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...the forest floor was forming a wide flat surface as Mokadu trekked through it. This offbeat path was hidden in the shadow of the great trees above him, leaving him with a sense of privacy rarely found the wild. Consumed in his daydreaming, mind of the small framed rabbit failed to notice the lack of noises usually accompanying deeply forested areas, the chirping of birds, occasional rustle in the green, even the wind in the leaves died out as he progressed deeper.

Suddenly, something felt wrong, as if a large object instantly and silently appeared behind him. The fur on his neck stood upright and his right ear perked up and he froze, trying to distinguish the source of the strange feeling.

After a few seconds of deafening silence, a breathtakingly loud [i]hiss[/i] split the cold fragile tranquility around him.

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Jajuka was trailing him for the past minute, stealthily moving across the tree branches. The giant snake rarely encountered prey wandering into his usual hunting grounds willingly, those being located deep in the forest and unsurprisingly void of mammals, more often having to venture out and find something less slippery than a rabbit, the nature's sprinter – perhaps another predator who felt no need to hide themselves and made perfect game for the one always ranked higher on the food chain.
This rare occasion warranted guile and finesse – the limber mammal had to be subdued quickly; the python's dominance had to be displayed overwhelmingly, intimidating and freezing the preything in terror, making his limbs tremble and his mind malleable. As the first move, he stealthily lowered himself in striking position right behind the bunny and after a moment to compose his attack, the exhaled loudly to freeze his catch in fear.

A swing around the rabbit pressed the loop of the giant snake's body across his torso, preventing him from running away as his instincts were about to order him. The serpent immediately pressed the lips of his massive head into the bunny's ear and hissed clearly "S-s-submit..."

Mumbling in fear, Moka tried to move the coil in front of him with a trembling hand already half-expecting it to have no effect on the huge reptile embracing his body. Pushing the python away was as impossible as pushing back a falling tree – or a constrictor coiling his prey. On top of his useless struggle, the predator hissed into his ear: "Do not resis-s-st me...", further terrifying the bunny, making him feel more helpless still. Stumbling back, praying for something, anything, the rabbit layed his back onto a soft wall that was not there a moment ago – Jajuka's body descending from the tree blocking his only escape route.

Aiming to further distract the bunny from escape or resistance, the python leaned closer and licked the side of his face with his large salivating tongue while lowering himself from above, readying to constrict his prey. Feeling his cheek becoming slathered in warm saliva, Mokadu tried to recoil again, pressing his back into the unyielding scales behind him, trying to turn his head away from the soft thick tongue caressing his face and slickening his fur. "Let me clos-s-se" whispered the giant serpent, causing the rabbit to shake in fear harder than any scream or roar would, as the endless scalebound body started pouring down from above, quickly and quietly despite the massive weight, laying coils on Mokadu's shivering breast and shoulders, pinning his shaking arms to his chest, the mass of the python forcing stillness and submission.

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He felt the coils grasping his body with mortifying power, loop after loop, seizing his neck firmly and forcing his face upward, his terrified eyes gazing into the trees above from where his nightmare came, the python's coils progressing downward slowly and deliberately encasing his torso and supporting his weight, another loop around legs lifting them off the ground, denying him any footing, suspending him inside a tower of collapsing muscle. He felt the last coil of the giant snake's body squeeze his feet together and lay below as the serpent now rested everywhere around him, a tomb of strength standing on the forest ground which seemed so distant now.

Every new breath was coming in harder, Jajuka squeezing the rabbit's chest with calculated movement every time he exhaled; every attempt at motion was met with increased pressure on the limb he tried to move. Grasped by fear, Moka held still, too afraid to even try and breath in too deeply, hoping to take air in gulps small enough for the monstrous snake not to notice and to hold his terrifying advance.
The python's massive head moved into his vision, whispering into his ear, moving the fur on his head with his humid odorless breath: "Feel my body embrac-c-ce you... Feel the strength-h-h..."

The coils around him, thick as fallen logs, were holding unyieldingly; he could twitch if he tried, the scales of the python's body were soft to the touch, moving around on top if his skin. But twitching was the only option, the powerful muscles binding him with no remorse, the cold-blooded predator's embrace squeezing harder with every second, the unbelievably heavy bulk bearing down on him like a force of nature.
Rabbit's eyes started rolling back, the serpent srtengthening his fearsome grasp, strangling the bunny's neck, forcing his mouth open, pulsating noise inside his head growing stronger together with the constricting pressure encasing his body. Moka tried begging again, the only hope for survival being the predator's mercy, when he realized there was so little air in his lungs he could not even wheeze. His terror escalated, in desperation he gave Jajuka a pleading look, hoping for just a single gulp of air, a moment of freedom - only to be met with a calm gaze of amusement and patience from the giant python.

His sole chance being someone, something, happening across this scene and helping him, the hope for freedom fading with every second, the bunny held still, his lungs aching for breath, taking in the boundless power holding him as the serpent wished. It this moment of hopelessness his body would be quaking with despair if he could just move a single finger.

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Jajuka repositioned his head above the bunny to look his prey-thing in the eye and as if reading his mind, he taunted in the slow, intimidating voice of his: "Nobody is here for you except me, my little soft rabbit. Listen to the stillness of the forest. The predator came and now he has his prey. No living thing will dare approach us now."

The realisation of that truth was the last drop of fear; the feeling of loneliness stirring his terror into blind panic, Moka completely lost control of his thoughts, basic instinct taking over, thrashing his body, tensing every single muscle to fight the massive snake holding his life in those merciless coils. But nothing happened, not a scale moved as he exerted his body over and over, pushing and squirming, the serpent giving not a hint of freedom to his fresh catch. Animalistic panic was the only thing in his mind and intense heartbeat with noise of blood rushing was the only thing in his ears for a while, until the python's voice stopped him frozen, with a soft, quiet chuckle: "Heh-heh... your s-s-struggle is not even visible..."

The green crushing coffin made another ruthless advance, compressing Moka's body, slowing the blood flow to his brain, pressing on his lungs so hard he felt as if he didn't even have them anymore. Breath was forbidden to him twice over: the immense pressure on his ribs not simply stopping him from breathing in, but denying even the attempt to – he felt his weak lungs try to expand only to be stayed by the pinning strength of the tautening embrace; his neck was strangled with the enormous power treading on from all around, assuring his asphyxiation would not lift even if his chest were released.
Another squeeze of his torso was unbearable, the body of the serpent flexing, his belly scales moving closer together as if intending to meet in the middle no matter what was in the way. The rabbit's struggle was nothing but weak twitches now, his body overexerted by fruitless resistance, mind starved of oxygen for too long. His eyes rolled back harder, tip of the tongue lolling from his ajar mouth held from opening wide by the massive body around his neck; trying to slump his head to the side as his strength was failing, he only got the serpent to hold his face tighter, preventing any movement at all, conscious or otherwise. He felt the coils around him squeeze harder than he thought possible, the world around turning darker and the heartbeat in his ears slowing down. As darkness crept in from the edges of his vision, the last thing he saw was the hungrily flicking wet black tongue of the predator, his captor's head looming over him, watching, waiting for his prey to resign his resistance and finally accept the python's will.

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The next sensation Mokadu felt was pressure around himself, but unlike the merciless grip from earlier, this one was only restraining, going in a loop around his body, supporting his head and cradling him lying down on the ground. No, not the ground - another part of the massive scaly body was under him, denying him any footing again.

