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Ofenna grumbled under her breath about her phone network as she walked through the forest. The lioness had been sent out here by the office to find and collect a sample from a strange muddy ditch, her superiors suspected there might have been some chemical leakage in the area as it had been coated with some thick and hard to pierce slime-like layer. She was absolutely certain she'd found the right coordinates but there was no sign of any ditch or peculiar sample. So here she roamed, trying to find enough signal to contact the office and ask for further directions or orders. "C'mon, work you stupid thing!" She berated the device, tapping it sharply as if that might jog some bars and connect up. The world grew a bit more shaded and she looked up, expecting to see the sun obscured by the clouds. Instead she found the source to be something more alive than she hoped, letting out a startled shriek at the giant snakehead that was peering over the bushes at her. This was a safe forest, there shouldn't be any snakes here at all, and definitely no bigger than her arm, but this blue and green monstrosity was huge.

She turned to run, catching the motion of a large mass surging out of the bushes to the side and striking her. The snake's tail had been waiting behind her, Ourodas the serpent using his head to lead the lion toward the bulk of his elongated body, which snapped again like a whip to wrap twice around her body. The sudden weight enough to bear her to the ground, though Ofenna wasn't as winded as he'd hoped, immediately setting her hands against the scales and trying to prise them off while calling out. "Get off me you slimy aberration! Someone, HELP!"

Ourodas sighed as he brought his head around and locked eyes with her. "For starters, I'm not slimy, fluffball." His capacity to talk caught her off guard. The tail squeezed her harshly forcing the air from her lungs, then one more thick bunch of his body swiftly wrapped under her chin and pressed down, reducing the lion to quiet airless grunts as her claws tried feebly to get under and stop the choking.

Ofenna felt desperate. She could barely take in any breath at all and the tight squeezing made her wince, she peered around trying to look for an exit and was once again startled to see just how huge the snake was, all she could see were his scales. Her claws slid over the smoothly scaled muscles, the snake didn't budge even a little to her pressing. Her legs kicking in the dirt as she tried to stand and then they impacted the softer flesh of the snake's body as he brought more of himself underneath the struggling lion. She tried to shout again as she brought her fist down, letting out just another whisper, only, and the attempt earned her another squeeze. Ourodas' head came down in front and locked eyes once more. She couldn't look away, entranced, as he whispered to her, "Your clothes are in the way, cat. Take them off, but don't climb off me." He said, imprinting his suggestion into her, somehow it all seemed reasonable enough, the lioness gasping as his grip relaxed letting her take a full breath as he gently put her down over his meandering body. She shrugged off her coat and pulled off her boots, throwing them wide, then undoing her belt the trance holding long enough for her to bare her thighs until she suddenly realised what she was doing.

Seeing that the trance had ended faster than he hoped, he quickly parted his body to drop her legs between two layers of his body and then grabbed on tightly, her garments were loose enough that he could finish it. The narrow tip of his tail curled back and slid under her top while she was busy trying to dislodge her legs. He coiled around her waist once more, tight to her body as the ring of snakeskin pushed up, chasing his tail to remove the shirt and bra below it. The serpent salivating at the thoughts he had when he sighted her cream and tan furred belly. She tried to hold the shirt on but it was a losing battle, and all the while another coil had gone around her waist, dragging her loosened trousers down and off, tight enough even to pull her socks away, and leave her strong legs bared. "What are you doing?! Get off me!" She shouted, feeling the chill of the air on her skin, but Ourodas wasn't answering her, instead he had cinched tight around her torso and lifted her off the ground, his strength exhibited as the single bunch was able to hold her more than four feet in the air. Her legs kicked and again her hands were pressing down on the coils. A lot of fight in this one, he noted with amusement.

He twisted the lioness in the air, as more of his long body formed a thin loop, she realised he was going to push her through it and brought her arms up to slow him, but the snake pushed her head and shoulders through, shoving her in and drawing it tight until it twined above her elbows. He was playing with his prey by letting her keep those forearms free, while her upper arms were pinned down. Ourodas had lowered her back down and was slowly folding himself around one leg and up against her belly. His pressure bunching up her fur as he enjoyed the smooth fluff-covered toy he'd found. Another rib squeeze stilled her, making her finger and toes tense in the air and then he started to wrap her up entirely within him. In some spots doubling or even tripling back on himself. Tightening up below her, working up until only her head still showed. She took in one great heave of breath when he relaxed for just half a second and cried out one last time. "HEEEEL-mmmph!" The snake cut her off by wrapping his coils around her muzzle and head, soon there was just a lump of shifting scales with only a peeping hole for the mighty lioness' nose.

