An anticipated comic where A gets casually nommed by Arbok... just like old times, right? ^^ I really had fun drawing these kinds of comic.

A friend of mind did a fantastic job with the story version of this comic!
http://novacom.deviantart.com/art/F.....nker-478429023

There are some days where life throws you something totally unexpected that takes you out of the daily routine. I've noticed these changes can oftentimes be little adventures in and of themselves, wonderful little side stories to our "normal" walks.

Then again, living in a home full of Pokémon means that "normal" is usually anything but. So on a sunny Wednesday morning, another of life's little twists and turns came to trip me up.

Or rather, the twisting, turning tip of my dear Arbok's tail was what tripped me up.

I really should've learned by now that the long corridors of the Manor are the most likely spots for Arbok or my other serpentine Pokémon pals to ambush me! It's in their nature, after all; scouting out places to surprise their marks, which are most of the time all me. Within seconds of the toe of my shoe bumping into the purple appendage sticking out of the side storage room, she'd curled her tail all the way up my leg.

"WHOA! What the--?"

My surprise took away any kind of eloquence, and my amazement and confusion at the hurried capture Arbok made only increased as the moment went on. It's crazy how fast she's gotten at this simple science of pouncing on me, drawing me into her scaly, coiled embrace. More often than not she'll do it just for a hug, or to mess with me. I suppose it's just one of her instinct she likes to practice...then again, there's another instinct that follows that she practices all too often as well.

"What? How did she--?" I wondered aloud again. My bewilderment grew as I saw both boots--right foot, then left--flung beyond my head. Even my backpack followed; Arbok must've been unfastening the straps and laces with her jaws even as she slowly reeled me into the room with her undulating coils.

Finally her grip lessened a bit and I could roll around to face my lovely lavender lady. Arbok's red eyes were opened wide with excitement and anticipation, her ribbon-thin tongue flitting around in the air as she smiled. "Oh, A! I'm glad I caught you!" Her words were warm with the sound of her laughter, and I couldn't help but chuckle as I heard her. I knew she was attempting to make her snare seem like an accident, but I knew better than to believe that.

"Ehehehe, hey Arbok!" I blinked as I laid back, my legs now free of her tail. She'd circled around her lower body again, stabilizing her top half in that natural nesting sort of way all big snakes do. I was hoping my own happy tone would be enough to maybe just meet her with a "hello" instead of going any further. But then, of course, she replied:

"Yup! Perfect for a hearty breakfast!"

Well THAT did it. My entire schedule for the day, much less my immediate plans, had just gone out the window and I knew it. Arbok had 'requested' I put aside anything else; I was hers now.

Might as well enjoy it, then! I thought.

"Ohhhhh, I see where this is going, you sneaky girl." I wasn't sure whether or not she knew I'd figured out her intentions even earlier, but I enjoy making her feel as if she's a clever predator. I mean, after all, her trap HAD worked. And perhaps I could've escaped, perhaps I could've fought her habits. But one of the things I've learned about life and its little trip-ups is that, sometimes, it's ok to just go with the flow.

I leaned in towards the patterns on the inside of her hood, along her throat and 'chest' sections. Gently I rubbed up and down the rings of skin and scales, just like you'd scratch a dog under the chin or on their forehead. Arbok loves that feeling, I know, and the deep red hue of her blushing as I massaged her there indicated I was right.

"Mmhm," she cooed, her lower jaw falling open as her tongue flicked out again. I knew I was coaxing her right into the feeling she loved, the feeling of safety and trust as a special friend offered himself up. She'd performed her 'hunt' and was more than ready to enjoy the spoils.

I closed my eyes and relaxed, waiting for her to make her move. I was pleasantly surprised to not feel the frightful jump of her powerful body pouncing, but instead, a gentle warm breath that surrounded me from the head down. Arbok had lifted up to near her full 15 foot height and was breathing down all around me. It was perfectly relaxing to feel her exhalation, her atmosphere, begin to become my own.

"Ooh, your breath is quite warm," I complemented her as I felt the slightest bit of moisture touch under my chin. It must've been her tongue, giving me one more serpent's kiss before her next action. That motion came, and it was such an amazing feeling I forgot all about my earlier cares.

Any big beast could become a predator to a smaller one, that's a fact of life. But my dear Arbok, she was so much more than a sweet, sassy face or a hungry tummy. I felt her in that moment, not pouncing to push me down to her stomach or nibble on me in some new show of strength, but bringing me inside her most special hold. Arbok was beginning to swallow me whole and alive, and it was just about the greatest feeling you can imagine. I blinked one eye open, smiling as my cheeks felt rosy and warm again from the sensation. She'd moved quickly but with such gentle, delicate care; already my head was beyond her striking white teeth or ruby-red gums, beyond the base of her tongue or her ridged palate.

