How to Feed a SnakeI opened my eyes slowly. The sun was shining though the vertical slits in my blinds. I could still feel the enormous snake lying on my belly, where she was when I had fallen asleep, but she was moving around now, awake. I sighed contently. It was around nine o'clock in the morning and I had just gotten a great night's sleep with my slithery friend."Good morning, Miles," she cooed in my ear. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close. She giggled. I loved to snuggle her in the morning."Good morning, Tia," I replied with a yawn."Do you know what time it is, Miles?" she asked me. I could tell she was excited about something."No," I replied sleepily, rolling over. "What time is it?""Breakfast time," she said with a grin. "C'mon, Miles! Get up!" I knew she must have something planned.I groaned as I slid my feet off the edge of the bed and sat up.
The Best Birthday Everwritten by: DaNinjaManA large, green snake basked in the warm glow of the late afternoon sun. Her eyes fluttered opened and she yawned deeply. A perfect nap for a perfect day thus far. This was Tia, and today was her birthday. Tonight, her best friend Miles had arranged for several of her closest friends to come to their home for the evening and celebrate. As expected, Tia was very excited; she knew Miles had something very special planned for her, just like every year. She slithered off of her favorite spot on the couch to go find her friend and to wait for her guests.Meanwhile, as the sleepy snake went to get ready for her special night, a huge, black dragon with a red fury mane was flying high above the clouds, searching for a certain home. On its back was a lone passenger with his arms folded; he seemed rather irritated. "I'm telling you, it was the red one!" the passenger said.
My Big, Fat, Christmas Boa 1The alarm clock sounded just before sun rise. My hand shot to the off button almost instantly, as it had been trained to. I sat up in bed, yawned and stretched, then slid my feet off the edge, stood, and walked to the door, rubbing my eyes and wobbling a bit. I walked down to the bathroom in my pajamas. It was still dark outside as I showered and brushed my teeth. I returned to my room, still a little sleepy, dressed, and headed outside.My name is Miles Knight. I'm a 10-year-old kid with blue eyes and ruffled brown hair. I live on a farm with my mom and dad, who were out of town for the week. While they're gone, it's my responsibility to take care of the animals on the farm; that's why I was up so early. It's around mid-December and it's starting to get a little chilly. I had on a jacket, a nice hat, and a scarf for good measure; I didn't want to be sick for Christmas after al
My Big, Fat, Christmas Boa 2My parents arrived home later that afternoon. After a lot of explaining and pleading (and maybe a few tears), they finally agreed to let Tia stay the holidays; it was Christmas after all. However, it wasn't until after they'd agreed to let her stay that we brought up the turkeys. I don't know how many times Tia apologized before they finally calmed down. On top of the fact that we would now have to eat frozen turkey for Christmas dinner, the still a visible lump of turkey churning and digesting in her stomach was almost taunting them. But somehow, after what seemed like an hour of arguing, it was decided that hungry snakes deserve Christmas dinner just as much as anyone else, and while stealing it was indeed wrong, snakes aren't really in much of a position to ask nicely for things, being looked down on by so many people (and wrongfully so in many cases). My parents could tell I had taken a liking to the snake, for whate
Wanderer's LuckWARNING: Contains soft vore and some suspenseful situationsAll characters belong to me.This is my first attempt at a fantasy vore story so please, work with me. I welcome any comments and suggestions as long as they're not too demeaning! Thanks hope you enjoy! In the west of the great continent world of Sounos and deep in the Ballenhill Valley, past the mountains with their ice-tipped peaks and steep summits, there were settlements where small groups of villagers resided-a mainly agricultural people who tended towards the sturdy thatched roof houses and warm central fires in stone-brick cottages. Their main source of food came from the extensive river that ran through their village bringing with it all assortments of fish; big and small, spiked and smooth, in every natural hue. It was able to sustain the village for the long winters that usually occurred during the setting of each year.This clan was lead by one of the strongest warriors of the village, Lucas Thorsveld; a cun