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On Friday, January 17, 2003 5:11:44 PM UTC-8, Skipai Da Otter wrote:
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> Natural Alarm System.
>
> By
>
> Skipai Goldwright (c) 2003. This story cannot be re-posted,
> re-distributed or copied/edited in anyway without my prior permission
> beforehand. This is a adult based story with adult based references
> in it. If you are not of legal age to read this story then please do
> not read.
>
> Please visit my website at:
> http://homepage.ntlworld.com/skipaiotter/index.html for more of my
> stories.
>
> ***
>
> Joral padded silently through the undergrowth next to the path, his
> large pink ears flickered about now and again as he stopped now to
> listen to the noises about him. Joral was a rat who was securely
> known to himself as being a thief, surviving from taking things from
> others. While staying still for a moment as voices came from
> somewhere up ahead in the road, he began to think on how he got
> himself in this mess in the first place..
>
>
>
> Joral really needed to get out of the rain, which was pouring down at
> the time as he placed his paw onto the fence and sniffed the damp
> air, the rank smell of urine in the air as he smiled then moved his
> head to look ahead again, he saw the building, dark and damp with
> moss growing out of the cracks in the rock. Looking to where he
> could see faint light coming out from the windows, he noticed that
> they were actually dirty on the inside and hadn't been cleaned. With
> a smile, he moved swiftly to the door and opened it.
>
>
>
> The whole room went silent as Joral felt a lot of eyes staring at him
> for a moment then went back to their business of talking in hushed
> voices. Moving past several tables, some of the occupants around
> slumped over in a drunken state, their paws still clasped around the
> bottle as they lay in their own spilled drink. Taking no much notice
> of anyone that he passed by, Joral came to the bar and sat down on
> the bench and looked at the bartender staring at him.
>
>
>
> The bartender was a old fox, with one eye permanently closed due to a
> large scar the went down his right side. Missing one ear, he frowned
> with the other one and coughed. "What it be?"
>
>
>
> Joral placed some copper coins onto the bar and replied back just as
> blunt. "Y' best ale if y' actually have any." He saw the bartender
> nod his head and move off muttering to himself under his breath.
> Joral just sat there, looking about the room as his ears twitched
> slightly, the left ear itching more than the others due to a injury
> in the past resulting in a part being ripped away. Moving his paw up
> to scratch at his ear, he turned back around to see the bartender
> drop the mug onto the bar, spilling some of the ale. "There you go."
> He turned his head and frowned at the two ferrets demanding a drink.
> "Alright, alright. I be right with you." Moving off again to leave
> Joral to his thoughts.
>
>
>
> Taking hold of the mug into his thin pink paw, Joral moved it to his
> lips and took a long swig of the foul tasting ale that began to burn
> the back of his throat and he swallowed it down, feeling the warmth
> returning to his body from the cold he had endured for most of the
> day. Before he could take another swig, he felt something hit him on
> the back and went forwards, the mug falling out of his paw and
> spilling it's dark black content onto the stained wood and flowing
> over the sides onto the wall. Moving to grip his knife, Joral
> growled and pushed backwards, sending the weight flying off him into
> another table, which had three people playing a drinking game. With
> a crash the table collapsed to the floor, sending the three occupants
> to the floor.
>
>
>
> Slipping off from his stool, Joral leapt to the squirrel that was
> lying flat on his stomach across the table and landed right down on
> top of him. With one paw, he pulled hard on the ears, making the
> squirrel cry out before stopping suddenly as the feel of cold steel
> reached his throat. Swallowing around the blade while his eyes
> looked about rapidly for any help but not getting any, he started to
> plead. "Sorry, sorry. I didn't mean t' knock into y' or anyone
> else. I pay for any damages or drinks."
>
>
>
> The blade slowly moved away from the squirrel as Joral got up from
> the shaking form and grabbed hold of the clothing and pulled the form
> up to his feet. "Fine, then y' don't mind paying for 4 ales for me
> and the three here." Moving a paw still holding the blade who had
> since got up from their fallen stools and nodded their heads to the
> worlds. Moving his muzzle closer to the squirrel's ear. "And make
> sure that it's the good stuff as well." Moving his head backwards he
> called out to the bartender. "Four mugs of y' finest ale. This one
> is paying." Twirling around and pushing the squirrel to the bar
> while the others in the room laughed. "And if he can't pay for them,
> we cut 'im up and he can pay by giving up a warm stew, aye!" Looking
> about again before the rest nodded their heads and shouted. "AYE!"
>
>
>
> The bartender shook his head and leant down to where the squirrel was
> gripping the edge of the bar to keep himself steady and whispered.