In a matter of seconds Arbok had already begun to swallow me up. My head was inside her esophagus, the warm, wet tube that would wind all the way down to her stomach and take me along with it. Her throat trembled and quaked, and I realized how much effort she'd put into making me her meal this way. My legs were still totally free, and her jaws had only passed a little bit beyond my shoulders, all without using her tail or lower sections to squeeze me up and into her body.

It was her way of giving back to me. Really, why else would a powerful predator forsake using their tools of the trade to take a prey inside? Arbok didn't want me to feel like a meal--she wanted me to feel at home.

"Mhhh, I missed how you just slide into me," she said dreamily. I could hear her so well from where my head lay. I mean, I heard ALL of her; the gentle whoosh of air entering and exiting with each breath, the trembling squelch of her throat muscles easing me down inside her body, and of course the strumming th-thump of her heart beating. All of her sounds, the symphony of being swallowed alive, surrounded me as I laughed. Surely I can join in, I thought half-jokingly.

As I started sliding deeper I felt my whole body disappearing beyhind her smiling jaws. My shirt, hat, and jeans were all soaked through to various degrees from her saliva, a satisfied coating of soft watery stuff that made slipping on in even easier. Her gooey saliva stuck to my bare skin as well, splashing onto my arms and my cheek as she devoured me. I didn't mind one bit; the feeling was so comfortable and cozy inside her esophagus that I wouldn't have minded much of anything at that point.


Glk...glk... Her throat trembled as she swallowed wave after peristaltic wave around me. "Almost there," I heard Arbok say in an almost motherly whisper. I could only muster a muffled grunt of general approval at her words, lest I risk getting a mouthful of esophageal wall in my face!

At last I felt my ankles entering the end of her maw, about to squish between the soft tissues of her throat. There was still no sign of her stomach before my open eye; her gullet groaned and gripped me back and forth in a reddish pink tunnel that seemed to never end. It was a straight up-and-down drop by now, as Arbok had straightened up to better swallow me. With the horizontal slide slipping me down her digestive path, I stretched out both arms in front of me to feel my way within her. The gentle gooey juices inside her splashed against my skin and clothing as a natural liner for the loving descent.

Just then, from outside her tissues and throat, I felt a powerful round lump touching me all along my back. It was her tail, I think; even through the walls of her body Arbok was still holding me, guiding me downward.

"Ahhhh..." I heard her sigh contentedly. "Just seeing your body slowly slide down deeper into me...Mmmmm~" I understood her happiness quite well, since I'd seen this scenario so many times before. Just the feeling of live, loving prey can be completely revitalizing to my serpent friends. No violence or domination, no pain or elimination necessary; Arbok seemed to be most satisfied just by knowing I was all hers.

The ultimate expression of that sensation soon arrived, as my hands slipped between an undulating gateway of pinkish tissue. Soon her throat squeezed me down the last stretch of her esophagus, and with a mighty Glp! I entered her stomach. The tight squeeze of the esophagus disappeared as the gentle churning of Arbok's belly caught me in a cozy embrace. It was a slimy, slippery hug, her internal liquids layering onto me in thin foamy patches as the rest of me was pushed into her stomach.

There inside the slimy, soft, special place, In the dim red light that barely trickled down her throat to her tummy, I smiled and sighed peacefully. Wholly claimed, yes, but wholly cuddled as well, caught up in a special sort of bliss in her belly. I reached up and kneaded my hands into the sticky, squishy folds, her stomach shaking to and fro from the gentle massage inside her.

"That feeling...of you inside my stomach. To feel your every move inside me~oh my." Arbok's voice was light and fluttering, obviously a side effect of what she felt deep inside. I chuckled and continued to tickle away at her sensitive tummy tissues, pleasing my precious predator from the inside out.

"A, you know how to make a snake happy!" Arbok praised.

I flopped back onto her belly floor at her complement, satisfied at my job well done. "Aw, thanks Arbok." I felt a strange wave of warmth reverberate throughout my cozy chamber, and noticed her wet, gentle walls flushing a brighter red shade. She must've been embarrassed with how well I'd worked my wiggling, tickling magic! "Hey, did you get warmer all the sudden? Or did you just miss me?"

Arbok laughed, her special mood rightly discovered by the captive friend cuddling inside her digestive system. "Heehee! One mightbe caused by the other...

So as I laid there inside Arbok's stomach, I realized a little life lesson I wholeheartedly follow. It's one I recommend you do, as well: when an unexpected path takes you by surprise, relax! Let the adventure unfold and see what's in store for you. Don't get caught up in worrying about it, either; just enjoy the walk and live with an open heart, and you never know what will happen.

And at any rate, what good will worrying do when life (or a playful, protective predator) catches you anyways--hook, line and sinker?