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Just a few days ago, Thastillith had been basking under the sun as the summer held onto its last breath, but today, she was coiled up inside, keeping the crisp air from clinging to her scales with the help of a warm friend. The massive cobra relaxed in her living room, sipping hot tea from a large mug with a handle big enough for her to loop her tailtip through. She softly hissed, though it was a contented sound, almost like she was purring. Too much time spent around cats, perhaps.

Snuggled deep in those thick coils was Nadia, the soft falcon. She looked tiny compared to the oversized snake, which meant she had nearly disappeared into Thast's comforting hug, buried in serpent from her feet to her shoulders. The cobra was squeezing her, but only gently, just enough that they were sharing warmth as they cuddled into the rainy evening.

The bird had enough wiggle room that she could get her hands free, and she pulled them upwards so she could stretch them across one of the coils around her. She stroked fondly over the bumpy scales, scritching with her fingertips, and rubbing with her palms. Admiring the texture as they shifted and flexed in the process of squeezing and massaging her. While Thast might not have been the strongest constrictor around, Nadia knew that there was still enough power in her heavy, muscular body to crush her, should the snake wish. That trust made it feel all the more special to be held by her, bare golden scales on bare black and white feathers, safe from the autumn winds.

"That feels lovely, dear," Thast said softly as she basked in the attention, savouring every touch. "As do each of your feathers. I hope you are warm enough."

"Perfect," Nadia said, nodding slowly.

It was easy to get caught up in the cobra's spell. There was nothing intentionally hypnotic about it, but it inspired her to grow soothed and forget all her problems while Thast was holding her tight. She could feel the snake's slow heartbeat, could feel her many muscles gently constricting here and there as Thast shifted and rubbed back against her. Every time Nadia moved even a little, she felt those coils twitch and flex in response. Such a massive creature, and yet with so many tiny details, so many parts of her to observe and feel against her feathers at once, like hundreds of hands massaging deep into her body. She sighed happily, though her voice was slightly shaky.

"You know," she began, and clicked her beak nervously. "I have been thinking of you a lot."

The cobra smiled as she finished her tea, setting the mug down carefully. "Is that so? That is very sweet of you to say. But it seems like something is troubling you."

When Nadia looked up, she was greeted by the warm, motherly expression of the comfortable snake. Even being a giant cobra, with her long, deadly fangs, there was something inherently gentle about her face. Mainly the look in her wise eyes. So Nadia smiled back.

"Well, I'm trying to think of a way to put it without it sounding too... strange. I don't want to ruin our friendship. Not after we've known each other so long. But it's just..." She stopped, and rubbed the back of her head. "I've been thinking about this for a long time. Almost since we met, actually."

Thast tipped her head, her hood slightly unfurling in her curiosity. "Do tell me, then. I promise you, a friend like you would be hard-pressed to offend me."

"It's just that, well, you are a beautiful snake..."

"You are as kind as ever. But I take it that is not all." She leaned in a little closer, breathing humidly over Nadia's face. Her breath was sweet and surprisingly warm, like tea leaves and fresh garden flowers. "Do I sense perhaps a hidden stammer beneath your words, a certain quiver that betrays your desire?"

Nadia perked up, her nervous expression lessening. "Oh, so that wouldn't even bother you? I never wanted to overstep our friendship, but I do... think of you that way."

"And I am flattered for it."

"But it's more than that."

"Oh? Something more carnal than the carnal?" Thast flicked her tongue at her, teasing. "I am intently curious now. You couldn't possibly not tell me."

"Well, if you really want to know. I've been thinking about you eating me."

There was an odd sort of flex that went through almost every one of Thast's coils when she heard such things. Some sort of instinctual spark that made her squeeze just a little tighter to her friend. As if never to let go.

"Oh my. This is something you want?" She softly laughed, with a bit of a hiss. "I take it you mean more than just a tasting between your thighs."

"Nope. I mean, the real thing. Whole." She blinked, watching the cobra's expression, and how her sweet smile did not fade. "You're not horrified?"

Thast shook her head. "If I was telling the whole truth, I had been thinking about it as well. Every time your wonderful feathers touch my coils, it makes me think, at least for a moment. What if? But you are a sweet thing - and it's not polite for someone like me to ask, unless I am certain!"