Her legs and arms were trapped as surely as if she'd been bound tight as the smooth and sleek creature continued to slide along her fur and all over her body. All she could hear was her own desperate heartbeat and the sliding noise of his motions over her flattened down ears, while being unable to see a thing. Trapped in darkness, he seemed to be squeezing her whole torso the most. Over her chest, her belly, even between the legs, as if he was enjoying the softness of her. Unable to escape, she was helpless, and he knew it! Minutes dragging by as the coils got warmer from the trapped heat, the snake taking up every bit of slack her squirming created and giving teasing crushes every few seconds to stop her getting a full breath. From the way he was stringing it out and twisting her body around under his own, it was almost like he was getting intimate. She wanted it to stop, but at the same time knew when it did, that would mean he was bored and a different fate was looming.

Ourodas straightened his neck out, it had been fun, but the best part was still coming for him. Taking a slow relaxed breath, he pulled apart one coil to give back her eyes and met her gaze again, swaying as his persuasive powers flared up. "Just give in now..." he whispered, the lioness grew slightly more limp in his grasp. "...yes, that's right you were a good plaything, but you'll make a better morsel." Smiling, he pulled back, preparing to unhook his jaw. He was interrupted when he felt a blast of cold against his back! Turning around he saw a strange blue winged creature. A dragon around the size and shape of a man, presumably a frost one, though that breath he threw was no worse than standing in front of an open freezer to the serpent.

Nick had heard the last shouts of help and had finally made it to the source, he couldn't see anything but the snake and the big cocooning mass of wrapped coils, but that just made him more certain that the owner of that voice needed assistance. "Oi, ugly, let whoever you've got out of there or so help me..." Flexing his claws, he moved to take a fresh breath, hopefully big enough to do something when he spewed it forth, there was a cloud of steam as it struck Ourodas. However all it achieved was to get the monster snake's attention. His front half surging through, while the spooled up ball of his tail unfurled, dropping the exhausted lioness. He pressed down on her back with his front half, keeping her pinned and sending his tail out to the newcomer. Nick braced to dodge the narrow tip and leap over it, however the snake manipulated his own size again and the tail was suddenly thick as a barrel. Slamming against Nick, the limb sent him crashing into a tree.

The dragon was dazed by the strike as he bounced off it, gasping at the pain, and landing not on the ground, but on the snake's softer body. Ourodas had been waiting and simply grabbed and coiled him too, stifling a chuckle as he teasingly asked "So help you, what?". Ofenna could only watch from under the snake's weight as her would be saviour seemed already defeated, struggling, just as she had, in the tail that was drawing him closer. The attempt had broken the spell on her though and she wasn't giving up anymore, trying to tug again. She felt the vibrating ripple as the massive predator laughed at them both. "I suppose you'll serve for more entertainment." He mumbled condescendingly.

Nick started shouting in much the same vein that Ofenna had, "Get off me you overgrown worm, fight me fairly!"

The snake widened his eyes at that. "Fairly? Oh my sweet little ...lizard? I was already at a handicap." It was half true too, having to keep one prey pinned and not even 'fighting' at his maximum size. He no longer hushed his own voice, squeezing Nick more to subdue than silence, as the odds of there being a third explorer in this neck of the woods was infinitesimally small. Ourodas thrust his tail up inside Nick's legwear, wrenching them off far more efficiently.

"G-get off us both." Ofenna croaked weakly from the floor. "There are plenty of other things to eat here!" She didn't know where she was going with the protest, and unsurprisingly Ourodas wasn't moved, instead he slithered along the ground, bunching her up again and moving until the two captives were close to each other.

"It was noble of him to try, but after I've spent so much energy keeping you entertained, I think I deserve some in return, no? Fortunately if I've got two lovely meals like you, I guess I don't need to eat just yet." He said, gloating. His coils opened below them as he let them go, suddenly snapping tightly shut behind them and squashing them together chest to chest. Nick and Ofenna both grunted and gasped, her soft chest squashed against the dragons thicker scales. Ofenna was still exhausted and so was limply being kneaded against the more sturdy Nick, who couldn't help blushing and fantasising at having a female pushed so uncomfortably intimately against him. She gasped as she felt Nick's uncontrollable motions pressing against her. He weakly apologised. They were lifted and squeezed again as the snake moved his tail tip below them. Out of their vision, the tip split open, revealing a tight lipped maw that expanded out, the false lips peeling back as he opened up his hidden tail sack wide.

"Sounds like you're having some fun... Let me give you some privacy." He said enigmatically as together they felt the wet and slimy inside of that maw press over their feet. The maw sealed on tightly with thick viscous liquid squelching and making the whole thing feel soft past that lip which was slowly drawn up their legs. The two started fighting and squirming again, both getting hotter in more than one way from their forced friction, the wetness felt chillingly cold by contrast as it slurped over their calves and up to the knee, quickly warming afterwards.

