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So I won a YCH from  Cki_Leru a few months ago and slipped Abyss into the snake's spot since she needs some love. Lo and behold, I got it!  Loike was the un/fortunate meal here today and volunteered himself quite well to be subject to her embrace(s) without much encouragement. On seeing it I saw that he stood out as a result of his colouring and so the idea came to me that it should be a theme, or at least a way for them to meet, as Abyss can hide in trees and such. She'll thank trees for the ability to hold her, all thousands of pounds of her, maybe it's ten thousand if she's spread out that much...

Enjoy!
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The art of camouflage is in hiding one’s self from any onlookers. Nothing out in the wild is perfectly straight, Nature has the tendency to fudge her lines after all. From a predator’s perspective the world is a constant mass of changing shapes, shifting colours, and potential meals made of the two. Motion often was what made things which adopted one or the other stand out from what they attempted to blend in with, thus the eyes of a predator were sharp at noticing it. Evolution was an arm’s race between the attentive and the decorative and led to some truly astonishing mimicries of nature in an attempt to hide from progressively more adept gazes.

Abyss wondered why the rabbit who came through the forest was a soft, blue shade when Autumn had come and the scene surrounding him was a mixture of dark brown tree-trunks and orange leaves either on the ground or still attached to branches of said trees. Even when he stepped out of the shafts of sunlight that came through from above, his fur colour set him apart from his surroundings enough that he was visible to even the weakest predator. Such was her ego right now that the concept of another possibly muscling in was alien to her, and with good reason, Abyss lay in the boughs of a dozen trees. Her bulk was supported by the creaking wood in a flow of scales back and forth across them. It was not that he stopped at her specific tree, it was more that none of them could not be slithered to and create that appearance. Plus, he technically never stopped. From up above she could hear his heavy breathing.

The blue blur ran between the trees at a pace that was faster than what he had timed himself running last week. Upon his wrist was a new-fangled watch given as a gift. At tapped check-points along a prechosen route, it would record the time, heart-rate, oxygen concentration, and many other little pieces of information that were useful for showing improvement over weeks and months and then combine them into a little program for even better viewing when it was all over. And he was ahead of himself. By several minutes already. The wind must have been behind him, or the meal the night before had soothed his mind, since exercise was all mental, startlingly, and Loike figured that taking a break for a few minutes would still not impact his record.
“Rest detected, pausing stopwatch,” sounded the smooth speech-to-text voice in his long ears. How neat, he could cheat his run by pretending that stopping was for other people and still boast about himself! An idea formed in his head to sprint every four-hundred metres or so and set the fastest ten-kilometer run ever, even though it would take several hours if said breaks were included.

He pressed his back into the bark of the tree, placed his hands on his knees, and desperately inhaled air as fast as he could. Huge, heaving breaths wracked his body and emanated from his mouth as a pair of sharp, repeated, sounds. The music returned to his ears and had picked up the unusual quality of being slower than usual listenings, Loike factored this down to the exercise speeding up his perceptive state, thus his brain was taking more ‘slices’ of time between beats but playing them back at the same time. It felt weird, Loike then reached up and dislodged the earbuds and let them fall around his neck. Wireless, they sat like jewellery around the nape of his neck. The rush of rock music filtered away to be replaced by the wind washing above him through the leaves and branches. Were he more familiar with the sounds of nature then he would have noted the creaking of the tree bark and perhaps had time to dart away, but he was a city-bun and the wild sounds of the forest were unfamiliar.

Abyss slithered down the tree, dwarfing the oak as she went until she was just a few inches from the tip of his ear,
“Surely, he should notice this, how can he be so clueless to what’s around him?” Abyss thought with mild disdain. Still, he was a meal. A lonely, exhausted prey who had practically offered himself up by leaning against the tree that she lay in. Her smile, as wide as his arm-span, spread across her face. What should she target first? All of him looked so vulnerable with his back turned and his attention focused instead on the leaves underpaw that it was difficult to decide. Her coils could swamp his mammalian form, easily entangle his throat, quickly constrict his chest. It was uncouth of her to drool in this situation, that was for unintelligent, wild beasts to do. But she did, and her excuse later was that she was hanging down, and he just looked tasty enough for her to do it.