"Well, you can ask me now..." Nadia trailed off, her voice still shaky. But her body, oh she was warming up, and fast. Especially as she saw the confession visibly change the cobra. The look in her eyes, the smile on her face. Something more feral was there, something hungry, predatory. Something that just needed to be awoken, with the right words.

"Well then, Nadia, my good friend." Thast arched herself upwards, so that she was gazing directly down at the coiled avian. She flicked her tongue once more, with a seductive hsssss. "Will you be my dinner tonight?"

"I... wow. I didn't know it would feel so good just to hear that." She licked over her beak, and curled her toes, her excited squirms kept mostly still by the increasingly powerful grip. "Yes. Please. Eat me. It's what I've wanted, for so long. Ever since I saw you in your garden. I thought about your coils around me. I thought about your throat, your belly. I thought about..."

Nadia quickly looked away, and Thast just gave her a squeeze about the waist, urging her on. So she continued.

"I've thought about helping you grow your garden. Once you are... all done with me."

Thast shivered all over, then constricted again. For a moment it made Nadia whimper out, thinking it hurt. But the snake's precision kept her from doing any true harm, simply testing the strength, the integrity of the delicate bird in her grasp.

"That is simply naughty," she hissed, her face framed by her completely opened hood, coming nearer and nearer, until they were almost nose to beak. "And I like it."

"I don't know why, but..." Nadia giggled. "I have been thinking about that part in particular a lot of the time. That's... that's probably pretty bad. I want to be your..."

"Waste?"

"Yeah. Something like that."

Thast squeezed just a little tighter, keeping Nadia from breathing just for the duration of her words. "Well, let me tell you the truth then. Once I am done with you, once your body has been ravaged by the long, slow process of my digestives, inch by inch, pound by pound, and processed into weight upon these big coils of mine... I am going to shit you out, Nadia. Your final moments will be as a minute or more of my own crude pleasure, squeezing you upon the soil. Perhaps a few feathers or bones will linger behind, but it won't matter. You won't be the beautiful falcon anymore. You will be snakeshit, dear friend."

She released her grip some, and Nadia gasped out, catching her breath in quavering whimpers. She loved it. She loved it so much.

"Yesssss... Thast... that's... I want it. I want to be all yours. Nothing but food for your belly and fertilizer for your garden."

The cobra simply nodded. "Yes. I can feel it. In the way you shake, the way you twitch and tighten. You want this more than anything. But even so, but sure you're certain. There won't be any going back."

"I'm sure. I'm ready. I want it so much..." Nadia closed her eyes, her beak open in a silent whimper.

"Then come close, and taste my fangs. A little venom in your system will make sure this doesn't hurt. Even once I start churning you down."

The thought of just sucking such a deadly concoction straight from its source did give Nadia a moment's pause. But it was Thast, that sweet older lady saying it. There was no one she trusted more.

"Really? I won't just... die?" She softly laughed. "Pardon me for saying, but it's just... you're a cobra. So... deadly."

Her last words were steeped an audible coating of lust. Thast didn't miss it. So the sweet bird was attracted to her deadlier qualities, hm? And there she had been, through their friendship, trying not to intimidate her. Well, it was time to make up for lost time.

With hood wide open, she bared her fangs right before Nadia's startled face, letting her stare into the wet abyss of her gullet as those long, venomous sabres pointed right towards her. It was a serpent snarl, like she were right about to strike, but she held off for the moment. And she felt it having the intended effect. That subtle tensing, that squirm of feathery thighs together. She was turning the bird on even more.

"I will make sure you get just enough. Swallowing it is different from being bitten. It might feel a little scary at first. But you'll quickly know it's working."

"I trust you," Nadia said, and took a deep breath.

Leaning in, the falcon opened her beak, and carefully extended her tongue. She could see the drop of deadly fluid forming on the tips of the long, curved fangs. Though she'd never tasted it before, she had always wondered. As it fell upon her tongue, she found it didn't even taste unpleasant. It was slightly sweet, but mostly tasteless, as it oddly tingled its way down her throat. Just a tiny dose, and yet she could feel it sliding down, every inch of the way, spreading a strange, icy comfort all the way to her belly.

For just a few seconds, she felt a small surge of pain running through her body, extending all the way to her fingertips. It quickly faded and smoothed into a relaxed, happy feeling. Perhaps slightly intoxicating. Every touch, every little sensation, from the rough texture of Thast's coils against her, to the sultry hisses coming from the massive snake, seemed to be simply amplified, intensified. And then that cool feeling touched her between the thighs, and she grew instantly wet, shocked to moaning by a bolt of pleasure that simply did not cease.

