Posted on 2020-07-01 10:03:46
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There's a long story to go along with this at the source link. It's less backstory and more elaborating on the actual comic panels.

Posted on 2020-07-01 10:40:36
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Here's the story since not everyone has/wants a furaffinity account.

[spoiler=Story]<<www.furaffinity.net/view/22945637/|Green Around Red>> by <<www.furaffinity.net/user/solidness|solidness>>

Dreaming in the depths of a jungle, the human would have done no better to write on himself that he was alone and vulnerable. Lost too, for there would be no one coming to his rescue when he came across trouble. The human, Red, named for his hair, was struck by the serpent whose body could now descend from the branches above which managed to hold his weight. Red awoke with a short yelp and toppled forward to the ground underneath the streaks of the rippling snake. His brain had not yet processed what was going on before something curled over the nape of his neck. Red’s mind raced back from the comfort of delicious dreams and understood what was sliding across his body was made of scales and powerful muscle with primal knowledge. It was quick, or perhaps it had been making its moves while he slept. Blurry eyes saw that his leg was pinned beneath one of the silent beast’s lengths and once his vision sharpened, adrenaline was an old friend of humanity and was made for situations like this, Red saw the clean surface of the serpent was emerald and its underbelly was a pale lime that was almost white. He could see no head, which was thankful as the tail was proving a hassle to begin with, and continued his fight with the rest of its body. Red could not stand and no matter how much he pushed the snake off of his leg with the other, it would not budge.

A hiss joined the air so slowly that its beginning had not been noticed. The predatory sound arose chills and sent them racing down Red’s back, natural for prey.
“What's this?” His mouth dried up, his breath became shallow and quick as words floated to him through the air. Red almost felt the adrenaline pouring into his muscles to prepare himself for explosive action. Likely he would have one attempt at flight, and any failure to take advantage of that would ensure a tight demise. The tail on the nape of his neck probed as though its user were blind and unsure and it sparked a glimmer of hope in the human’s mind. “A little has one come to give an offering?” There was something against his back, not the tree which he had been resting against because it did not feel like bark, but instead smoother and it pulsed with the motion of tension which firmed and relaxed in a rhythmic pattern. Perhaps if he remained still then the serpent would believe he was not a meal, and escape would be possible. It was a good idea, one that the human had picked up from an overindulgence on wildlife documentaries. He would stay still, he would not be seen in its vision, he would run when it had shrugged itself off of him.

This idea was quashed when the lengths of muscle did not slither away into the mottled green of jungle where it would vanish before it left his eyeline. A yelp of panic began in his lungs and made it halfway up his throat before the clatter of smooth muscle entangled around Red’s face. A loop fell like an immediate sunset over his eyes and covered the majority of his face. Pressed against pale scales, Red’s eyes were shut but his eyebrows flew to the point where his hairline began. The snake settled its circular grip down until it was level and had taken over the human down to his chin. Red felt strength in that small portion of the serpent, the potential to distort his features if it tried. Red lifted one arm and cupped his hand on its body and lifted. It did not budge beneath his fingers until his other hand assisted.

The colours he saw when his eyes were free of the coil were beyond breathtaking. Not only the various and continually shifting hues, but their vibrancy, their despicable saturation. The head of the snake had revealed itself finally. Its mouth hung as though surprised to see him, and the curiously human expression was not that of shock but of convinced superiority. Red’s features turned into that of fear and he prepared to scream out with his open mouth. Had he kept his eyes shut or his gaze away from the entrancing light-show which beamed from the snake then he would have been heard by a few birds and several insects at least. But the sound died in his throat. The idea, and need, to cry out left him as easy as wind blows through leaves. What did come from his slack mouth was instead a single tone.
“Aaah.” spoke Red as if he had just discovered the secret solution to some unproven theorem. Such a feat would have demanded more than the best his brain could generate, and at that moment his mind was not working of his own accord. Red continued to stare as the giant snake’s head swayed back and forth, never breaking eye-contact with him even when Red needed to turn to face it. Each neuron had to fight through a hazy cloud in order to be thought, much like walking alone on a foggy morning. Brains sparked, Red’s fizzed.