Before he could focus his vision or wonder how did he survive what felt like certain end, there was suddenly humid warmth and pressure on top of his head, as if a warm damp beanbag was lowered on top of him. A low humming noise then emanated from above and he realized that his head was now inside the giant snake's maw, the python tasting him, the thick black tongue covering the side of his face, the cavernous mouth enveloping his face. He felt the serpent's tongue curl under his chin, gently lifting his head higher and letting the scaly lime-colored lips press his face into the loop of the body around him. He tried to raise his hand shakily, still weak from the constriction of the thick coils from before, landing his fingertips on the python's lower jaw for no particular reason – the weight of the giant snake's head alone was too much to move it away and python was actively pressing his mouth forward, rendering any attempt at resistance pointless.

The python's humming halted as he used his tongue to turn the rabbit's face forward and continued his feast of flavours as he pressed his lips over the bunny's head, blocking his vision, the thick black tongue smothering his nose and mouth, denying him breath once again. His heavy body mounted Moka, provoking a fearful twitch as the great mass was lowered on his chest again, restricting his breath with the weight alone. Serpent's body, soft and relaxed for now, easily covered the rabbit's frame hiding him inside the coils again – constriction or not, Jajuka was making clear that the bunny is not going anywhere but closer to him. The savouring proceeded as the python kept enjoying the flavour of his prey, crooning over the taste of fear and the scent of the weak warm body and caressing Moka with his tongue, stroking and kneading his face over and over.

The soft interior of his maw and dampness of the tongue surrounded the rabbit's head, forbidding any breath or sight as he tried to turn to one side or another for air, his struggles only provoking more delighted murmurs from the massive python atop him and small movements of the tongue turning him back forward, forcing him to gaze into the darkness of the huge salivating maw. Bunny's limbs, still weakened and sore from the exertion earlier and ruthless constriction of the giant snake proved useless as he weakly scrambled his feet only to be pressed down by the immense burden of the python's body on his chest; shakily tried to push away the smothering kiss of the serpent only to be completely ignored, the powerful muscles under the scales staying relentless, and the massive head pressing closer still, enveloping his face in the pillowy mounds of the maw muscles, further prolonging the horrendous intimacy with the hungering predator.

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Finally, after a full minute of tasting the adrenaline-soaked fur and enjoying the weakness of his squirming rabbit, the python parted his lips, releasing his mouth from Moka's face. Momentarily holding his head still, he gave the dizzy rabbit a good look inside the darkness of his mouth and exhaled, warming his face with a gust of humid breath. His heavy head planted on top of the gasping rabbit's torso, fully covering it from above, a loop of the great snake's body pressed gently around the rabbit surrounding him from the sides, pressing his legs close together and the tail staying under him, holding him from making contact with the ground.

Mokadu panted and moaned after another bout of asphyxiation the predator forced on him, his eyes wandering dizzily, looking up and seeing dark thick crowns of the trees above but unable to see anything to his side, the lime belly scales of the serpent encasing him deeper, covering his body; a moment of peace and some sweet deep breaths cleared his mind, allowing him to slowly focus on the scaly lips laying on his chest in front of him and the huge intimidating eyes behind them. As he made eye contact with Jajuka, the serpent glared back and lifted his heavy head, bringing his mouth closer again, whispering: "Look at me, bunny." Mokadu could do nothing else, the python's head raising above him, the body behind it snaking along like a creek, bending as if preparing for a strike. The heavy jaw moved as another whisper left the massive lips: "Look at my body. Sense how heavy it feels, pressing on you legs and your chest, simply lying around you."

Warm breath of the python washing over him, Mokadu's hands trembled, instinctively trying to block his face, to hide and look smaller. All he could watch was the python's mouth above him moving slowly and deliberately, but his body was free to sense the large scales around him, the thick loop of the body holding him, powerful muscles leisurely squeezing his hips and shoulders as if giving massage to his weakened limbs. The giant snake now felt even bigger, his body laying next to the rabbit's, allowing the prey to fully take in the size of the predator looming just above him, whispering to him, playing with him.

A realization came: the snake is not going to play forever. He was caught by a predator far more powerful than him and he will now be eaten. The body he was thinking about now is going to be his final resting place and it doesn't even seem that the python with give him the mercy of unconsciousness before swallowing him – he could've stopped his breath twice already, but chose not to. As he vividly imagined himself within this terrifying huge body, struggling to get out in darkness, the strength that now holds him still pushing him deeper and deeper in, panic started to grasp him again, thumping heartbeat flooding his mind, his body trembling.
It was then that he noticed the giant python's maw in front of him opening again, giving him a mortifying view of the entrance to the rest of his life as another waft of scentless steamy breath emanated from the bottomless mouth along with a whisper: "When I swallow you, you will not even make a bulge..."

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As Moka was losing himself to the fear, the serpent's body around him squeezed, fixating his shoulders and bringing his head higher up. Jajuka's jaws closed slowly and his eyes came into view, now fully opened and glaring at the rabbit.

Bunny looked up and suddenly the snake's gaze occupied his whole world, the intense stare blocking out everything around him. Swirls emanated from the python's eyes, full of colour that seemed to envelop his vision, escaping him the moment he tried to focus on it, making him dizzy and drowsy despite the blinding terror he felt a moment ago. The python's presence seemed to grow, making his dominating position more fearsome, making the rabbit feel even smaller than he did; every time Moka tried to break eye contact, his eyes seemed to fall onto the giant colourful orbs again, wherever he tried to look, every time he looked back into those eyes; he felt a pressure inside his head grow making it harder and harder to think, a warm sensation entering his eyes, heating his face and making it harder to evade python's infectious gaze.

Rabbit heard words coming from all around him: "LOOK INTO MY EYES LITTLE ONE". The command seemed incontestable, the notion of disobeying – unthinkable. Staring unwaveringly into the python's hypnotic gaze, Moka was slowly losing the feeling of his body, the world around him shrinking into the affixing view before him, the giant snake's eyes looking past his pupils and into his malleable scared mind, the streams of liquid colour flooding in and blocking all of his senses, his fear, fatigue and soreness wiped clean, his chaotic thoughts, wishes and desires melting away. As his mind grew blanker and emptier, in a moment of peace enveloped in the python's will, he felt a thought forming in front of his mind, clouding all else: "DO NOT TRY TO ESCAPE".

He perceived the forest around him, the shadow of the tree he was in, to be the place of retreat; there was nowhere to run, this here was the only location he could be at all. The snake around him was here too, but there was nothing he could do – this was the sole place he could reside in, terrible predators or no. Where he was going or where he was coming from was a long forgotten memory, this forest and this spot was the destination of his, the world didn't exist outside of here and the idea of going anywhere else now was obviously bizarre and nonsensical.

The python brought his head closer to the bunny, maximizing the power of his command, pressing his nose into Moka's chest. His eyes were now above the rabbit's, closer than they've ever been. Bunny's body was still shaking from the adrenaline flooding him; he raised his arms blindly, placing his hands on snake's face. Between the pressure still cradling the bunny's frame and squeezing his legs and now the burden of the serpent's heavy head on his chest, he mumbled, a part of his unconscious mind still clinging to reality and its hopelessness: "Oh m-my god-..." Giant python, amused by the cute little hug of his nose and this helpless vocalization, taunted "YES-S-S?", his warm breath washing over his prey's abdomen and his dominating gaze causing blood to rush into Moka's head, heating his face; at this point, the snake's will was everything in rabbit's mind and the massive scalebound body was his entire world. Jajuka was a god made flesh to the trembling and weak little bunny.

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Python's head retreated towards Moka's feet as rabbit's head slumped around, his mind empty and all sensations muffled behind the thick fog of hypnosis the serpent poured into his eyes. As in a dream, he felt a scaly tail emerge from underneath his waist and lazily coil around his thighs and then ankles, squeezing them together tightly and lifting his feet higher. Puzzled, he put his palms at the thick tail binding his legs until he heard a familiar voice enunciating slowly: "Now, come to me". He looked further beyond his legs and saw the python's mouth opening carefully and sliding over his feet.