Soon, her breath was coming in ragged gasps, as she struggled to even cope with how turned on she was. She was gazing directly into that dark, candlelit maw. The flickering flames around them reflected in the saliva-sheened flesh. She took in the folds and the details. Fangs above, tiny teeth below framing her flicking tongue and broad glottis beyond. It all lead back to her throat as it flexed and gulped in anticipation of squeezing down the juicy bird. Just staring into the cobra's mouth like that, Nadia could feel the -need- Thast had for her. The snake wanted to eat her. She had wanted it all this time.

In that pause before the devouring storm, Nadia reached her hand out and just rubbed an admiring hand over those many wet details as Thast struggled not to drool upon her. She was flicking her tongue over those feathers, tasting her and taking in her scent all at once. The cobra was disciplined, calm, in control of herself, always. But she was hungry, now. Every ounce of flavour she stole away from Nadia, every degree of warmth she took from her feathers, it made her want to eat the bird all the more.

Finally, she struck. Not as abruptly as she could have, but enough to make Nadia jump a little. From simply tasting her hands, the snake went to wrapping lips around her head and arms, enveloping her, slowly, in a slick and noisy suck as she slowly released her from the grip of her coils. The sound of smacking saliva echoed around as her head entered Thast's mouth. There was so much of her to explore, and the cobra took her time working over her feathers, using the forked tip of her tongue to part them and slurp down to her skin, dampening it as her mouth watered over that avian flavour and fragrance.

As her face and beak edged over the peak of the snake's gullet, Nadia whimpered. Not for a lick of fear in her heart, but rather for the tingle elsewhere. Teetering close to oblivion, to a gulp she'd never come back from, and all she could think of was how wet she was. To think that she would meet her end churning through a trusted friend's intestines. She was still thinking about Thast's words. How a calm, gentle, motherly snake anyone would be happy to cuddle and spend a quiet night with was looking forward to crudely dumping her friend's remains in her garden. Step one was to swallow her alive.

It amazed Nadia just how sweet Thast smelled inside. Even as she began squeezing down her gullet, constricted tightly by the muscular peristalsis that couldn't wait to drag her all the way down, her senses remained enticed by the lovely mix of herbs and natural scents the older cobra so enjoyed basking in. That sweet snake perfume, the one that always came with Thast's presence, it was just as sweet within. Only, more humid, especially as Nadia's breasts reached the crest of the cobra's maw, squeezing dominantly to push her down. She could feel how tightly the gullet hugged her, and she knew, if anyone was watching, her curves were making for a sexy snake bulge sliding down those elegant coils.

Nadia spread her legs wide as she felt her waist slipping past Thast's lips. That gave perfect access for a forked snake tongue to slip sweetly between her thighs, tasting the accumulated juices that had come with such an intensely arousing turn of events. Though she longed to swallow her entirely, to finish her off, such a sweet taste of arousal was worth dwelling on. So she did, with broad swipes of her tongue, stealing away those juices and adding them to the wet mess that came with her drooling about her ample meal.

As that tongue dragged hot over her nethers, Nadia kicked, twitched, and cried out in toe-curling bliss. The venom still flowed cool through her body, turning a simple slurp into an absolutely devastating assault of pleasure. Squeezing, clenching near every muscle in her body, she began to buck and hump wildly, feeling herself controlled by a new height of bliss she couldn't even have imagined. The throat glurking about her upper body, the tongue savaging her dripping nethers, the snake's breath huffing in her face, and below, beyond, the ominous gurgle of a belly she'd so long imagined herself inside, audible even over all the wet noise - it all added up to a perfect climax.

Her cry was muffled by snake gullet, and yet still powerful, piercing the otherwise still, quiet home even through those scales. She channelled all her avian voice into what was truly a screech of pleasure. Perhaps not the most musical sound in the world, being a falcon and not a songbird, but certainly one that told Thast exactly how she felt. As if the outright gush of juices from between feathered thighs wasn't enough. They marked the snake's tongue and they filled her mouth as she tossed her head in the middle of her prey's orgasm, leaving Nadia's legs flailing as they kicked and convulsed, just trying to cope with the overload to her senses.

