FUR: STORY: Natural Alarm System : Rat, Snake : M/? : Vore, Swallowing, Death
Skipai Da Otter
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Natural Alarm System.
By
Skipai Goldwright (c) 2003. This story cannot be re-posted,
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beforehand. This is a adult based story with adult based references
in it. If you are not of legal age to read this story then please do
not read.
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Joral padded silently through the undergrowth next to the path, his
large pink ears flickered about now and again as he stopped now to
listen to the noises about him. Joral was a rat who was securely
known to himself as being a thief, surviving from taking things from
others. While staying still for a moment as voices came from
somewhere up ahead in the road, he began to think on how he got
himself in this mess in the first place..
Joral really needed to get out of the rain, which was pouring down at
the time as he placed his paw onto the fence and sniffed the damp
air, the rank smell of urine in the air as he smiled then moved his
head to look ahead again, he saw the building, dark and damp with
moss growing out of the cracks in the rock. Looking to where he
could see faint light coming out from the windows, he noticed that
they were actually dirty on the inside and hadn't been cleaned. With
a smile, he moved swiftly to the door and opened it.
The whole room went silent as Joral felt a lot of eyes staring at him
for a moment then went back to their business of talking in hushed
voices. Moving past several tables, some of the occupants around
slumped over in a drunken state, their paws still clasped around the
bottle as they lay in their own spilled drink. Taking no much notice
of anyone that he passed by, Joral came to the bar and sat down on
the bench and looked at the bartender staring at him.
The bartender was a old fox, with one eye permanently closed due to a
large scar the went down his right side. Missing one ear, he frowned
with the other one and coughed. "What it be?"
Joral placed some copper coins onto the bar and replied back just as
blunt. "Y' best ale if y' actually have any." He saw the bartender
nod his head and move off muttering to himself under his breath.
Joral just sat there, looking about the room as his ears twitched
slightly, the left ear itching more than the others due to a injury
in the past resulting in a part being ripped away. Moving his paw up
to scratch at his ear, he turned back around to see the bartender
drop the mug onto the bar, spilling some of the ale. "There you go."
He turned his head and frowned at the two ferrets demanding a drink.
"Alright, alright. I be right with you." Moving off again to leave
Joral to his thoughts.
Taking hold of the mug into his thin pink paw, Joral moved it to his
lips and took a long swig of the foul tasting ale that began to burn
the back of his throat and he swallowed it down, feeling the warmth
returning to his body from the cold he had endured for most of the
day. Before he could take another swig, he felt something hit him on
the back and went forwards, the mug falling out of his paw and
spilling it's dark black content onto the stained wood and flowing
over the sides onto the wall. Moving to grip his knife, Joral
growled and pushed backwards, sending the weight flying off him into
another table, which had three people playing a drinking game. With
a crash the table collapsed to the floor, sending the three occupants
to the floor.
Slipping off from his stool, Joral leapt to the squirrel that was
lying flat on his stomach across the table and landed right down on
top of him. With one paw, he pulled hard on the ears, making the
squirrel cry out before stopping suddenly as the feel of cold steel
reached his throat. Swallowing around the blade while his eyes
looked about rapidly for any help but not getting any, he started to
plead. "Sorry, sorry. I didn't mean t' knock into y' or anyone
else. I pay for any damages or drinks."
The blade slowly moved away from the squirrel as Joral got up from
the shaking form and grabbed hold of the clothing and pulled the form
up to his feet. "Fine, then y' don't mind paying for 4 ales for me
and the three here." Moving a paw still holding the blade who had
since got up from their fallen stools and nodded their heads to the
worlds. Moving his muzzle closer to the squirrel's ear. "And make
sure that it's the good stuff as well." Moving his head backwards he
called out to the bartender. "Four mugs of y' finest ale. This one
is paying." Twirling around and pushing the squirrel to the bar
while the others in the room laughed. "And if he can't pay for them,
we cut 'im up and he can pay by giving up a warm stew, aye!" Looking
about again before the rest nodded their heads and shouted. "AYE!"
The bartender shook his head and leant down to where the squirrel was
gripping the edge of the bar to keep himself steady and whispered.
"What am I going to do with you, eh? I hope you got payment for the
drinks?"