The feeling of soft moist flesh around his tired feet brought him into reality: the giant snake was now eating him. The tail coiling his feet unwounded and slipped out of the serpent's mouth only to quickly bind his wrists together and bring them closer to his face. The python's mouth progressed further, enveloping his thighs and waist smoothly and effortlessly as the helpless rabbit attempted to haphazardly scramble back, his feet only pushing deeper into the slippery mouth of the serpent and his shoulders pressing against the loop of the snake's body still cradling him.

Wrapped in fear, his legs and waist disappearing into the predator's bottomless mouth, his hands tightly bound together by the scaly coil of his captor's tail, he started surrendering to the panic once again, panting and whimpering as the notion of escape crossed his mind- and was immediately suppressed. There was no place to run for him, no point trying to get out of here, out of the snake's mouth – scared or not, this is where he were to stay, whatever happens. No place else was even an option.

He felt the gullet of the predator collapse around his feet, grasping him deep inside of the soft cavern that was encroaching on his chest. Once the python got hold of his feet in this fashion, he opened his mouth wider and slowly lifted the shaking bunny higher, pressing his thick tongue against his back, allowing him a clear view of his salivating palate, glistening pillows of flesh rising above him, occasional drops falling down, smearing his fur and smoothing his features. Looking downward, Moka froze in fear: this is what was about to consume him, the wet pink walls of the predator's gullet and mouth rising around him and supporting his weight from below, pulling and squeezing his feet deeper inside of the giant snake's body.

As he stated to slowly slide deeper in, pushed gently by the large wet tongue behind him, he squirmed on his soft slippery seat, trying to prevent the downward descent into darkness – the thought of escape was forbidden, but the idea of resistance was instinctual, unwillingness to be eaten still present. He heard the python emit a quiet noise, as if he was saying "ah" before gulping down a morsel, making the entrance to his oesophagus widen, and warm wet air wash over his prey's features, making Moka squirm harder trying to stay in place. He was still not trying to escape the giant snake, but the idea of being inside a predator's mouth, however terrifying, was much more acceptable than the option of slipping deeper in.

Sensing his rabbit's reluctance to slide into his new home, Jajuka seemingly decided to humour the notion of staying in his mouth and with a soft "Omph" he pressed his jaws together, forcing bunny horizontally between the saliva-covered muscles, his head smothered by the giant lips. Feeling his body fully encased inside the giant snake, squeezed gently between the pillowy mounds of the huge mouth made rabbit whimper in fear as his head was poking out of the huge mouth, looking upwards with a terrified gaze. Soft chuckling emanated from all around Moka's body, the snake amused both by his helpless whimpering and his comical position.

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Leisurely, the giant python lifted his nose, inclining Moka's slippery soft bed inwards, making him slide slowly but inevitably toward the snake's gullet. Slow swallowing motions brought the rabbit inside as his feet pushed uncertainly against the lubricious walls parting before him, finding no purchase. The snake's tail still wrapped around the rabbit's wrists, he stretched out, his hips squeezed inside the patient pillowy maw, his arms held by the snake above and behind his head, pressed strongly together, as if reassuring him he would not be dropped in, giving him a shred of hope to grasp for.

A low gentle voice sounded from all around him: "Don't worry little morsel, I got you. I could pull you out at a-a-any moment and then you could leave this place. Tell me, would you like to leave now?" The simple question made the fog within Moka's mind thicken, the influence of the predator's hypnosis strengthening against his instinct to escape and run for his life; even given the chance, he couldn't actually run away from here, that much he knew for certain, even if he tried he'd just come back to this place and the python would be waiting. But the burning desire to fight back and not become food was just as strong, the gently collapsing walls of flesh and the endless fall under his saliva-slathered feet awakening a burning desire to get out and run .

Between this storm of fear, instinct and hypnotic command so easily stirred by the cruel python, Moka couldn't come up with any response, his face distorting with anguish, the snake's taunting offer of freedom waning away with every moment of his snail-paced descent into the smothering darkness below, his stomach and chest now hidden from his sight in the soft warm gullet ahead.

Soon Moka's hips reached what felt like the entrance to the snake's oesophagus, he squeezing around his thighs constant and unwavering, unlike the downy grasp by the muscles further below of above and around his torso. It felt like a doorway, a point of no return after which only darkness and the endless kneading descent waited. Despite trying his hardest to not progress any further, squirming his body and pushing with his legs below, gravity worked against him; within seconds, the ring of muscles marking the real entrance into the python's body slowly accepted his hips. Suddenly, he felt his body not being pushed through the gullet, but hanging inside of it, the serpent's grasp on his wrists holding his from descending any deeper. Tears blurred what little of his vision was of use, his fingers trying desperately to grab the tail holding his life; scary as it was to grasp the snake like that, he felt it was not long before the serpent will release him to fall down and down into the endless abyss for the rest of his life.

The python repositioned his tail, evading the weakly scrambling fingers of the doomed bunny still poking out of his maw. Toying with his prey's fears and helplessness, he said quietly, knowing full well the rabbit inside of him will hear his voice: "Hold on now~ You're getting slippery, I can't keep you still for much longer", as he started to slowly shift his tail from holding rabbit's wrists to coiling around and squeezing his hands and fingers, denying the grasp which he asked of the bunny.

Slowly sliding deeper into the unknown, Moka felt the soft walls around compress his body stronger with each passing second, pulling his legs down, pushing his torso relentlessly, gently accepting his head now and pressing against his face. He felt the python's body hunger for him, mechanical motions of the oesophagus growing more restless, the snake's will to prolong the feeding losing to his instincts to swallow and consume. The tip of the serpent's tail still holding his very fingers, he gazed upward beggingly, looking with hopelessness at the tiny shred of light from the outside leaking between the folds of the voracious serpent's mouth, and between his arms locked above him.

At last, the snake's tail simply released him, freeing his sweating fingers to spread out in the warm humid air of the snake's maw, clawing uselessly at the smooth mounds surrounding him.

"Oops" – said Jajuka casually, as if he did not just swallow anyone alive, sealing his lips and closing his eyes, concentrating on the sensation of the warm trembling body sliding deeper into his throat.

Bulging his eyes in helpless terror, gazing deep into the wet nothingness enveloping him like a live blanket, Moka clawed above and pushed below in a desperate attempt to escape the massive body he was sliding deeper into. The only things his panicked struggles accomplished were widening of his path and acceleration of his descent into the pliable, humid, smothering depths.

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The python raised his head higher, making a wave motion with his neck, gently driving the doomed rabbit deeper in. "M-m-m-mh!" - a moan of pleasure reverberated throughout the length of the powerful body, the serpent extracting additional enjoyment out of his thrashing meal, licking his lips and twirling his tail, his eyes closed and his mind focused on the massaging feeling deep inside his gullet: "That warm sensation of live prey sliding deeper... incomparable..." - he mouthed.

Mokadu's body was shaking violently, his mouth open and hyperventilating, wasting the precious little air that remained around him – a part of his mind was telling him to limit his breath and to keep his strength, but the savage fear within his chest was not stayed by it, his helplessness amplified by the predator's voice coming from the soft walls squeezing him and despair enveloping his mind. The slow descent downward – the fall into the python's body, that seemed to be endless when he entered it – halted as his feet briefly found purchase only to be swallowed deeper inside, him coming down and into the bend of the endless gullet, and after a moment of kneading by the sickeningly soft and gentle muscles he was sitting down inside the crook of the snake, his hands fruitlessly pressing the fleshy mound before his face away. In this moment he desperately looked and reached back up, hoping to see that the snake has perhaps shown mercy and opened his mouth to get him out, his shaking hand bolting upward and clawing into the soft tunnel above him; only to see nothingness everywhere, saliva running down the gullet and smearing his face, his fingers digging into the yielding walls, producing no effect rather and a smirk and a small shiver down the python's spine.