Eventually, when she had screamed and gushed out all her pleasure, Nadia fell limp for a time. It gave Thast ample opportunity to gulp down those dangling legs, every swallow squeezing around a bird deeply immersed in afterglow. Even the sound of it, of snake gullet massaging over flattened, wet feathers, was entrancing. And Nadia was so soft, so fluffy, that she was pleasuring the cobra all the way down.

In turn, she pleasured the bird right back just be squeezing her throat around her, expertly massaging her from every angle. She seemed to have no trouble whatsoever pushing down her prey, and now that Nadia thought about it, this couldn't have been the first time the snake had eaten someone. For one, surely someone had looked upon her huge, striking form and wanted to be a part of it before. But as well, the way she had instructed her to take that venom, the way she'd used her tongue, and now, the ease with which she devoured a living, squirming girl like her, it all spoke of someone who secretly -loved- this sort of thing. Oh, she'd have never expected old, quiet Thast to be a true predator! Yet there she was, swallowing her like the proper king cobra she was. Or queen, in this case.

It was already dark in there, but the way the light faded to absolute nothing when Thast sealed her lips shut behind Nadia's curled toes made her softly chirp. It was a sound unbecoming of a falcon like her, but that just made it perfect really. There she was, her entire body encircled in serpent, sliding smoothly down as a bulge in a giant cobra's coils, as the very last of her disappeared from Thast's maw and into the depths below. She was tiny compared to the predatory snake, and soon she would be entirely at the mercy of her deep, gurgling hunger.

Thankfully, the venom flowing through her protected her from any pain at all. Even the slight sting to her lungs that might normally have come around then, as the air grew thicker and less fresh, making it harder to breathe, never came. She was comfortable and happy, sliding down in gulp after gulp, inch after inch. Thast remained coiled up in a tall pile of cobra, which meant that the attractive bulge of her meal slipped around and around as she wound down towards her stomach. And the deeper Nadia went, the less distinct the bulge of her body became. A breast, a thigh, a face, but it was all being overtaken by the size, and the power of muscular snake coils.

Nadia could easily have passed out if she just closed her eyes and relaxed, but the excitement of her looming fate kept her far too alert for that. Even in afterglow, even with every last bit of stimulation almost too much for her, she didn't settle down or pass out. There wasn't as much air as outside the snake for certain, but there remained enough to breathe. As with her breath, the inside of Thast was oddly sweet, owing to her fine tastes in evening treats and tea. Even once Nadia's face was mashing up against, and then spreading a tight sphincter, deep, deep down some dozens of feet into the cobra, she was not bothered at all by anything that hit her senses.

After the initial pressure, she slipped through that flexible passage that barred her from the snake's stomach, and quickly at that. Her body surged forth as she landed noisily in the base of the mostly empty gut, the rest of her soon following her head once it was through. As she settled in, she gave a long, happy sigh. That final squeeze marked the transition from being eaten to having been eaten. Throat to gullet. And then stomach to intestines, once she was all churned up, no longer herself, but just food for her good friend.

She had to admit she was a bit apprehensive about the next part. It would probably be slow, if she knew snakes. That was how she imagined it. So she chirped once more, that small sound like a bird so much more meek than her, when she felt a splash of warm, almost sizzling fluids. They were already flowing out from the walls around her, already coating her feathers and making her shut her eyes tight. She expected pain, but there was nothing but a little tingle all over her. One that actually felt good, in a way. It certainly didn't hurt at all.

That was where she remained, stretched out to her full height and still fitting just fine in that great big belly. She was just a lump in Thast's resting coils, gurgling and sloshing, and she felt no need to squirm or speak, for the moment. It was like a sauna, or perhaps a massage, with subtle but noisy churns squeezing in here and there, but doing her body no harm, just yet. Even her feathers remained on her for the time being, the acids that coated her seeming almost harmless in their slow, gradual workings on her.

To Nadia's surprise, she could hear the cobra's sweet voice even all the way down in her gut. It resonated down all that distance, giving it a booming, echoing quality that didn't quite match with Thast's soft-spoken nature.

"If you're still awake, I will assume you can hear me. Now, I should tell you, this will probably take several days, to work over every piece of you," she hissed, almost shuddering with pleasure at having a nice warm bird inside of her.

"How long do you think I will last?" Nadia asked curiously.

"Speak up, please," Thast said.

Nadia tried again, projecting her voice. "How long until I die?"

