Part 1) Coincidental Incidents
Part 2) Round One: The Jungle - Jim Jambalaya
Part 3) Round Two: Dark Caves - Dancing & Dining in the Dark

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Disclaimer: This story contains sexual interactions of a somewhat unusual kind (naga and huge dragontaur, with a non-anthro snake sort of thrown in), as well as macro/hyper, transformation, merging, vore, anal vore and a tiny bit of sounding/cock insertion content. So, if you're a kid who shouldn't be reading this, or are more normal than I, and don't like that sort of thing, don't complain afterwards.

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The Jungle - Jim Jambalaya

Round One Entry for Lucca Manadragon's Vore Contest - By Amethystine


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A portal appeared in the midst of a sizable clearing.

Amethystine, the reddish brown scaled serpent, emerged from said supernatural passage, clad in a thick white lab coat that knocked quietly with the sound of hard plastic test tubes. As he slid his lengthy python-naga body through the shimmering magical gateway between worlds, he was immediately struck by the change in climate. The air that surrounded his snout as he completed his teleportation had been like a wall of warm wetness as it passed from the cool, dry, unnaturally perfect atmosphere of the pavilion into the sweltering steaminess of the jungle.

He breathed in deeply through his nostrils as he flicked his long black tongue, casually pulling open his lab coat while scanning the tree line before him. Not only was he smelling the area in more than one way, he was actually revelling in the new world he found himself occupying. "Feelsss like.. home!" he mused to no one in particular, idly placing a hand in one of his pockets. He found a piece of paper within the pouch of cloth that he knew should not have been there and promptly read it. The note appeared to be from the mysterious master of the tournament and contained details about the 'arena' into which he had just passed.

He looked up to find the tower that the author of the note had claimed would be plainly visible to him. The spire was indeed visible, and it was also his destination.. as well as that of his opponent, a green and blue anthro dragon that appeared to have odd brown patches on his shoulders and the backs of his hands. The snake considered what had appeared, to him, to be one of the more appetizing contestants that had been present. A lot of the others had seemed like overly vibrant artificial animals of some kind. The snake's mind drifted to thoughts of the only really interesting specimens that had been on display, a raptor-like gryphon, and the draconic naga who had been running the show.. he shook his head to clear it of certain irrelevant thoughts and re-focused on the tower before leaning forward to glide his way into the thick undergrowth.

As he slipped into the darkness created by the thick canopy, he pondered the information that had been placed in his coat's pocket as he left the meeting of assembled contestants. He was to devour his rival. As he ascended a tree without much thought on either matter (both devouring others whole and climbing trees came naturally to the arboreal species of python), he considered whether he had been chosen because his meal-time mannerisms had been found out, or just because he fit a certain anatomical demographic. Sure, he was a serpent, but it did not mean he was _instantly_ someone who consumed others for fun. It was stereotyping! The fact that the stereotype held true had nothing to do with it.

That was the sort of thing that occupied his mind while he wandered through the dizzying heights of the thick, twisted roadway that was the jungle's canopy. As a tree-dweller, he was instinctively able to traverse the branches and formulate a meandering path that took him to the tower easily. His open lab coat allowed him to use his entire scuted front to slither smoothly along the winding limbs, like a more natural serpent would.

He would have chosen that route, even if the untamed world hadn't contained carnivorous plants and beasts, thanks to it being so comfortable for him. As it was, he knew that any beast that was large enough to be a formidable carnivore or a threat to him wouldn't live in the trees.. and any man-eating plant worth its salt would want to live on the ground to be ABLE to prey on those larger beasts that surely must have dwelt on the dense jungle floor.

Of course, there are exceptions to every rule, as Amethystine should have realized.. for he himself was just the sort of example of the exception. Giant snakes! They did indeed live in the trees of that world, which was something the lamia learned quite quickly when one lunged at him as he passed by peacefully.

Ambush predators, how could he have forgotten?

That was the sort of thing that occurred to him as the blood rushed to his head while hanging halfway to the ground below, upside down. A good portion of his pythonic length was caught up in a similarly scaled set of coils that clung to him and a corresponding branch, constricting and hissing hungrily down at him. Naturally, the naga had not seen much of his capture, thanks to the speed of which it had occurred. He cursed his own species' supreme snatching skills.

Amethystine groaned and shook his head as the pressure on his hide helped even more of his blood flood into his brain to disorient him. Tugging on his coat to free it from a snag on another branch, he got a look at the completely green snake that was attempting to make him into a pancake-snake, spotting its flickering tongue getting a bit too forward with his own squirming tailtip. As his coat fell down around his arms to hang straight 'up' from his perspective, Amethystine figured that his assailant assumed it had the head of a smaller snake at its mercy.. and he kept up the charade to keep it from gathering up more sensitive parts of his form, such as his lungs. Said sacs of air had been spared, as the elongated lungs resided in the first number of feet of his long loops. The worst the snake had was his stomach and much of his intestines.

