It Will Be A While

Rudy started feeling awful around last Thursday-  well, awfuller than usual, he never feels good- and on Friday he really started to get bad, He was stroking out, so I took him to the hospital. He’s okay, he’s stable. He can walk, but he can’t talk well at all. He talks like “Me- just want- say- me- love you.” And you can read the frustration on his face.

I knew it was going to be a battlefield on  the health front when we got married, I just didn’t realise the enemy was going to pound us so quickly and so hard.

anne

This Fragment Is Very Silly And Very… Good

but as of yet, it too remains unfinished. I hopeyou will still read it, so that when I am done with it, you will be glad 🙂

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“As you can see,” said the doctor. “There is nothing technically wrong with her, she is just dying. We are not sure why.”

I couldn’t believe it. Once again, the doctors in this town were being proven to be absolute idiots.

“Doc,” I said. “Maybe it’s because she’s being eaten by a snake.”

And she was. It wasn’t far- the snake had only swallowed her feet down into it’s throat, and it’s nose and lower jaw were at her knees. The snake itself was a thirty foot long lime green reticulated python- quite a beautiful beast, actually, and I would have admired it much more were it not for the fact that it was eating my girlfriend alive. From side to side the animal was only six inches, a very thin python and that might have explained why it was eating her and not some animal or other meal. You could see Kathy’s legs and feet clearly through the muscles of the snake’s throat, it was almost as if she were wearing a coat of snake colored paint on her legs from the knee down. Only it wasn’t paint, it was a snake that was going to digest her alive in only an hour or so if we couldn’t get it loose.

Kathy was taking the whole thing rather easily, I thought. “Sandy,” she said, and held my hand. Her green eyes were intent behind the black frame glasses she wore.”Relax. We’ll figure this out. It might be my time to go if we can’t figure out why I am so sick.”

“It seems rather obvious to me-” I said, but was interrupted by the doctor.

“We’re going to run a few tests,” said the doctor. “Get some bloodwork done. I think we’re going to admit her until we can figure out what’s happening here.”

I watched as the body of the snake bulked upward a little, toward the neck of the creature, then it’s mouth slid upward Kathy’s naked legs. The scales creaked a little as it swallowed Kathy a little more, like it was made of old leather.

It wasn’t just Kathy’s legs that were nude- her entire body was as well. She likes to please me, and it pleases me to have her nude when she is in our home. She was a small young woman, just eighteen to my older twenty four. My skin is darker, more olive toned, and where I am more top heavy, a full double d cup, she has smaller, much perkier breasts. I am almost afraid to trim myself between my legs, preferring a much hairier look- Kathy keeps herself as hair free as the day she was born. And as Kathy lay naked on the e.r. Room hospital bed, the snake swallowed her into his throat another inch – it’s nose inching closer to Kathy’s waist.

“I think I know what’s going on, Kathy,” I said. “A snake is eating you.”

“It does seem that way,” she said, tapping the snake between the eyes with one finger. “But we need to make sure.” The snake’s lips were slowly inching their way up her thighs, sending her legs deeper into the wet, tight throat of the beast. If I couldn’t make everyone around me see reality, and soon, that snake would have all of her inside it’s stomach, and would begin digesting her alive.

“After all,” she said. “What if we treat me for being eaten alive by a snake, and I actually have diabetes or some such. I would hate to be treated for being eaten by a snake and end up having a heart attack because of untreated blood pressure problems.” The snake that was swallowing her alive took her deeper into it’s throat with another swallow.

“I want you to follow along with me for a minute, Kathy, while the doctor is gone and you can listen to me,” I said. I put my hand on her bare thigh, warm skin against my hand. Only six inches of unswallowed leg remained, her beautiful bald pussy so close to my fingers. If I couldn’t talk some sense into her or any of the others, soon it’s wonderful folds and tight, sweet hole would be in the snake mouth, then swallowed away and digested.

I traced my hand down the body of the snake, past the edge of lip around her thighs.

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I like this one a lot 🙂

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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Hopefully this will bring my page views back up to more than just 17 a day 🙂

Anne

Here’s Another Fraggie

When I read a story by Akyana (seriously have to love the internet- where else can you go by a nickname and be taken “serious” 🙂 )I was seriously impressed. I will be posting her stories on my site. But I was SO impressed that I stole some ideras of hers to work on this fraggie 🙂  I DO want to do something with these ideas – could rule 🙂

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“When your people contacted us-” he said, typing quickly on the keypad as the monitor flickered through differing displays. His bulging belly made it only slightly harder to type, getting in the way only a little. The building shook again, like a series of growing earthquakes.

“Your government contacted us, you were desperate,” she said in mild protest. The growing thundering shakes of the building frightened her, but the buildings were constructed to withstand massive earthquakes- and she had been in this building through some very horrifying earthquakes and never even lost a drinking glass.

“Details,” he said with a shrug. “Anyway, as you can see, before contact, there were over ten billion human beings on the face of your planet.”

“I’ve read about that,” she said. Her face was tight with fright and stress.