"That depends on you." Though she couldn't see it, Nadia could hear the smile in Thast's voice. "If you wanted, you could just close your eyes right now and drift off. But if you want to savour in the details, you will have air for as long as you need it. You shouldn't get hungry or thirsty for quite some time either, with my venom working in you."

Though she was placated, tranquil, Nadia was still prone to excitedly babbling. "Really? It slowed my metabolism down? So if I just... relax, but don't fall asleep, I'll get to enjoy every part of my own digestion?"

"Enjoy, is it? I'm glad to hear that. I should warn. It gets messy. I'm going to break you down, layer by layer."

"I can handle it. I want it. I've been thinking about it. A lot. I don't care if it gets gruesome. I'm going to relax here and moan for you while you digest me to mush."

"Mmm. Excellent, dear. I am going to enjoy it, too."

"How much?" Nadia quickly chimed in. "Does it... turn you on, to feel me in here?"

Thast softly chuckled. "My friend, in truth, you are about to find out how it is I pleasure myself. I don't think I can hold back any longer."

That sent a warm blush to Nadia's cheeks. To think that she was turning the snake on as much as she was turned on herself!

"Really? It gets you off, eating people? I always hoped it would be like that, that I'd make you moan while you worked on me, but I can't really just ask you to get off on it!"

"Oh, but I will." Thast gave another wet hiss, nearly spitting. "Just watch. Or feel, at least. You can probably tell what I'm doing, even in there."

When she moved, those coils flexed and contracted in such interesting ways. It made for pleasant compression from unexpected angles down inside her, as the snake swirled around and stretched out the lower end of her tail. There glistened her subtle cloaca, just a narrow slit that blended with the ridges of her underbelly, at least until she brought her tailtip to it and began to spread it out. Then, it was much broader, and quite wet at that. Seemed snakes, or at least this snake, could get as wet as other ladies.

Nadia couldn't see every detail, but just the way her prison of a digestive chamber was moving around, swinging and squeezing, painted such a perfect picture in her head. Thast moaned in a feminine, but bassy voice that echoed all the way down to her prey as she began to plunge that firm tailtip in and out of her dripping slit, making a mess that seeped down her coils.

The sight, or the picture of it at least, was arousing enough. It made Nadia so happy to know she was getting her friend off with the gift of her body. But she couldn't quite keep silent through it.

"What are you thinking about? Was it the swallow that does it for you? Or is it going to be the digestion? I always thought, it must feel amazing to feel someone squirming around, and then just... stop moving, after a while."

"It does. And it will," Thast answered, between huffed breaths and moans.

"Do you press on the bulge of your meals while they soften, or do you just let them fall apart on their own?"

"A little of both, perhaps. It's tough to resist prodding them once they're inside. I love the way my coils look bulging with living prey."

Nadia rubbed her thighs together once more. "So, you've eaten a lot of people..."

"Not many," Thast reassured. "I don't wish to consume anyone who doesn't want it. But you... you are special. I can still feel how much you want it, even now. More than want. You need it, don't you?"

As she teased, her thrusts into herself sped up, jostling Nadia around as she stewed in tingling fluids, still almost entirely undamaged by them. Maybe she'd lost a feather or two, but that was natural.

"Yes... yes I do. I'm so happy you wanted this too." Nadia huffed, and then licked her beak, still a touch hesitant to bring up the next topic, despite already being on a slow natural course towards it. "So, when you're done with me... where in the garden?"

Thast pumped her slit hard as she answered, gushing over her scales, making them shine with how wet she was. "I think I know just the place. A new plot, one I just dug up. I hadn't decided what to plant there yet, but now that I have you, I think something to match your colours."

"And I'll help grow whatever it is?" She huffed, and then laughed at herself a little. "Sorry I'm asking so many questions. It's just... I've been thinking about that a lot. I don't know why I'm so fixated on it, but..."

"Oh, I understand," Thast calmly reassured her. "What better way to truly, entirely give yourself to someone than to be processed through their digestive system, and squeezed out as something to simply leave behind, feeding the soil beneath? There's no closer to me you could ever hope to be."

When she finished her last sentence, she gave a sharp hiss, almost sounding aggressive, and clenched tight on her tailtip, spraying it down as she squirted in climax. She shook and rattled all over, with Nadia absorbing every little motion, every squeeze and churn the snake's climax cause felt a hundred times over thanks to how sensitive her feathery body had grown by then.