Muttering something about the green menace above trying to 'constrict the crap' out of him, Ame fumbled for a particular potion in his coat. It proved rather difficult, as he risked having the garment slip from his smooth scaled arms if he lowered them both at once to access the heavy hanging arsenal.

When he had finally secured the serum that would set him free, a fun little formula for becoming super slimy that he thought would be wonderful to worm free from the wild snake's simple seizure, the aforementioned serpent sunk its teeth into his tail, shattering Ameth's notion that it wouldn't begin to consume him until he had stopped being so darn alive. Clearly, that malicious master of ceremonies who had arranged the arenas had additionally altered the animals to also be eager eaters, consuming contestants whole and alive, just the way they themselves did.. and just the way the coordinator of the contest loved to look upon, Amethystine assumed.

Upon the forceful introduction of several teeth into his tail, the serum slipped from his grasp and fell 'up', away from his gaze. "DAMNIT!" he cried, as it plummeted and bounced off of a bulbous blue bulb of a bloated but benign bloom. At least, it had seemed harmless before it reared up at the perceived pummelling, a plant that could clearly kill the constrictor who was unlucky enough to be hanging over it like a worm on a hook.

Amethystine cursed again as he saw the fearsome flower's immediate area flowing with a suddenly squirming set of vines, a number of which began to wander their way upwards in search of food. The python was beginning to get worried, especially with the other snake starting to swallow him, a stretching jaw and a slimy maw starting to envelop his tailtip with the wild beast's warm breath.. and its breadth. He no longer wanted to escape the snake and drop harmlessly to the ground below, mostly due to the fact that the ground had been completely replaced by a rather ravenous, royal blue rose.

Sighing and beginning to go through his potions mentally, Ame attempted to ignore the gradual gulping that was getting nearer to his nethers.. and the rose's riled rustling below. He came up empty, not seeing any way to get away from the metaphorical frying pan without being eaten by the metaphorical fire. He crossed his arms and frowned as the smaller serpent's swallowing slowly sucked his scales deeper, stretching over his thickening tail. He had considered trying to curl up and take on the lesser loopy one, but he knew it would have been impossible to remove the attacker's coils or even coil it in return without just adding to the tight squeeze on his own body.

As his mind turned to barbaric bludgeoning of the snake, he hit upon another, easier idea. "If you can't beat them.." he trailed off as he went digging through his coat again. Quickly grabbing the vial, he wound around to be upright once more, just long enough to down the drink.

Right away, he could feel the snake's coils loosen, then tighten. Most likely in surprise as he was no longer able to swallow any further, his jaw no longer pulling back up from the naga's back to inch over his flesh. The other ophidian was certainly confused as his lips began to fuse with the larger one's back. Amethystine moaned softly as he felt his obstacle becoming a boon.. shuddering as their two similar forms were merged! He smiled and rubbed over the slowly flattening face of the other snake, having gained and used the ability to control the coils of his 'cousin', shifting them to watch him wilt and sink into his scales.

"..conjoin them," he finished, chuckling. The potion had been called 'Merging Melange' for a reason.

Hissing and unwinding his new increased length, he found it to be a good extra 10 feet to his previous 30 or so, although with questionable camouflage capabilities, the mottled brown with angular gold patches shifting sharply to green near the end of his new naga anatomy.

Waving goodbye to the hungry plant below, Amethystine slithered off, amusing himself with the idea that the whipping vines were actually waving back.

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The rest of the journey to the tower was uneventful, as Ame took a little longer in carefully flicking his tongue to scent for other examples of the green snake species. Although he thought one of them would just as soon jump him to mate, now that his hindquarters and musk was that of the alien species.

Arriving at the designated destination, the serpent spied his opposition leaning against one corner of the roughly square structure. The anthro dragon had his wings lightly laying alongside the two walls that came together under his spine. He was also masturbating.

The python was surprised, but pounced into the clearing around the building all the same, attempting to catch his quarry, quite literally, with his pants down.

"Aha!" cried the constrictor, coiling up on the spot before lunging again. He could have jumped right on top of the dragon, but he wanted to see what was so special about the over-sexed individual.