He had not noticed when his body reported that it was contained. The sensation of strength holding itself back as it pressed into his skin with soft scales should have inspired terror in him, but the eyes told him that it was comfortable instead. Red believed it over himself. The head then disappeared. He blinked repeatedly as if the remnants of the sheer colours would disappear that easily. They remained in his eye like the afterimage of staring at the sun. The trees opposite him started as a pale shade of dark blue and transitioned to yellow without him noticing.
“Or is it that you are the offering?” spoke the golden voice in his left ear. It asked him a question, but possessed the tone as though it had already found the answer. Red tried to turn himself to look at where it came from; it would have the colours again, but his neck did not respond. Or at least it could not respond. There was a pressure around his head again, around the back this time which cinched whenever he tried to turn. In the peripheral view of his left eye, the lips of the head were visible and the pattern of colours thrown onto its snout were visible like the reflections of light off of a dancing pool.

“Yesss,” The voice hissed and drew the word out to eternity. Each scale around the human shook as it spoke with softness; his body trembled inside its grasp. Red heard it and the stony sound of the coils grinding together as the snake slid forward. Then the eye of infinite colour was less than an inch from his own. It was back, the light reflected throughout his head and shifted like a kaleidoscope. “That must be it.” The snake’s neck surrounded the human’s head and pinned his ears down. Through them, Red heard the private sounds of the snake’s insides; the steady and powerful heartbeat, the slow drawing of breath to which Red’s body was drifting to mimic, and the frequent growls of a stomach yearning for satisfaction. “You are a confused babe,” cooed the serpent and affectionately rubbed against the side of Red’s cheek. “Lost for direction, lost for purpose and you fall for me to decide. Caress me, for I am a God and I am Jajuka.”

Red’s hands were separately lifted to cup the underside of the snake’s lengthy body. His fingers grasped at the scales, one hand almost held the thickness of the neck which laid over the back of his head, while the other curled its fingers around the lower lips of the serpent, of Jajuka. One hand felt his flexing strength, the other registered only to itself when he would exhale and, on occasion, drool.
“Do you want a purpose,” asked Jajuka sweetly. “Something to be remembered for?” Red nodded once in the presence of the lights, and was swiftly put back in place with a coil pushing him back into Jajuka’s neck. “Very well. You have already offered yourself, but I will stress that it was your decision. Your choice to part with yourself and become a fraction of me. How noble of you.” Jajuka’s tail relaxed around its next meal and begun the process of undressing the human. Clothes were not important for him any longer; their intent to protect from the environment was useless. Red’s shirt came off over his head in torn scraps, reduced so by Jajuka’s tail which hooked beneath the lip and temporarily blocked the line-of-sight to the gorgeous eyes. A millisecond of concern returned to him, and the last thought was that of utter confusion.

Then the warm air embraced his nude chest, followed by the gentle weight of the fantastic muscled coils which seized him. His shirt fell off and moved like a grain of sand across the vast desert dunes on top of Jajuka’s powerful bulk, and afterwards was dropped to the grass beneath where it lay undisturbed for several weeks. He had moved above Red, and pressed the length of his snout down the human’s face to make the latter’s nose butt below his brow. His blazing eyes of entrancement were captivating; a mere glance dispelled the thought and returned Red to his dazed state. A coil draped over the crown of his head and reached his shoulder. Its job was to pull the human’s head forward and make sure he did not pull away. It was the shortest and easiest role in the universe. Whichever way Red would have liked to look if he had any sense of agency over his actions was filled with the shifting colours as bright as a summer’s day.
“You have come here to give yourself to me,” said Jajuka, his mouth beneath the human’s gaze opened and closed with wet noises as the surfaces met and the snake drooled, “You’ll become part of something far more powerful.” As he spoke his head gentle turned from side to side and Red followed as best as the loops would allow him. “That is the real generosity of humans, it would be rude of me to decline and so I accept. I’ll accept your surrender.” Jajuka leant forward and pulled the human’s head close in to his own. Red’s arm that was not captured reached up and admiringly stroked the underside of the voracious predator’s jaw.