Nodding his head, the squirrel pulled out some coins from his purse
and placed them onto the bar with a mutter. "I think I drank t' much
tonight. Last of my money as well. Maybe I should go rob that
holt."
Seeing the rat come near, the bartender bared his fangs and muttered.
"Shhh. Do not speak such things here. You know no one will go
there." Moving away as Joral sat down again beside the squirrel and
looked at him with a frown. "So, what's this about a holt?"
Swallowing as the bartender placed the mug down in front of Joral and
gave the squirrel another warning stare before heading off with the
other three mugs to deliver to the other party that had moved to
another part of the room, while the broken table lay on the floor.
Taking a deep breath the squirrel rubbed his paw about his neck and
swallowed again, still feeling some effect from the blade a few
moments beforehand. "Oh there's this holt that has t' otters living
there. Some say that they have a lot of treasure hidden in their
underground home. Some have tried t' rob the place but are never
seen again. Probably driven away by the t' otters or killed."
Joral continued to listen as he picked up the mug again. "Go on."
He spoke before taking another swig of the new filled mug. Not
hearing anything he swallowed the ale and placed the mug onto the bar
before turning to face the squirrel. "Are y' deaf? What's y' name?"
Stuttering slightly. "Name? Oh it's Carvel." Replied the squirrel.
The rat's head moved closer to Carvel's and he opened his mouth, the
yellow teeth showing as he breathed all over the squirrel as he
spoke, just as his paw wrapped about the neck. "Well, Carvel. Y'
still want t' be my supper?" He saw the squirrel shake his head.
"Well, then. I want t' know all about these otters. Now speak."
Releasing his paw from the squirrel and moving back to his original
position and turned to face Carvel again.
Carvel swallowed, but continue to explain the story to the rat. How
there were two otters. One completely black as night, while the
other one was completely white. They lived a fair while down the
road where the river lay. "Y' see, there is a bridge that goes over
the river, but there place if t' the left of it just as y' arrive.
Travel a bit more and y' reach it or so it seems."
Joral continued to listen about how well their home was hidden from
anyone else, that no one knew where the entrance was to their home
but the squirrel thought he knew. "It's where there are t' old oak
tree's are. I think they use it t' support the roof of their home.
However, maybe someone else here knows the exact location, I just
don't know as I have only heard from rumours about the place." It
continued on about how the two otters moved out and disappeared for a
time but always seemed to manage to survive. Rumours began to spread
that they have managed to get their paws onto some huge treasure and
that no one has managed to confirm the claims.
Looking into the mug, Joral found that it had long since been emptied
and he placed it back down onto the bar with a grin. The thought of
getting hold of some of that treasure filled in his eyes before
speaking out quietly so that only Carvel could hear. "Then I will go
and steal this treasure for my name isn't Joral I come back with
gold." He smiled. "So are they away right now?"
Carvel didn't reply. "I want a cut of the treasure if y' want t'
know."
Frowning he nodded his head, knowing that this would come up at
somepoint and looked at Carvel for a moment in silence. "Fine, y'
get five percent of what I make. And that's the best offer y' get as
well."
"But." The squirrel blurted out and saw the look on the rats face
before nodding his head. "Fine. That will do me fine. They were
seen leaving a few days ago. They won't be back for a while so y'
have enough time but I can't be sure. They kinda come back when they
feel like it."
Moving from his stool, Joral nodded his head. "Well, I best get on
with it then." He smiled at Carvel. "I see y' around. Just pray
this isn't some wind up or I kill y' when I get back, regardless if
y' ran or not." Turning around, he headed for the exit..
Eager eyes watched the two foxes move along the road, keeping
undercover from the hedge as Joral didn't dare breathe. He thought
about Carvel and smiled to himself, one of his paws keeping hold of a
branch within the hedge. How could he be so stupid. As if Joral had
plans on sharing anything at all with anyone. Once he had the
treasure, he would be on his way out of here. He didn't want to face
any angry otters that was for sure. They were the only ones that
scared him. Especially around water and the way that you couldn't
fight against them in that situation. Looking to the left where the
two foxes had vanished into the dark, the faint voices still being
carried to his large ears, he slipped out of the bush and stood up
and gave a stretch, the clothes damp from the rain as his fur
glistened in places. Moving towards the bridge he could hear the
running water along the river.