"Mmmmm..." Nadia simply moaned, and for a moment she wondered if she could move enough in the tight chamber to finger herself. But in a way, it felt better to simply stew in pleasure, rather than try to get off. Let it build and build, knowing all about the messy fate that awaited her.

"And just think of how I will be able to speak of you, once I'm done. A kind girl, a good friend... but sorry, I ate her and shat her out in my garden." Thast made herself laugh with that, the ripples of it resonating all the way down to the churning bird. "Speaking of, I think I've narrowed it down. I will plant Black Baccara roses where I leave you. They are beautiful, like you."

"Mmmmm..." Nadia kept moaning, not knowing what to say anymore. "Can you... keep going?"

Thast licked over her lips. "I say I will take you to an empty plot, because any of the occupied spaces might be simply overwhelmed by how much there is. You may not be a large bird, but you will make a big pile. The earth beneath you will flourish. Especially with the help of the few stray bones that tend to make it through, even after all the digestion."

"Nnnnf. You're spoiling me."

"I'm going to -ruin- you," she hissed back. "So it's only fair."

"I keep saying it, but I'm so glad you wanted this too." Nadia sighed, and settled in even more as she relaxed some of her more tense, squirmy muscles. "Isn't it late for you by now? I know you always turn in early."

"It's true. I may have to sleep soon. A good meal always does make me want to just lay down my head a while." Thast was already slumping some, but now she put her head directly atop the bulge in her belly. The extra weight made it even tighter in there. "You may also sleep if you wish, but I can't guarantee you'll wake. The warmth and the noise has a way of keeping people under."

"I'm going to try to stay awake." Nadia nodded eagerly. "I don't want to miss anything. Even once it gets bad. You should go ahead and sleep. See you in the morning, Thast."

"Enjoy yourself, my sweet prey," came a sleepy hiss, and then Thast just let herself rest, still curled up, and feeling so much warmer and content than she ever could without a meal in her belly.

Nadia wasn't sure when exactly she drifted off, but she was glad to find herself waking up. The last time she checked, she was entirely whole, but when she shifted even slightly, she felt a tumble of soaked feathers sliding off of her, leaving her skin almost entirely bare. Not only that, but she could no longer feel her hands or feet. Whether they were gone, or had simply gone numb to the venom in her body, she wasn't sure. With none of the details visible in the darkness of the snake's gut, she could only imagine them.

She also had no idea what time it was. Everything was black, and the sound of her own digestion had grown louder in her sleep to the point it drowned out any hints. Her squirming around eventually roused Thastillith, and the cobra began to stir and rise, stretching out her many coils. When she raised her head from the slightly softened bulge within, she licked at it, and prodded at Nadia with her nose here and there.

"Still there?" she asked softly, yawning.

"Mmmhmm. Sorry to wake you up!"

"No worries, dear. I think I have overslept. Prey always makes me lazy. But alas, I can't lie around all day. The garden always needs tending, for one. I suppose you will have no choice but to come for the tour! Before your full tour, anyway."

Nadia chuckled, and gave a little wriggle. "I didn't think you the type for puns."

"Permit me just this one. Now, let's get you up..."

Until then, Nadia had thought herself fairly solid. The acids didn't seem especially aggressive, and they weren't burning as they spoke. But in those however many hours since she had closed her eyes for the night, they had been putting in good work. That was evident when Thast shifted position, rolling her over and making her feel, for a moment, like she was completely collapsing in on herself.

It wasn't quite to that extent yet, but she had notably softened. Her skin was flaking away, and bleeding, she soon discovered. It should have hurt, given how gory it was getting, but it only tingled. The venom still worked, even after so long, keeping her from feeling the more intense sensations that normally would have come with being slowly digested alive. It was all pleasant, all bliss, even as the natural processes of turning her into fertilizer continued without mercy.

She tried to stick her arms out to brace herself as she got turned over inside, only to find her arms completely giving way beneath her modest weight. They had been melted down, inside and out, right to the bone as they snapped under her. Her legs felt weak, immobile, as well. She was so much more digested than she had thought.

The new position also put her face down towards the sloshing fluids. That meant much of it was smeared over her features, where before there had been only a trickle. She felt it getting into her eyes, ruining and blinding those pretty things of hers before long. That should have hurt, but instead she found a very strange pleasure in feeling them begin to run down her face as Thast slithered along.

