Abby took a trip to a tropical island to get away from it all, but when she strays off the safe path her vacation might just become a staycation. Will Abby survive her encounter with the local wildlife, or will she be spending the rest of her days on the beach?

This story contains oral vore, a feral snake predator, an unwilling female anthro rabbit prey, juicy inside details and a bit of struggling.

Thank you to  ShadeRinaldDraws for the icon! I got a right giggle out of it when I saw it.

It's been a little while since I got a more classic, shorter story in, so I'm happy to get back to basics. My last story was short, but before that I had a few longer ones back to back. I originally started this account to fill the niche of detail rich shoter stories without having to wait through too much setup, so it felt good to go back to that direction. I got some pretty good feedback from my editors (friends) on this one, so expect more snakey snacks in the future!

Without further ado, enjoy the story below:

---

Go on a vacation, they said. Go visit a tropical island retreat, they said. Get to know the locals, they said. Abby let out a miserable groan as she lay with her cheek in the damp sand in the shade of the tree line. She hated it here. The heat made her want to melt, the humidity made her feel like soup, and the bright sun made it impossible to sleep through the day and then wake up to experience the nightlife on this solar simmered island. She was a cotton tail, after all. She lived for those twilight hours where the night owls and the morning doves of society traded places, where everything was filled with this strange energy of excitement and sleepy smiles. Though, that hardly mattered now.

The rabbit’s calf still ached from the bite, two pinprick holes just high enough above the ankle to hit the meat of her leg muscles. The effects had been nearly instantaneous. Her heart rate peaked from the shock, the mindless pump unknowingly circulating the venom throughout her body until every nerve responsible for moving her limbs had gone quiet. Next came the crash, her legs turning to rubber beneath her as she tried to scurry away from the spot near the trees. Those damn flowers had looked so pretty she’d wanted to pluck one to keep, but the snake hiding amongst them had thought the same of her. With a whump, the rabbit tumbled down to the sand, the moist granules cushioning the blow as she came to terms with gravity and became familiar with the ground.

Abby took stock. She could breath, she could see, and her heart was still hammering inside her chest from the flash of fangs and scales. Whatever had bitten her couldn’t have had a deadly bite. The brochure for the trip had made sure to mention that the island lacked any snakes with deadly venom, but the rabbit suspected that this was only true through technicality. The bite itself wasn’t deadly, but as she felt the cool, heavy, smooth touch of serpent’s scales slide over the back of her legs, she wasn’t quite so sure about the snake itself. Abby whimpered, her voice never reaching higher than the quiet whine of a newborn puppy. She tried to kick her legs, a rabbit’s natural defense, but nothing moved more than a tired tremble as the venom intercepted and interrupted her commands.

The snake slowly wove itself around the sprawled cotton tail’s legs, gently tightening up its coils until the long limbs straightened out and her ankles came together. With a defiant snort Abby sent a small plume of sand away from the end of her muzzle. ‘What’s it doing? Oh no, is it going to squeeze me to death? That’s what snakes do, right? Oh no! I’ve got to do something! I’ve got to-” Squelch! The rabbit shivered as something wet and elastic wrapped around the ends of her feet, covering her toes in a sticky warmth that felt damp even through her fur lined soles. It moved, the rubbery and slimy stuff sliding up past her ankles before coming to rest around her lower calves like a lube soaked tube sock. That’s when Abbey realized the truth.

‘Oh my dog, that’s its mouth!’ Renewed panic sent the rabbit’s heart thumping faster than the beat at a speed rave. Desperate jolts and signals leap down from her brain along her spine, surging out along the many branching paths of her nervous system towards the bundles responsible for tugging on the ligaments in her legs. They petered out, attenuated by the serpent’s bite until the muscles could make no sense of the commands they received, reacting with only the slightest twitches and flinches. Much to Abby’s dismay, the venom did nothing to dull her sense of touch. As its yawning mouth walked along her legs, swallowing over her knees now, she could feel everything. The cold sand beneath her stopped imparting its chill at the edge of the scaled jaw that wrapped around the front of her thighs. The sensation was replaced with a mild warmth and a slickness, like her lower third was wrapped in a soggy towel that had been left in the sun to dry but never did.

A soft wave of undulating meat squeezed around her lower legs, sliding along the tapering curve of her thighs until it found purchase around her ankles and tugged at the tops of her feet. It worked in concert with the jaws that walked like legs along her feminine shape to stow her away within the snake’s long body. The left jaw would flex first, stepping a solid inch ahead before the right would do the same. Then the upper jaw would slide forward, the tiny teeth along the lower mandibles hooking into the rabbit’s fine fur to ensure a steady anchor. Abby sobbed. It wasn’t fair. This was supposed to be a vacation, a celebration of everything good in life. If only she had made it a few more strides before the venom turned her legs into noodles she might have made it back to the walking path, the thin strip of sidewalk that showed tourists where to go. Then someone might see her, save her!

