her throat, prodding and pushing experimentally, working slowly lower until her hands rested on her chest. Her eye’s widened in abject fear “Oh no! oh no oh sssshit” she began slithering to and fro frantically in a panic
“What? What’s wrong?” Xela stepped forwards, worry for the girl overcoming fear of the larger reptile.
“It’ssss sssunk further!” she tapped her chest, just above her breasts “It’ssss here! If it sssticksss there it could kill me!”
“Well quick, bend down and let me get it then!”  Xela’s eye’s widened in worry and Xesta paused, glancing down at the friendly Jogauni
“It’sss sso deep, you’d need to usssee both armsss, I couldn’t asssk you to reach all the way down there!”
“I’m not asking, I’m telling, now get that big mouth down here…your throat can stretch wide enough can’t it?” she tapped her foot impatiently, as the snake eyed her curiously
“Yesss, but” she bent down obligingly “You’d really do that for me?” In response, Xela gently pulled her mouth open and, without flinching, put both her paws on the cobra’s tongue, sliding them to the back and pushing them easily through the wet, fleshy tube.

In moments her elbows were brushing the sides of Xesta’s gaping maw, her forearms already sunk deep into the hot, wet fleshy throat. She grimaced slightly as drool dribbled onto her biceps, Xesta had warned she tasted good, but having a predatory animal drool on her while she leaned deeper into her throat was still unsettling. She watched the inky black flesh creep up her arms as she leaned down into the endless tube of rippling flesh, Xesta’s gaping mouth slowly filling her vision as she leaned in closer and closer, until her chin rested on the cobra’s warm tongue, her arms squirming a little in the depths of the serpent’s throat.
“aha! I’ve got it!” Xela closed her fingers around something, definitely not part of Xesta’s throat, but it didn’t feel like a feather, although it was so matted with saliva, and crumpled into a ball by the naga’s powerful throat that she could be mistaken. As she tried to pull out, Xesta leaned forwards, pushing the jogauni’s snout into the welcoming black flesh of her throat. “Xesta stop! I said I’ve go-“Her sentence became muffled as Xesta gulped, tugging Xela’s whole head into her throat, which stretched effortlessly to accommodate. The inky flesh smothered her, blotting out all light as she was pulled deeper into the Cobra-girls gullet.

Xela figured the frightened naga must not have heard, and was just overreacting in desperation, trying to get the feather. She squirmed and tried to back out, until another powerful gulp, and ripple of the fleshy, muscular throat dragged her deeper, lifting her feet off the floor. Xesta “Mmm”ed happily around Xela, gulping again and again, each swallow tugging more of the pudgy canine into her welcoming throat, drool matting and slicking down her fur, helping her slide smoother down the snake’s incredibly long throat. Her throat and stomach bulged out around Xela’s body as she sunk slowly deeper; finally starting to kick her legs and squirm only as Xesta’s mouth passed her rump. The naga straightened to her full height – Xela shivered in fear as she felt the fleshy tube shift around her, aligning to point straight down in a near vertical drop – and slithered fully from the darkness, revealing a large bulge in the midsection of her serpent tail.

She closed her mouth briefly around Xela’s knees, feeling the girls muffled voice vibrate behind her sex. She paused to run her hands lovingly over the obscene bulge the Jogauni caused in her middle, starting to bulge out the thick, heavy, lower body – which rippled slightly, the only outward sign of Xela’s increasing struggles – before tilting her head back and giving a final, strong gulp; her throat rippling and, with a lewd *glop* dragging the girls legs entirely inside, sending her feet into the naga’s flexible, moist throat.

Xela sunk deeper, pulled by strong, rhythmic contractions and clenches, the flesh warm and moist, and strangely pleasant, massaging her body deeper in the total darkness. The Jogauni might have even enjoyed it, if it wasn’t inside a snake that just swallowed her whole. Barely able to move, and with nothing else to do as her body was forced to bend into the first curve at the bottom of Xesta’s body, pushing further into the long, serpentine half, Xela opened her mouth as much as she was able, using the luminescent glow of her own flesh to illuminate her surroundings. She squirmed and pushed against the black, smothering flesh, tugging her hand into the small space created by her head, and, instead of a feather, saw a small, matted clump of bright blue fur.

Xesta slithered from the cave into the mid-morning sun, the day had just begun and her favourite rock would be warming up. She poked her head into the bright light, slitted pupils contracting, as the bulge in her belly started screaming and thrashing around violently.  The Cobra-girl slithered fully into the warming sun with a satisfied smile, and turned to watch her thick, powerful snake-body. Xela was putting up a good fight, the bulge visibly distorting with smaller bulges of elbows and knees, her voice clearly audible, screaming in horror and panic. Xesta watched as the bulge sunk slowly deeper, and closer to the bigger, still bulge. She slithered quickly up onto a nearby rock and coiled up happily, feeling both bulges slowly merge beneath her coils. “Mmm, two in one day, how tasssty”.

Xela felt something ahead of her, wet and warm, but not the slippery, silken feel of the naga’s black throat. The predator’s muscles didn’t stop, and slowly, inch by inch, pushed Xela deeper, sliding her on top of the ‘thing’. She gasped in horror as the faint glow from between her lips illuminated a semi-conscious Artraeos, his body badly digested, much of the fur eaten away and his claws completely gone. He smiled weakly at her in the gloom
“Hey there, she got you with the feather trick too?” Xela nodded sadly, tears forming on her face as she felt the gently tingle of acids. He gave a feeble laugh and squirmed in the clenching, fleshy sack, bringing his arms up to wrap around her in a big hug “Well, at least we’re alone now…sort of. Just try to think of it as a big, squishy massage” Xela responded with a kiss, allowing herself to fall into his comforting hug in the belly of the naga.