MCYT Secret Santa Gift @mcyt-gt-events
Sleepy snake
This was supposed to be a gift for @bittydragon and iâm so so so sorry that itâs so late and kind of crappy but there will be a part 2 so i can make it đŤđŽđ˝đ˝đŽđť. For now enjoy!
CW// Soft Vore + Cursing
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Wilbur was a complete idiot. But in his defense, the lake wasnât that far from the cabin ok?! He just wanted to attempt to find that pretty salmon again, but he had completely forgotten that it was winter and that meant the fish were gone. Along with any other sensible animal. It also wasnât his fault that the universe truly seemed to hate him and decided a blizzard would be wonderful right as Wilbur decided to head home. He cursed bitterly as he narrowly avoided another tree that just seemed to appear out of nowhere. Prime, he could barely see 5 feet ahead in this stupid blizzard. He could practically hear Technoâs annoying droning about his pathetic lack of survival skills. Then he saw it. In the distance. A giant opening to a cave. Wilbur laughed incredulously. Maybe the universe didnât completely loathe him after all!
With a bit more spring in his step, Wilbur hurried over to the entrance to the cave. He didnât even pause to think about how the vastness of the cave felt a bitâŚoff. All he knew was he was finally out of that gods-forsaken blizzard, with what felt like 3 out of his 4 limbs still intact. He waddled further into the cave, still shivering from the cold that had taken root in his bones. He eventually found a dry spot against a cave wall and settled down, content to pass out for a bit, before he heard it. A strange whooshing sound. Wilbur glanced further into the darkness of the cave, where the sound had come from. The sound came again and Wilbur sat up. What can he say, heâs a curious person. He slowly made her way towards the increasingly loud noise until he saw a vague form in the darkness.
He got closer and slowly became horrified at the sight of what looked to be a child. He could barely make out a head of blonde curly hair. Wilbur couldnât see far enough to see the kids lower half, but he desperately hoped he was wearing a thick pair of pants, because the kid didnât appear to be wearing anything for a top. There was no way that the poor thing wasnât practically frozen solid. Without another thought, Wib began sprinting with energy he didnât know he had towards the fallen child. He realized soon that he had seriously miscalculated the distance between him and the kid and that the kid was a lot closer than he had thought. But- that doesnât make sense, that would mean that either he had poor eyesight or that the kidâŚwasâŚhumongous.
Wilbur stared in increasing horror into the large face of an unconscious giant child. No,wait. Not unconscious. The kidâs eyebrows were furrowed tightly and he was breathing unevenly, letting out short puffs of cold air. âThat explains the weird huffing soundâ Wilbur thought grimly. The childâs cheeks were a harsh red, his eyes were squeezed shut as he weakly fought off the cold. And even though this was a giant (who shouldnât exist, by the way), it was a giant child. And Wilbur had a chronically bleeding heart. So he made his decision. He didnât know how, but he was gonna help this kid, whatever it took. Besides, he was raised by the Blood God and the Angel of Death. He was no stranger to the impossible.
So Wib steeled his nerves and marched up right in front of the childâs nose. Even if he was on the verge of unconsciousness, Wilbur couldnât help but feel a bit intimidated by the poor kid, but he pushed those thoughts away. The kid let out another violent puff of air, blowing Wilburâs hair away from his face and in sort of a knee jerk reaction, Wilbur placed his hand on the tip of the kidâs nose, though it probably looked more like a slap. Not that Wilbur had time to worry about it since he heard a sharp intake of air and 2 things happened in quick succession.
One, Wilbur watched as the boyâs eyes shot open, pupils constricting into thin slits as they landed on his comparatively small form, and he barely had a second to think âblue, just like Philâ before the second thing happened. He felt something cold and smooth wrap around his ankle before his whole world was flipped upside down. Wilbur tried to see what was hanging him upside down and he only caught a glimpse of red before he heard a small pained groan. He turned to see that he was being held up at about eye level with the giant boy, who was slowly sitting up on shaky pale arms. Both arms. So howâŚ? And then he looked and saw what was holding him up. A giant red scaled reptilian tail. One that was connected to the giant boy. Oh no. When the boy had finally sat up, his icy blue eyes focused on Wilbur and suddenly he felt paralyzed. He couldnât move. He could hardly breathe. All he could see were those icy blue eyes. A naga. An honest to gods naga was staring Wilbur down with an emotion that he couldnât focus enough to pick apart. Judgment? Or gods forbid, hunger.
In Wilburâs trance of fear, he didnât notice the boyâs quivering mouth, or his winces of pain with every minute movement. He did notice when the boy ground out a question.
âA-are you fucking stupid?â
Wilburâs brain lagged as he processed the question. What?
âWhy the hell are you here? Iâm not sure if you noticed, but there is very much a blizzard outside right now. In fact, how did you even get here?â the naga snarked
When Wilbur did not respond, the tail holding him gently shook side to side.
âHello? Did you die of cold already? Or did my awesomeness shock you into silence?â the naga asked, as if he wasnât shivering violently every other second.
There was another moment of silence before Wilbur swallowed, channeling Technos monotone deadpan.
âWell maybe if you quit hanging me upside down, i could probably form a coherent sentence and respond to you.â he droned. He didnât expect the kid to jolt like heâd had a sudden realization and a flash of remorse to slide across his face before he was suddenly flipped right side back up.
âCome to think of it, arenât snakes supposed to be asleep for the winter or whatever? That would mean that you would need to be as wellâ Wilbur said as a dry attempt at a joke. Surprisingly, the kids' eyebrows furrowed at the remark.