This moment of peace lasted not a second as he was relentlessly pulled further past the bend of the great body, the pushing and pulling of the hungering snake surrounding him, the churning and twisting, his now horizontal motion keeping a constant, mechanical pace. The python did not control these muscles driving the rabbit deeper in, it was a mechanical part of his being, one the prey cannot plead to or beg for freedom. The endless tireless motions of the warm slippery folds forced the bunny to put his hands in front of his face as every second another pillow of flesh pressed onto him, denying him breath and tenderizing his muscles – a suffocating massage, while less brutal than the unyielding powerful embrace of the serpent's scales, all the more terrifying in its automaticity, keeping on and on with the reflexive motion. What it is that gullet was pushing and squeezing, made no difference – the body was dragging it deeper and deeper, as prey was meant to, with every second further away from the freedom.

As the longest seconds in his life passed tormentingly slow, Mokadu started to feel the walls around him squeezing harder and harder, the pulling motion getting more violent, if not quick, the bouts of pressure on his head and face leaving him less and less room to breathe. In desperation, he grunted and used what little remained of his strength to try and push the body away from him, shoving his shaking hands upwards. The motion made little difference, the oesophagus stretching and letting his arms push up as the pressure on his head and legs stayed as it were, the plasticity of flesh around him leaving any struggle pointless.

As his meal was making his trembling way further in, the python bent his body, positioning his head above the doomed bunny. He talked quietly to the small bump within him: "Have to love rabbits, so lively", just as Moka pushed a small patch of his scales up with an effort barely noticeable to the eye. This amused the predator as he continued to collect his body in loops around himself, intending to take a nap, his pleased voice saying: "Your squirming feels great, please don't stop", the deep tissue massage his prey was granting him lulling the giant snake into sleep. As rabbit's desperate effort died down and he returned to his hopeless quaking in fear, the python felt disappointed – just there his prey was giving him a bit of entertainment, and now he all burned out? There certainly was more fun to be squeezed out of that warm body, the python thought. "How about a challenge?" - his voice resounded through his coils as he looped his tail over where he felt the squirming warmth of his prey reside. "It appears you do not feel as if I am being a welcoming host, despite inviting you into my own body and giving you a prolonged personal tour". He braced the muscles surrounding the bunny and readied the loop of his tail around him: "You will think the soft embrace of flesh you feel now to be a blessing after this" – and with a sinister chortle he flexed his body and squeezed his tail around Mokadu. A sudden muffled yelp from his prey was silenced as his nose and mouth got squeezed between the violently collapsing walls; this was still nothing compared to the ruthlessly strong constriction from earlier, but it was just as inescapable – the slick flesh of the cruel predator encased his entire body, wherever he tried to turn for a gulp of breath there were the endless pillows of muscle again, his thrashing limbs slowed down and trapped by the omnidirectional embrace. The smothering grasp overtook his whole body, holding him silently as his lungs ached for air. The solid muscle trapping him made him even more dizzy, making him fell weightless, suspended within the endless churning walls holding his mouth and nose closed and his body still. As he finally tore his hand through to his head and lifted a slippery warm fold from his face, the pressure subsided, the python ceasing his cruel game as his gullet kept slowly and methodically kneading the bunny's body, weakening him and pulling him deeper and deeper in.

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The churning of the python's body seemed to have lasted for hours – Moka felt like jelly as this point, his limbs squeezed into a dull stupor by the relentless churning walls, the slimy lining of the gullet had smeared every strand of his fur, getting into his mouth and nose, lubricating his body to the point that he didn't even feel the warmth of the dark soft tunnel he was in, the mechanical waves of pressure equating his body temperature to the snake's. His mind was just as numbed as his muscles, the unwavering shoving of his head and smothering of his face restricting his breathing and the air around him becoming more and more stale, forcing him to pant heavily simply not to collapse. Fighting his desire to give up the pointless struggle and fall asleep, he continued to push the smothering folds away, refused to close his eyes on the fear of never opening them again, even though he could see nothing but darkness for so long.

The python has long stopped moving or observing the bulge make its slow descent, coiled in a great soft pile, his head resting peacefully on top of it. With his eyes closed, Jajuka concentrated on the feeling deep inside himself, the prey's struggle tickling and massaging him weakly as it travelled through. Smiling, he talked to the bunny within him: "Don't give up, little buddy – keep pushing harder." The doomed mammal could barely understand the muffled voice coming from somewhere outside, his eyelids half-closed, his arms weak from the lack of air. He long since stopped trying to push with his feet, the rolling muscles subduing any escape attempt before it could start, holding his legs together in a wet soft embrace, dragging him slowly inward; his arms could only just keep him from getting smothered, pushing the downy rolls of the gullet away barely enough to get another lungful of thick and moist breath – he's been breathing the same air over and over again, depriving it of oxygen, feeling weaker and dizzier with every breath but still clinging to his consciousness, opening his mouth wide and lolling his tongue out, trying not to fall asleep.

Moka's descent seemed to slow down as the soft kneading subsided, still holding his legs tight but leaving some space around his torso. He let his arms fall by his side, his head dropping softly into the pliable wet fold of the predator's body, feeling weightless and helpless, staring into darkness, his mind numb and his body so weak he didn't even tremble. Soon, he felt as if the folds around him started getting closer, pressing softly against him, forcing his elbows into his sides, filling into every crevice, pressing his legs apart into their own long wet sleeves. His mind didn't react for a while, enveloped in the vertigo-inducing blanket of the python's innards, half asleep from the trial of his day, the constriction, the hypnosis, the kneading in the darkness, until one of the folds started to encroach on his face again, closing his eyes. He moved his hand to push it away, but it never stopped, pressing against his palm, small mounds forming between his fingers. He started to panic then – every time before pressure from the gullet came and went as he travelled further down; this time he wasn't moving anywhere and the walls were collapsing on his body with no remorse. He jerked his head up, eyes bulging, pressing his hand upward, trying to stop another fold from falling on him.
A gentle voice reached him: "Thank you, bunny. You were a lot of fun." The past tense in the python's voice indicating the end almost awoke Mokadu from his stupor, but he was weakened beyond desperation now, his mind fuzzy and scattered, smothering of the relentless body descending upon him, holding him still and quiet.

"Time to rest" – he heard the snake announce as wet folds fell on his head again, this time grasping it securely, preventing him from facing away. Pressing his right hand into the body above his head uselessly, the slippery mounds staying still, squeezing through his fingers, he wormed his left hand up to his lips, trying to keep his mouth open as the gullet around him secured his body tightly, like a wet sleeping bag. The descent of the fold from above proceeded, forcing his right arm down to his chest, his torso becoming entombed in in the soft muscle rising from below. As the wet darkness crawled closer and closer to his face, he heard the python's voice say: "Sleep tight".

At long last, he was completely enveloped in the rolling downy folds. His face smothered and his body too weakened to struggle anymore, he stared into the darkness, his limbs pressed tightly together. As he opened his mouth wider in an instinctual attempt to breath in, another slippery fold blocked it, stopping any stale air from entering his lungs. Occasional muscles twitching weakly, he slowly started to lose consciousness, finally giving up his struggle and letting the giant body have its reward. No thoughts entered his mind now, his fear gone a long time ago, his struggles now abandoned. Held tightly by the body greater than his, the evaporating remains of Jajuka's hypnosis reassured him: there was no point in escaping. He belonged in this place.

Finally, after the longest day in his life, Mokadu fell asleep.

