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Aliri sighed heavily as she scratched the inside of her thigh. She almost regretted going on this foraging trip. Almost. The alternative wasn't any more pleasant. The youthful cheetah leaned heavily on her spear as she scratched across the damp fur beneath her loincloth. Her heat wasn't letting her catch any rest.

The tribe elders had reacted surprised when she told them that she wanted to volunteer for the next hunting trip. She was in heat, she should be looking for a mate, they said, not venture into the jungle for what could potentially be weeks away from the village. Of course she hadn't told them that that was precisely the reason she wanted to leave for a while.

She simply couldn't bear the hungry looks and lecherous grasps the boys of the tribe 'bestowed' her with. She was filling out her growing up form quite nicely, much to her mothers pride, the boys lust, and her own annoyance. She hated how every male started scenting the air when she walked past, how they tried to sneak their paws onto her ample chest or below her loincloth.

One of them had cornered her behind her hut, forced her against the wall and told her how he would mount her, breed her, pump her full of kittens. She had managed to squirm away from him, but his words and his coarse voice still haunted her.

If only this damnable heat would just go away. Dampening the insides of her thighs, making Aliri groan with each step when her netherlips rubbed against one another. Right now she was trying to calm herself down after a particularly forceful jolt of pleasure had emanated from between her legs. In one hand, she held her spear and the lace of the sack meant to hold the herbs, minerals and food she gathered, with the other, she was furiously rubbing over the damp insides of her legs, barely restraining herself from touching her quivering nethers, lest she crumble on the spot under the sudden rush of sensations.

Stupid heat. The elders were right when they said that venturing into the jungle in this state was reckless. The pungent smell could attract all sorts of jungle creatures, but she'd rather run a gauntlet here in the wild, than spend another day in the village, not while her scent still caused every youth to see her as breeding stock. Not to mention, she had her spear and could make fire, which should be enough to scare off any aggressive animals.

So now there she was, not hunting and gathering like she was supposed to, but rather fighting with her own body for control, with one side telling her to just bury her knuckles inside her and finally get some relief, the other half laconically telling her that it wouldn't accomplish anything anyway, and that she should get back to doing something productive, like searching for useful herbs.

Lost in her struggle as she was, Aliri missed something crucial. It was almost hidden behind the curtain if chirps, shrieks, cries and creaks the jungle produced, but for a hunter like Aliri, she should have noticed regardless, if she hadn't been so distracted. And thus she failed to acknowledge the soft rustling in the underbrush, created by something large slithering closer and closer.

The serpent scented the air. No mistake, that delicious scent it had tasted came from right here. Carefully coiling forward, the snake caught sight of a cheetah standing on two legs, hunched forward an leaning heavily on her spear, panting and legs trembling. The snake was oblivious to the luscious form of the young woman, curves and breasts being meaningless to the serpentine creature.

What was far more intriguing was the pungent aroma that stained her lower regions, and was now even starting to drop to the ground in rich, goopy splatters. The snake noted that the female seemed to be oblivious of her surroundings, with her eyes closed she did not spy the creature through the leaves of the underbrush. Still, it had to be weary of the two-leggers weapon, so it had to act fast.

Aliri was slowly losing the battle against her own body. Closer and closer her hand crept towards her swollen lips, the thought of just letting loose and spending a few minutes writhing and mewling on the ground seeming more and more enticing. Panting, her eyes fluttered open when she saw a flash of brown streak at her from the thicket.

In an instant, she was tumbling backwards as something heavy crashed against her and swiftly coiled itself her lithe form. A snake! She should have heard it approaching her, but of course this twice-cursed heat had to distract her.

The snake had first curled around the arm holding her spear, then around her legs, toppling her over. She heavily fell against the body of the serpent rapidly curling around her, wrapping up her other arm, her midsection, her chest, her shoulders. From one moment to the next, she had been turned into a finely packed snake-bundle. Struggle as she might, the snakes strength was too great. All she could do was uselessly wriggle in her captors grasp. I should have listened to the elders she thought as the serpents head loomed above her. Black tongue flicking through the air, the animal was watching her with cold, bottomless eyes as she laid on her back entrapped by it, squirming legs and flailing arms doing little to impress the massive beast as its coils forced her hand to drop her weapon.

Said beast was delighted by it's catch. The cheetahs scent was truly alluring, so alluring in fact that it made the scales on the lower end of the serpent bulge and split. Pink, throbbing, coated in pungent slime and heavy with unspent need, the animals cock emerged from its. Too many moons had passed since it last had the opportunity to bestow its gift upon a female, and the snakes deliberate actions now betrayed its impatience. Oooh yes, the beast knew that smell quite well, even if it differed from the equivalent of its own species, and it knew that it was a promise of tight, stretchy tunnels and warm, wet holes. Slowly, the snake started coiling its body in a way that propped up the lower portions of the cheetahs form, making the access to her nether regions all the easier.