âI can't hibernate yet, I have to wait for myâŚmaster to come back.â he said sheepishly
It was then that Wilbur looked the child in the eyes for the first time.
âHow long have you been waiting for your âmasterâ to come back, exactly?â Wilbur asked, studying the childâs expression.
âOnly a little while. It doesnât matter anyways, because my master is coming back.â the naga snapped.
Wilbur raised his hands in surrender and it was quiet for all of 5 seconds before he started up again.
âWhy do you need your master to hibernate anyways?â Wilbur asked, leaning lazily against the tail that still held him captive.
The kid's ears twitched as he replied âHe might need me, whatâll happen if heâs in danger and needs protecting and Iâm off somewhere snoozing the winter away. And besides, for me to hibernate, conditions have to be met.â
âWhat, like it has to be 30° exactly for the little snake to get some sleep?â Wilbur teased with a huff of laughter.
âThere has to be someone in my storage.â the kid deadpanned.
It was then that the kid looked at Wilbur. Who couldnât move. A glint grew in the childâs eye. A glint Wilbur did not want to touch with a 60 ft pole.
âYou know⌠I donât have to hibernate all in one go. I can sleep in sections.â The naga stated.
Wilbur felt a bead of sweat make its way down the back of his neck. âThat's⌠interesting,â he mumbled.
âYeah it is. It also means I donât necessarily have to wait for my master to get back to get a little bit of sleepâ the kid purred.
âUm, yes you do- what are you doing?â Wilbur cried out as the tail that was holding him abruptly dropped him into a giant hand.
âFinally getting some real sleep, I hope. I havenât slept properly in 3 wintersâŚâ the naga said quietly as he pinched Wilburâs waist between two clawed fingers.
Wilbur felt a brief flash of sympathy wash over him before it was quickly overshadowed by fear as he was raised above the fanged mouth of the young naga.
âWait! Donât do this man please!â He cried, desperately trying to wiggle out of the nagas hold, to no avail.
The naga paused and brought Wilbur back to eye level. Wilbur let himself hope that maybe he had talked some sense into the naga. That is, until he opened his mouth.
âI promise you wonât die. It wonât even hurt! I swear on the gods.I just have to do this.â the naga croaked before closing his eyes, tilting his head back, opening his mouth and raising Wilbur above it once more.
âNo no NO!â Wilbur cried, panicking as he was lowered into nagaâs mouth. He barely saw how the nagaâs eyebrows furrowed more and more with every desperate cry.
He yelped as he was dropped into the unpleasantly warm cavern. He instantly tried to scramble back to the front of the mouth but the naga had quickly snapped his teeth shut, nearly taking Wilburs hand and effectively sealing his fate in the same breath. Wilbur began to breathe harshly as the world slowly tilted backwards, making him slide to the back of the mouth. He let out one last desperate cry before was gulped down. The whole way down the nagas throat, Wilbur hardly let himself move. This was really happening. His journey came to an end when he finally fell into what looked like the nagas stomach.
Wilbur sat panting in the stomach of the naga, trying his damndest not to cry. What kind of cruel fate was this? To die to a giant sickly snake child? He felt the naga sluggishly poking at him from the outside, but he couldnât even bring himself to lash out at him.
âLittle dude?â the naga asked, the voice reverberating all around him, causing Wilbur to cringe slightly.
âHow could you do this to me?â Wilbur muttered, grieving quietly for the life he was supposed to live.
He felt the naga flinch slightly at his words. He heard a gulp above him and Wilbur felt a tendril of dark satisfaction curl around his heart, pleased that the naga was nervous.
âI told you, I can't go another winter alone.â the naga whimpered.
âSo you fucking swallow me? Kid, the solution to loneliness isnât murder!â Wilbur bellowed.
The naga flinched again before two hands pressed against the stomach. âB-but it isnât murder! You arenât going to die, I-I promised!â
Wilbur laughed humorlessly. âThe gig is up, youâve already swallowed me so Iâm not going anywhere. You donât have to keep up with that ridiculous lie.â
âIâm not lying! You're in my storage stomach idiot!â the naga cried indignantly.
âYeah! A stomach! I donât care what words you put in front of it, a stomach is a stomach, which means I'm going to⌠die.â Wilbur stressed, voice breaking at the last word.
âNono! Nagas have two stomachs, one for consumption and one for storage. The one for storage doesnât have any acids that can kill you.â the naga explained hurriedly.
Wilbur took in the information silently.
âSoâŚiâll be ok?â he asked tentatively
âYes,â the naga exhaled, sounding relieved. âLike I promised.â
âYou did promise, didnât you?â Wilbur said, letting out a tired laugh
The naga didnât respond and Wilbur felt his surroundings shift as the naga curled up quietly.
It was silent for a moment and Wilbur felt his eyes drooping. How absurd. He was quite literally lying in the belly of the beast right now. He leaned back against the walls of the stomach and made himself comfortable. Although the kid had reassured him thoroughly that he wasnât going to die, heâd also made it very clear that he wasnât letting Wilbur go. At least for a little while. He might as well get cozy in his new prison. Just as he was dozing off, he heard a yawn from above followed by a hum.
âTommyâ
ââŚWhatâ Wilbur murmured, only half conscious.
âMy name is Tommy. Just so you knowâ The naga- Tommy confessed.
It was silent for a moment before Wilbur huffed, softly amused.
âIâm Wilbur.â
