Imagine walking into a locker room and seeing this. Oops! Someone wasn't expecting company! Better hope that she doesn't push that bulge lower into her tail to make room.
I did another one of those "get a random pose from a generator" exercises and, guess what, I got another back pose! At a suggestion from my friend Luna, I made her a snake. Snakes make good preds! I actually think she came out pretty cute!
This wasn't specifically inspired by XCOM, but it has kind of that vibe to it, doesn't it?
These are pretty fun to do, and they're low-stress. I may keep doing more! Maybe I should do a poll to decide on species or something.
Ask me questions on my Curious Cat! Feel free to ask questions to either me or one of my characters.
If you're so inclined, I'd much appreciate it if you'd buy me a coffee!
I did another one of those "get a random pose from a generator" exercises and, guess what, I got another back pose! At a suggestion from my friend Luna, I made her a snake. Snakes make good preds! I actually think she came out pretty cute!
This wasn't specifically inspired by XCOM, but it has kind of that vibe to it, doesn't it?
These are pretty fun to do, and they're low-stress. I may keep doing more! Maybe I should do a poll to decide on species or something.
Ask me questions on my Curious Cat! Feel free to ask questions to either me or one of my characters.
If you're so inclined, I'd much appreciate it if you'd buy me a coffee!
Category Artwork (Digital) / Vore
Species Snake / Serpent
Size 2550 x 3300px
File Size 1.06 MB
https://youtu.be/hg6rqDX-1wQ
A bunch of times over the two movies there is this siren that goes off when the main character locks eyes with one of her enemies.
You lock eyes with this snek cutie and you KNOW that shit is about to go down.
A bunch of times over the two movies there is this siren that goes off when the main character locks eyes with one of her enemies.
You lock eyes with this snek cutie and you KNOW that shit is about to go down.
i'd really like to see you do a pinup with my kira. not to be confused with your taur kira. something like this with a vore belly maybe: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/30709656/
Fair enough! I just wanted to make sure we were on the same page. ^^
Commission prices can be found here: https://www.furaffinity.net/commiss.....bbitinafoxden/
Commission prices can be found here: https://www.furaffinity.net/commiss.....bbitinafoxden/
Wearing a blue halter top and shorts, the cute white furred mouse smiled wide as she strode into the locker room. “Hey Tammy, you still in there?” she squeaked and chuckled. “What’s takin you so *EEEEEEP!*” Her whiskers quivered and her eyes grew wide as the snake standing in front of Tammy’s locker looked back over her shoulder wide eyed with surprise in return. The mouse swallowed, her heart beating fast. There was no point in asking where Tammy had gone off to. Even from behind her, she could see the curve of the snakes bulging mdsection, not to mention Tammy’s skirt and blouse scattered on the floor, and she could hear muffled squeaks and squeals from that midsection beneath the growls and grumbles of digestion. “Oh heh. . . “ the mouse managed. “I uh. . .beg your pardon!” she stammered, taking a step back. “Didn’t mean to bother you! I’ll be on your away. . .on my way I mean!” she squeaked, scampering for the exit.
I wanted that storylet to be open ended, to leave what happened to reader's imagination. Still, I think if the snake wanted to eat the intruder, that would be it for the mouse (let's call her Allison). She'd walked cluelessly right up looking for Tammy, and she was terrified both because of what had happened, and the snake was right there in front of her.
But then that brings up the question concerning the snake's motivation, and why she looks back wide eyed in surprise in the picture? Why did she stalk Tammy when she was alone in the locker room, striking when no one else would know? Is she trying to keep her predation a secret from her fellow predators? In that case she can't afford a witness, and Allison is snake chow. Or perhaps she's just polite. She eats prey of course, but she doesn't like causing them unnecessary discomfort, so when she can she tries to avoid having some poor unsuspectng rodent be traumatized seeing her devouring her classmates. But of course Allison surprised her, so what now? Should she try to comfort her, or, well she's traumatized now so may as well go ahead and eater too before someone else comes in? So many possibilities.
But then that brings up the question concerning the snake's motivation, and why she looks back wide eyed in surprise in the picture? Why did she stalk Tammy when she was alone in the locker room, striking when no one else would know? Is she trying to keep her predation a secret from her fellow predators? In that case she can't afford a witness, and Allison is snake chow. Or perhaps she's just polite. She eats prey of course, but she doesn't like causing them unnecessary discomfort, so when she can she tries to avoid having some poor unsuspectng rodent be traumatized seeing her devouring her classmates. But of course Allison surprised her, so what now? Should she try to comfort her, or, well she's traumatized now so may as well go ahead and eater too before someone else comes in? So many possibilities.