In truth, she was having a hard time following Thast's guided tour of her flower and herb garden. Her head and thoughts were getting fluttery, as she lost more of what was vital to her. But her centre mass remained mostly solid, despite the work that had been done on her limbs. She was sloshing around in her own digesting body, while the cobra casually described the colours of flowers to her, as if she wasn't currently digesting someone to death.

And she could hear the passion in Thast's voice as she spoke of what she was growing. Her garden was important to her, not just a simple hobby. So it made it all the more a gift to her that she was going to be used in it. Not simply wasted, but contributing to something beautiful. The snake and her garden alike.

Being dragged along with her all the way, Nadia also got to observe the simple daily routine of the cobra she so admired. She kept to herself largely, having no company while she digested her prey. Though she did take a call at one point from her adopted daughter, the pantheress who had introduced the two of them in the first place. Nadia felt a bit odd listening in on their conversation and tried to tune it out, but one part did perk what remained of her up.

"Oh, I should say," Thast said, and sounded apologetic. "You will not be seeing Nadia around anymore."

Nadia couldn't hear the response from where she was. She tried to imagine what Mira would think of her mother digesting her friend like this, and could guess her answer easily enough.

"I am glad you approve," Thast continued, her voice warming up. "It was her idea, actually. But I had been thinking of it, of course."

Again, Mira's responses were too quiet to hear, but something made the snake laugh. "Not all your friends. Just the cute ones. I should be done with her, oh... tomorrow, perhaps Thursday. Wonderful. I will see you then. Love you."

When Thast hung up, using her tailtip as ever, she slid off to her kitchen to prepare some tea. She certainly wouldn't need to have another meal for quite some time, but she was never without her warm drinks, especially when the whether held a chill. Every swish, every slither compressed a little more on Nadia's form. Where before it had been a soothing massage on her muscles as that gut squeezed in on her solid mass, now every flex threatened to simply crush her. There was nothing she could do to resist, with the snake's digestives making her weaker and weaker with every part of her melted down. They were sloshing around within as well as working on her exterior, and she knew that by then, she was meat, not to survive even if she was spat out that very moment.

Thastillith simply reclined, coiling up on her favourite rug as she sipped her tea. It took nearly a full minute between the sound of sipping and the splash of the hot drink on Nadia's digesting body. As she relaxed, Thast gave her meal a few more curious prods with her tail.

"My my. You are melting down more quickly than most of the people I have eaten. I consider it a compliment on behalf of my belly. It was entirely too eager to have you. Can you still hear me?"

"Yes..." Nadia gasped, but her throat was starting to give in as fluids flowed down it. She choked a bit. But still, no pain. Even swimming in her own gore, this was still pleasant.

"What would you say to me finishing you off tonight? I sense you are not much longer for this world anyway."

"F-finishing off?" Nadia coughed. She really was fading, she only then realized.

"Yes. A flex, a squeeze, and... that's it. No more bird."

Breathing heavily, Nadia nodded some. "Yes. I want it. I'm ready to become yours. Completely."

"You will always be a part of me," Thast hissed. "It can be scary, to think about it. But you'll be giving yourself up to sustain me. To flow through my veins and to pad onto my coils. You might even make me a little chubby a while. It's going to feel good to wear you, to drain you of all I can use. And of course, to dispose of you, when there's nothing left. My prey. Snake food. Are you ready?"

"I'm ready," Nadia huffed, though it wasn't really audible. She was melting from the inside out, ruined, broken, a total mess.

Thast got the idea anyway. She raise her head up high, flaring her hood, and began to tighten her muscles around the region of her belly. That upped the pressure on Nadia considerably. Even if Thast wasn't a constrictor, she was a powerful snake. She felt those slick walls around her closing in, tighter, tighter, until they were snapping her ribs, her spine. Caving in her entire body, inch by inch, sending a wet crunching noise echoing all around her as her body was destroyed in one final squeeze.

In her last moments, she thought about Thast's softly smiling face, and how the contented expression she knew she'd be wearing for a good long time to come. She thought about what it'd look like to see a little pudge on those muscular coils. And she thought of the empty spot in the cobra's garden, where all she'd ever been would end up. With that final thought in her clouded mind, the churning walls squeezed tight around her skull, tighter, letting her feel it splintering, cracking. She didn't hear the final crunch though, as the bone gave in, and her entire head was pulped by the mighty, relentless power of a hungry snake's belly. Only a few last twitches remained, and then she was done. Meat for the blissfully hissing serpent.