It was the first thing that he noticed. Despite the day being dry and cloudless, Loike felt a droplet impact against his neck and then trickle down. It was warm, unlike typical rain, and the size of his fist, unlike anything that could fall from a tree. He made the mistake to look up with an instinctual hand lifting to wipe the back of his neck clean.
“Oh, sh-” began Loike and his eyes widened in surprise to the sight above him, that of a confident smile on a face whose size was initially unbelievable. His body should have acted, but the appearance without warning, and her sheer scale in comparison to him, stunned him for just long enough to everything to go wrong. Out of the corner of his eye, Loike could see what he initially believed to be branches falling to the ground, and it made sense, Abyss would have cracked several weak twigs in order to move over to him, but the golden pattern identified them instead to be lengths of her body rather than broken timber. Her dangling motion betrayed the weight of her body, at least these sections swung like anchor chain.

Abyss lowered a length down that was, just barely, twice the size of a green anaconda, and hooked it between his legs so that she could whisk him off the ground with ease in another moment. Another suspended part of her body poured around his arms, torso, and neck. Swiftly, his azure fur was smothered beneath her smooth coils, his colour disappeared from sight beneath the dark brown base and golden criss-crossed patterns. Besides an arm, left out to give him the idea to overcome her, all that was exposed were his ears, muzzle, and a tuft of hair. Her emerald eyes looked at his frantic attempts to simultaneously understand where he was and what he could do about it, before she constricted him gently, and then winched him upwards into the golden and orange leaves a good thirty feet off the ground below.
“You are lucky that I found you, little bunny, because someone nice and friendly could have given you some advice not to come here and then I never would have caught you. For me, that certainly would’ve been more than annoying. Look at you, a little wiry after all that running but I can see something to give you taste. A little weak, but that can’t be helped,” Abyss spoke smoothly into his ear as he rose off the ground, “there is so little you can do, bunny boy.”

She lifted him up and laid the coil between his legs onto a particularly thick branch of the tree that supported them both. It creaked as the weight bent the thick wood. But it held, and Abyss settled down with her meal. His legs were spread open by her tail, his paws did not even reach down to the lower curve of her bulk, and she watched him uselessly shift to try get a grip. Abyss relaxed once she was sure that the tree could hold her, the slackening muscles allowed Loike to breathe once again. He let out a deep wheeze to try and reclaim air into his lungs and pay off the oxygen debt accrued by both his exercise and the quick crushing of his chest,
“Let me-” he said but was interrupted again,
“I don’t think so, and there’s so little you can do about it,” Abyss touched the arm that she had let escape her grip, it made him recoil there at first but then expanded to the rest of his body shortly after. Never would she fail to enjoy this little moment. That time before realisation had dawned in her meal’s mind was a constancy which told her as much about her prey as a hundred-questions. Abyss admired the dreamers that fell into her embrace for their heads could not accept that their freedom was being controlled away from them, they believed that thinking hard enough could overcome anything in their way. Her lesson did not sink in until maybe a few hours of constriction, on and off, had brought them down to earth.

“Y-you’re…hurting me,” he protested.
“I expect I am,” she mused in return, “perhaps if I squeeze you more, then you’ll go numb and it’ll stop, hmm, how about it?” Abyss’ green gaze looked down at him through the bind that covered his eyes. She would just have to settle with subtly tightening around his head whenever she intended to make eye contact instead, possibly towards his end she would unveil him and watch his features panic.
“What do you want? People? I can get you people! I’m scouting the route,” he wheezed, “scouting for a charity run,”
“Hmm, a lot of people will come through here?” Abyss said.
“Yes! Hundreds! You’ll have your pick,”
“Of the quick and the weak both?”
“Of course!”