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...the forest floor was forming a wide flat surface as Mokadu trekked through it. This offbeat path was hidden in the shadow of the great trees above him, leaving him with a sense of privacy rarely found the wild. Consumed in his daydreaming, mind of the small framed rabbit failed to notice the lack of noises usually accompanying deeply forested areas, the chirping of birds, occasional rustle in the green, even the wind in the leaves died out as he progressed deeper.

Suddenly, something felt wrong, as if a large object instantly and silently appeared behind him. The fur on his neck stood upright and his right ear perked up and he froze, trying to distinguish the source of the strange feeling.

After a few seconds of deafening silence, a breathtakingly loud [i]hiss[/i] split the cold fragile tranquility around him.

/
Jajuka was trailing him for the past minute, stealthily moving across the tree branches. The giant snake rarely encountered prey wandering into his usual hunting grounds willingly, those being located deep in the forest and unsurprisingly void of mammals, more often having to venture out and find something less slippery than a rabbit, the nature's sprinter – perhaps another predator who felt no need to hide themselves and made perfect game for the one always ranked higher on the food chain.
This rare occasion warranted guile and finesse – the limber mammal had to be subdued quickly; the python's dominance had to be displayed overwhelmingly, intimidating and freezing the preything in terror, making his limbs tremble and his mind malleable. As the first move, he stealthily lowered himself in striking position right behind the bunny and after a moment to compose his attack, the exhaled loudly to freeze his catch in fear.

A swing around the rabbit pressed the loop of the giant snake's body across his torso, preventing him from running away as his instincts were about to order him. The serpent immediately pressed the lips of his massive head into the bunny's ear and hissed clearly "S-s-submit..."

Mumbling in fear, Moka tried to move the coil in front of him with a trembling hand already half-expecting it to have no effect on the huge reptile embracing his body. Pushing the python away was as impossible as pushing back a falling tree – or a constrictor coiling his prey. On top of his useless struggle, the predator hissed into his ear: "Do not resis-s-st me...", further terrifying the bunny, making him feel more helpless still. Stumbling back, praying for something, anything, the rabbit layed his back onto a soft wall that was not there a moment ago – Jajuka's body descending from the tree blocking his only escape route.

Aiming to further distract the bunny from escape or resistance, the python leaned closer and licked the side of his face with his large salivating tongue while lowering himself from above, readying to constrict his prey. Feeling his cheek becoming slathered in warm saliva, Mokadu tried to recoil again, pressing his back into the unyielding scales behind him, trying to turn his head away from the soft thick tongue caressing his face and slickening his fur. "Let me clos-s-se" whispered the giant serpent, causing the rabbit to shake in fear harder than any scream or roar would, as the endless scalebound body started pouring down from above, quickly and quietly despite the massive weight, laying coils on Mokadu's shivering breast and shoulders, pinning his shaking arms to his chest, the mass of the python forcing stillness and submission.

/
He felt the coils grasping his body with mortifying power, loop after loop, seizing his neck firmly and forcing his face upward, his terrified eyes gazing into the trees above from where his nightmare came, the python's coils progressing downward slowly and deliberately encasing his torso and supporting his weight, another loop around legs lifting them off the ground, denying him any footing, suspending him inside a tower of collapsing muscle. He felt the last coil of the giant snake's body squeeze his feet together and lay below as the serpent now rested everywhere around him, a tomb of strength standing on the forest ground which seemed so distant now.

Every new breath was coming in harder, Jajuka squeezing the rabbit's chest with calculated movement every time he exhaled; every attempt at motion was met with increased pressure on the limb he tried to move. Grasped by fear, Moka held still, too afraid to even try and breath in too deeply, hoping to take air in gulps small enough for the monstrous snake not to notice and to hold his terrifying advance.
The python's massive head moved into his vision, whispering into his ear, moving the fur on his head with his humid odorless breath: "Feel my body embrac-c-ce you... Feel the strength-h-h..."

The coils around him, thick as fallen logs, were holding unyieldingly; he could twitch if he tried, the scales of the python's body were soft to the touch, moving around on top if his skin. But twitching was the only option, the powerful muscles binding him with no remorse, the cold-blooded predator's embrace squeezing harder with every second, the unbelievably heavy bulk bearing down on him like a force of nature.
Rabbit's eyes started rolling back, the serpent srtengthening his fearsome grasp, strangling the bunny's neck, forcing his mouth open, pulsating noise inside his head growing stronger together with the constricting pressure encasing his body. Moka tried begging again, the only hope for survival being the predator's mercy, when he realized there was so little air in his lungs he could not even wheeze. His terror escalated, in desperation he gave Jajuka a pleading look, hoping for just a single gulp of air, a moment of freedom - only to be met with a calm gaze of amusement and patience from the giant python.

His sole chance being someone, something, happening across this scene and helping him, the hope for freedom fading with every second, the bunny held still, his lungs aching for breath, taking in the boundless power holding him as the serpent wished. It this moment of hopelessness his body would be quaking with despair if he could just move a single finger.

/
Jajuka repositioned his head above the bunny to look his prey-thing in the eye and as if reading his mind, he taunted in the slow, intimidating voice of his: "Nobody is here for you except me, my little soft rabbit. Listen to the stillness of the forest. The predator came and now he has his prey. No living thing will dare approach us now."

The realisation of that truth was the last drop of fear; the feeling of loneliness stirring his terror into blind panic, Moka completely lost control of his thoughts, basic instinct taking over, thrashing his body, tensing every single muscle to fight the massive snake holding his life in those merciless coils. But nothing happened, not a scale moved as he exerted his body over and over, pushing and squirming, the serpent giving not a hint of freedom to his fresh catch. Animalistic panic was the only thing in his mind and intense heartbeat with noise of blood rushing was the only thing in his ears for a while, until the python's voice stopped him frozen, with a soft, quiet chuckle: "Heh-heh... your s-s-struggle is not even visible..."

The green crushing coffin made another ruthless advance, compressing Moka's body, slowing the blood flow to his brain, pressing on his lungs so hard he felt as if he didn't even have them anymore. Breath was forbidden to him twice over: the immense pressure on his ribs not simply stopping him from breathing in, but denying even the attempt to – he felt his weak lungs try to expand only to be stayed by the pinning strength of the tautening embrace; his neck was strangled with the enormous power treading on from all around, assuring his asphyxiation would not lift even if his chest were released.
Another squeeze of his torso was unbearable, the body of the serpent flexing, his belly scales moving closer together as if intending to meet in the middle no matter what was in the way. The rabbit's struggle was nothing but weak twitches now, his body overexerted by fruitless resistance, mind starved of oxygen for too long. His eyes rolled back harder, tip of the tongue lolling from his ajar mouth held from opening wide by the massive body around his neck; trying to slump his head to the side as his strength was failing, he only got the serpent to hold his face tighter, preventing any movement at all, conscious or otherwise. He felt the coils around him squeeze harder than he thought possible, the world around turning darker and the heartbeat in his ears slowing down. As darkness crept in from the edges of his vision, the last thing he saw was the hungrily flicking wet black tongue of the predator, his captor's head looming over him, watching, waiting for his prey to resign his resistance and finally accept the python's will.

/
The next sensation Mokadu felt was pressure around himself, but unlike the merciless grip from earlier, this one was only restraining, going in a loop around his body, supporting his head and cradling him lying down on the ground. No, not the ground - another part of the massive scaly body was under him, denying him any footing again.

