Hey,

You thought it was over? So many uploads I didn't know what to do with myself. Well, I still have a few to go! These are gifts I received for my birthday about five weeks ago. This delectable dish comes served from  tacokurt a good friend of mine who's pretty damn good at drawing all types of snakes and dumb horses. He surprised me with this picture showing my usual punching bag (Aspen, barely seen at the bottom) being ambushed by two of my larger characters; the tall kangaroo, Altia, and the size-changing serpent, Abyss. As you can see, or can't see the floor, the size changing has meant that even the typically towering Altia, who stands twice as tall as the troubled Aspen, is dwarfed by the golden snake framed with curved, brown rectangles. A confusing display for catching prey, though Abyss has her tricks regardless. If you see her in this size, then you're not ever getting free...such a size makes her very hungry...

Thanks very much tacokurt for the birthday surprise! I'll have to do one for you later on in the year when it's your own b'day. Choices, choices.

If you like the story below, and you want one of your own, then hit me up with a note and I'll get back to you ASAP!

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Once again, the horse found himself neck deep in trouble. Snooping and peeking around before anyone got to the gym, he had found a quite interesting site in the office. Altia, as usual, half-naked and doing gym business, would be alone at this time. But an animated little squiggle on the desk in front of her caught his attention. Altia was conversing with it, and it seemed to wiggle in response. She would nod, smile sometimes and make some animated hand gesture. Aspen was impatient and quickly tired of the silent chatter. His attention dropped towards the seat opposite the desk at which Altia sat. Her paws were bare, and sat on the empty chair. Her toes easily reached where his neck would had he been sat there.

He did notice, however, the slightly ajar door failed to support his weight. It was almost comedic how he toppled inwards and landed face down in the carpet. Altia hardly reacted. Her guest, however did. That tiny coloured squiggle vanished from the table. Aspen could see the colours clearly; a dark gold with curved rectangles of chocolate brown regularly placed to break it up. He had not suddenly gained the gift of wonderful sight. Rather, that little squiggle was not so small any more.

A thick coil of muscle sat just in front of his fingers. He looked up to see the girth stand over a foot thick, perhaps more. This close he could see the hundreds of thousands of scales flex and bend to follow the curvature of what could be nothing other than a gigantic snake. His eyes continued upwards, to the smiling face of the serpent whose body had rapidly filled the room.

Aspen put his hands down and went to push himself off the floor. He never made it more than a few inches before an unseen coil laid itself across his shoulders. The weight was incredible, and he was flattened to the carpet before he could think. Something slim pushed underneath his chin, lifting his view before the tail tip curled around his broad shoulders. Aspen's arms were pulled to his sides, then he felt the unmistakable sensation of a winding, serpentine tail making its way around his upper chest.

He heard a hiss as the coils descended down his body. The sheer girth of that muscular tail propped him off the ground, leaving him surrounded on all sides as the number grew from one, to two, then three by his hips. It squeezed and compressed down on his chest, winding around him further and further. He became just a head poking out of titanically thick loops of powerful muscle. As he thrashed, all his struggles were absorbed by the girthy scales.

Then, unimaginable amounts of strength pulled the tight wrapping upwards, so that his head was upright and facing the two occupants in the room.
“I don't deserve…” He went to protest before the muscles compressed with impressive strength. Like a giant, circular vice, the snake drew her coils in tight loops around Aspen. As his lungs were almost flattened under the huge strength, he saw the brown and gold loops barely flex their muscular strength. He would admire it later, if there was one.

The serpent slid forward over her thick and weighty coils towards the exposed head. She flicked a pink tongue out from between her lips, and her emerald eyes stared through him unblinkingly. With his arms by his sides, and a coil around his neck, he was choked and crushed indiscriminately. She would taunt him with a chance to breathe, then knead the air in his throat away. He gasped and whimpered as his body was squeezed with fantastic power.

Altia watched without a hint of worry. “Right on schedule, Aspen. Two hours before you usually come in, ready to peep and stare.” She stood from her chair, almost brushing the ceiling with her head as she stepped around towards him. The floor was covered in a sea of brown and gold scales, of which Altia stepped on and over in her journey. The snake seemed outwards to not care in the slightest, but her belly growled with a space larger than one measly horse.

Like a Queen, Altia laid back on the significant coils. The throne of scales formed to support her significant hips, swirling as she sat facing the entombed equine.
“Have you met Abyss? She came to me with a complaint for the gym at large, that we don't serve serpentine patrons.” She lifted her large paws, and rested them on the last coil around his neck. Pale soles framed his vision, and his attention was torn between them and the tight coils.

“We had an agreement.” Abyss spoke with a deep, female rasp.
“Ah yes. She said she would lodge her complaint by consuming the nearest staff member, snake culture don’t ask.”
“The delectable kangaroo made me a deliciousss offer.” The large head of the serpent moved closer. “Free for a year.”
“That's not a…”
“And you take her placcce inssside my belly…”

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Art:  tacokurt

Story & Characters  solidness

See you tomorrow!