A short while later, after Joral had moved off the road, he made his
way through the thick undergrowth next to the river, making sure to
not disturb anything at all, his nimble footpaws moved about while
sometimes he felt his tail gripping hold of branches to give him less
weight to break anything on the floor. He didn't want to break
anything or leave any tracks. Of course this took a while but with
the cover of night, Joral didn't really care. Looking up ahead as
his small eyes took in the faint surroundings, the two tall thick oak
tree's were visible in the distance. Coming to a stop in the middle
of the two thick trunks, Joral looks about slightly, kneeling down to
listen to the dark world surrounding him and slowly looked to where
the river ran freely. Finding a hole in the tree he smiled and
looked up.
Slowly he began to undress as he dropped his knife onto the ground,
wanting to have dry clothes for when he was ready to leave this
place. Folding the clothes up neatly, he bit down into them and
began to climb the tree, moving his legs apart to get better support
as his sharp claws dug into the bark, his balls swinging slightly as
he gritted his teeth to the cold wind blowing against them and pulled
himself up further until he was eye level with the hole. Sniffing
slightly and detecting nothing at all, he let go of the bark with one
paw and pushed his clothing inside before heading back down again
slowly. Giving a slight sigh of relief as he felt his footpaws touch
the cold damp grass again, he looked about and stood perfectly still.
Joral was average for a rat of his age. He had a slim build, his
grey fur glistened in the moist air. Having a slim body which curled
about slightly as it went down to the bottom, the only un-furred
parts being his footpaws, handpaws and his thick pink tail that
curled about slightly around his left leg. Having dark fur around
his back, which went to a pale grey/white colour around his belly,
with two small pink nipples showing. Having a small thin sheath
which stuck out slightly, the pink moist opening at the top before
the two white orbs hung down between his legs.
Picking up the knife lying on the damp ground, his tail came around
to his front and the tip began to wrap about the handle. Leaving the
knife to go behind him, securely in place, Joral slowly padded over
to where the edge of the bank was and looked down into the dark cold
river flowing by him. Looking up again, he gave a slight shiver
before diving in without so much of a splash. Joral gasped as he
expected to when he felt the freezing water surround his body, glad
that he put the knife with his tail to look after that kept a very
tight hold of. Looking about as he pushed the water out of his
muzzle again, he saw the dark entrance way embedded into the side of
the bank, right at the bottom. Moving to the side, his claws began
to dig into the side of the river and carefully against the current,
he pulled himself along until he looked down the dark tunnel, then
with ease pushed himself in and vanished out of sight.
The hole in the floor rippled slightly as two ears came out, making
slight noise in the dark cavenous holt, the head of the rat slowly
coming out as he gasped for air, feeling the warm air and climbed
out. Staying still for a moment, while listening for any sounds, he
shook himself quickly and looked about, his eyes adjusting to get as
much light as possible. Sniffing about again he got up to his feet
and looked about the place, noting a corridor leading off from the
room that he was in now and slowly taking hold of his knife, moved
forwards into the thin corridor.
Joral had made it into one of the main rooms and could see how warm
and cosy it was in here. Looking about the room, he could barely
see but could smell a wax candle nearby and flint. Moving towards
the centre of the room slowly, he came to the table and found the
said objects. Carefully he managed to light the candle and looked
about the room which looked very clean. He began to look at various
things, picking up a cup, he examined it and placed it back down onto
the table and began to talk to himself. "Hmmm. Now if I had
treasure, where would I hide it?" Putting the knife down onto the
table, he made his way to the wall where there were a few shelves and
began to investigate the various jars, looking inside them and
dropping them onto the floor as they shattered. Slowly as he made
his way around the room, the rat began to frown, thinking of all the
things he would teach that squirrel if he was lying to him. Placing
the candle on top of a drawer and opened up one of the compartments.
Rummaging inside, spilling papers and other material to go out onto
the floor and shook his head. "Hmmm. Nothing here. Maybe the next
room." Pushing himself off the ground, he picked up the candle and
made his way down the next corridor
The light from the candle lit the way barely as he could see the
faint outlines of the bedroom up ahead. "Hmmm. Must be in here.