***

Though Nadia had faded to black hours ago inside the snake's body, she could still feel the bird sloshing around for some time. She remained semi-solid, particularly the bones, but there was nothing left of her to recognize as the pretty falcon that once was. A snake's digestives might have worked slow, but they remained good at what they were doing. Those soft birdbones, some of them already snapped and crunched up by the pressure on them, those strong churns mashing them down as if chewing on them. There were a few more pops, deep inside, that Thast couldn't hear, but she could feel them a little. Just enough to know she was finishing off the very last of what was once Nadia, leaving nothing but the sludge and nutrients to be absorbed and passed through her body.

It was another full day before the cobra's body was finally done with her. Everything useful had been drained and added to her coils, and the rest, it simply pushed through her intestines in increasingly dry state. Another day around the house, lazy and kept in a low, contented state of energy as she let that happy sense of being fed keep her soothed. Plus the little spark of excitement, now and then, when she thought about Nadia's cute face, and how poorly it must have fared inside of her. All gone now. Leaving only one last step.

The sun was shining bright that morning when Thast awoke. She tended to her crops and ensured everything was watered, using a modified watering can that she could grasp with her tailtip. And when that was done, she slithered over to that empty plot. A big one, about the size of two bathtubs, framed by the high wall of a wooden planter. The soil was fresh and undisturbed. And now, she'd ensure it was fertile.

She took an arched position, wavy like a river of snake coils, with her lower end curled and raised up high above the bare garden plot. And then, she flexed. This wasn't the sort of thing she normally took pleasure in. It was just a bodily process, natural as anything else. But oh, to think that this crude act was the finale of everything Nadia ever was. Adorable, lovely bird once, and now... now she was just a thick mess of snakeshit beginning to squeeze from the cobra's wide cloaca.

That inconspicuous slit stretched and then gaped wide, spread out to reveal the pink flesh beneath, flexing and quivering a bit as the snake began to push. A hiss from her, a crackle from her rear, and soon she was properly disposing of the digested bird. She had to admit, it gave her no small amount of pleasure. The forbidden, the triumphant. Prey caught and consumed, even if she had wanted it to the very end.

In the growing mound being spread across the soil, there were a few grim reminders of what once was. A feather sticking out here, a small, softened bone there. Just enough to make it clear that the massive mess being pushed out of the snake's tail end was a person once. Thast gave a few soft gasps as some of those little details tickled on the way out.

She had to admit it felt nice. A long, satisfying dump to conclude her three-day lazing. Pound after pound just piling up as she put the huge, messy exclamation point on Nadia's story. A shame the bird couldn't be around to watch this process, given how much she had been talking about it. But she'd have been pleased, most likely. She was piling up to what could well be called a mountain of snake waste.

The snake had been relieving herself for several minutes before the heavy dump finally slowed. She did have one last squeeze to make, one than made her hiss a touch. A minor strain, but pushed out easily enough. The reason for the brief stall came tumbling to the dirt, well coated and hardly recognizable. But clear enough, it was what remained of that cute beak, its edges softened over, entirely detached from the crushed skull it was once a part of. Fragments of that still remained, but they were strewn out through the last heavy log, just bits of bone among many.

That last piece of Nadia landed atop the rest of her digested and crapped out remains with a soft thud. With that, Thast was done with her. She sighed deeply and slithered off from the mess. It had really piled up, even with all the space she had provided for it. And it could stay right there, for a while. Being slowly absorbed into the soil as the sun cast down upon it. Fed to the earth, to nourish the ground below just as she had nourished the giant snake.

All that remained was for Thast to have a soothing soak in the tub, and perhaps some morning tea as well. She wouldn't be hungry for a a few days yet, perhaps a whole week. She did not need a lot. And her good friend had given her so much. Her friendship, her reverential adoration, her taste, her pleasure. And finally, her entire body, to be all used up and then squeezed out as fertilizer.

As she drew her warm bath, Thast thought about how happy Nadia had been to slide down her throat. After all that time waiting, all that thinking the perfect fantasy, it had come true. That made the snake smile, knowing she had given her friend what she had always wanted, even if it could only happen once. Well, there were always more birds. More friends. More sweet morsels to coil up and swallow down, whole and alive to feed the cobra's not-so-secret desires. Nadia wouldn't be the last to soften in those coils. Not when it felt so good to melt her down. But for today, she was just going to relax, content with all those nutrients she had taken from the kind young falcon.