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The Gift of Life

Bantam was in a truly sour mood. He hated being in this kind of mood, but it happened every year around this time. It was his hatch day and nobody remembered, again.

He didn't ask for much. Maybe some idle wellwishing, some recognition, or a small cake or something. Really not much. Yet despite his expectations always being low, he still found himself disappointed every hatch day that passed. It was getting to the point he was ready to give up on the people that called themselves his 'friends'. The family had already been excommunicated.

The sun was setting in the distance, leaving a warm orange glow hovering over the horizon and illuminating the leaves of the forest at an angle that kept the path bright and cheerful in spite of the time of day it was. It still wasn't enough to keep the crow's mood from getting sour. He was leaving his job in town to go home to his nest, fed up with the world, sure there would be nothing waiting for him upon his arrival. He could have been flying high over the land, but was instead walking down the path in the forest; he needed to be in a good mood or very angry to fly. He needed energy, he was just drained and depressed.

With beak aimed at the ground and talons nestled in under his wings for warmth, he kicked at a rock, and the sound it made as it skittered across the dirt path partially masked the sound of rustling in the trees above him. His trained ears heard something, but he disregarded it as a gentle breeze.

A few steps later, he heard a powerful hiss of a snake above him in the trees. He still ignored it. In his mind, it was some aggressive feral defending its territory, and snakes were not known to attack unless they were attacked first, so he ignored it, even though the volume was cranked way higher than any feral snake would normally. Instead, he kicked at the rock again and continued to bat at it with his hind talon, amusing himself as best he could without the help of his friends.

Another few steps and the hissing resumed, only this time it was louder and sounded like it was actually ahead of him, if still above him. Annoyed, he bent down and picked up the rock to throw it at the source of the sound. As he looked up, he saw an impossibly thick beast of a snake coiled up and knotted in the treetops, half of its thick body hovering down over the pathway with the head directly aimed at Bantam. Its maw was gaped open in a vicious grin, rows of needlepoint teeth dripping thick gobs of saliva.

The image of massive angry snake coiled up in a strike pose from the trees above him was enough to keep him from realizing he knew this snake - this was Leera, a friend of a friend of his. Rather than dash away or throw the rock as a distraction, Bantam froze in place, mind grinding to a halt as he came to realize there was absolutely nothing he could do to escape this beast's strike. There was enough of the snake's body coiled and hovering away from the branches to strike at pretty much anywhere within a twenty foot range, and the coil strike position meant that the snake's muscles were tensed up and ready to strike faster than even a crow's eyes could see. There was absolutely nothing he could do to defend himself or escape this ambush.

What a wonderful way to end such a wonderful day.

All sarcasm aside, Bantam couldn't escape the bonds of paralysis that held him in place for fear of any motion triggering an attack from the snake.

The longer he waited, the more tense the situation grew. The snake's body slowly eased forward, closing the gap between its snout and bantam's beak, the angle lowering to look more menacing as the tongue flicked out slow and broad before slurping back up. Its amber eyes narrowed, staring intently at Bantam, waiting for the relatively tiny bird to make one wrong move. His entire body was only a bit bigger than her head, he'd be little more than an appetizer or snack if the beast chose to end him.

Should he run? Feign an escape, trick the snake into striking at the ground long enough to stun it? Maybe it was sentient, would a plea reach out to its heart? Did he even need to escape, or was he better as snake food? If he disappeared, maybe then someone would notice and make the connection to his demise and his hatch day. The indecision triggered a twitch in his eye, and that seemed all that was needed to instigate a strike.

Bantam wouldn't have even been able to blink before the snake let loose a hiss as it gaped open its maw, muscles exploding in one powerful motion to force its body forth. He saw a flash of bright, royal purple and the glisten of the reflected evening sun before everything went dark, the massive snake's maw wrapping itself around his form. The lower jaw and the rows of daggers there punctured his belly and knocked him off his feet, puffing the wind out of him instantly as the top jaw moved forward and curled down around him, teeth stabbing into his wings. He tried to flail and splay out, wings bursting to full span in the time it took the snake to strike, but it didn't stop the royal-hued flesh from smothering him from beak to tail base, wings and legs being the only part of his body that remained outside.