(I was inspired to write something a little longer based on one of many possible interpretations of this scene)
A young white furred mouse wearing a green blouse and blue skirt walked into the girl’s locker room, a smile on her bucktoothed face. It was after hours of course, and empty. Allison’s mouse friend Tammy had ducked in to change out of her gym clothes, but she’d been gone for nearly a half hour! Of course Tammy was flighty, the silly mouse girl was probably texting on her phone. Allison turned a corner to the row with the mouse girl’s locker. Only instead of Tammy she saw the back of her snake friend Jenny, looming over Tammy’s locker.
Not that Allison minded. Jenny, Tammy, and Allison were all good friends! Jenny in particular was always civilized, always friendly and polite, never treating her or Tammy with disdain like other predators did. Tammy stood on her toes as the snake was blocking her view. She expected Tammy was on the other side in front of her locker, but she couldn’t see her. “Hey, Jenny, have you seen Tammy around?” she squeaked.
The naga startled, looking back over her shoulder wide eyed, as though caught in the middle of some private act. It was entirely unlike the snake girl, and the mouse girl quizzically tilted her head. “Heh, didn’t mean to startle you Jenny . . .” she squeaked apologetically, “. . .but have you seen. . .” Allison grew silent as her eyes drifted downwards and opened wide. Even with the snake’s back to her, she could see the bulge in her coils. She could even barely make out soft muffled squeaks and cries emanating from that bulge, while Tammy’s gym clothes were strewn about the floor. “Uh. . .” Allison squeaked, taking a step back, seeing Jenny as she’d never seen her before. No longer a trusted care free friend, for the first time she saw her as her natural predator, a powerful muscled creature perfectly designed to catch, squeeze, and eat mice! “Ummmm. . . “ the mouse managed. “I uh. . .beg your pardon!” she stammered, taking another step back. “Didn’t mean to bother you! I’ll be on your away. . .on my way I mean!” she squeaked, turning and scampering for the exit.
She made it barely two steps before she tripped over a snake tail that appeared as if out of nowhere, sending her sprawling to the floor. As she tried to recover, a pair of strong sinuous arms slipped round her midriff and lifted her in the air.
“NO! NO! NO!” she squealed, kicking and wriggling as she was lifted up and supported against that scaly bulge. “No please!” she squealed. Efficiently coiling her up, Jenny pulled the mouse girl’s blouse up over her head. Tears in her eyes, Alison looked up and pleaded, “Please. . . . Jenny. . . . you can’t!”
She saw Jenny smiling wide down at the topless mouse, open jaws splashing her with drool. “I’m sorry, Allison,” she cooed in that soft soothing voice that had helped to gain Allsion’s trust. “But I have too!” Despite her words, her tone was happy and eager as she turned the mouse around to face her and pulled her close.
“Jenny, please!” Allison squeaked. “I. . . I promise I won’t tell anyone!” she squealed.
Of course Jenny could have replied “I know,” like some stereotypical villain in a movie, But she was better than that! So instead she heaved the mouse girl upwards, opened her jaws, and *GULP!* began to eat!
Jenny’s eyes rolled with pleasure. So good, so good, so good! She had to make an effort to slow down. She’d been hungering for the plump mouse girl ever since she met her and pretended to befriend her, and she wanted to savor and enjoy every squirming inch of mousey flesh!
She paused when she got to her belly, to strip off her skirt and undies, before going on to savor those haunches and legs. Allison squirmed as that flicking as that flicking tongue explored her flesh, but what did she expect? She was a mouse! She was food for a snake! Jenny would only get to eat her once, and she wanted to enjoy every bit of her.
Eventually Jenny leaned back against the lockers, swallowing down two twitching mousey feet and mousey tail, a blissful look in her eyes as she rubbed two bulges in her coils (although by now one of them barely moved). Oh it was wonderful! She’d never gotten to eat two delicious mice before! She’d be nearly comatose for days, but it was worth it.
Leaving a window open as a misleading clue, she made her exit out the back door. This time no one interrupted her. She could play the depressed snake now, so sad two of her best friends had been caught by some wild pred. She’d have an excuse to stay at home, until those two bulges were shrunken enough to be hidden by looser clothes. Other rodents would see her and would be impressed how she even cried for mice. They’d want to be her friends, to console her, to cheer her up, and she’d let them of course. One could never have too many friends.