Before he could focus his vision or wonder how did he survive what felt like certain end, there was suddenly humid warmth and pressure on top of his head, as if a warm damp beanbag was lowered on top of him. A low humming noise then emanated from above and he realized that his head was now inside the giant snake's maw, the python tasting him, the thick black tongue covering the side of his face, the cavernous mouth enveloping his face. He felt the serpent's tongue curl under his chin, gently lifting his head higher and letting the scaly lime-colored lips press his face into the loop of the body around him. He tried to raise his hand shakily, still weak from the constriction of the thick coils from before, landing his fingertips on the python's lower jaw for no particular reason – the weight of the giant snake's head alone was too much to move it away and python was actively pressing his mouth forward, rendering any attempt at resistance pointless.

The python's humming halted as he used his tongue to turn the rabbit's face forward and continued his feast of flavours as he pressed his lips over the bunny's head, blocking his vision, the thick black tongue smothering his nose and mouth, denying him breath once again. His heavy body mounted Moka, provoking a fearful twitch as the great mass was lowered on his chest again, restricting his breath with the weight alone. Serpent's body, soft and relaxed for now, easily covered the rabbit's frame hiding him inside the coils again – constriction or not, Jajuka was making clear that the bunny is not going anywhere but closer to him. The savouring proceeded as the python kept enjoying the flavour of his prey, crooning over the taste of fear and the scent of the weak warm body and caressing Moka with his tongue, stroking and kneading his face over and over.

The soft interior of his maw and dampness of the tongue surrounded the rabbit's head, forbidding any breath or sight as he tried to turn to one side or another for air, his struggles only provoking more delighted murmurs from the massive python atop him and small movements of the tongue turning him back forward, forcing him to gaze into the darkness of the huge salivating maw. Bunny's limbs, still weakened and sore from the exertion earlier and ruthless constriction of the giant snake proved useless as he weakly scrambled his feet only to be pressed down by the immense burden of the python's body on his chest; shakily tried to push away the smothering kiss of the serpent only to be completely ignored, the powerful muscles under the scales staying relentless, and the massive head pressing closer still, enveloping his face in the pillowy mounds of the maw muscles, further prolonging the horrendous intimacy with the hungering predator.

/
Finally, after a full minute of tasting the adrenaline-soaked fur and enjoying the weakness of his squirming rabbit, the python parted his lips, releasing his mouth from Moka's face. Momentarily holding his head still, he gave the dizzy rabbit a good look inside the darkness of his mouth and exhaled, warming his face with a gust of humid breath. His heavy head planted on top of the gasping rabbit's torso, fully covering it from above, a loop of the great snake's body pressed gently around the rabbit surrounding him from the sides, pressing his legs close together and the tail staying under him, holding him from making contact with the ground.

Mokadu panted and moaned after another bout of asphyxiation the predator forced on him, his eyes wandering dizzily, looking up and seeing dark thick crowns of the trees above but unable to see anything to his side, the lime belly scales of the serpent encasing him deeper, covering his body; a moment of peace and some sweet deep breaths cleared his mind, allowing him to slowly focus on the scaly lips laying on his chest in front of him and the huge intimidating eyes behind them. As he made eye contact with Jajuka, the serpent glared back and lifted his heavy head, bringing his mouth closer again, whispering: "Look at me, bunny." Mokadu could do nothing else, the python's head raising above him, the body behind it snaking along like a creek, bending as if preparing for a strike. The heavy jaw moved as another whisper left the massive lips: "Look at my body. Sense how heavy it feels, pressing on you legs and your chest, simply lying around you."

Warm breath of the python washing over him, Mokadu's hands trembled, instinctively trying to block his face, to hide and look smaller. All he could watch was the python's mouth above him moving slowly and deliberately, but his body was free to sense the large scales around him, the thick loop of the body holding him, powerful muscles leisurely squeezing his hips and shoulders as if giving massage to his weakened limbs. The giant snake now felt even bigger, his body laying next to the rabbit's, allowing the prey to fully take in the size of the predator looming just above him, whispering to him, playing with him.

A realization came: the snake is not going to play forever. He was caught by a predator far more powerful than him and he will now be eaten. The body he was thinking about now is going to be his final resting place and it doesn't even seem that the python with give him the mercy of unconsciousness before swallowing him – he could've stopped his breath twice already, but chose not to. As he vividly imagined himself within this terrifying huge body, struggling to get out in darkness, the strength that now holds him still pushing him deeper and deeper in, panic started to grasp him again, thumping heartbeat flooding his mind, his body trembling.
It was then that he noticed the giant python's maw in front of him opening again, giving him a mortifying view of the entrance to the rest of his life as another waft of scentless steamy breath emanated from the bottomless mouth along with a whisper: "When I swallow you, you will not even make a bulge..."

/
As Moka was losing himself to the fear, the serpent's body around him squeezed, fixating his shoulders and bringing his head higher up. Jajuka's jaws closed slowly and his eyes came into view, now fully opened and glaring at the rabbit.

Bunny looked up and suddenly the snake's gaze occupied his whole world, the intense stare blocking out everything around him. Swirls emanated from the python's eyes, full of colour that seemed to envelop his vision, escaping him the moment he tried to focus on it, making him dizzy and drowsy despite the blinding terror he felt a moment ago. The python's presence seemed to grow, making his dominating position more fearsome, making the rabbit feel even smaller than he did; every time Moka tried to break eye contact, his eyes seemed to fall onto the giant colourful orbs again, wherever he tried to look, every time he looked back into those eyes; he felt a pressure inside his head grow making it harder and harder to think, a warm sensation entering his eyes, heating his face and making it harder to evade python's infectious gaze.

Rabbit heard words coming from all around him: "LOOK INTO MY EYES LITTLE ONE". The command seemed incontestable, the notion of disobeying – unthinkable. Staring unwaveringly into the python's hypnotic gaze, Moka was slowly losing the feeling of his body, the world around him shrinking into the affixing view before him, the giant snake's eyes looking past his pupils and into his malleable scared mind, the streams of liquid colour flooding in and blocking all of his senses, his fear, fatigue and soreness wiped clean, his chaotic thoughts, wishes and desires melting away. As his mind grew blanker and emptier, in a moment of peace enveloped in the python's will, he felt a thought forming in front of his mind, clouding all else: "DO NOT TRY TO ESCAPE".

He perceived the forest around him, the shadow of the tree he was in, to be the place of retreat; there was nowhere to run, this here was the only location he could be at all. The snake around him was here too, but there was nothing he could do – this was the sole place he could reside in, terrible predators or no. Where he was going or where he was coming from was a long forgotten memory, this forest and this spot was the destination of his, the world didn't exist outside of here and the idea of going anywhere else now was obviously bizarre and nonsensical.

The python brought his head closer to the bunny, maximizing the power of his command, pressing his nose into Moka's chest. His eyes were now above the rabbit's, closer than they've ever been. Bunny's body was still shaking from the adrenaline flooding him; he raised his arms blindly, placing his hands on snake's face. Between the pressure still cradling the bunny's frame and squeezing his legs and now the burden of the serpent's heavy head on his chest, he mumbled, a part of his unconscious mind still clinging to reality and its hopelessness: "Oh m-my god-..." Giant python, amused by the cute little hug of his nose and this helpless vocalization, taunted "YES-S-S?", his warm breath washing over his prey's abdomen and his dominating gaze causing blood to rush into Moka's head, heating his face; at this point, the snake's will was everything in rabbit's mind and the massive scalebound body was his entire world. Jajuka was a god made flesh to the trembling and weak little bunny.

/
Python's head retreated towards Moka's feet as rabbit's head slumped around, his mind empty and all sensations muffled behind the thick fog of hypnosis the serpent poured into his eyes. As in a dream, he felt a scaly tail emerge from underneath his waist and lazily coil around his thighs and then ankles, squeezing them together tightly and lifting his feet higher. Puzzled, he put his palms at the thick tail binding his legs until he heard a familiar voice enunciating slowly: "Now, come to me". He looked further beyond his legs and saw the python's mouth opening carefully and sliding over his feet.