> "What am I going to do with you, eh? I hope you got payment for the
> drinks?"
>
>
>
> Nodding his head, the squirrel pulled out some coins from his purse
> and placed them onto the bar with a mutter. "I think I drank t' much
> tonight. Last of my money as well. Maybe I should go rob that
> holt."
>
>
>
> Seeing the rat come near, the bartender bared his fangs and muttered.
> "Shhh. Do not speak such things here. You know no one will go
> there." Moving away as Joral sat down again beside the squirrel and
> looked at him with a frown. "So, what's this about a holt?"
>
>
>
> Swallowing as the bartender placed the mug down in front of Joral and
> gave the squirrel another warning stare before heading off with the
> other three mugs to deliver to the other party that had moved to
> another part of the room, while the broken table lay on the floor.
> Taking a deep breath the squirrel rubbed his paw about his neck and
> swallowed again, still feeling some effect from the blade a few
> moments beforehand. "Oh there's this holt that has t' otters living
> there. Some say that they have a lot of treasure hidden in their
> underground home. Some have tried t' rob the place but are never
> seen again. Probably driven away by the t' otters or killed."
>
>
>
> Joral continued to listen as he picked up the mug again. "Go on."
> He spoke before taking another swig of the new filled mug. Not
> hearing anything he swallowed the ale and placed the mug onto the bar
> before turning to face the squirrel. "Are y' deaf? What's y' name?"
>
>
>
> Stuttering slightly. "Name? Oh it's Carvel." Replied the squirrel.
>
>
>
> The rat's head moved closer to Carvel's and he opened his mouth, the
> yellow teeth showing as he breathed all over the squirrel as he
> spoke, just as his paw wrapped about the neck. "Well, Carvel. Y'
> still want t' be my supper?" He saw the squirrel shake his head.
> "Well, then. I want t' know all about these otters. Now speak."
> Releasing his paw from the squirrel and moving back to his original
> position and turned to face Carvel again.
>
>
>
> Carvel swallowed, but continue to explain the story to the rat. How
> there were two otters. One completely black as night, while the
> other one was completely white. They lived a fair while down the
> road where the river lay. "Y' see, there is a bridge that goes over
> the river, but there place if t' the left of it just as y' arrive.
> Travel a bit more and y' reach it or so it seems."
>
>
>
> Joral continued to listen about how well their home was hidden from
> anyone else, that no one knew where the entrance was to their home
> but the squirrel thought he knew. "It's where there are t' old oak
> tree's are. I think they use it t' support the roof of their home.
> However, maybe someone else here knows the exact location, I just
> don't know as I have only heard from rumours about the place." It
> continued on about how the two otters moved out and disappeared for a
> time but always seemed to manage to survive. Rumours began to spread
> that they have managed to get their paws onto some huge treasure and
> that no one has managed to confirm the claims.
>
>
>
> Looking into the mug, Joral found that it had long since been emptied
> and he placed it back down onto the bar with a grin. The thought of
> getting hold of some of that treasure filled in his eyes before
> speaking out quietly so that only Carvel could hear. "Then I will go
> and steal this treasure for my name isn't Joral I come back with
> gold." He smiled. "So are they away right now?"
>
>
>
> Carvel didn't reply. "I want a cut of the treasure if y' want t'
> know."
>
>
>
> Frowning he nodded his head, knowing that this would come up at
> somepoint and looked at Carvel for a moment in silence. "Fine, y'
> get five percent of what I make. And that's the best offer y' get as
> well."
>
>
>
> "But." The squirrel blurted out and saw the look on the rats face
> before nodding his head. "Fine. That will do me fine. They were
> seen leaving a few days ago. They won't be back for a while so y'
> have enough time but I can't be sure. They kinda come back when they
> feel like it."
>
>
>
> Moving from his stool, Joral nodded his head. "Well, I best get on
> with it then." He smiled at Carvel. "I see y' around. Just pray
> this isn't some wind up or I kill y' when I get back, regardless if
> y' ran or not." Turning around, he headed for the exit..
>
>
>
> Eager eyes watched the two foxes move along the road, keeping
> undercover from the hedge as Joral didn't dare breathe. He thought
> about Carvel and smiled to himself, one of his paws keeping hold of a
> branch within the hedge. How could he be so stupid. As if Joral had
> plans on sharing anything at all with anyone. Once he had the
> treasure, he would be on his way out of here. He didn't want to face
> any angry otters that was for sure. They were the only ones that
> scared him. Especially around water and the way that you couldn't
> fight against them in that situation. Looking to the left where the
> two foxes had vanished into the dark, the faint voices still being
> carried to his large ears, he slipped out of the bush and stood up
> and gave a stretch, the clothes damp from the rain as his fur
> glistened in places. Moving towards the bridge he could hear the
> running water along the river.