In a sudden surge, Ourodas wrapped them both up in his long meaty body, cutting off light and even air this time as he put on pressure to squeeze them out from inside his grip, pushing the furs together and down, feeding them in to the tail end. He only broke the hold and allowed light and air back in when he felt his lips closing over their clenching and clawing hands and waists, too late at that point for them to stop the steady draw. He slid his head back to watch, coiled around to be supported on his neck. His tail end was held up to the sky, slowly drawing the two in and making his body grow wider around them as the hollow shell was filled. They'd both given up pleas and threats and were just shouting for help as the tail pulled them ever downwards. His face a picture of sadistic glee at their pathetic attempts to work loose, the slime under that lip, sticky and cloying, meaning they could get no strength in their feeble kicking. Ourodas half lidded his eyes, enjoying the feeling of their fighting being turned into just soft rubbing and massaging at his interior wall. When their arms had been taken in they both started trying to push at the lip, but that only served to add to the leverage, slurping them in. With one last wide-eyed cry for help the pair shouted to the sky and then the lip rubbed up their chins, and closed, giving them time for only one last huge gulp of air, before the tail tip sealed shut. Returning outside into its innocuous and hidden form, but for the bulge of the two swallowed creatures it looked nothing out of the ordinary. If his prey calling for help attracted such an attempt every time, he might have to let them shout more in future. Musing on such strategies Ourodas started to slither off through the forest back to his hidden den.

Inside the pitch black depths of the snake, Ofenna's lungs were the first to give in a rushing puff of breath. The slime still stuck to her lips but the passage of air pierced holes for her nostrils, however, she found out to some relief that she could breathe and the air was still getting through! But before she could tell the dragon, her mind was taken off it by the next squeeze of the walls. These were far softer than the coils had been, springy and rubbery, pushing right against their bodies and filling in the gaps, squashing more of the strange liquid against them. The more it tugged the more Ofenna realised it was contracting down on them too, pressure built at her head and feet, slowly forcing her from the long stretched-out posture into a curling one, her knees being bent forward and the dragon too was being moved against her. Gravity shifting as the snake dropped his tail and moved onward, fortunately they were on their sides instead of one being on top of the other, but the way it kneaded and pushed at the pair forced them to curl up against each other, rather uncomfortably too.

The air was breathable, but still close and getting hotter by the second, the only coolness came whenever the dragon exhaled. The interior kneaded them until they were belly to belly at right angles, and then half bent around each other, contorting their bodies, and she still felt a light poke at her side from some part of the dragon she'd rather not think about. The massaging lining was soft enough to push into and not be crushing them, but still firm and resistant enough that it would shove them back when they weren't actively fighting. On top of which, they'd been turned around so much neither had a clue where the way out was. In her desperation for air, and then the subsequent squashy pressure, she'd not realised that they weren't actually in any pain, the slime seemingly harmless rather than the digestive sting one might have feared. Her mind taken off it again as a squeeze caused Nick's arm be squashed into her again. The pair only able to grunt as the walls of the snake served as well as any gag, pressing in against their faces now they were apart. The snake had stopped moving, and then the squeezing became localised to one side of the pair, squashing them out, the mucus like slime also becoming thicker and coating over them.

Ourodas' tail-lips opened, and then with a big squeeze he half slid and half spat the pair out. The slime expanded slightly and hardened into a thicker coating on exposure to the air, squeezing down on them as the rounded shape fell out of his tail and wetly hit the ground. He watched the walls of the pseudo-egg bulge and pulse as his prey scrabbled at it. Their limbs were pushing, but it set far too quickly for that, becoming a tight and stretchy membrane that pressed them as sure as when they were inside. Only able to tell which shape was whom when they stretched an arm or leg to the limits, the cloudy near-complete opacity allowed a sense of light to the captives, but was too thick to see out of or in to. His tail pressed down on the dragon's head, moving his own closer to be heard. "I've never tried to bag more than one creature, I'm surprised it worked. I'm sure it must be so intimately cozy in there." His tongue lapping the air as he laughed at their grunting cries of renewed panic.

He watched and listened to the desperate attempts as the pair somehow communicated with muffles, trying to push in unison to stretch it out. When he was confident it wouldn't pierce, Ourodas slipped silently out of the cave, the afternoon was still young, there might be some other prey to catch, and that slime coating would last for hours.