Aliri was gasping and grunting in the serpents coils. While her head was free, the pressure on her chest made it hard to breathe. She might have had the chance to sink her fangs into the snake, but given how thoroughly she was wrapped up, that seemed like a rather suicidal idea. Then again, that might be her only hope, given how little good her squirming was doing her. Given that she only had one outlook for how the that animal would proceed with her, she couldn't just play dead and hope it lost interest.

Shuddering, she felt the snake around her shift again. Something in the corner of her eye caught her attention. Something rather offensively colored. Standing in bright pink against the contrast of green and brown of the jungle, she caught sight of the serpents member, thick and with spines lined around its head like a crown. Thoughts rushed through her head.

The first was that this snake seemingly sought to fuck her.

The next was that her loincloth was missing, the small piece of fabric seemingly having come off during her struggle.

The third was that this animal had curled her up in a way that exposed her crotch to its penis.

The penis that was already lined up ready to-

Aliri had no chance to process this last piece information.

Masturbation was taboo in the tribe. Only a male and a female together were allowed to share the pleasure of procreation with each other. Thus, Aliri had been resisting the temptation of touching herself so vehemently.

It also meant that she was completely oblivious to how much pleasure penetration would provide.

The first sound the pair made was not a moan or cry of pleasure. It was a wet, audible splatter. Aliris crotch formally exploded, sweet wetness shooting over almost a meter and staining the snakes belly-scales. The females body trembled for a moment, lips quivering and eyes shrunk to pinpoints and staring straight ahead.

Then she cried, no, screamed out with all her might, her voice echoing far through the jungle. She felt like a baseless whore in her mind, but at the same time, her body screamed at her to shut up and simply enjoy it. She started thrashing again, more even vigorously than before, but this time she did not seek to escape her rapists grasp. Her overloaded brain simply had to to something with her body, lest it burned out like a candle in the wind. She managed to slip her legs out of her captors grip even, but instead struggling to her feet and trying to get upright, she closed her legs around her the serpents coils, hugging her own crotch against the animals as if to never let go.

The serpent was irritated by the cheetahs renewed struggle, even if its cock was buried wonderfully snug within her wet confines. When her legs curled up around the snakes lower body, it merely noted the fact absentmindedly, and when she began trying to hump against it, the serpent merely acknowledged the fact that the girl was aiding him in getting off. Of course her efforts meant little to the massive serpent, for it would get off either way, so her endeavors were irrelevant. However...

It had been a pleasant surprise that this female had popped like a waterballoon when it had been stabbed by the serpentine member, liberally splattering a delightful taste on the ground. The snakes tongue flicked the air. Perhaps she could be made to give up more of that sweet taste? The coils started shifting...

The snake wasn't really humping against Aliri, not like a member of her own species would have anyway. Rather, it was merely grinding and gyrating its lower body against the cheetah, naturally following its on mating instincts instead those of the two-legger. Not that she minded at all of course. She had calmed down from her first violent orgasm but that spiny dick buried so deep inside of her, she felt like she could explode any moment.

She must have presented a shameful image to her people. A mere animal was buried inside her to the hilt, and all she did was encourage it further, eyes rolled back into her head and tongue lolling from her mouth. She giggled as the snake shifted around her the scales feeling ticklish on her fur. The coiling beast seemed to feel her up, softly squeezing her legs, her hips, her chest. What a gentleman this snake is, making a lady feel good like that, Aliri thought. So different from the guys back at the village, who only wanted to get their own dicks wet.

She kept writhing and giggling like a child while the snake continued to shift her around in its grasp, but it was a writhe of pleasure. Then, a rough patch of scales slit directly across her breasts.

The cloth covering her chest had been bundled up and rolled down under the snakes coils. As a result, her breasts were bare for the world.

And bare for the serpents scales.

A gurgling sound escaped Aliri as those scales scraped over her nipples, her whole body shuddering, her legs instinctively hugging the serpent closer. The beast paused. Had it noticed her reaction? A soft mewl escaped the cheetahs throat as she was drooling in anticipation.

The answer came with a definitive yes as the serpent shifted again, cradling her breasts in its coils. She purred as the serpent lifted the pressure from her boobs, instead cradling them, lifting them up like a show-thing. She purred happily as her delicate flesh was appreciated this way. Looking down at herself, she could kind of understand why she caused such lusty reactions. Her titflesh was firm and full, her full nipples standing proudly at attention.

Her eyes wandered lower. Her belly was slender and muscular, her thighs wide and powerful, like they should be for a swift hunter. Or a good mother.

Wait...