Well, it better had be for that squirrel's sake." Coming into the
room, he looked about slightly and began to light up the other
candles in the room before placing it down with the rest and looked
about. Moving to where the cupboard was in the corner of the room,
he began to open it up and tossed out the blankets into a heap, not
happy that he wasn't finding anything at all. "Come on, where is
it.?" He paused and shook his head as he looked into a empty
cupboard and raising his eyes, he slowly turned to the bed itself and
smiled. Moving over to the bed, shaking his head at the un-messy way
that the sheets were on top. Whipping the top sheet off, he threw it
to the side and turned his head back and then froze.
Joral looked with wide eyes as the head of the snake rose slowly to
face him eye to eye, it's tongue slipped out and back in quickly as
it hissed. It was a long snake, brown in colour with some yellow
markings. Joral tried to move but found that his body just wasn't
moving, he was completely unprepared for this encounter and he knew
he had left his knife in the other room. Forcing himself to look
away from those eyes, to break contact but again the yellow eyes were
back in his vision as the snake kept pace, moving his head back and
forth, left, right, up and down.
Slowly as the snake moved it's head, Joral found himself unable to
move, his eyes fixed onto that of the snake that continued to move
about until the rat's head followed suit, slowly followed by the rest
of the body as Joral kept on looking deep into those dark black slits
in the centre of the yellow shining orbs, his arms falling to the
sides of his body as his tail droop down to the floor.
With another flick of the tongue, the snake moved slowly downwards
and watched as the rat in front of it followed suit, the knee's
bending down as Joral went down to a kneeing position while keeping
his eyes on the snake moving head, the tongue coming out and back in
as it swayed back and forth. Slowly it moved forwards, taking it's
time as the head approached the rat which stared wide-eyed,
unblinking as Joral moved backwards himself.
Moving quickly, the snake darted to the right and with a quick
movement went around Joral completely before re-fixing the eyes onto
the rat eyes and continued with the bobbing of the head, the rat
completely at the mercy of the snake now as the first coil moved
slowly around the upper body before sliding downwards to rest on
Joral's leg. Again the snake repeated the move, wrapping another
coil about the body and went back to staring into Joral's eyes,
seeking deep into the soul of it's victim as it slid it's tongue out
and in.
After the third time of wrapping a coil about the body of Joral, the
snake moved forwards again, making the rat fall down onto it's back,
resting on the coils that rippled slightly underneath the weight.
Keeping hold of the upper part of the body the rest of the snake's
began to move it's coils to wrap around the lower legs, pulling them
in together as it's head continued to look at the rat's eyes, keeping
the spell intact. After a while it kept still, feeling the heat of
the rat against it's coils, the tongue flicking out to touch the
rat's nose, that makes the whiskers twitch at every flick.
With a slow motion of muscles rippling, the snake began to move
again, getting a better grip around the body as it tightened about
the body, the rat's mouth slowly opening as the sound of air begins
to empty out in a slow motion. Pausing every now and again, feeling
the rat's ribcage trying to pull in more air, then continuing to
squeeze as it feels the rib-cage begin to expel again and stopping as
Joral pulled in more air, but each time the amount got smaller and
smaller as the snake continued to squeeze and tighten about with each
exhale.
Joral felt himself get weaker as he felt the intense crushing feeling
of the snake around his body, those eyes staring down at him with the
mouth closed. With a gasp, he felt all of his air being expelled
from his body and felt the snake tighten accordingly. Fighting for
breath, he felt his whole body begin to warm up, his tongue started
to loll out to the side, trying to get any air that he could muster,
his ribcage fighting against the sheer pressure of the snake keeping
him tight. With the pressure about his body, Joral felt his penis
begin to push out from it's sheath, growing bigger each time the
snake moved it's coils to tighten a bit more about the body of the
rat, who couldn't inhale anymore as he felt his body craving for
oxygen, his eye's still staring at the eyes of the snake boring into
him.