>
>
>
> A short while later, after Joral had moved off the road, he made his
> way through the thick undergrowth next to the river, making sure to
> not disturb anything at all, his nimble footpaws moved about while
> sometimes he felt his tail gripping hold of branches to give him less
> weight to break anything on the floor. He didn't want to break
> anything or leave any tracks. Of course this took a while but with
> the cover of night, Joral didn't really care. Looking up ahead as
> his small eyes took in the faint surroundings, the two tall thick oak
> tree's were visible in the distance. Coming to a stop in the middle
> of the two thick trunks, Joral looks about slightly, kneeling down to
> listen to the dark world surrounding him and slowly looked to where
> the river ran freely. Finding a hole in the tree he smiled and
> looked up.
>
>
>
> Slowly he began to undress as he dropped his knife onto the ground,
> wanting to have dry clothes for when he was ready to leave this
> place. Folding the clothes up neatly, he bit down into them and
> began to climb the tree, moving his legs apart to get better support
> as his sharp claws dug into the bark, his balls swinging slightly as
> he gritted his teeth to the cold wind blowing against them and pulled
> himself up further until he was eye level with the hole. Sniffing
> slightly and detecting nothing at all, he let go of the bark with one
> paw and pushed his clothing inside before heading back down again
> slowly. Giving a slight sigh of relief as he felt his footpaws touch
> the cold damp grass again, he looked about and stood perfectly still.
>
>
>
> Joral was average for a rat of his age. He had a slim build, his
> grey fur glistened in the moist air. Having a slim body which curled
> about slightly as it went down to the bottom, the only un-furred
> parts being his footpaws, handpaws and his thick pink tail that
> curled about slightly around his left leg. Having dark fur around
> his back, which went to a pale grey/white colour around his belly,
> with two small pink nipples showing. Having a small thin sheath
> which stuck out slightly, the pink moist opening at the top before
> the two white orbs hung down between his legs.
>
>
>
> Picking up the knife lying on the damp ground, his tail came around
> to his front and the tip began to wrap about the handle. Leaving the
> knife to go behind him, securely in place, Joral slowly padded over
> to where the edge of the bank was and looked down into the dark cold
> river flowing by him. Looking up again, he gave a slight shiver
> before diving in without so much of a splash. Joral gasped as he
> expected to when he felt the freezing water surround his body, glad
> that he put the knife with his tail to look after that kept a very
> tight hold of. Looking about as he pushed the water out of his
> muzzle again, he saw the dark entrance way embedded into the side of
> the bank, right at the bottom. Moving to the side, his claws began
> to dig into the side of the river and carefully against the current,
> he pulled himself along until he looked down the dark tunnel, then
> with ease pushed himself in and vanished out of sight.
>
>
>
> The hole in the floor rippled slightly as two ears came out, making
> slight noise in the dark cavenous holt, the head of the rat slowly
> coming out as he gasped for air, feeling the warm air and climbed
> out. Staying still for a moment, while listening for any sounds, he
> shook himself quickly and looked about, his eyes adjusting to get as
> much light as possible. Sniffing about again he got up to his feet
> and looked about the place, noting a corridor leading off from the
> room that he was in now and slowly taking hold of his knife, moved
> forwards into the thin corridor.
>
>
>
> Joral had made it into one of the main rooms and could see how warm
> and cosy it was in here. Looking about the room, he could barely
> see but could smell a wax candle nearby and flint. Moving towards
> the centre of the room slowly, he came to the table and found the
> said objects. Carefully he managed to light the candle and looked
> about the room which looked very clean. He began to look at various
> things, picking up a cup, he examined it and placed it back down onto
> the table and began to talk to himself. "Hmmm. Now if I had
> treasure, where would I hide it?" Putting the knife down onto the
> table, he made his way to the wall where there were a few shelves and
> began to investigate the various jars, looking inside them and
> dropping them onto the floor as they shattered. Slowly as he made
> his way around the room, the rat began to frown, thinking of all the
> things he would teach that squirrel if he was lying to him. Placing
> the candle on top of a drawer and opened up one of the compartments.
> Rummaging inside, spilling papers and other material to go out onto
> the floor and shook his head. "Hmmm. Nothing here. Maybe the next
> room." Pushing himself off the ground, he picked up the candle and
> made his way down the next corridor
>
>
>
> The light from the candle lit the way barely as he could see the
> faint outlines of the bedroom up ahead. "Hmmm. Must be in here.