The serpent’s mouth crested Abby’s curvaceous hips, her legs trailing a foot and a half down the throat of the carnivorous spaghetti. With one solid gulp, the muscled walls of the hungry tube dragged the rabbit half a foot deeper, bringing the snake’s mouth up to rest around her belly. A squeak was the only response Abby could muster as her limbs and voice continued to disobey her. ‘This can’t be happening,’ she wanted to shout. ‘Please, someone has to help me!’ The cotton tail was getting desperate, feeling the warmer slime at the center of the snake soaking into the fur along her legs as they slipped deeper down. It was sticky, clinging to her like stringy glue that had been pressed between her toes and against her skin. The grip of the inner muscles felt stronger, too. They squeezed at her lower body, mashing the slick mucus that clung to the greedy walls against her pelt and hide, saturating their latest catch with the slippery stuff.

“Please,” the rabbit whispered as the snake’s jaws slurped over the underside of her chest, each gulp sinking the cotton tail a couple inches at a time now that the internal muscles had something shapely to grasp. Each wave of glutinous gulps rolled along her abs and flanks, the smooth slick surface sliding easily along her sleek pelt until the ring of contracting muscle crashed against her hips and drove her deeper. Abby felt a stir as her mind continued to cry out to her body to resist, to struggle, to fight. Beneath the serpent’s scales, her legs twitched, then gently separated. Rubbery flesh stretched and moved to contain them while viscous slime flowed like honey and molasses into the gap between. The force was feeble, but her limbs listened to her call. It was only the slightest glimmer of hope, but it showed that her body was starting to metabolize the venom, filtering it out of her blood. ‘If I can just hold on a little longer, maybe I can shout!’ “Help,” came her voice, barely a whisper against the distant sound of the crashing waves against the shore. “Help.”

Gluck! Abby’s arms moved of their own accord, pushed forward by the jaws of the hungry snake as the corners where upper and lower mandibles met pushed into her armpits. The elastic inner hide felt tight around her chest, making it hard for the rabbit to suck in a breath worthy of a shout. She was still too feeble to overcome it, but the panic and adrenaline coursing through her veins was starting to cancel out the chemical spell the snake had cast. “Hey,” she called, a little louder and a little more desperate than before. Her voice carried a little ways and Abby felt hope. Even if the snake swallowed her, if someone heard the cry they could find her and get her out again. Flesh squelched up around Abby’s shoulders, the upper and lower jaw of the snake peeking into view as another wave of sweltering peristalsis pulled on her hips and sank her upper body into the undulating cavern. “Hey!” Desperation hooked deep into Abby’s heart as she felt the muscles that lined her cell recharging, preparing for another assault against her grip on the outside world. A distant, itching tingle in her toes, a growing warmth in her lower legs where they had reached the deepest parts of the serpent’s embrace drove the cotton tail’s desperation further. “Hey-” ULP!

Darkness wrapped around the rabbit’s head as she crested the back of the snake’s mouth, plunging her into the grasp of its esophagus. The warm tropical air still lapped at her arms just beyond the serpent’s lips, but with a few yawns and gulps, even that was replaced with the stagnant and oppressive heat of being encased in another’s body. The ocean and island soundtracks had all been replaced with a rhythmic slurp, a wet squelch that rose and fell. It was biological waves crashing against the beach of her body, eroding away her senses and sense of self. Slime and saliva flowed and frothed in place of salt water, and her own wheezing gasps replaced the call of seagulls. Abby knew she was still laying on the ground at the tree line, but the gentle movement carrying her along the length of the serpent that had swallowed her mixed with the claustrophobic hug of its esophagus felt as though she’d been transported to an alien world. Even with the venom waning and control over her limbs returning, she felt helpless against the grip of the tube shaped body around her. “Help,” she whimpered in the pitch black of the snake’s body.

Eventually, her descent stopped. The rabbit felt a change in texture to the walls around her, having started at the tips of her toes before creeping up over her body. The flesh here was stickier, covered in something thicker and slicker. Each embrace left a syrupy, greasy film behind. The tight squeezes weren’t quite as orchestrated as the pulses that had shunted her along the snake’s form, either. Each press and push was erratic, as if it didn’t care where the rabbit went as a result of the pressure. “Oh no,” Abby whimpered as the realization dawned on her. “I hope someone heard me. Please, someone, anyone, help me!” Overcome by the dread that came with resting in the stomach of a wild animal, the rabbit began to squirm. It was all she could think to do, to move around and make her presence beneath the patterned scales of her captor known to any who looked upon her writhing shape. “Someone has to have heard me!”

Only the deafening quiet of the soft suckling and slurping walls of the stomach came in reply to the plea. The soft pop of air pockets compressing between sheets of mucus and the two warring bodies echoed with every desperate shift and squirm. It lasted a few long, simmering moments before movement started to ripple through the body around the rabbit. At first Abby thought someone had come to her rescue, that the snake was writhing as someone captured it. Then the stomach around her curved sharply and her with it, filling her with another wave of dread. She could feel how strong the muscles that contained her were as they made her flex from left to right and then back again, making her contort at uncomfortable angles. The slime around her body squelched under the pressure and flowed into every nook and cranny of her swimsuit clad curves. The serpent was slithering, locomoting, moving away from the spot where it had claimed its prey.

