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Hollow Earth.

Godzilla emerged from the hole his atomic breath had bored and took in the environment. Vibrant colors. Floating islands. Rock and vegetation overhead as well as underfoot. And creatures. Strange creatures.

A flock of bats each the size of railway cars, spiky crawling things a bit like a sometimes ally of his. A great lizard half his size. Smaller things, too small to focus his huge eyes on. Nothing, so far, as large as himself -

Correction. In the distance, two great shapes winged through the air. Great serpents with red frill-wings, flapping and gliding through the gravity currents of the cavern world. He recognized them as the same as the one that came up the borehole and ate Kong. These were only half his size. The last one he saw was much larger, and had sported a vast ape-shaped bulge when it dragged itself off after its meal.

Speak of the devil. There, not far at all from the bore-hole but nearly hidden in a crevice, was the curve of a great scaly coil. Scalloped red frills ran along the flanks, a fraction as broad as the huge frill-wings further up the body.

Godzilla grinned. The great serpent had not gone far at all before settling down to digest Kong. It had been only a week since it dragged its meal to this quiet place. There still should be a bulge, and he wanted to see it. He stuck out a foot and prodded the scaly loop with his claws.

That did it. The serpentine coil twitched and scales rushed past the opening as it reacted to the touch. The frills dwindled away to nothing as the snake rotated in its hidey-hole and suddenly a pair of ink-dark eyes and a mouthful of sharp fangs showed in the hole instead of a coil.

This serpent was much larger than the distant ones. It had to be, to send Kong on a tour of its guts. The great snake let out a hiss that vibrated the foliage for acres around and then something came into those feral eyes. Recognition.

It was indeed the serpent that swallowed Kong. The hiss trailed off and it paused, studying him. Then a river of scales slid forth as it emerged from its den. It slithered forth to greet the King Of The Monsters and Godzilla took one step back to give it room. In a moment it lay coiled before him, thick as his mighty thigh and with frilled wings near as wide as Ghidorah's.

Godzilla studied the great loops of serpent, looking for the bulge that was once Kong. If it was there, it was subtle. The snake's digestive juices had done a quicker job than he thought, or else a sloshing mass of what used to be a colossal ape was stretched through the guts of the thing and didn't show.

Once more Godzilla grinned, for the great serpent lowered its head. It acknowledged his dominance, just as it should. It was a monster snake, twice his length at least and probably as heavy as himself, but there was only one King Of The Monsters.

He would let the great snake live, for it made no pretense of being an alpha. And he owed it for the entertainment it provided when it turned his hairy rival into a twitching bulge, formed that ess in its neck and pushed Kong down into its stomach. It had earned that meal and it earned the right to live.

There was one last thing. Certain that the thickest coil contained the mostly-digested mass of his rival, he leaned down to feel it. He wasn't going to leave until he was sure Kong was indeed snake food.

Confident in his dominance, Godzilla had eyes only for that thickest coil, and interest only in the feel of scales under his clawed hand. Yes, there was definitely something under the scales and muscle, a heavy mass of what used to be Kong. Squeezed out into a long tube of nutrients, the toughest bits still filling the stomach, the rest on their way through the -

Fascinated by the feel of a rival on his way through the guts of a titan snake, Godzilla didn't see it tense at his touch. Whether out of alarm at a close approach or because it planned it from the start, the first he knew of his mistake was the pain of fangs digging into his upper arm and the whirl of scales as those great coils were suddenly wrapping around him. In a mere moment the warbat had him in a suffocating hug.

The snake bore down with all its strength and Godzilla hissed in pain as his ribs ground together. He should have known it was this strong! It squeezed mighty Kong into submission before swallowing him whole. With his arms pinned to his side and two loops of muscular snake squeezing his chest Godzilla toppled over, trying to find the leverage to throw off the constricting coils.

It was the warbat's turn to make a mistake as it wrapped a frill-wing over his snout. The membranous material would have made it impossible to draw a breath and speeded up its efforts to suffocate him into helplessness were it not for his atomic breath. With lungs crushed beneath the thing's coils he had still managed to suck in half a breath. The warbat had no idea of the threat the glowing plates along his spine represented until a sun-hot beam of blue plasma ripped through its wing.

He almost caught the curve of its long neck in the blast, but only almost. Shrieking in pain, the snake let go its bite just long enough to worm its head behind his own and sink its fangs into his neck. Its ruined frill-wing smouldered but the pain did not stop it from windings it coils more and more tightly around him. He managed one more blast of plasma, then a mere flicker of flame on his third attempt.

