Al-Asim’s Unexpected Little Snack (Vore; Commission)

This was a commission for @memes-fullfill-my-life. They wanted a story based on an old concept I’ve had kicking around for a while: my OC, Nakoda, getting revenge on Jamil for past discretions...by shrinking Jamil and sticking the little Viper into some of Kalim’s food. Voraciously unaware shenanigans ensue.  Not much else to say; hope you all enjoy this rare exhibition of the Baby Otter’s hungry side in full, slightly silly force. ;)

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“Sss-sss-sss-sss! Well, well, well, Jamil! You ssseem to be having a SSSMALL problem, don’t you?” Nakoda Spivak snickered as Jamil Viper sputtered…in the palm of the snake-boy’s hand. The Scarabian vice-housewarden was no bigger than a gumball. The naga-in-human-disguise smirked with some sense of triumph: Jamil had been preparing food for Kalim’s evening meal in the Scarabian kitchens. He had been so engrossed in his work, he had never heard the serpentine Savanaclaw student sneaking into the room from behind. By the time he realized someone was behind him, it was too late; Jamil had turned around just in time to get a billowing cloud of Sam’s patented shrinking powder blown into his face. Nako supposed he couldn’t blame Jamil for his lapse in awareness: the meal he had made for Kalim was practically a feast in and of itself. Steamed rice had been prepared with saffron and sultanas; some salad shirazi had also been made, and for the presumed dessert, some chocolate-filled baklava. The centerpiece of this fine meal was a large, steaming bowl of Fesenjan: a traditional chicken stew, brewed with pomegranates and walnuts. Coconut juice - Kalim’s personal favorite - was the drink of choice. Nakoda whistled, impressed with the sight of the excellent chow; he then looked back at the shrunken Jamil in his grasp. “You ssseem to have outdone yourssself, Viper,” he complimented, then gave a pouting look. “I feel jealousss…” “What are you doing here?!” snapped Jamil, and gestured to his own shrunken self. “Why did you shrink me?!” “Revenge. What elssse?” hissed Nakoda, grinning and flashing his fans. “Or did you forget how you shrunk me and then ssswallowed me alive when we firssst met?” Nakoda licked his teeth. Jamil glared and quivered; he couldn’t deny the small thrill of fear that flickered through his veins. “I thought I’d heard the last of that issue when the Prefect helped us stop you,” Viper said softly. “Seriously, can’t we just move past that now?” “NEVER,” Nakoda growled, then grinned anew. “But don’t worry, Viper: I’m not going to eat you. I want you inssside of me sssomething fierce, but I think I’d rather indulge myssself upon your meaty…ssstrong…thick…full capacity: when you’re the proper ssssize.” Nakoda shivered happily at the thought. Jamil looked mildly ill. “You have issues, you know that?” he drawled. “They’re my mossst charming trait!” Nakoda sang back. “Whatever. Okay, so…if I’m not going to get eaten, just what are you planning to do?” “Sss-sss-sss-sss! Oh, sssilly, sssucclent, sssexy little Jamil,” cooed Nakoda. “I never sssaid you wouldn’t be eaten. I’m sssimply not the one who’s going to do it…”