> Well, it better had be for that squirrel's sake." Coming into the
> room, he looked about slightly and began to light up the other
> candles in the room before placing it down with the rest and looked
> about. Moving to where the cupboard was in the corner of the room,
> he began to open it up and tossed out the blankets into a heap, not
> happy that he wasn't finding anything at all. "Come on, where is
> it.?" He paused and shook his head as he looked into a empty
> cupboard and raising his eyes, he slowly turned to the bed itself and
> smiled. Moving over to the bed, shaking his head at the un-messy way
> that the sheets were on top. Whipping the top sheet off, he threw it
> to the side and turned his head back and then froze.
>
>
>
> Joral looked with wide eyes as the head of the snake rose slowly to
> face him eye to eye, it's tongue slipped out and back in quickly as
> it hissed. It was a long snake, brown in colour with some yellow
> markings. Joral tried to move but found that his body just wasn't
> moving, he was completely unprepared for this encounter and he knew
> he had left his knife in the other room. Forcing himself to look
> away from those eyes, to break contact but again the yellow eyes were
> back in his vision as the snake kept pace, moving his head back and
> forth, left, right, up and down.
>
>
>
> Slowly as the snake moved it's head, Joral found himself unable to
> move, his eyes fixed onto that of the snake that continued to move
> about until the rat's head followed suit, slowly followed by the rest
> of the body as Joral kept on looking deep into those dark black slits
> in the centre of the yellow shining orbs, his arms falling to the
> sides of his body as his tail droop down to the floor.
>
>
>
> With another flick of the tongue, the snake moved slowly downwards
> and watched as the rat in front of it followed suit, the knee's
> bending down as Joral went down to a kneeing position while keeping
> his eyes on the snake moving head, the tongue coming out and back in
> as it swayed back and forth. Slowly it moved forwards, taking it's
> time as the head approached the rat which stared wide-eyed,
> unblinking as Joral moved backwards himself.
>
>
>
> Moving quickly, the snake darted to the right and with a quick
> movement went around Joral completely before re-fixing the eyes onto
> the rat eyes and continued with the bobbing of the head, the rat
> completely at the mercy of the snake now as the first coil moved
> slowly around the upper body before sliding downwards to rest on
> Joral's leg. Again the snake repeated the move, wrapping another
> coil about the body and went back to staring into Joral's eyes,
> seeking deep into the soul of it's victim as it slid it's tongue out
> and in.
>
>
>
> After the third time of wrapping a coil about the body of Joral, the
> snake moved forwards again, making the rat fall down onto it's back,
> resting on the coils that rippled slightly underneath the weight.
> Keeping hold of the upper part of the body the rest of the snake's
> began to move it's coils to wrap around the lower legs, pulling them
> in together as it's head continued to look at the rat's eyes, keeping
> the spell intact. After a while it kept still, feeling the heat of
> the rat against it's coils, the tongue flicking out to touch the
> rat's nose, that makes the whiskers twitch at every flick.
>
>
>
> With a slow motion of muscles rippling, the snake began to move
> again, getting a better grip around the body as it tightened about
> the body, the rat's mouth slowly opening as the sound of air begins
> to empty out in a slow motion. Pausing every now and again, feeling
> the rat's ribcage trying to pull in more air, then continuing to
> squeeze as it feels the rib-cage begin to expel again and stopping as
> Joral pulled in more air, but each time the amount got smaller and
> smaller as the snake continued to squeeze and tighten about with each
> exhale.
>
>
>
> Joral felt himself get weaker as he felt the intense crushing feeling
> of the snake around his body, those eyes staring down at him with the
> mouth closed. With a gasp, he felt all of his air being expelled
> from his body and felt the snake tighten accordingly. Fighting for
> breath, he felt his whole body begin to warm up, his tongue started
> to loll out to the side, trying to get any air that he could muster,
> his ribcage fighting against the sheer pressure of the snake keeping
> him tight. With the pressure about his body, Joral felt his penis
> begin to push out from it's sheath, growing bigger each time the
> snake moved it's coils to tighten a bit more about the body of the
> rat, who couldn't inhale anymore as he felt his body craving for
> oxygen, his eye's still staring at the eyes of the snake boring into
> him.
