And A Fragment Entitled “Snake Bet”

I bet a few of you might like this. Yes, like ALL of these, I do need to finish it. Yes. Fuck. But I will. Promise.

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Tara wasn’t sure what woke her up- she didn’t even remember falling asleep in the deck chair. Her magazine was fallen somewhere and her can of beer- well, shit, it had fallen over and drained entirely. Luckily she had four other cans sitting next to the fallen one.

“I could eat you,” it said, emphasis on the ‘could’, and it sounded more like it was trying to convince the speaker than her. But who was- she couldn’t see anyone at all near her. She leaned up on an elbow, heavy breasts rolling to her side, and looked. But only when the voice spoke again did she finally locate the speaker.

The leaf-green snake coiled in the grass next to her chair couldn’t have been more than seven, maybe even eight, inches long, barely half an inch from side to side. It’s head wasn’t much bigger than the last joint on her thumb and it was just staring at her and occasionally actually talking. Tiny scales like little green diamonds shimmering beautifully.

“Well, first off,” she said with a smile. “Why would you want to eat me?” She scratched idly at the straps of her bikini top- worn only for legality, she preferred nudity- as the thin black material dug into her shoulders. Even small as it was, tiny triangles that barely covered her nipples and stayed on more by magic than anything else as her full, very large breasts rolled and jiggled and bounced at the slightest provocation, it was irritating against her delicate skin. Her bikini bottom was as miniscule- barely enough material to cover her vulva, let alone any hair-growing skin around it. This forced her to keep herself clean shaven between her legs, although she hardly found it a chore to spend time grooming herself down there.

“Well, you are prey,” said the snake and it sounded as if he were smiling as he spoke, as if he were speaking to a child that had forgotten something obvious. “Prey is for eating.”

“And why am I prey, and not a mouse or something?” Rather than frightening, the conversation, and indeed the entire situation, she found amusing. She reached over to one of the sun-warmed cans of beer (sure to taste rather loathsome), popped it open and drank half of it. It was rather awful, but the taste of weak alcohol was soothing at the same time.

“Well, you are a woman,” said the snake, then it paused a moment and dipped it’s head. “I mean, right? You are a woman?”

Tara laughed, then reached down and hefted a very heavy breast with one hand. It was warm and soft in her hand and she felt her nipple starting to harden with a tingle. “Oh yes,” she said. “Two of these and a hole between my legs makes me a woman, yes.” She looked at the snake through her sunglasses, her auburn tresses about her shoulders and laying in ringlets against the deck chair.

The snake lifted its head and spoke triumphantly. “There, see? That makes you prey, and I could eat you if I wanted to. I bet I could.”

“You are so cute,” said Tara with a smile, lifting her arm and tapping the snake on the nose with one long finger. She drained the warm can of beer- it didn’t taste as bad as she thought it had at first- then reached back and popped another one. The thought of the snake calling her prey and wanting to eat her made her smile. Prey indeed.

“Cute?” said the snake, sounding extremely offended. “I am not cute! I am ferocious!” He lifted his head, raised his nose, then pushed his head forward, eyes shut tight, and hissed at Tara. The entire effect was so ridiculous that Tara had to fight to keep from laughing outright. As it was she couldn’t keep from giggling and the tiny snake just wilted, nose down, eyes still shut.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” said Tara, quickly reaching over to put her hand on the snake’s head. “You are ferocious, you really are! I’ve just- it’s the beer I’ve been drinking. It makes me silly. You are very ferocious and I would be terrified if I hadn’t been drinking.”

“Really?” asked the little snake, poking his nose and eyes from under her hand to look up at her. “You mean it?”

“I do,” said Tara. She drank the rest of the can, popping open another. She’d have to pee soon at this rate. Her chest was getting a little sore, too, from her breasts rolling right to left to right as she grabbed her beers, the great pillows of flesh hanging heavily from her ribcage. Bras sucked, but they kept her breasts under a little more control than this. Still, she preferred letting them hang and swing free to actually wearing clothing. “You are a scary snake and I bet you could eat me if you wanted to.”

The little snake’s face lit up, coal black eyes shiny and bright. When he spoke again, it seemed he was giving himself a pep talk more than trying to “scare” her. “I am a scary snake,” he said, slowly. “I am a ferocious scary snake, and I’m hungry.”

She smiled again, drinking from her can. Amazing how warm beer, while not good, could be drank so easily. Her fourth and final can was waiting for her. She finished the one in her hand, and popped the last. She’d be peeing soon, and peeing a lot, with these beers in her so fast. She just rented beer when she drank it, giving it back to the earth soon after.

“She’s prey, I’m hungry, and I bet I could eat her, eat her all up. Swallow her whole, all of her, then digest her alive! Yes! I’m going to do it!”

After draining half the can while listening to the snake’s plans for her, she leaned downward some, very heavy breasts dangling off the edge of the deck chair and wobbling gently.

“Okay, you, if you’re going to just eat me all up and digest me alive, is there anything I need to do here, or is it all you?”

The little snake blinked several times after she spoke, focusing on her again. He quickly uncoiled his eight inch little body, slithered in a tight circle, then coiled up again. His head and neck remained upright, three inches above the short cut grass. “I, well, oh my. Well, uh, if I am going to actually just eat you up, then- can you get off the chair and maybe lay in the grass? I can’t quite reach up to the chair and get you, and…” He trailed off, both embarrassed at his sudden remembrance of size and inability to even get up on a deck chair.

“You’re not just doing this because you feel sorry for me, are you,” he asked, head drooping a little. “I mean, I can eat you, I know I can.”

“I know you can,” said Tara. Why am I playing with this little snake, she asked herself. After all, there really was no way this snake could eat her, he was just a tiny grass snake. And if he could eat her, there would be no way on God’s green earth she would even play around with him. She’d leave fast, probably run, and go find someone to come kill the little bastard.

Tara didn’t want to die in any way, let alone being eaten all up and digested alive. And while it was fun talking to the little snake it was completely obvious he looked at her and saw nothing more than food. Really big food he had no hope of actually finishing, but just a meal nonetheless. Not exactly flattering. She didn’t mind being treated as just a sex object, or having most men (and some women) want her just for her body. But they weren’t planning on just swallowing her whole.

Lying on her side in the deck chair, bladder starting to fill, breasts hanging unsupported and huge, the sun warm on her skin and the empty beer can in her hand she could feel the whole game hanging in a cusp. She wasn’t a violent person and hated hurting things, but she could very easily just kill the little snake. While not scary in itself, it was an aberration- snakes didn’t talk. Under all her playing, she felt a thrill of things being wrong as the snake spoke to her. She should just kill the little bastard. She could easily snap the little snake’s spine in a million places, roll it up like fabric in her hands, tear it into pieces with her fingernails. She could even eat the bloody pieces of snake should she feel herself losing control and becoming more jungle woman than civilized bikini wearer.

Obviously the snake didn’t realize it’s sudden danger as it lay coiled there, whispering “Oh please, oh please,” with it’s eyes shut.

But on the other hand…

What was the danger? It was a sunny afternoon. The snake was very small, she wasn’t in any actual danger. And if there were suddenly danger, if things suddenly and bizarrely became life threatening, she had a cell phone next to the chair. Assuming she somehow couldn’t just get up and walk or run away. He seemed like such a nice little guy too.

The die rolled, a card was drawn and fate was determined. Life is a series of choices.

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Anne