There was a sudden, violent jerking as he was yanked upwards and forwards, the complete opposite direction that the strike knocked him. The whiplash disoriented him enough that he couldn't begin to see what was up and what was down, so when he was tossed into the air and released from the cold, fleshy jaws of the snake, he didn't have the stability to realize he could have flapped his wings to glide away.

Instead, he fell back down towards the ground, only to have the snake's thick tail catch him and curl around his form, twirling him up and coiling his form. Every bit of tail curled around him, wrapping him up and making a mess of his wings and arms as they tightened, squeezing the air from his lungs.

Helpless, he kicked aimlessly at the air trying to scratch and claw at the thick, powerful scales that were pressing tight around him. He tried to scream or shout, but all that came out was a pitiful squeak followed by a wheeze. This creature's strength was immense, he couldn't struggle or move at all. The crow was completely immobile, aside from his feet and head which could flail about.

He looked down over the thick scaled tail that was wrapped around him to see - and feel - it tightening, the coils shifting against one another as they squeezed the last bit of air from him. His eyes bulged out and his vision blurred for a moment, the last thing he saw before his vision going dark being a tangle of vines - no, serpentine coils - writhing in the treetops above him, the tail and head both hovering around him, followed by a fleshy, royal purple mass that blotted out the dimming sunlight.

Though losing his vision and slipping into something of a waking coma, he could still feel the cold flesh clamp down on his feet, the rows of needlepoint teeth digging into his ebon flesh as the powerful muscles tugged and twisted around him. Every movement had his kicking legs slip deeper into the soft mounds of flesh that were sucking on his limbs, and that's when the sensations triggered an unlikely reaction from the crow.

The tightness of the coils around his body - the constriction - and the cold, moisture of the maw flesh around him combined to trigger a reccurring fantasy in Bantam, and it was exciting to think it might come to fruititon. He didn't think twice about the tingling he felt between his legs as his orange-fleshed member slipped from his cloaca, pressing up against the lip of the snake that was walking its way up his form.

As the snake's maw clamped down on Bantam, he started to kick again with the last ounce of energy he had, clawing at the insides of the snake's gullet with his talons. He wasn't doing it for defense, rather the sensation of his thick black flesh smearing snake saliva all over himself and each other.

Regardless, the snake clamped down tight around his lower body, powerful jaw muscles contracting and constricting nearly as strongly as the beast's powerful coils. The pressure punctured through Bantam's feathers to pierce his flesh and hold him place, and the more he struggled the more of her teeth sunk into him. It didn't hurt - not in the traditional sense - but instead tingled like a faint hint of weak acid was dropped on him. Perhaps the lack of air was driving him delusional.

But just as he felt about ready to fully black out and lapse into unconsciousness, heart growing strained from the rapid, panicked beating that coursed what little oxygen was left in him through his veins, he felt the tail coils loosen and slip off his torso, releasing their grip on wing and arm alike.

He gasped heavily as his lungs tugged at the air around him, a sharp stabbing erupting from his throat and through his chest. His vision returned to see a massive wall of purple looming over him accented by the many pure white daggers and glistening reflections of the evening sun.

This was it. The maw was looming over him, ready to smother him, and then it would go dark for the last time. Okay. There were worse ways to go.

With a heaving lurch, the snake's tail pushed him down the gullet as the lower jaw spread out beneath him, a fleshy hammock with teeth-lined gums as rails holding him in place but not digging into him. He could feel the ligament in front of her lower lip stretch beneath his weight followed by a convulsion of muscular contractions grabbing at his knees and tugging him down. He felt himself slip like a slide until his hips were resting in the crook of her maw, held in place by the bulging muscles on either side of her jaw.