True enough neither of them managed to achieve anything, the slimeball keeping a rounded appearance when they didn't push at it, and the constant motion of the soft furred female had woken something else in Nick despite the peril, he tried to moan in caution at her and even tried affront when her leg slid against him, but luck kept things from going too far before she realised the reason for his grunts. The two of them soon exhausted what energy they had, only able to shove weakly with token defiance, knowing such a tiny pressure could never work if their larger ones had failed.

Eventually the snake returned again, no further quarry had presented itself, the two of them made aware of his return when his thick body wrapped once around the orb and constricted tightly on them. "Rise and shine, prey. My my, you both must be so pathetically weak if you can't break a coating designed for just one body." He said mockingly while the tip of his tail split wide once again. "I think it's time to hatch you both out of there, yes?" The pressure took a while to be felt as he moulded them in his grip and started to slip the tail maw back over the top. The practised gesture making it a far switfter process even with the bulky size of the blob. It burst once it was past the lips, returning to a more liquid form as they were pushed out of the one prison and back into the other, their cries gaining volume as the coat thinned. This time however his tail squeezed them apart, his body helping by coiling around himself to separate the two. "I wonder which of you is deeper in. Oh well, it'll be like a lottery, though I think only I will like the prize. Let's see if I can work out who wins!"

The two of them felt dizzied as the tail threw them about in the air and jerked to a halt, and Ourodas curled back on himself, dislodging his jaw at last as he slipped the point of his tail in to his throat, starting to squeeze. Ofenna felt the change, but had no way to identify what it was with the lack of light. The tail and gullet sealed to each other as he took the first prey inin headfirst, he smiled to himself on feeling the fur, the lioness then. It seemed right that the first catch should be the first meal. She muffled in panic into the slime as she felt the much different walls of the snake's throat, after all that horror it was going to eat her! Her arms were pinned against her sides and slowly she was slipped down by the rippling effect of his dragging swallow. The coat of his tail slime breaking down further where his flesh touched her fur, but it still left her mouth so gummed up she could only squeal wordlessly. The snake shapeshifted around her, growing larger, the tightness of his throat never lessening but instead the power growing and, squeezing her body, once again making it hard to breath as she was slipped further into his throat.

Ourodas paused, keeping himself from swallowing as he stretched his bulging neck up, the lion inside him was pointed straight down and slipping further as gravity took hold. He stilled himself feeling her pitiful squirming, and purring throatily at it. If he could have spoken while eating he'd have delivered a quip of how it seemed a shame to part the two after they'd become such friends, and started to suckle until the dragon's head was pressed out of the tail. The swallowing started up again as he pulled the blue creature out, noting with interest the difference in their body temperatures and how different their struggles felt. By the time the dragon's shoulders were in his throat though, the slime had come loose and he heard Nick shouting. "Let us out! D-don't do this! Let us go!" He chuckled in response, giving an extra strong gulp to drag him from shoulder to hip in one sweep. The tightness of his throat was so much that the prey formed two distinct bulges in his body's outward appearance meaning that even if it wasn't blacker than night in there, they'd not be able to see each other. He let out a happy, sated sigh, already knowing this would last a while. His tail audibly slamming as it went limp on the cave floor, it had put the prey through the wringer and the muscles needed a rest of their own, after all.

He purred, holding his head high until he felt the lump of the lioness starting to bend in order to navigate his coils. Wrapping in a spiral around himself, he wanted it to take as long as possible to enjoy them now that they were past the point of no return. When he wanted to, he could squeeze down to halt their breathing, and feel their hearts slowing, but until then, the same thing that let them breathe in his tail kept them from asphyxiating inside him. When the dragon was also on the floor, he took a moment to chase their progress with his head, listening in sadistically to the chorus of desperate muffled cries and pleas as they were squeezed, deeper. He still had one more trick up his sleeve for his own entertainment.

Bracing himself, he slowly started to shrink in size, his body staying as long as before but slimming down, from tree trunk, to barrel sized. Purring as he felt all the more closely how they tried to claw and kick. Then, when the shape of Nick had nearly reached that of Ofenna he shrunk lower still, his body only as thick as a man's thigh. What this meant for Ourodas was that the large bulges took on distinctive, if rounded, shapes. The belly flesh trapped them, more elastic and conforming to their curves as if they were shrink-wrapped. Permitting him to feel and to watch every token gesture of their struggles. What that meant for his prey was that they were given just enough light to see their situation, the stretched veins of Ourodas' body in their vision, while also being shown how far they still had to go in the wet, hot, squeezing hell. Contracting until Nick's face was just an inch or two away from Ofenna's large paws, toes curled in her panic.

The snake didn't say a thing, just watching as they tried to fight loose. They probably thought their struggles had stopped themselves falling in further toward his belly, but he was content just to watch and wait, they'd tire themselves out eventually, and when they fell asleep, then the show would be over, and the meal could begin....