The snake had learned its lesson and a tight coil of its neck wrapped around his own, forcing his muzzle up. There was nothing to blast even if he managed another breath. Patiently, knowing it had the advantage, it kept squeezing.

Maybe this was all an accident, the result of a startled reaction by the great serpent as he went to feel its flank. The bite, the sudden wrap of coils. Once those coils were in place, though, its instincts took over. It was squeezing him into submission just as it had Kong, and if he didn't get loose, he would follow the ape down its throat.

Godzilla realized his legs were free, save for the last few dozen meters of snake wrapped around one thigh, and tried to kick. He succeeded only in rocking himself and the great constricting serpent where they lay. He lashed his tail, but it could not bend far enough to strike the serpent where it coiled around him. Gasping for breath, vision dimming, he felt the fangs unlatch from his thick neck.

Ink-dark eyes studied him with cool dispassion as the great snake considered its next meal. It moved its snout around until it looked him in the eye, leaving enough neck unwrapped from around him that it could dodge if he had one last atomic blast in him. Godzilla didn't. He could only watch as the snake looked at him. It waited a long minute as its coils crushed in on his chest, making sure. And then it yawned.

Godzilla watched the loose jaws swing wide, looked at the rows of inward-hooking teeth and the soft folds of waiting gullet beyond them. He struggled to find in himself one more blast of fire, and could only groan in disappointment when there was not one to be had. The snake's long jaws slid forward and over his face. He knew what would happen now. He'd seen it start to finish as the great serpent swallowed Kong. Now it was his turn.

It was painless at first. The loose jaws slid over his muzzle and rows of fangs glided past above and below his eyes. Its long maw engulfed his head and the start of his neck easily, gripping down lightly as though a huge soft hand grasped his face. Weakly he tried to pull his nose out of the wet folds, and dozens of inward-curving fangs sank in between his scales. Each tooth was needle sharp, useless for tearing food, ideal for holding on. Push deeper, and they would pull out of his hide. Try to pull back and they dug in cruelly.

If that was all the snake had to offer it would lie there with his head in its maw and nothing more. It had more. Each corner of its jaw had its own muscles that could push it forward independently of the others and no sooner was its maw wrapped around its head than it began to work its jaws forward. One side, sometimes both upper and lower jaw and sometimes only a single corner, would push forward, unlatching its fangs from his hide and sliding them forward over him. Only when they had sunk in once more did it loosen another part of its bite and slide that forward in turn.

At least half of its needle-like teeth were always sunk into him, even as the jaws worked forward. Too breathless to blast it with atomic flame Godzilla watched as the light faded from his vision, not because he was dying - not quite yet - but because those loosely articulated jaws had pulled themselves forward and all there was to see was slick folds of gullet unfolding over his face.

Godzilla was larger than the great serpent's last meal, but built differently. He didn't have the broad heavy shoulders of the ape and the loose jaws worked easily down his neck and spread out to engulf the upper curve of his torso as well. It didn't struggle to get over him as it had Kong. Despite his greater size, it was swallowing him more easily and he could feel the huge bulge making its way down the great serpent's neck. Scale by scale it devoured him, the press of its jaws folding his spinal plates to the side one after another. They were pressed against his back and went down the thing's throat with him.

Last time, he'd seen the bulge from the outside and chuckled as Kong failed to squirm free as he was eaten. This time he was the one struggling to escape, and failing. Rows of fangs sank painfully between his scales, one side of the thing's maw and then the other, and each movement of the jaws pulled the slimy gullet a little further past his eyes. Godzilla blinked through the thick layer of mucus slicking him down for easy swallowing and saw a faint light. The snake's gullet was stretched so thin he could see the soft pink folds sliding by. From inside he could actually see the gaps between its scales as they stretched apart on elastic skin. It was built to eat large prey whole and he was today's customer.

It wasn't swallowing him in the usual sense, but pulling itself bit by bit over him. If it weren't for the stabbing fangs it wouldn't hurt at all. But it did hurt, and he knew what would happen if he didn't escape. There would come a time when enough of him was inside it that its swallowing muscles finally got a grip, and then it was a long smooth slide into the waiting stomach. He had to escape before it got that far.

Godzilla gathered all his remaining strength and tried to yank his face free from the slimy depths of the snake's gullet. It was much too late. Its fangs were sunk into his shoulders and the gullet stretched over him, though slick on the inside, had its own sucking grip. All he succeeded in doing was make the combined mass of snake and prey lurch where they lay.

Below the fanged grip of its jaws its coils had not loosened. It had worked those coils down foot by foot to make room for its advancing maw and two thick coils of serpent still pinned his arms to his sides and even wrapped tight around his thighs now. There was just no way to gain leverage, nothing to grab, no way to stop the remorseless advance of the jaws.