Slowly, Joral could feel his penis fully erect as it continued to
grow bigger, feeling slight pain as the blood continued to be pushed
into the member. A loud cracking noise came to his ears as he heard
his first rib being crushed to pieces under the pressure and a
intense feeling of pain reaching his mind as the vision began to
waver, unfocusing as the eyes begin to grow, leaving a deep in-print
on Joral's mind. Slowly he saw the mouth of the snake begin to open
as he felt the snake continue to squeeze the life out of him as his
left arm broke with another sickening sound. And still the mouth of
the snake continued to open, the pink moist flesh inside now in view
of the rat as it saw the head slowly move, the coils keeping the
pressure, moved along slightly as Joral saw the head move out of
view, the spell barely intact but the task had been done as another
pressure came over him and he felt another rib crack as well as his
right arm.
Feeling his hand-paw claws digging into his thighs, unable to move
them away as he felt the intense crushing all around his body, his
penis throbbing, now twice as big as it usually is. Both of his ears
flickered as the hot air of the snake brushed over his head, the
moisture wetting the skin as he felt the tongue lap about the
headfur. Slowly a new pressure could be felt that sent shockwaves
through his weakening body, the brain slowly dying away as his vision
started to go all foggy, the intense pain of his organs wanting
oxygen, the pain of his bones breaking under the sheer pressure of
the coils tightly wrapped about him.
Opening it's mouth wider, the snake began to feel the rat's head
press against it's lips, the fur rubbing about the lips as it
continued to open up, widening up, as it began to press the rat's
ears down against the head. Joral feeling the warm moist mouth
beginning to engulf his head, the coils squeezing a bit more as
another pain overcame him, sending his mind alive from passing out as
he felt the tip of his penis burst from the intense pressure, the
blood squirting out all over his groin, soaking the snake's coils
before stopping as the two coils covered it up to squeeze it to the
rats body.
Joral lost all vision as he saw the lips of the snake slip over his
eyes, the moist warmth now starting to envelope him, sent a wave of
calm over the rat as he felt his leg bones being crushed to pieces.
Unable to move, he lay still, mouth still open with the tongue
hanging out, all swollen and blue from lack of oxygen. The feeling
of his long snout being pushed in as the snake's lips moved over it
before he felt a new pain of his nose bridge closing over his tongue,
the sharp teeth biting through, before the sheer pressure began to
break the rat's jaw, crushing it down as he felt his head slip into
the tight hot and wet throat of the snake as the mouth closed over
the head fully.
With a flick of one of it's coils, the snake began to loosen the grip
on the rat now, allowing for more room to get it's head to move over
the now easy to swallow body, the shoulders crumpled inwards as the
snake drew in the body slowly, the mouth expanding as it slipped in
the shoulders. Joral's last dull hearing was the sound of the
snake's heart near to the throat as he could feel the warm feeling of
moist flesh rippling against his body before each beat became fainter
and further away until nothing-ness.
Feeling no resistance in the rat at all now, the coils began to
un-roll from the body, just keeping it loosely held in place as the
snake continued to pull the body in, opening it's maw before moving
it's head down and biting down again, feeling it's throat swell with
the large rat slipping into it's body, the flow of blood began again
from the busted rat penis, oozing out slowly and weakly as the rat's
heart gave it's last beat of life.
Moving a coil away to expose the lower body and groin area, now
stained deep red in blood, the snake's head slowly slipped by, the
nose tip pushing the crushed and busted open penis backwards down to
face where the rats paws and tail lay as the mouth slowly slipped
over the red soaked area to vanish into the dark, moist depths of the
snake. Carefully as the snake continued to bulge out of shape from
the rat moving through the body, stretching the coils as the head
moved further down along the line, reaching the stomach as it began
to digest the coming meal, the organ stretching as more of the rat
continued to be pushed in by the moving throat muscles, knotting the
fur as it continued to move up and down, stroking the body all over
as the stomach acids began to seep into all open crevasses.
Slowly the rat continued to disappear as the snake worked it's way
along the entire body, through the legs slipping inside as they
continued to stay together from the torture of being crushed early.
The pink footpaws, slowly slipping into the mouth, the ankles being
stretched as the feet begin to be pressed down flat, tearing the
ligaments away as the mouth closes over the sharp feet claws, leaving
a thin tail sticking out which slowly gets drawn in until the tip
vanishes away inside never to see the daylight again as the snake
slithers back towards the bed, moving underneath the thick blanket
again, curling up to digest it's victim.
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Skipai Da Otter
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