Red was bare. The agility of the snake had buttoned his trousers and pulled them off with rotating strength which worked them down in small, consistent increments. His underwear came with them and were around his slim ankles and then off into a different heap before he had even noticed. What Red was more focused on was the sensation of his naked and sensitive body being embraced from all sides at once. Jajuka compressed around the human’s groin, and wedged a length of his tail between his legs. Red never broke eye contact, but his expression shifted and became more indulgent. The snake’s face almost seemed to match his relaxing features of the human, even when a blush radiated on his face in the same shade as his hair, all the more visible for his surroundings remaining a rich emerald. Jajuka smiles with his eyes and retreats. The tail over Red’s head frames him and holds him back from following too far.
“I’ll be taking your mind and your body, every inch of it, everything you have.” hisses Jajuka. The human moaned and shifted in his embrace. The loops around him flexed and creaked as he was lifted into the air. Only one of them noticed the grass becoming further away.

Above him and now below him, Jajuka kept the power of his eyes focused on the human’s own, though even if he looked away the latent control would last for days. Red’s eyes were filled with bright yet unequal recreations of the serpent’s original gaze to the point where the original iris and pupil were hidden. The lowest coil of the heap that restrained and pleased him fell away with a thud on the ground. Except it was not the ground, the sheen and barely noticeable pattern of scales at this distance told that it was not grass.
“I have heard that humans will show regret for their actions. You have none, and here’s why.” soothed Jajuka’s voice. The lips opened and revealed the interior of the pink maw which glistened with large droplets of saliva. Red’s breath caught in his throat and the tinge to his exploitable face was becoming more vibrant against the leaves and coils. When the breath rolled over his toes and Jajuka’s tongue slid around his ankle, Red exploded with easily restrained writhing. He squirmed against the weighty, almost lazily piled, loops which replied with their powerful strength and forced a wheezing exhale from him. “That is only a measure of what my throat will hold you with,” He said and relaxed. The human’s feet slid over his tongue like it was ice and headed south towards the serpent’s throat

“You can pull away at any time if you wish.” lied Jajuka as he took the human’s knees into the wet hold of his mouth. The speech would inevitably close the lips around the bare flesh of his leg, and in those moments Red felt the humid, wet surfaces press into his skin and the agile tongue lather against him. His toes seemed to approach a wall instead of the entrance that he should have been heading down. Jajuka took a large, toothless bite and snapped up Red’s hips. He sealed his lips and swallowed the saliva that had pooled on his tongue. The throat opened and admitted the beginning of its overwhelmed prey. With his eyes again, Jajuka smiled at the taste that poured from this human. It was not fear, not even at its base had it been anything of the sort. Was that satisfaction on his skin? It carried the emotion opposite that which Jajuka had been expecting.
“You did not need my hypnosis.” mused the green snake with a smile. Red could not respond, not only due to the enclosing grip around his neck and head which pinned his jaws together, but also Jajuka’s tongue had found something stiff between the human’s legs. He lathered the sinuous organ around the human’s shaft and adored the muffled whimpers as his meal thrashed against his cocoon.

He could not help playing with his food like this. Whenever they had submitted totally then he decided it was the best time to make them squirm, just to enforce his dominance of the smaller, weaker prey. Jajuka was adept at smothering the occasional rise from his meals because he could see it through his eyes. The hypnosis was not one way; control went, the prey’s sight and sensations returned. The tongue coiled around Red’s shaft in a method analogous to those around his entire body, but these were far more active in writhing and moving to torment him. Jajuka licked and flicked and proved why most other snakes considered him beneath them. But he ate regardless, plenty of times and his prey never complained. He aroused himself with the human, feeding off his embarrassed squirming. Even now, Red was squirming as if his life depended on it. His blush was past radiant, and it was continually encouraged by the gulping throat threatening his toes and the snake’s embrace squeezing him in waves. The warmth which then spread from his waist was not as overpowering as that which engulfed his lower body. Jajuka held the human whose resistance had ceased abruptly, and pulled him deeper into his throat.