The green and blue one gained a few rather red patches on his face as he was caught in the act, yelling, "Ack!" He let go of his erection and covered himself up with his wings after a moment's hestation. Ame was pretty sure the biped had been clothed at the pavilion, so he guessed that the dragon had lost his clothes in some scuffle on the way to the tower. Ame was right, but not in the right way.

"Got bored, did you..?" asked Amethystine.

"I.. I have to do that.. especially after I--" he interrupts himself with a loud belch, a hand going to his belly.

The python nodded and smirked, "Ah, after dinner delight. I underssstand.. in fact, I might jussst do sssomething sssimilar after my own meal!" he pounced forward as he finished speaking, trying the traditional tactic.

The winged one leapt away at the last second, the need to protect his modesty having left his wings less than ready to add to his ascent. "No, that's not it.. but I'll show you what I did to get so full.. and so horny!" He swooped down to land on all fours, some distance behind the naga. He reared his head back on his slight neck before springing it forward to roar. His roar was more impressive than the snake thought it would have been, and his neck stretched forward as his chest barrelled out below him, deepening the guttural bellow to something even more fearsome. Quickly, his hands became foreclaws that pawed and ripped at the ground, his form turning into something more feral.. at least below his neck.

Said neckline swiftly shifted into a waistline as the transforming neck flexed back upwards into the familiar flattened cylinder that had constituted his torso before.. new arms sprouting from the new shoulders as a reborn, more massive musculature materialized all over his swelling form. He was a shapeshifter! He was turning into a huge dragon-taur with a giant-sized version of his former upper body perched atop a pure dragon lower half.

The python had not just passively watched it happen, though. He plucked a pink potion from his coat and calmly consumed it, a shimmer of glimmering something or other passing rapidly over his long form before leaving him apparently unaltered. He stood his ground as the huge hulk of a dragon stomped closer, stampeding to snatch the snake from the ground as soon as he was finished re-forming himself.

Clutched in the taur's crushing grip, the snake squirmed, letting his body hang below and drag along the ground between his opponent's legs.. his length winding up laid out below the big belly, as well as the equally big boner the dragon was sporting. As the shapeshifter licked his lips and prepared to swallow the snake's head, he paused and removed the lamia's lab coat. "Oops! I wouldn't want to eat my after dinner napkin, would I?" he quipped before pulling the python up to his lips and licking over his smooth, scuted front, drooling over his upper body.

"After dinner, eh? Wouldn't that make it a kleenex.. I've ssseen what you do after you eat, ShapeShifter!" retorted the naga, straining to reach his improved length to something useful, as well as attempting to buy time.

"Hrmph! I told you, that's not it.. I get horny after I transform! And the name is Jim! --Okay, I do get horny when I eat people, but that's new for meeeeeeeEEE!" he said, explaining and then 'eeep'ing loudly as the snake's green tail grabbed the taur's trouser snake, contorting around it tightly before beginning to massage.

"Yesss, I sssee.. you sure do get horny easssily.." he grinned and gyrated around the girthy member.

Growling, the dragon yanked on the arousing Amethystine and stuck him into his mouth to start swallowing. Before he could do much, he realized that his mighty tug hadn't dislodged the snake like he thought it might have. He looked down and went cross-eyed at the length of red-brown coil that was tightly stretched up from between his forelegs. He knew snakes were supposed to be a bit elastic, but that was ridiculous!

The pink potion had been named "Bubblegum Bonanza" for a reason.

As Jim tried to pull the firmly entrenched snake from off of his nethers and swallow the squishy specimen down, the python only held on and ground the hell out of the massive meat encircled inside his coils, stretching himself further to use his tailtip to fondle the taur's balls.. he slowly felt the draconic one's efforts lessening as he started to lose the battle.. not to the naga, but more to his own robust libido.

Slowly the snake stretched farther, keeping the tension so taught that his torso was forced against his opponent's front teeth and lips, only barely held inside his damp maw.. the serpent was slickened severely, almost slipping free a few times as they both struggled. As things continued, the constrictor figured that the shifter wouldn't be able to hold his hearty new shape for _that_ long. He knew some shifters, they couldn't keep it up forever, especially not while so distracted.

Deciding that one more distraction was in order, Ame finally managed to plunge his bright green tailtip into the dragon's tailhole. The invaded taur's jaw went slack as he groaned and clenched his backside around the intrusion, Amethystine's upper body flopping out and onto the ground between the two huge fore-paws.

They both grinned and looked at one another, saying: "I got you now."

Both shared a look of dubious reaction before the larger one's rear began to swallow the serpent's tail, confirming the drake's exclamation and cementing his smirk.. while Amethystine was left to cling to his competitor's cock and wonder why he hadn't considered anal consumption.