The feeling of soft moist flesh around his tired feet brought him into reality: the giant snake was now eating him. The tail coiling his feet unwounded and slipped out of the serpent's mouth only to quickly bind his wrists together and bring them closer to his face. The python's mouth progressed further, enveloping his thighs and waist smoothly and effortlessly as the helpless rabbit attempted to haphazardly scramble back, his feet only pushing deeper into the slippery mouth of the serpent and his shoulders pressing against the loop of the snake's body still cradling him.

Wrapped in fear, his legs and waist disappearing into the predator's bottomless mouth, his hands tightly bound together by the scaly coil of his captor's tail, he started surrendering to the panic once again, panting and whimpering as the notion of escape crossed his mind- and was immediately suppressed. There was no place to run for him, no point trying to get out of here, out of the snake's mouth – scared or not, this is where he were to stay, whatever happens. No place else was even an option.

He felt the gullet of the predator collapse around his feet, grasping him deep inside of the soft cavern that was encroaching on his chest. Once the python got hold of his feet in this fashion, he opened his mouth wider and slowly lifted the shaking bunny higher, pressing his thick tongue against his back, allowing him a clear view of his salivating palate, glistening pillows of flesh rising above him, occasional drops falling down, smearing his fur and smoothing his features. Looking downward, Moka froze in fear: this is what was about to consume him, the wet pink walls of the predator's gullet and mouth rising around him and supporting his weight from below, pulling and squeezing his feet deeper inside of the giant snake's body.

As he stated to slowly slide deeper in, pushed gently by the large wet tongue behind him, he squirmed on his soft slippery seat, trying to prevent the downward descent into darkness – the thought of escape was forbidden, but the idea of resistance was instinctual, unwillingness to be eaten still present. He heard the python emit a quiet noise, as if he was saying "ah" before gulping down a morsel, making the entrance to his oesophagus widen, and warm wet air wash over his prey's features, making Moka squirm harder trying to stay in place. He was still not trying to escape the giant snake, but the idea of being inside a predator's mouth, however terrifying, was much more acceptable than the option of slipping deeper in.

Sensing his rabbit's reluctance to slide into his new home, Jajuka seemingly decided to humour the notion of staying in his mouth and with a soft "Omph" he pressed his jaws together, forcing bunny horizontally between the saliva-covered muscles, his head smothered by the giant lips. Feeling his body fully encased inside the giant snake, squeezed gently between the pillowy mounds of the huge mouth made rabbit whimper in fear as his head was poking out of the huge mouth, looking upwards with a terrified gaze. Soft chuckling emanated from all around Moka's body, the snake amused both by his helpless whimpering and his comical position.

/
Leisurely, the giant python lifted his nose, inclining Moka's slippery soft bed inwards, making him slide slowly but inevitably toward the snake's gullet. Slow swallowing motions brought the rabbit inside as his feet pushed uncertainly against the lubricious walls parting before him, finding no purchase. The snake's tail still wrapped around the rabbit's wrists, he stretched out, his hips squeezed inside the patient pillowy maw, his arms held by the snake above and behind his head, pressed strongly together, as if reassuring him he would not be dropped in, giving him a shred of hope to grasp for.

A low gentle voice sounded from all around him: "Don't worry little morsel, I got you. I could pull you out at a-a-any moment and then you could leave this place. Tell me, would you like to leave now?" The simple question made the fog within Moka's mind thicken, the influence of the predator's hypnosis strengthening against his instinct to escape and run for his life; even given the chance, he couldn't actually run away from here, that much he knew for certain, even if he tried he'd just come back to this place and the python would be waiting. But the burning desire to fight back and not become food was just as strong, the gently collapsing walls of flesh and the endless fall under his saliva-slathered feet awakening a burning desire to get out and run .

Between this storm of fear, instinct and hypnotic command so easily stirred by the cruel python, Moka couldn't come up with any response, his face distorting with anguish, the snake's taunting offer of freedom waning away with every moment of his snail-paced descent into the smothering darkness below, his stomach and chest now hidden from his sight in the soft warm gullet ahead.

Soon Moka's hips reached what felt like the entrance to the snake's oesophagus, he squeezing around his thighs constant and unwavering, unlike the downy grasp by the muscles further below of above and around his torso. It felt like a doorway, a point of no return after which only darkness and the endless kneading descent waited. Despite trying his hardest to not progress any further, squirming his body and pushing with his legs below, gravity worked against him; within seconds, the ring of muscles marking the real entrance into the python's body slowly accepted his hips. Suddenly, he felt his body not being pushed through the gullet, but hanging inside of it, the serpent's grasp on his wrists holding his from descending any deeper. Tears blurred what little of his vision was of use, his fingers trying desperately to grab the tail holding his life; scary as it was to grasp the snake like that, he felt it was not long before the serpent will release him to fall down and down into the endless abyss for the rest of his life.

The python repositioned his tail, evading the weakly scrambling fingers of the doomed bunny still poking out of his maw. Toying with his prey's fears and helplessness, he said quietly, knowing full well the rabbit inside of him will hear his voice: "Hold on now~ You're getting slippery, I can't keep you still for much longer", as he started to slowly shift his tail from holding rabbit's wrists to coiling around and squeezing his hands and fingers, denying the grasp which he asked of the bunny.

Slowly sliding deeper into the unknown, Moka felt the soft walls around compress his body stronger with each passing second, pulling his legs down, pushing his torso relentlessly, gently accepting his head now and pressing against his face. He felt the python's body hunger for him, mechanical motions of the oesophagus growing more restless, the snake's will to prolong the feeding losing to his instincts to swallow and consume. The tip of the serpent's tail still holding his very fingers, he gazed upward beggingly, looking with hopelessness at the tiny shred of light from the outside leaking between the folds of the voracious serpent's mouth, and between his arms locked above him.

At last, the snake's tail simply released him, freeing his sweating fingers to spread out in the warm humid air of the snake's maw, clawing uselessly at the smooth mounds surrounding him.

"Oops" – said Jajuka casually, as if he did not just swallow anyone alive, sealing his lips and closing his eyes, concentrating on the sensation of the warm trembling body sliding deeper into his throat.

Bulging his eyes in helpless terror, gazing deep into the wet nothingness enveloping him like a live blanket, Moka clawed above and pushed below in a desperate attempt to escape the massive body he was sliding deeper into. The only things his panicked struggles accomplished were widening of his path and acceleration of his descent into the pliable, humid, smothering depths.

/
The python raised his head higher, making a wave motion with his neck, gently driving the doomed rabbit deeper in. "M-m-m-mh!" - a moan of pleasure reverberated throughout the length of the powerful body, the serpent extracting additional enjoyment out of his thrashing meal, licking his lips and twirling his tail, his eyes closed and his mind focused on the massaging feeling deep inside his gullet: "That warm sensation of live prey sliding deeper... incomparable..." - he mouthed.

Mokadu's body was shaking violently, his mouth open and hyperventilating, wasting the precious little air that remained around him – a part of his mind was telling him to limit his breath and to keep his strength, but the savage fear within his chest was not stayed by it, his helplessness amplified by the predator's voice coming from the soft walls squeezing him and despair enveloping his mind. The slow descent downward – the fall into the python's body, that seemed to be endless when he entered it – halted as his feet briefly found purchase only to be swallowed deeper inside, him coming down and into the bend of the endless gullet, and after a moment of kneading by the sickeningly soft and gentle muscles he was sitting down inside the crook of the snake, his hands fruitlessly pressing the fleshy mound before his face away. In this moment he desperately looked and reached back up, hoping to see that the snake has perhaps shown mercy and opened his mouth to get him out, his shaking hand bolting upward and clawing into the soft tunnel above him; only to see nothingness everywhere, saliva running down the gullet and smearing his face, his fingers digging into the yielding walls, producing no effect rather and a smirk and a small shiver down the python's spine.