>
>
>
> Slowly, Joral could feel his penis fully erect as it continued to
> grow bigger, feeling slight pain as the blood continued to be pushed
> into the member. A loud cracking noise came to his ears as he heard
> his first rib being crushed to pieces under the pressure and a
> intense feeling of pain reaching his mind as the vision began to
> waver, unfocusing as the eyes begin to grow, leaving a deep in-print
> on Joral's mind. Slowly he saw the mouth of the snake begin to open
> as he felt the snake continue to squeeze the life out of him as his
> left arm broke with another sickening sound. And still the mouth of
> the snake continued to open, the pink moist flesh inside now in view
> of the rat as it saw the head slowly move, the coils keeping the
> pressure, moved along slightly as Joral saw the head move out of
> view, the spell barely intact but the task had been done as another
> pressure came over him and he felt another rib crack as well as his
> right arm.
>
>
>
> Feeling his hand-paw claws digging into his thighs, unable to move
> them away as he felt the intense crushing all around his body, his
> penis throbbing, now twice as big as it usually is. Both of his ears
> flickered as the hot air of the snake brushed over his head, the
> moisture wetting the skin as he felt the tongue lap about the
> headfur. Slowly a new pressure could be felt that sent shockwaves
> through his weakening body, the brain slowly dying away as his vision
> started to go all foggy, the intense pain of his organs wanting
> oxygen, the pain of his bones breaking under the sheer pressure of
> the coils tightly wrapped about him.
>
>
>
> Opening it's mouth wider, the snake began to feel the rat's head
> press against it's lips, the fur rubbing about the lips as it
> continued to open up, widening up, as it began to press the rat's
> ears down against the head. Joral feeling the warm moist mouth
> beginning to engulf his head, the coils squeezing a bit more as
> another pain overcame him, sending his mind alive from passing out as
> he felt the tip of his penis burst from the intense pressure, the
> blood squirting out all over his groin, soaking the snake's coils
> before stopping as the two coils covered it up to squeeze it to the
> rats body.
>
>
>
> Joral lost all vision as he saw the lips of the snake slip over his
> eyes, the moist warmth now starting to envelope him, sent a wave of
> calm over the rat as he felt his leg bones being crushed to pieces.
> Unable to move, he lay still, mouth still open with the tongue
> hanging out, all swollen and blue from lack of oxygen. The feeling
> of his long snout being pushed in as the snake's lips moved over it
> before he felt a new pain of his nose bridge closing over his tongue,
> the sharp teeth biting through, before the sheer pressure began to
> break the rat's jaw, crushing it down as he felt his head slip into
> the tight hot and wet throat of the snake as the mouth closed over
> the head fully.
>
>
>
> With a flick of one of it's coils, the snake began to loosen the grip
> on the rat now, allowing for more room to get it's head to move over
> the now easy to swallow body, the shoulders crumpled inwards as the
> snake drew in the body slowly, the mouth expanding as it slipped in
> the shoulders. Joral's last dull hearing was the sound of the
> snake's heart near to the throat as he could feel the warm feeling of
> moist flesh rippling against his body before each beat became fainter
> and further away until nothing-ness.
>
>
>
> Feeling no resistance in the rat at all now, the coils began to
> un-roll from the body, just keeping it loosely held in place as the
> snake continued to pull the body in, opening it's maw before moving
> it's head down and biting down again, feeling it's throat swell with
> the large rat slipping into it's body, the flow of blood began again
> from the busted rat penis, oozing out slowly and weakly as the rat's
> heart gave it's last beat of life.
>
>
>
> Moving a coil away to expose the lower body and groin area, now
> stained deep red in blood, the snake's head slowly slipped by, the
> nose tip pushing the crushed and busted open penis backwards down to
> face where the rats paws and tail lay as the mouth slowly slipped
> over the red soaked area to vanish into the dark, moist depths of the
> snake. Carefully as the snake continued to bulge out of shape from
> the rat moving through the body, stretching the coils as the head
> moved further down along the line, reaching the stomach as it began
> to digest the coming meal, the organ stretching as more of the rat
> continued to be pushed in by the moving throat muscles, knotting the
> fur as it continued to move up and down, stroking the body all over
> as the stomach acids began to seep into all open crevasses.
>
>
>
> Slowly the rat continued to disappear as the snake worked it's way
> along the entire body, through the legs slipping inside as they
> continued to stay together from the torture of being crushed early.
> The pink footpaws, slowly slipping into the mouth, the ankles being
> stretched as the feet begin to be pressed down flat, tearing the
> ligaments away as the mouth closes over the sharp feet claws, leaving
> a thin tail sticking out which slowly gets drawn in until the tip
> vanishes away inside never to see the daylight again as the snake
> slithers back towards the bed, moving underneath the thick blanket
> again, curling up to digest it's victim.
>
>
>
>
> - --
> Skipai Da Otter
> When is a fish not a fish? When it's in my belly :o)
> Remove 'fishbones' to email me.
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>
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I could have done without the gore and death. :p Up till that point, great story. :)