The taur moaned softly as his backside sucked on the snake's tail, stretching it from the other end of his grip on Jim's goods. At that point, the python knew he would have to take some risks, so he wrapped himself around the rock-hard shaft and placed his head against that of the pointed draconic dick, beginning to go all out in his plan to pleasure the taur who had him in his unconventional clutches once again. Amethystine started to stroke, caress, lick and give Jim an all around 'snake job', winding his coily form around him more, flexing his firm loops to leave the big boy breathless.

Pre poured from the massive maleness, which he used to slicken his full body fornication with the hot, heavy, hanging shaft.. all the while, the taur's tailhole only got more and more greedy in the excitement, pulling more and more python into itself, into the strong innards of the sizable scaly, the stretched length secured in Jim's belly. Naturally, the elastic naga's nature made it a much longer process to pull the extended legless form inside. He continued to win as Amethystine's ploy to use his pre back-fired somewhat, causing the lamia to loosen from his throbbing length of flesh.

Eventually, the naga was left with only one option, and he prayed that the shapeshifter had not yet learned the last little lewd trick.

Gripping the thick head-ridge of Jim's angular dragonhood, he plunged his snout into the organ's opening, invading the seeping sex's sensitive insides.

Jim, who had been panting, moaning and groaning, waiting for his body to finish off his adversary.. gasped. Then he half-roared and half cried with his overwhelming and sudden explosive orgasm. The unexpected and completely unfamiliar experience blew a small part of his mind. Clearly, he had not yet tried consuming someone with his cock.

Said cock came with quite some fanfare, forcing the python free, blowing him backwards to swing around against the base of the taur's maleness, due to his anchored position. As a torrent of thick white fluid flowed out a few feet away, a testament to Jim's pleasure.. Ame found something quite pleasing to himself.

Finally calming, the next thing the dragon knew, he was shrinking back down to normal size and shape, moaning and rolling around in delight.. as well as in a deep puddle of his own bliss. He grinned, feeling the thick presence in his backside.. 'That naga must still be trapped under my tail,' he thought dreamily as he felt the serpentine length squirming.

He opened his eyes to see the python standing in front of him on his coils, as calm as can be.. waving his not-captured tailtip at the incapacitated contestant.. his _brown_ tailtip, that had a few teeth-marks in it. Where was the bright green gone? And what was causing the pleasant plumpness in Jim's plumbing?

"Whaa..?" was Jim's only word before the feral snake struck him and wound around his chest, rearing up to hiss angrily at his captor. The merging potion had worn off and the animal was not happy to find his tail being devoured by the dragon's butt!

Amethystine had found the disoriented denizen of the jungle beginning to resurface on his coils and had yanked his tail free before the green snake was able to settle his many hook-like teeth back into the naga's hide.

"Whew! That wasss fun, wasssn't it?" Ame asked as Jim had his breath taken away for the second time that day. "But I guesss I ssstill have to eat you.. and I might asss well have YOU, too," he said, peering at the bad boa.

"Alright, you win.." Jim finally admitted defeat as the green serpent sucked on his chin. The short-sighted snake then began to envelop and swallow Jim's snout. It would only be able to get as far as the dragon's wing-bases, though, Ame could tell. Still, he thought it was amusing that Jim would be eaten by two snakes at once while HE ate both his obstacles to winning the contest for that round.

Still possessing his powerful stretchiness (it would wear off soon enough), the naga opened extra wide and snapped his jaws shut over the shapeshifter's face and wing-tops, the drake's eyes still uncovered enough to see both sets of scaly lips moving to make him a meal.

Swiftly stretching over them both, the python swallowed the pair down to the dragon's chest, where the boa's coils restrained any farther reformations of a 'robust' nature. With size increases out of the way, shrinking would only leave him as an easier morsel to snack upon.

Another speedy stretch with the help of his strong but tired coils had the lamia licking lightly at the light green and blue dragon's dampened 'down under', appreciating the added taste before continuing to swallow him down. The shapeshifter and his new 'friend' were both stuffed into the snake's gullet with a series of gripping gulps, gliding down smoothly as he sucked up Jim's legs and tail. They slid into a soft, steamy stomach that set about to settle them in place and begin breaking them down.

Meanwhile, in the outside world, a somewhat fatter Amethystine made his way into the tower to discover that a new portal had opened once one opponent was fully within the belly of the other.

He was just about to slither into the rip in reality when he paused, idly pondering the possibility of holding off on his departure, so he could take a cue from his latest meal and engage in some 'After Dinner Delight' with his needy naga nethers...

One way or another, though, Amethystine soon entered the exit, eager to see who was going to engorge him next!