Could the snake impregnate her? She giggled at the thought of coming home to her tribe, that flat, strong belly mysteriously swelling up while the others wondered who the father could be. Her breasts would grow even larger, bubbling with milk to feed her snake-babies. She'd carry the weight of motherhood around in front of her, flaunting if for everyone to see, knowing that they would not dare lay a hand on a pregnant woman. She'd taunt all those horny boys, showing them the goods they could never touch, showing them what they could have had hadn't they been so rude.

"Dammit, I'm leaking milk again. I guess the babies will need lots of it."

"This belly is so heavy! I don't understand how they can all fit in my tiny womb!"

"Is it normal that my pussy is always wet with this thing? How can I tell if I'm about to give birth when I can't stop gushing anyways?"

"Is it okay if I sit down here for a moment? I'm exhausted from carrying all of this around and really need to rest. Just spread my legs....and rest...."

Thinking about motherhood triggered something inside Aliri. A pressure was welling up in her groin, a pressure that she recognized from before. The same pressure that had welled up and exploded from her in the same moment the snake had penetrated her. Now it was coming again, from within her where the snake was grinding against her insides.

Purring, she spread her legs to invite the serpent to do as it pleased, while that pressure steadily grew. Then, it burst. Or rather, it would have, if there wasn't a whole lot of snakemeat in the way. For a moment, the feline whimpered, feeling the the serpents cock inside her, swimming in wetness.

Then, like a cork popping out of a bottle, it unleashed. Drooling and moaning like a slut, the cheetah liberally gushed forth vast amount of female ejaculate, soaking herself, the snake, and the ground once more in delicious juices.

The snakes was vigorously tasting the air, black tongue flicking back and forth. True enough, a bit of squeezing around those protrusions on the females upper body had caused her to spill more of her sweet treats. Females of his own species produced a similar taste when they were craving for eggs, but it was not nearly as alluringly sweet. Maybe with a bit more squeezing the serpent might get a third helping of that taste that clung to the air like morning fog...?

No, staying in one place was unwise, and greed was as well. The serpent, feeling its release looming, would empty its cock and finish up here. The snake started to hump harder...

Aliri giggled excitedly as her serpentine lover started to pick up the pace. Did that mean she was about to get a full, juicy load of snake-cum? The prospect made her giggle even more. Was she about to become a mother to snake babies?

The serpents crown spines hardened. This was it then.

She had tried so hard to control herself. To not follow the desperate call of her nethers to grant them sweet relief. She had tried to adhere to her tribes traditions and wait for the man she would love to share her first experience with.

She didn't care anymore. Like a whore, she had given herself to this mere animal.

The serpent started twitching, squeezing.

And as her lovers cock started to spread a strange, unknown warmth through her, she could not be happier.

Drooling contently, Aliri leaned her head back, staring at the sky.

She froze.

She caught the gaze of the serpents eyes, those black, bottomless beads.

Those eyes devoid of love, devoid of compassion.

What stared back at her was instinct.

Indifference.

Hunger.

No!

The snake opened its mouth, revealing pink flesh and a dark, gaping gullet.

No!

The jaws descended.

No!

The snake didn't care about her pleasure. It only cared about its own pleasure. Its own hunger.

This wasn't how it was supposed to go! She was supposed to hunt, and maybe come home with a womb full of snake-babies, not end as that snakes dinner!

The serpent engulfed her head in its mouth.

She had to do something! Anything! But her traitorous body disobeyed her. Her legs remained locked around the beast. Her heated pussy remained suckling on its member. She tried to do something with her arms, but they were coiled tight. The snakes mouth rancid insides filled her nostrils. She couldn't even wriggle her head, with the serpent clamping down its jaws. A particularly violent spike of pleasure ran through the serpents frame. It shuddered, jaws twitching. Jerking the anthros head around.

A hollow snap echoed through the jungle.

Aliris body went limp. The snake continued gulping her down without hesitation. It didn't care.

Her breasts disappeared into the snakes gullet, never to fulfill their purpose of nursing her young, but the snake did not care.

Her belly was swallowed up, her womb brimming with with serpentine sperm wasted on her, never to do a mothers duty, but the snake did not care.

Her cunt, still being pounded, was gobbled up, dashing the hopes of any young suitor that aspired to pump their kittens into that tight feline cunt, but the snake did not care.

The serpent continued humping into its own mouth while it was gulping down the cheetahs body, nursing its cock until it retreated back into its scaly home. Hissing in approval, the snake licked its lips tasting the remnants of its meal. What a fortunate turn of events, the serpent thought with its belly delightfully filled and its testes soothingly empty. The snake started slithering back into the foliage, dragging its bulging gut with it, its mind set on finding a waterhole to sate its thirst, already putting the recent encounter out of its mind. All that remained of the cheetah was a soggy piece of loincloth and a discarded spear, soon to be forgotten as well.