Red’s ankles felt the magnificent pressure come together around his legs and pin his ankles together with a strength that would ensure they would never part. The soft, circular vice seized around his shins and pulled. Such was the coating of saliva over Red’s lower half that, he slid down and became a chest and arms peeking out from the large maw of the snake. Jajuka heard the human whimper with a voice made weak by layers of hypnotic suggestion and pleasure, while Red heard the snake’s stomach growl in anticipation as vibrations through the coils which stacked around him, and wet squelching emitted from the action of the tongue and soaking mouth reached his ears. Each enjoyed the noise of the other,
“That’s good, human. You are mine now, for nothing that enters, escapes. My throat will lock around your legs and make it impossible to push out, and I will just drag you deeper and deeper. Your mind follows your body, unable to resist my power over you, you have no more thoughts besides surrender.” hissed Jajuka in a smooth set of tones. The serpent continued to speak despite his throat becoming increasingly filled with the slim body of the human, and if he was in control then he might have believed that the voice was actually in his head or even his mind attempting to rationalise it all.

Red’s legs stirred and against that grip which now collected him up to his knees it must have felt like swimming through tar. Bending his toes took herculean effort that the recently awoken human did not possess, separating his feet or parting his knees was unthinkable. Resting the throat’s hungry grasp was exactly the same; it was almost part of his nature to satisfy that hunger. He had offered himself anyway, what kind of person would he be if he did not fulfill his promises? Eye contact held his gaze away from his disappearing body and into Jajuka’s colours. The serpent’s gaze was fierce, the power of it seemed to melt the last vestiges of any resistance or thought from Red’s head. It left one to persist and ensure it became the human’s sole purpose. Jajuka could not see too much left of his meal; that which was exposed to the air instead of his throat was mostly contained within the loops of his tail. He had one around the boy’s chin, a second around the bottom of his mouth that secured itself at the back of his head, and a third mocking a royal crown that took his brow and let the tip of his tail play idly in the copper forest atop his head.

For only a few more moments, Jajuka played with the food in his mouth. He slurped on the vulnerable body and made loud and rude noises with it. Some were sodden and a few were untranslatable to print. Red joined in a few times, not because this was a duet and it was expected of him, but instead because his thrashing, exhausted body could only hold the sensations to it as physical for a short while. Jajuka’s meal blushed a furious ruby, the open mouth behind the second coil panting agape. In his grasp the human appeared to sag; Red merely relaxed permanently and the coils demonstrated the total opposite. Jajuka’s body thumped and flexed as he and the human matched. He responded with a fierce round of embrace around Red’s entire body; soft and with enough pressure to mold the human into a thin shape. The human’s burning face was amusingly bright in the view of Jajuka’s heat pits, he flamed like a spotlight in the darkness or a slab of metal in need of quenching. For the latter, the metal was usually slid into tall and slender vats of a particular oil which prevented the metal from cracking and kept its structure intact. Red made no real sound as he was partly lowered, partly pulled into the encompassing throat which eagerly accepted him in. With each swallow, the inches of his body vanished. His thighs closed together and it appeared as though they had fused.

With the heat of the serpent’s throat, the pressure from those powerful muscles and the continual basting of saliva over his bare skin it felt to the human as if he were melting. In his mind, amplified by the hypnosis from what he could still see from the snake’s eyes, Red imagined he was congealing into a single mass where the powerful strength would mold him from his form now into something else. It could make him far more useful.
“What are you thinking, human?” asked Jajuka despite the fact he knew, with his lips opening and closing on Red’s clavicle. Each time the mouth opened he could see into the deep maw which held half of his body. Far off in the darkness he could see where the mouth ended smoothly and beyond was the utter tightness which manipulated his legs. “What shall I make of you? Your offering will go towards strengthening me, it will become my muscle, it will become warming fat. You will replenish me.” His voice did not boom any longer; it was far more in a whispering tone which had the effect of exaggerating the numerous hissing parts to his speech as well as not drowning out the more subtle parts of consumption. That being the constant slimy dragging of his body as the throat managed his inevitable descent, and the slithering of Jajuka’s tongue over his chest and tempting at his neck.