A young white furred mouse wearing a green blouse and blue skirt walked into the girl’s locker room, a smile on her bucktoothed face. It was after hours of course, and empty. Allison’s mouse friend Tammy had ducked in to change out of her gym clothes, but she’d been gone for nearly a half hour! Of course Tammy was flighty, the silly mouse girl was probably texting on her phone. Allison turned a corner to the row with the mouse girl’s locker. Only instead of Tammy she saw the back of her snake friend Jenny, looming over Tammy’s locker.
Not that Allison minded. Jenny, Tammy, and Allison were all good friends! Jenny in particular was always civilized, always friendly and polite, never treating her or Tammy with disdain like other predators did. Tammy stood on her toes as the snake was blocking her view. She expected Tammy was on the other side in front of her locker, but she couldn’t see her. “Hey, Jenny, have you seen Tammy around?” she squeaked.
The naga startled, looking back over her shoulder wide eyed, as though caught in the middle of some private act. It was entirely unlike the snake girl, and the mouse girl quizzically tilted her head. “Heh, didn’t mean to startle you Jenny . . .” she squeaked apologetically, “. . .but have you seen. . .” Allison grew silent as her eyes drifted downwards and opened wide. Even with the snake’s back to her, she could see the bulge in her coils. She could even barely make out soft muffled squeaks and cries emanating from that bulge, while Tammy’s gym clothes were strewn about the floor. “Uh. . .” Allison squeaked, taking a step back, seeing Jenny as she’d never seen her before. No longer a trusted care free friend, for the first time she saw her as her natural predator, a powerful muscled creature perfectly designed to catch, squeeze, and eat mice! “Ummmm. . . “ the mouse managed. “I uh. . .beg your pardon!” she stammered, taking another step back. “Didn’t mean to bother you! I’ll be on your away. . .on my way I mean!” she squeaked, turning and scampering for the exit.
She made it barely two steps before she tripped over a snake tail that appeared as if out of nowhere, sending her sprawling to the floor. As she tried to recover, a pair of strong sinuous arms slipped round her midriff and lifted her in the air.
“NO! NO! NO!” she squealed, kicking and wriggling as she was lifted up and supported against that scaly bulge. “No please!” she squealed. Efficiently coiling her up, Jenny pulled the mouse girl’s blouse up over her head. Tears in her eyes, Alison looked up and pleaded, “Please. . . . Jenny. . . . you can’t!”
She saw Jenny smiling wide down at the topless mouse, open jaws splashing her with drool. “I’m sorry, Allison,” she cooed in that soft soothing voice that had helped to gain Allsion’s trust. “But I have too!” Despite her words, her tone was happy and eager as she turned the mouse around to face her and pulled her close.
“Jenny, please!” Allison squeaked. “I. . . I promise I won’t tell anyone!” she squealed.
Of course Jenny could have replied “I know,” like some stereotypical villain in a movie, But she was better than that! So instead she heaved the mouse girl upwards, opened her jaws, and *GULP!* began to eat!
Jenny’s eyes rolled with pleasure. So good, so good, so good! She had to make an effort to slow down. She’d been hungering for the plump mouse girl ever since she met her and pretended to befriend her, and she wanted to savor and enjoy every squirming inch of mousey flesh!
She paused when she got to her belly, to strip off her skirt and undies, before going on to savor those haunches and legs. Allison squirmed as that flicking as that flicking tongue explored her flesh, but what did she expect? She was a mouse! She was food for a snake! Jenny would only get to eat her once, and she wanted to enjoy every bit of her.
Eventually Jenny leaned back against the lockers, swallowing down two twitching mousey feet and mousey tail, a blissful look in her eyes as she rubbed two bulges in her coils (although by now one of them barely moved). Oh it was wonderful! She’d never gotten to eat two delicious mice before! She’d be nearly comatose for days, but it was worth it.
Leaving a window open as a misleading clue, she made her exit out the back door. This time no one interrupted her. She could play the depressed snake now, so sad two of her best friends had been caught by some wild pred. She’d have an excuse to stay at home, until those two bulges were shrunken enough to be hidden by looser clothes. Other rodents would see her and would be impressed how she even cried for mice. They’d want to be her friends, to console her, to cheer her up, and she’d let them of course. One could never have too many friends.
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