This moment of peace lasted not a second as he was relentlessly pulled further past the bend of the great body, the pushing and pulling of the hungering snake surrounding him, the churning and twisting, his now horizontal motion keeping a constant, mechanical pace. The python did not control these muscles driving the rabbit deeper in, it was a mechanical part of his being, one the prey cannot plead to or beg for freedom. The endless tireless motions of the warm slippery folds forced the bunny to put his hands in front of his face as every second another pillow of flesh pressed onto him, denying him breath and tenderizing his muscles – a suffocating massage, while less brutal than the unyielding powerful embrace of the serpent's scales, all the more terrifying in its automaticity, keeping on and on with the reflexive motion. What it is that gullet was pushing and squeezing, made no difference – the body was dragging it deeper and deeper, as prey was meant to, with every second further away from the freedom.

As the longest seconds in his life passed tormentingly slow, Mokadu started to feel the walls around him squeezing harder and harder, the pulling motion getting more violent, if not quick, the bouts of pressure on his head and face leaving him less and less room to breathe. In desperation, he grunted and used what little remained of his strength to try and push the body away from him, shoving his shaking hands upwards. The motion made little difference, the oesophagus stretching and letting his arms push up as the pressure on his head and legs stayed as it were, the plasticity of flesh around him leaving any struggle pointless.

As his meal was making his trembling way further in, the python bent his body, positioning his head above the doomed bunny. He talked quietly to the small bump within him: "Have to love rabbits, so lively", just as Moka pushed a small patch of his scales up with an effort barely noticeable to the eye. This amused the predator as he continued to collect his body in loops around himself, intending to take a nap, his pleased voice saying: "Your squirming feels great, please don't stop", the deep tissue massage his prey was granting him lulling the giant snake into sleep. As rabbit's desperate effort died down and he returned to his hopeless quaking in fear, the python felt disappointed – just there his prey was giving him a bit of entertainment, and now he all burned out? There certainly was more fun to be squeezed out of that warm body, the python thought. "How about a challenge?" - his voice resounded through his coils as he looped his tail over where he felt the squirming warmth of his prey reside. "It appears you do not feel as if I am being a welcoming host, despite inviting you into my own body and giving you a prolonged personal tour". He braced the muscles surrounding the bunny and readied the loop of his tail around him: "You will think the soft embrace of flesh you feel now to be a blessing after this" – and with a sinister chortle he flexed his body and squeezed his tail around Mokadu. A sudden muffled yelp from his prey was silenced as his nose and mouth got squeezed between the violently collapsing walls; this was still nothing compared to the ruthlessly strong constriction from earlier, but it was just as inescapable – the slick flesh of the cruel predator encased his entire body, wherever he tried to turn for a gulp of breath there were the endless pillows of muscle again, his thrashing limbs slowed down and trapped by the omnidirectional embrace. The smothering grasp overtook his whole body, holding him silently as his lungs ached for air. The solid muscle trapping him made him even more dizzy, making him fell weightless, suspended within the endless churning walls holding his mouth and nose closed and his body still. As he finally tore his hand through to his head and lifted a slippery warm fold from his face, the pressure subsided, the python ceasing his cruel game as his gullet kept slowly and methodically kneading the bunny's body, weakening him and pulling him deeper and deeper in.

/
The churning of the python's body seemed to have lasted for hours – Moka felt like jelly as this point, his limbs squeezed into a dull stupor by the relentless churning walls, the slimy lining of the gullet had smeared every strand of his fur, getting into his mouth and nose, lubricating his body to the point that he didn't even feel the warmth of the dark soft tunnel he was in, the mechanical waves of pressure equating his body temperature to the snake's. His mind was just as numbed as his muscles, the unwavering shoving of his head and smothering of his face restricting his breathing and the air around him becoming more and more stale, forcing him to pant heavily simply not to collapse. Fighting his desire to give up the pointless struggle and fall asleep, he continued to push the smothering folds away, refused to close his eyes on the fear of never opening them again, even though he could see nothing but darkness for so long.

The python has long stopped moving or observing the bulge make its slow descent, coiled in a great soft pile, his head resting peacefully on top of it. With his eyes closed, Jajuka concentrated on the feeling deep inside himself, the prey's struggle tickling and massaging him weakly as it travelled through. Smiling, he talked to the bunny within him: "Don't give up, little buddy – keep pushing harder." The doomed mammal could barely understand the muffled voice coming from somewhere outside, his eyelids half-closed, his arms weak from the lack of air. He long since stopped trying to push with his feet, the rolling muscles subduing any escape attempt before it could start, holding his legs together in a wet soft embrace, dragging him slowly inward; his arms could only just keep him from getting smothered, pushing the downy rolls of the gullet away barely enough to get another lungful of thick and moist breath – he's been breathing the same air over and over again, depriving it of oxygen, feeling weaker and dizzier with every breath but still clinging to his consciousness, opening his mouth wide and lolling his tongue out, trying not to fall asleep.

Moka's descent seemed to slow down as the soft kneading subsided, still holding his legs tight but leaving some space around his torso. He let his arms fall by his side, his head dropping softly into the pliable wet fold of the predator's body, feeling weightless and helpless, staring into darkness, his mind numb and his body so weak he didn't even tremble. Soon, he felt as if the folds around him started getting closer, pressing softly against him, forcing his elbows into his sides, filling into every crevice, pressing his legs apart into their own long wet sleeves. His mind didn't react for a while, enveloped in the vertigo-inducing blanket of the python's innards, half asleep from the trial of his day, the constriction, the hypnosis, the kneading in the darkness, until one of the folds started to encroach on his face again, closing his eyes. He moved his hand to push it away, but it never stopped, pressing against his palm, small mounds forming between his fingers. He started to panic then – every time before pressure from the gullet came and went as he travelled further down; this time he wasn't moving anywhere and the walls were collapsing on his body with no remorse. He jerked his head up, eyes bulging, pressing his hand upward, trying to stop another fold from falling on him.
A gentle voice reached him: "Thank you, bunny. You were a lot of fun." The past tense in the python's voice indicating the end almost awoke Mokadu from his stupor, but he was weakened beyond desperation now, his mind fuzzy and scattered, smothering of the relentless body descending upon him, holding him still and quiet.

"Time to rest" – he heard the snake announce as wet folds fell on his head again, this time grasping it securely, preventing him from facing away. Pressing his right hand into the body above his head uselessly, the slippery mounds staying still, squeezing through his fingers, he wormed his left hand up to his lips, trying to keep his mouth open as the gullet around him secured his body tightly, like a wet sleeping bag. The descent of the fold from above proceeded, forcing his right arm down to his chest, his torso becoming entombed in in the soft muscle rising from below. As the wet darkness crawled closer and closer to his face, he heard the python's voice say: "Sleep tight".

At long last, he was completely enveloped in the rolling downy folds. His face smothered and his body too weakened to struggle anymore, he stared into the darkness, his limbs pressed tightly together. As he opened his mouth wider in an instinctual attempt to breath in, another slippery fold blocked it, stopping any stale air from entering his lungs. Occasional muscles twitching weakly, he slowly started to lose consciousness, finally giving up his struggle and letting the giant body have its reward. No thoughts entered his mind now, his fear gone a long time ago, his struggles now abandoned. Held tightly by the body greater than his, the evaporating remains of Jajuka's hypnosis reassured him: there was no point in escaping. He belonged in this place.

Finally, after the longest day in his life, Mokadu fell asleep.