Eye contact was broken. Red’s mind would take several hours to find itself again, and would do so somewhere down the serpent’s tremendous bulk surrounded by intense and crushing darkness. Some of Red’s body was already experiencing it and now his face was halfway there too. Jajuka had opened wider than ever before and relaxed the strength of his throat just this once. Red descended with a symphony of wet sounds until his hips and part of his waist passed the entrance of Jajuka’s throat. His hands slid off the snake’s snout and momentarily waved in the air as Jajuka’s tongue pulled Red’s elbows together above the human’s head. Then the mouth was closed, and Red’s face was squeezed between the tongue beneath him and the soft palette of Jajuka’s mouth from above against his features. Saliva poured around his head as the snake tasted the sizzling cheeks of Red. Jajuka made the motions that would be most similar in humans as passing water between the cheeks and perhaps sucking on a human-sized and flavoured lollipop.

Red, in his cocoon of muscle and strength, thrashed to the best of his abilities. Not to free himself as there were impossible things in this life and this was certainly one of them, but instead because he was halfway down a throat of power and the snake was toying with him. His tongue constricted his face and held him away from the unceasing, black tunnel, but gravity and lazy playfulness would win eventually. In infinity, eventuality was just around the corner.
“Delicious.” cooed Jajuka as he swallowed the saliva and drew Red down until just his chin was protruding and his fingers were inside the lips. The last straw for the human was being enjoyed. To know his taste was more than pleasant, it was the cherry on top. His hair aside, though it was sodden and slicked permanently back, Red enjoyed it as much as Jajuka.

“Aaah~”
The clearing had become solitary. Jajuka swallowed and let out a sound of sheer satisfaction. His tongue wiped across his lips, wet with a layer of saliva which had been passed over the human's face. It still held his taste, and Jajuka savoured it. The usual stain of fear was not present in his flavour, as instead the lingering sensation was that of interest. Perhaps biological curiosity at being eaten but from the look of the adorable ruby-tinged cheeks in the last few seconds of exposure, Jajuka was not too confident in that. So he watched as the shape; foreign yet internal move with glacial pace down his neck and into his eternal throat. Now he was curious, Jajuka quizzically stimulated the human and was delighted when he responded by thrashing inside him.
“So much effort for no victory,” mused Jajuka. “What is it like in there for you?” The snake would never receive his answer.

To Red it was hugely physical. Jajuka’s throat kneaded and stretched and compressed him with unparalleled strength from the tips of his fingers to his toes. His naked body was totally overwhelmed and whenever Red mounted any paltry resistance then the circular walls with the power of a hundred men would break it down. If he flexed a finger, then waves of tightness would swim up and down his frame until his muscles shuddered and he was made limp almost everywhere. The slick walls covered with warm, almost hot, saliva seemed to meld with his flesh for how inseparable they were. It always formed to him and restricted his movement as it passed him along. Red came: several times to the encompassing darkness, several to the slick lubricated walls which went on forever, and several times to the sounds that vibrated him rather than his ears alone. The echo of his own voice, the slow breathing of the calm predator after a meal, the growling of a stomach which had not yet accepted his body, and the wet sounds of the throat opening around his feet, sliding over him, and then sealing around his fingers.

Jajuka watched him go from his safe perch in the trees. The giant trunk had held him on the way down and with a little extra on the way up and now it supported the hanging coils from its branches. Red was in one of them, and in a few hours another, and another by nightfall. The snake rested his head on the bulge in his body which sunk slowly and fought with more time and less strength between each bout.
“Your tribute, dear little one, has been accepted.” whispered Jajuka privately. His meal was a practical match; flaming hair and sizzling cheeks and would forever keep the serpent warm at night.[/spoiler]

Posted on 2020-11-08 23:11:01
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Well, I'll be gladly offer myself as tribute