“No-no-no,” Abby whimpered as the exercise seemed to go on forever, mashing her left cheek and then right cheek into the softly sizzling slop that soaked into her fur. The farther it moved away from where she had fallen, the less likely she was to be found, to be rescued. “Please, go back!” The desperate cottontail squirmed against the fluid motion of the snake’s slithering, hoping to throw it off its path. Much to her dismay, she felt gravity shift, the snake undoubtedly climbing some sort of vertical surface. Abby was little more than a passenger now, she realized. Her body flexed with the stomach around her as the creature corkscrewed around the trunk of a tropical tree, climbing up and up and up until it finally leveled off onto a branch.

Weightlessness suddenly gripped at the rabbit before the flesh below her pulled taught, leaving her swinging as though she were in a slick and greedy hammock. Tired and distressed, Abby’s fraying mind struggled to comprehend what was happening outside the confines of her glutinous cell. Her captor had stopped slithering, but she still swayed gently from side to side as if pushed by the kiss of a passing breeze on a swing. If only she could feel that breeze on her whiskers instead of the overwhelming wet warmth that came with every quivering inward pulse of the stomach walls. The ragged rabbit regretted complaining about the tropical weather, now. She missed it, in fact. Even the singing heat of the sun would have been welcome over the simmering warmth of being submerged beneath a serpent’s scales.

For all her melancholic wants, there was nothing left for Abby to do but wait. As the stomach walls worked along the shape of her body, spreading their thick secretions more thoroughly through her fur, the sun was climbing higher into the morning sky. The morning joggers would surely see the crater her face had made in the soft sand and follow the serpent’s winding tracks. Someone would surely see the shape of the chubby rabbit trapped inside and call for a rescue crew. Then she could appreciate the outside air again, the hot tropical sun, and the overpriced souvenir stores. For now, though, she could only lay and wait. Another wave of gastric contractions squeezed over her, creating a cacophony of liquid creaks, pops and squelches as tingling warmth spread beneath her soggy clothes. It seemed the snake’s stomach was happy to let her wait as long as she needed.

---

“You haven’t seen Abby, have you?” The overdressed cat didn’t bother looking up from the pamphlet she’d picked up at the start of the trail. Kelly wasn’t particularly worried about the rabbit, just a little concerned that she hadn’t been seen since yesterday morning. “Maybe she went home with some stud from the night club again.” She hissed a snicker before finally looking up from the colorful information sheet. Kelly frowned. “What are you looking at?”

The llama, a few steps further down the trail, was standing with mouth agape as she stared up into one of the trees just a few dozen steps off the cement slab walkway. Angie pointed, a hoovy finger angling up toward a spot between two of the towering trees. “Do you see that? Wow!” Kelly stepped closer and squinted, following the trajectory into the tree line. “Right there, between that tree that kind of looks like a sad broccoli and the one with the flowers. Do you see it?” The cat strained her vision, wishing she hadn’t left her glasses at home to look more attractive on the trail. Then she saw it, too.

“Oh!” Kelly’s paws scrambled with the pamphlet, flipping it over and unfurling it further. “It’s one of these!” She pressed a fuzzy digit against the picture of a snake on the center of the last fold. “A ‘Kissing Krait,’ named for its gentle bite and release hunting technique. Unlike other snakes in the same family, its bite is not toxic. Instead, it paralyzes the victim, leaving them unable to move but otherwise unharmed.” Kelly grimaced at the description before looking up again. “Gawd I hate snakes. You know, sometimes I feel like whoever named things like this liked the animal a little too much, if you know what I mean.”

“Kelly, look! I think it ate something, something big! Look at its gut!” The llama pointed again, taking a few careful steps toward the edge of the curved cement slab that denoted the edge of the trail. Eager for a closer look, but too innocent to go against the rules and step off the path, Angie fumbled through her oversized fanny pack. Mints, loose change and receipts tumbled about as she excavated the little digital camera she’d brought along for the trip. With a few taps she had it powered on and trained on the snake, the mechanical zoom whirring to life as it slowly scoped in to bring the image of the snake into a higher resolution. It wasn’t great, but it was better than the naked eye. “Oh, wow! It must have eaten a wild deer or something, just look at it!” Click, the camera snapped the moment into a still frame.

Angie brought the camera’s screen down to Kelly’s level, holding it out for the prissy feline. She hovered a paw over the screen to block out the sun’s glare and took in the details. The snake looked quite comfortable with its head draped over its middle, its long body wrapped around two nearby branches so that its middle hung in the gap between them. The long, rope like serpent swelled almost cartoonishly with how full the dangerous noodle was, the exact details of its catch rounded out by the meat and muscle of the successful hunter. Still, Kelly could see the bumps and lumps of knees and limbs stretching the belly scales where they hung in their carnal hammock. “Uhg! I think I can see a face under its skin! Snakes are so-o gross!”

Angie rolled her eyes. “They are not, they’re cool.”

Kelly crossed her arms and struck a sassy pose, glaring up at the llama. She knew there was no point in arguing over it without someone to back her up, so she pushed the thought aside. “If Abby were here, she’d tell you how gross snakes are, too!”