It's around mid day, the young naga known as Medusa is slithering along the same path she usually does every day. Her stomach is growling telling her it's time for lunch, so she's heading back to her tall apple tree for a meal. The blue scaled naga continues down the dirt road way until she reaches her home in a tall tree filled with apples. She coils around the tree and climbs up until she gets to the highest point without branches breaking. There she begins to feast upon the fruit there.

Essarat's mouth is dry, her stomach aching for food after days of nothing but fruits and sparse rodents. She is on the hunt, barely even bothering to quiet her movements as she urgently seeks some kind of substantial prey. On the horizon she spots another naga, strangely chewing on the apples. She pauses and considers for a moment before slithering up to her as quietly as she can.

Medusa meanwhile continues to eat the apples by the dozens, gobbling up many at a time to fill her eager stomach. Medusa was a vegetarian, a very rare thing in nagas. She could not eat any forms of meat or she'd get sick. Once her upper stomach is full, she begins filling the lower stomach in her tail until both are plump and full

Essariat drops down onto her belly as she nears her prey. She slithers silently along her belly until she reaches the end of the other naga's tail. Opening her mouth wide, she lurches forward and takes Medusa's tail into her mouth, simultaneously flipping her own tail upwards to wrap around Medusa's midsection to prevent escape.

Medusa is caught off guard by the naga. How did she even climb her tree!? She thought as she drops an apple that was in her hand, falling to the base of the tree, "What the hell!? Who are you!?" She tries to escape quickly, but before she can there is already a tail wrapped around her middle.

I'm your portal to the afterlife, Essarat thinks to herself as she sucks down a solid foot of the other Naga's tail, using gravity and her own powerful tail to drag her massive body quickly down her gullet. Even Medusa's scales seem to taste a little fruity...

Medusa yipes and clings onto the trunk of the tree, "You idiot! We're going to--" before she can finish her sentence, the branches of the tree snap and send them both falling to the earth below. Essarat may be able to handle such a fall, but Medusa has the wind painfully knocked out of her.

Essarat loses a bit of Medusa as the two hit the ground. She growls and wraps her coils further around the other Naga, entwining her neck to ensure she doesn't attempt to crawl away. "Make this a lot easier on yourself," she says in a low, whispery voice from around Medusa's tail. "Just relax and accept your fate."

Medusa is in too much of a shock from the fall to struggle much anyways. She makes a few weak movements, but with part of the coil around her neck now she doesn't want to risk it.

Essarat pulls hard, practically strangling the other naga as she drags her further and further down her throat. Eventually, however, she reaches the point where she cannot swallow any more of the other naga's long, serpentine body without uncoiling her own tail. In a flash, Medusa's body is free and Essarat is scrambling to stuff the rest of her down her throat as quickly as she possibly can.

Medusa lets out a scream, flailing her arms around and trying to grab onto tree roots as she's pulled deeper and deeper into the naga's soft, wet throat. There's nothing she can get a hold of as she feels her mouth crawling up around her waist and body.

There is a loud GLOMP as Essarat swallows the apple-filled bulge in Medusa's tail -- from there, her fate becomes inevitable. The gooey flesh of Essarat's esophagus crawls inch by inch up her back and around her belly, slower now that she has time to enjoy her meal. Essarat's hands grab Medusa's shoulders just as her cold, moist lips reach the other naga's breasts.

Medusa wriggles and squirms as much as she possibly can inside of the naga's body, but the lump in her lower stomach from the apples anchors her inside. Medusa knew there was no escape now, but she's still trying. Her arms reach out as far as she can, and her fingers claw and drag across the ground as they are pulled back. Medusa begins to feel a stinging in her lower tail as the digestive acids in Essarat's body begin to seep through her scales.

Essarat smiles to herself as she feels the other Naga squirm, stopping for a moment to fondle her breasts, hoping to stimulate an even greater response.

Medusa yelps at the acids, "No! This can't be happening! Please just let me go! I don't want to be-- OHH!!" She blushes at the fondling, not expecting such a thing. Now she can't decide if she should relax and enjoy it, or keep fighting. Consciously she was telling herself to keep fighting, but unconsciously her carnal instincts tell her to give in to her sexual desires.