Abyss pondered for just long enough that Loike believed she was actually considering it, a smile spread across his face that was obviously forced through the strain needed to keep himself breathing with the draped weight of her body over and around him. It wavered like a spinning plate upon his lips. For being partially entombed by coils, enough that he straddled one and maybe a double-digit percentage of the rest hung off him like coats on a night stand, Loike was doing well. There were many preys who had passed between her lips who had dropped all pretense of being capable of replying. Something about the gigantic serpent that licked her lips made people forget they had a brain.
“To me there is so very little difference between them,” Abyss whispered into his ears. He jerked forward, but she pulled him back against her neck as a reminder not to try anything,
“Of course,” he whimpered, “I expect to you we all look…weak,”
“Mhm, though the ability to dwarf any meal makes that a little easier, you could train all your life to be a strong as an ox but I could outsize you in a moment. Unfortunately, you’ve caught me after devouring a small jogging group who believed that splitting up would improve their chances,” Abyss cast her eyes to where her body occupied the branches in trees not adjacent to this one, “what a feast.”
“I’ll…I’ll let you have it again, I can lead some of the stragglers over here and let you have them! Just let me down, please!”

Abyss constricted him slowly, yet surely, with the same certainty of a sunrise as she pretended to think about his offer.
“It does sound good,” she nodded while he coughed and spluttered. Abyss’ power could have broken the trunk of a tree if she tried, he was lucky to be inflicted with just a sliver of it in the end, but live food was always more enjoyable. Loike panicked and retaliated in the only way his body was able to, precisely what she wanted, by pushing back and thrashing against her.
“B-but,” he grunted,
“I don’t fully appreciate what you’re implying, I’m a perfectly capable predator without needing your assistance. Besides,” and Abyss smirked at this, “you’re testing this run because you picked it, didn’t you? They’re already going to run this way regardless of whether you complete it today or not. That means a few hundred people are going to pass right underneath me in a few days or weeks,” if she had shoulders then she would have shrugged, “patience is part of proper predatory behaviour.”

His free arm clawed against the flexed coils, fingers scrabbled and failed to attain any measure of grip. Abyss’ muscles were just too large to provide any sort of handhold that he could grasp, even if he were a climber, he would not have found anything to help him out. Things were made even worse when Abyss casually reached out with a prepared coil and engulfed his wrist. She folded his arm back against her torso-coating lengths before it was slotted neatly against his side. Abyss was pleased that her meal was so predictable, then swung her head around to face him eye-to-eye. Loike’s blindfold peeled away and exposed his gaze.
“Last chance,” she pretended to throw him a life-line. Up close, her face was gigantic, it took up his entire view from top to bottom and side to side. Perhaps here or there, he could see the orange leaves that framed her face but his eyes were focused unconditionally on her sharp, green orbs.
“I…” he mumbled instead. Thinking clearly at a time like this, with several atmospheres of pressure constricting him and the hungry serpent just an inch from his face, was something he could not do. His throat clammed up anyway, “just…please,” he begged.

Abyss’ maw opened just in front of his nose. The rabbit paled. Droplets of saliva, close in size to that of basketballs, fell from the top of her jaw and splashed upon a tongue like a firehose. In fact, if it was not for the shine then a lot of the detail would have been missed. The surface of her palette was pitch black, completely, it was as dark as night and glistened like moonlight on ocean-waves. He could not see the small hole at the back of her mouth that led into her throat, yet would be introduced to it fondly in the next few seconds.
“Fear is delicious,” she offered as intimidation. It worked and she had to winch his throat tight to silence the weak cry he made. Abyss licked the side of his face with her tongue as wide as, yet infinitely more agile than, the branch of a large tree, and draped it heavily over his muzzle back and forth until just his ears were exposed. Loike tried to shift his head from side to side, “and you are a delicacy,”

Abyss opened a little wider, retracted her tongue back with the taste of his fear embedded into it, and pulled him forward. To Loike, it became night a few hours before anyone else in that particular time-zone. Her throat met the tip of his muzzle, resisted for just a moment, then parted to allow him access. He writhed, he struggled to pull back, but the clench of her cavernous throat had already attained some leverage. The blue bunny was pulled inside inch by inch by the gulping, flattening muscles as if his attempts to wrest some sort of control were completely ignored.