“But then we came and started eating you,” he said, and she shuddered. “As you can see,” and the screen display flickered again. “There are now less than four billion human beings left. The ideal population level was set at six billion, but we’re all really hungry…” He smiled again, eyes closed. The bulge in his stomach writhed again, the woman inside him still alive- she would still live, trapped in his stomach, until he started digesting her- something that didn’t usually start until twelve or so hours after he swallowed a woman whole and alive. “If we did decide to just eat all of you and take the planet as ours, there doesn’t seem to be anything you could do about it.”

The shuddering outside suddenly resolved itself to be a giant anthro, fully one hundred feet tall, crashing into view through the picture window. It’s belly was swollen hugely, stuffed tightly with hundreds of swallowed women. The creature, a giant lizard/human anthro, was staggering from the concentrated weapons fire from the human soldiers surrounding it. Some of the soldiers were in the air, flying like human insects, firing their weapons into the ears and eyes of the mortally wounded anthro.

Sara and Steve moved together, forgetting their differing species, both of them terrified by the gigantic creature outside the window as it staggered down the street. Beings like this were a menace to human and anthro alike, eating both with abandon. Steve had never actually seen a macro anthro being taken down by human beings, always having believed that to be a myth. Humans couldn’t do something like that, and he held that belief close to him like a religion.

Finally, with a horrifying crash, the lizard being died on it’s feet- it stopped walking, it’s giant flailing limbs falling limply to it’s side. Then, like a building falling in on itself, it toppled where it stood- it’s head crashing to the ground as it’s knees impacted, and the whole body falling to it’s side against the buildings around it. Falling glass glittered in the air like daystars.

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Outside, one of the soldiers flew down and landed next to her sergeant.

“What do we do now?” she asked.

“Well, we wait until word comes down about what to do with the corpse.” They both looked at the corpse where it lay.

“Should we open it up, maybe see if there’s anyone still alive in the stomach?” asked the flyer.

“Nah,” said the sergeant. “We don’t do anything without orders.”

“I bet a lot of women in that belly are still alive,” she said.

“I bet most of them are,” said the sergeant without a hesitation. “And if orders come in fast enough, I bet a few of them will still be alive when we get it cut open. But we don’t move without orders.”

They both shuffled their feet for a few seconds. “I still think-”

“Don’t think, it hurts. We don’t do a thing without orders. The last team that opened an anthro isn’t even in the military any more- the ones that are still alive, that is.”

“Those women in there-”

“I know. Even though the brain is dead, the body will still live for an hour or two. Anyone in the stomach and intestines of that thing will be digested over the next two hours- the ones that haven’t suffocated. But again, we don’t touch that thing until orders come down.”

“Ok,” she said.

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Steve was still silent as Sara moved to the window to watch.

“I guess we can fight back some,” she said.

“I- yeah, I guess you can,” he said, slowly. From what they had seen, it was obvious that, should they wish, the humans could fight back- could probably rid the planet of every anthro in time. That put a different point in his personal worldview and he didn’t like it.

I Am Wanting To Get Some Fragments Published

or they may never see the light of day and that would be sad.

So here is one idea I was working on:

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“Oh my god,” she sputtered as she stood, slime and other fluids dripping from her body. “Oh my god. You can’t do this to people. You can’t do this to me,” she yelled.  She was a five and a half foot tall young blond woman, rather excessively top heavy.

She had just crawled back up the fourteen feet of tight snake throat. Somehow she had pushed herself through the stomach sphincter and crawled back up to safety, still drenched in stomach acids which were slowly dissolving her hair and thicker skin deposits. The hair between her legs was already gone, what little there had been of it, and her skin beginning to become a bright pink.

Andy, the thirty long talking anaconda, had felt her climbing back up his throat and had let her do so. It was the first time a swallowed woman had managed to do so, and he was curious to see what would become of it. After all, he had seen her walking by the side of the road. He had knocked her down, coiled her, writhed around her to strip off what little clothing she had been wearing and then, ignoring her terrified screams, had swallowed her whole and alive. When she had reached his stomach, she had been a very satisfying meal and he had looked forward to digesting her alive over a period of twenty four to forty eight hours – through most of which she would remain alive.

“Well, I had just done that to you,” he replied reasonably. “I had eaten you up.”

She was clutching her gigantic breasts to herself, hiding the high nipples away in a small attempt to maintain some dignity. She made no attempt to hide between her legs. “No,” she yelled. “I’m a person, I’m a woman, I’m a human being,” she stuttered. “I’m not food! I’m a person!”

“Well, no,” he said, still quietly and calmly against her building hysteria. “You are food, so I swallowed you alive. If you didn’t have a uterus you wouldn’t be on the menu.” He was edging closer to her again, pushing her slowly back to the growling line of cars that were going by on either side of the road. They weren’t stopping. Any and all of the drivers had seen some woman or another being eaten alive by some animal or creature by the roadside, it didnt’t even register any more. In the last month when there had been a rash of women being swallowed alive by goats, not a single driver could remember seeing such a thing happen, even when they had had to carefully drive through herds of goats harrassing and eating entire crowds of panicked women who were desperately trying to escape their terrible fate.

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Fraggie one, written in Notepad and saved. I have to work on this one a lot. It has potential.

Anne