Essarat extends her long, serpentine tongue and starts slowly licking up and down Medusa's breasts. Letting go of her shoulders with one hand, she actually sticks one of her hands down her own throat so she can reach Medusa's sex, stroking it gently and laughing slightly as she does so.

Medusa starts breathing a bit more heavily, not wanting to give up so easily just because of something like this. However, the moment Essarat begins stroking her sex, Medusa loses self control and grinds her hips against the hand, moaning a bit.

Essarat picks up the pace, greatly enjoying the sensation of Medusa sliding back and forth inside her throat.

Medusa finds herself almost in a daze as she pushes her hips down and against Essarat's hand, pressing it hard against her sex, "Please... in..." she says in an almost begging sort of way. Medusa is beginning to forget she's even being eaten.

Essarat happily complies -- eagerly, even. One finger at first, then two, then one and two in and out, then three. Essarat's hand strays from Medusa's shoulder and begins to stroke her face, then her lips. Suddenly, the pace becomes frantic and Essarat's free hand begins wildly squeesing Medusa's right breast while her tongue slithers over the left.

Medusa moans out in pleasure, pressing down against the hand in rhythm to each of Essarat's movements. "Harder... deeper..." she manages to say. Medusa wasn't familiar with the sensation of being inside someone's throat during a sexual situation like this. It was quite a turn on for her.

Essarat complies with her wishes, but gradually Medusa's body resumes it's descent into Essarat's body even as the intensity of their activities inceased..

Medusa eventually reaches the point where she's even smiling and enjoying herself as she continues to moan, and push down against Essarat's hand as she pleasures Medusa. Poor Medusa however doesn't even notice she's begin her decent again into the hot depths of Essarat's body.

Essarat simply allows it to continue until Medusa notices or is completely swallowed--whichever comes first. Her stomach acids may remind Medusa as to what is going on, however, meaning she must be careful.

Medusa doesn't realize it until Essarat's throat envelops her head. Only then does she begin to squirm and thrash again. Her arms stick out ahead of her, pinned together.

Essarat grins broadly, slurping her arms up like spaghetti and adjusting the position of her tail so that Medusa will fit in more smoothly.

Medusa lets out a muffled scream as the outline of her form is slowly pushed down into the already working stomach. She could feel the sting of the acids on her tail, and soon the rest of her body is forced inside. Essarat would probably feel like she's just eaten like a queen after such a large meal.

All of the previous days' hungers melted away as Essarat's enormous meal filled her belly. "Are we comfortable down there?" she asks as the slime begins to flow through her insides.

Medusa wriggles and pushes around on the stomach walls, trying to find a means to escape. That was an obvious 'no' to her question. Medusa's entire body and tail was all coiled up inside, forced together by the tight stomach walls..

Essarat sluggishly slithers down the dirt path to find a nice, secluded spot to digest. The hot stomach sways back and forth in time with her tail, occaisionall shifting of it's own accord, churning poor Medusa's body.

Medusa whimpers and cries softly as she feels the burning acids soak her all over. What little she had for clothes before, a mere bikini top and tight black leather gloves, are soon digested away by the stomach fluids. Her skin and body is now totally exposed and there's nothing she can do but squirm.

Essarat feels a pang of guilt as she hears the other Naga crying from within her bulging belly, but she isn't sure what to say. "Don't worry," she finally says, "You'll be born again. A meal isn't the last thing you'll ever become."

"H-how do you know..!?" Medusa responds through the fleshy walls, "This could be it for me! This could be the end!!" Essarat would have to somehow convince Medusa that she would reform later on safe and sound.

"Don't you remember any of your last life? You must be a young spirit then. Not surprising. There's no way I can prove it to you, but you'll see soon enough."

Medusa whimpers softly and finds herself beginning to drift from consciousness. "Please... wait... don't..." she almost whispers as her vision starts to fade.

Essarat smiles. "Besides, feel around. You might find you can enjoy yourself in there..." With that, she slithers away, quite contented.

Medusa tries to say something more, but she feels too weak to do much else. The horrid pain of digestion, the acids searing away at her skin, slowly begins to fade and numb. Soon all she can feel is the soft walls of the naga's stomach as they churn and massage their meal all over, slowly breaking her down into mush to be absorbed by the naga. Indeed she finds herself able to enjoy the last few moments of her life before her body is pushed down into Essarat's intestines, where she is soon completely broken down by the digestive enzymes.