Abyss kept his wrists down and used her coils to guide him inside with all the speed of a predator savouring her meal without constraints. Once his head was inside, after her tongue had tormented his ears and whispered voracious thoughts into his head, her coils retreated entirely and Abyss closed her jaw over all of him and chewed gently. On his chest, her tongue rolled from side to side with enough saliva to mat-down the fur and then some. It even dove past the waistband of his running shorts, but did hardly more than excite him in a time usually reserved for fear. One part of being a predator was to show complete dominance over your prey, what was better than make them descend your unending gullet while sporting arousal to you? It might just turn out to be a new course for their brain to take.
“Help!” Loike’s voice did not even travel to his own ears. The muscles around his neck pulled him in deeper and let him retreat not even an inch before they squeezed him still. Inside was a dark, tight tunnel down which Loike squelched at their behest. There was hardly any space in between his skin and the slippery surface of her gullet, less so when she swallowed and drew him down further, it put her coils to shame, honestly, though if Abyss really wanted to the scales could show her throat a thing or two.

Loike had realised her size a moments ago and would have taken the secret down with him, but the interested would be excited to learn that Abyss had him entirely inside her mouth before his head had entered her throat. Even for large serpents, the shoulders were the most difficult part of a mammal to swallow since they were the widest part of the body, however it would have taken something more akin to a small giant to stump this snake. Her throat took his chest in and gulped him down at the same lackadaisical pace, he was forced to endure it as he had no other options. What air he could gather was thin in volume but heavy in a meaty, basic scent. Perhaps it was the swallowed saliva coating his nose that he could not wipe off, but Loike’s senses adapted as best they could to help him.

Sight was completely useless, eve if he was not blocking the entrance then no sunlight could have made it through several feet of thick muscle to help him out. Hearing was nothing as well, his long ears were swept down his neck and part of his back but were pressed into the throat wall so all he could pick up was a slow drag when Abyss swallowed, a rise and fall as she inhaled and exhaled, and a lub-dub of her large, slow heartbeat which contrasted his quick, fearful pulse. Touch was alive, however, and every square millimetre of his skin was crushed in a different way to the last, his brain, in its exercise and panic encouraged state, made sure he was aware of the rolling band of muscular pressure as it went over his waist and towards his muzzle. Loike was also uncomfortably knowledgeable regarding his hips, seeing as they were next to be pulled inside.
“She was right, buns are especially flavourful,” Abyss’ reverberant voice rung through his body as though he were standing next to a gong. The answer to the question of, “who,” was not his to learn.

Abyss lifted her large head to the sky and gulped one more time. Loike felt the world shift as though he was on a boat moving in the tide, and any resistance he had managed to get thus far was wiped away as gravity worked against him. The bun’s face was pressed into the wall of her throat and smeared down it as the final swallow almost threw him deeper into her body. Small whippets of wind had been intentionally drawn into her mouth before now, but Abyss knew he felt no air against his body once she swallowed him past his toes. She noted that he did not even make a bulge in her neck as he descended. Instead, the pair of running shorts that she had taken off of him were all that was left and hung off her tail. Actually, Abyss noticed a little glint down on the forest floor below her, and lowered herself to check.

Loike was uprighted and turned upside down as she moved, but was totally unable to stop himself from jostling about. The throat was soft enough to cushion him to make it somewhat comfortable, but the muscles gripped him tighter than a seatbelt. Abyss reached down and plucked the wireless headphones, which must have fallen off, up from the leaves and returned to the cozy vantage point above any visiting head. She had no idea what they were, too small for her large eyes to focus on properly, but they were his and so they were laid upon where his blue body existed at that moment. She would need to move them every few minutes but all in all, it was nothing to feel too concerned about.

Loike heard one more thing. A beep from his smothered wrist and a little vibrating buzz with it. His watch, the special gift he had received before the run. Had it tracked him and led her right to her next meal, was the person who gave it over in leagues with her, who else had one of these and would fall to her power as he had? Abyss lay herself across the trees’ branches and allowed herself to relax in nature’s quiet atmosphere. Many unfortunate meals had offered themselves up by coming too close, and been swallowed down her throat one-by-one.
Tree trunks creaked beneath her.
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Story & Abyss:  solidness
Loike:  Loike
Art:  Cki_Leru

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