He had seen the serpent swallow Kong despite the great ape's best effort to get free. It was an experienced predator and knew exactly how to keep prey subdued as it was eaten alive. Godzilla squirmed, felt the slimy gullet slip past his face, and kicked. It waited for him to exhaust himself and as soon as he stopped moving, the serpent's jaws began to work forward again. By the time he'd recovered enough to struggle once more, fangs were sunk into his wrists and the loose jaws were wrapped around his rump.

He could go a long time without air. Kong had barely twitched by this point but Godzilla was still squirming as the jaws worked their way methodically down his thighs. Only now, with two-thirds of him down the thing's throat, did its swallowing muscles finally join in. It had pulled itself over him with its loose gripping jaws and dozens of inward-hooking teeth that made it easy to slide deeper and all but impossible to pull back out. Now it gathered its strength and swallowed. The long tube of gullet gripped down, rippling over his scales and easing him deeper, and Godzilla felt the fangs glide over his feet.

There was nothing left outside but his thick tail and he felt the great serpent form the familiar ess in its neck. Slowly and with great effort it pushed the bend down its body, using the same muscles that had crushed the constricting coils so tightly around him, and slick gullet glided by on all sides as he slid helplessly down its throat. Bit by bit, scale by scale his tail followed the rest until it too disappeared into a serpentine maw.

Godzilla felt the great bulge he made slide beneath the serpent's scales and too weak to escape, barely able to squirm in the long chute of gullet, he glared his rage into the wet stretched flesh. He knew where he was going. He knew what would happen when he got there. And he couldn't stop it.

It was a long slide down the great snake's throat and its ribs creaked and groaned as the vast Godzilla-bulge made its way from the jaws down to the thickest coil. A fleshy sphincter opened for his nose and Godzilla growled as it expanded, letting his face slip into a place that stank of caustic juices.

It stank of more than that. The overwhelming stink of ape smote Godzilla's nose. As the fleshy folds of stomach expanded to accommodate him he felt the brush of wet fur. Kong was almost completely digested, most of him a long bolus of nutrients on its way through the snake's intestines, but the folds of stomach retained masses of indigestible fur and crumbled, nearly liquefied bone. As he slid into the belly he was pressed against the stuff on all sides and when he slipped completely in, stretched out exhausted and helpless in a long pocket of stomach, wet ape-fur caught in his scales. He was surrounded by the stuff, able to smell nothing but wet Kong and the sharp scent of the acids that had dissolved the ape and would consume him as well.

Enraged, the King Of The Monsters tried to find the strength to fight free. The strength was not there. He had underestimated the snake's strength and hunger and here he lay, wrapped in the fleshy folds of his tomb. He felt the great snake drag itself laboriously back into the crevice where it had digested Kong. He was larger than its last meal and its guts were still full of digested ape. It was logy with food and he sensed it strain to drag this second, even larger bulge along while still weighed down by its previous meal.

Even a monster snake must worry about being too full to defend itself. It had slithered away from him when stuffed full of Kong and shot him looks the whole while, afraid he would take advantage of its gorged state and attack. He had let it go, grinning, for the thought of his rival sliding helplessly down the snaky gullet had filled him with glee.

Mistakes had been made. Kong had made one when he let the thing creep up on him. He'd made one when he let the thing drag its bulging belly off to a quiet place. He'd made another when he leaned down to feel the sloshing bulge of Kong and the snake in turn had lost a wing when it tried to suffocate him with it.

In the end his own confidence had been the biggest mistake of all. Sure he was too powerful for the snake to even consider attack he had let it get too close. The muscular coils had squeezed him into submission just as they had Kong and now he lay in the ape-stink of its stomach, feeling the acids start their work. His scales were tough, maybe even acid proof, but the skin around them wasn't. Stomach acids were eating at his eyes, trying to get into his mouth and nostrils, burning his vent. The gaps between his scales tingled too. Eventually the acid would find a way in and he would go the way of Kong, slowly digested over a week or more.

There was nothing he could do. Without his atomic breath and too weak to fight, he could only lie there as the great serpent settled down once more in its hidey-hole. It had done the hard work of subduing and swallowing him and now it need merely lie there as its stomach went to work.

Helpless in the stinking dark, listening to the sizzle of acids that were beginning to consume him and the slow drum of the serpent's pulse, the King Of The Monsters had one last humiliating thought. When the great snake finally voided that last bits of Kong, all that fur and digested bone, there would be masses of all-too-familiar scales mixed in.