Another coil released from his torso, allowing him proper control of his arms again, so he pushed up at the snake's gums, stabby teeth digging into his palms. He tried to keep himself from slipping deeper even though the throat muscles were tugging on his lower extremities, and the saliva kept the whole maw sloppy and slick. Still, his cock remained hard and throbbed with each liberated heart beat, the underside of it finally resting in the crook of flesh at the back of her upper jaw between the tips of two gum-ridges. Luckily, it was beyond the teeth, or he'd have punctured something he couldn't afford to heal in time.

Without any shame, he bucked his hips up as he held her upper maw off his torso, using the thick and deep wrinkles of her gullet to please himself. She clamped her jaws down around him, but felt reluctant to force her lips shut around him - his hands holding her lips at bay seemed to be working, even though he felt a combination of sharp pain and burning in his palms.

But the snake didn't seem content for their meal to resist, so its tail coiled tight against Bantam's neck once again to cut off his air, the scales rubbing against each other as the muscle and sinew contracted just enough to get a proper grip and make him feel like his eyes were going to pop out of his sockets. Just then, the tail coil pushed down on his shoulders and with one solid motion he felt himself disappear into the royal-hued abyss, the cold flesh sliding over his form and mucking up all his feathers as his wings coiled in a ragged mess around him.

As he slid downwards, his wings wrapped fully around him, aimed by the bulges of her jaw muscles until he felt fully wrapped up, unable to feel the snake's tender and soft flesh against his body, the crow's wings forming a coocoon around him as her muscles pushed him into her belly.

There was still an omnipresent and dominant pressure around him, but he regained enough composure to watch as her maw closed after him, giving him a glimpse of the orange-glowing sun of the evening reflecting off the slimy strands and mounds of tooth-lined flesh.

Content with his demise, he curled up inside as best he could, snuggling into the snake's throat flesh as the muscles contracted around him and tightened in waves, forcing him deeper, talons first. He didn't feel the pressure of the ground, so she was still hovering above the pathway when he slipped into a slightly looser and roomier belly. He remained holding his breath as best he could, but birds didn't have the greatest lung capacity, so he lasted only a minute before giving in and taking a deep inhalation, sucking back the fluids into his lungs. A stab of pain surged through him as his chest filled with fluid, and his body spasmed uncontrollably until he lost his energy and relaxed...

...the last things he felt were the sensations of thick, firm items dashing across him from beak to tail, perhaps the sensations of life draining from him as his mind grew darker. Or maybe it was the sensation of trees zipping by under the snake's belly scales as she retreated from the path. It didn't matter. All that mattered was the sensations of the soft, slick flesh smothering him.

Oddly enough, after what seemed like only moments later, Bantam felt his body constricted again as the snake's belly muscles heaved him, headfirst, back out from where he was swallowed. The goo was so thick around him that even when he felt himself splat in the dirt, he could barely uncoil himself and gain his bearings. With a cough and a heave, he expelled the fluids he'd inhaled and folded his wings back up as best he could, not noticing where he was or what was going on. As he regained his vision, he looked down to see his cock was still hard as a rock, with a series of three thick nets of goo splaying out to his tail and each leg. He rubbed his eye and looked up to get the details of his surroundings, and he was in for a surprise.

His vision remained blurry for a moment or two as he identified his friends Vinn, Ceylon, and Oly all standing in front of a giant cake with candles and confetti falling from the ground. They appeared to be cheering for him, but all he could hear was the gentle hum of his ears adjusting to no longer being inside a snake.

Gradually, he came to see what was going on, and who the snake that caught him was. It was Leera, a friend of Ceylon's he'd wanted to meet for years now but had never crossed paths with. And his friends were all together, throwing him a party!

The gryphon, lizard, and dragon all gave the bird a big, slimy hug, and he managed to make out Oly's wellwishing whisper. "Happy Hatchday! You didn't think we forgot, did you?"