Jungle Vibes

The deep jungle terrain had gone on uninterrupted for days. The two men exploring it....hadn't noticed, nor did either one care. They carried no supplies, showed no signs of fatigue...even the mosquitos kept away from them. The man in the lead looked by far the more normal, and that wasn't saying much. Dressed head to toe in black, his flamingly crimson hair and gleaming yellow eyes were a sharp contrast. He walked without so much as stirring the dirt underfoot, hands in his trenchcoat pockets. A small smile revealed the long canines of half-vampiric heritage. The reason for Kisiro's smile was the other individual, who wasn't nearly as quiet. He had no true name, and was known simply as Enigma. Also dressed all in black, including gloves, the limber being was utterly white of skin aside from a thick black line crossing each eye from forehead to cheek. His eyes were just as unusual as Kisiro's, if not more so. Solid glowing blue, with a vertical black pupil. He grinned, rather than smiled.
"So what are we looking for? Huh? Huh? Tell me, tell me, tell me!" Enigma was jumping from branch to branch, perching to let his friend catch up when necessary. He had no idea where they were going, or why he'd been invited along. Not that this had stopped him from his seemingly insane ramblings at any point along the trip. Kisiro chuckled, tilting a plant out of his way.
"An old artifact. It's supposed to have some kind of magical properties, and it's rumored to be somewhere in this jungle." Enigma quirked a brow, looking slightly puzzled. Kisiro continued. "I don't know what it does, exactly. Which is part of why I brought you. Also, I just..." He shrugged, as if it were nothing. "...wanted some company. You were around." Enigma's grin widened.
"Admit it! You wanted someone around for the natives to headhunt while you abscond with their artwork! Well, I'm on to ya pally! And it won't work!" He sniffed indignantly, putting his hands on his hips and standing. The branch might as well have been a broad walkway for all the ease of his balance. "...uuuunnnnless the native chicks are really hot and topless. I'm a sucker for hot naked native chicks! Heeeyyy!" His startled yell came when Kisiro reached up under him, yanking the branch from the tree easily. Enigma landed in a heap behind him as he kept walking, tossing away the mangled treelimb. Enigma hopped back up, running to Kisiro's side. "Bastard. I oughta dunk you in a river fulla fish. Big fish! With sharp, pointy teeth! Ooohhh, the nibbling....the fearsome nibbling!" As he started gnashing his teeth at his friend, Kisiro only laughed. Much of the walk had gone this way, and it went on this way. Day in and day out. As they got closer to the sprawling tropic forest's center, both got a little quieter. The constant jokes slowed to a crawl, which was a miracle where Enigma was concerned. Kisiro could swear they were being followed, and the trickster just had the willies.
"Eyes! Eyes everywhere!" He was clinging to Kisiro's arm, much to the vampire's annoyance. Enigma decided, in case it would help, to yell at a tree. "Stop staring at my ass, dammit! Friggin' lewd foliage..." He subsided into grumbles as Kisiro pulled his arm free.
"Shush. Whoever or whatever it is, is getting closer." Enigma yelped suddenly, jumping to crouch on Kisiro's head. Kisiro was just ready to throw the trickster off when he heard what he was yelling.
"Aigh! I've been shot! I've been shot! Either that or the 'squitos have gotten a whole lot bigger!" Kisiro's eyes widened. Sure enough, there was a wooden dart of some kind sticking out of Enigma's posterior. He yelped and fell as Kisiro yanked it, looking around with narrowed eyes.
"Alright...show yourselves! I know you're out there! Enigma, get your butt off the ground..." He blinked, looking to the side. Enigma looked...out of it. His grin was drunken, eyes glazed. And he was making less sense than usual, which was saying a lot. The giggles were worrying too.
"Why yes Mommy, I'd like to hamster on four very much...hey Kissy-hero, I can feel the colors....oooo, yellow hurts....purple's all tinglicious..." With a last sigh, the black-haired man fell into peaceful, drugged oblivion. Kisiro cursed, whirling towards a rustle in the trees. There was a sharp pain in his leg, and another in his shoulder. The last thing he saw was what looked like a pair of beautiful legs, tilting wildly sideways. Then everything was dark.

When he awoke, he was naked. Utterly. His arms and legs would not move...bound down, somehow. He could feel cold, smooth stone on his skin and the colder bite of metal on his wrists, ankles, and midsection. Looking to his side he discovered something more horrific. Enigma had also been stripped of his clothing, and was bound onto a stone slab as well. Wait...not quite nude, there was a collar of some kind on him. And he was singing....
"Fi, di, diddly-di, oh, we're both gonna die!" His head turned to the side, and he grinned. "Morning precious! Welcome back to the land of the living!" When Kisiro just stared at him, he went on. "Well, the good news is that there are hot native chicks. Amazons. The shortest has gotta be six friggin' feet...but man-oh-man, are they hot! The legs, and, and the curves, I mean...DAMN. Just, just....DAMN! Anyway, the bad news is that these collars block all our powers, including my teleportation fades, you're naked and I hadda see that..." He shuddered. Neither one particularly liked other men. "...and they're gonna sacrifice us to their goddess. So we're pretty much screwed. How's your day been?" Kisiro blinked a few times, before deciding to look around the room. It was simple, a cell made of stone with a metal door in one wall. A few minutes of exertion proved the trickster's words true...he couldn't summon his sword, use his magic, or do anything related to his supernatural powers.
"Well, crap." Enigma arched a thin black brow in a distinctly 'I told you so' fashion, smirking. Kisiro grumbled at him. "Look, we can probably talk them out of this. Or offer them something for our freedom. Or....something." His ideas sounded pretty hopeless even in his own ears. Enigma's burst of condescending laughter didn't help any.
"Yeah, and when Hell freezes over there'll be snow cones for everybody! Look, I'm the optomist, and even I think we're doomed!" Kisiro smirked at Enigma's words.
"You're not the optomist, you're the cynic. I'm the optomist."
"Am not! I mean...are not! I mean...look, pally!"
"Look where? The only view I've got is your ugly mug."
"Bastard! Well, ya snore! And what was that you mumbled in your sleep about your own mother?"
"I never said anything about my mother!"
"How would you know? You were asleep! The really disturbing part was the moans of pleasure..."
"Shut up!"
"Hah! I'm gonna be nice and not mention the bit where your father joined in, and the dog..."
"I'm warning you! Shut up!"
"Or what, tough guy? Huh? Bring it! I can take your pointy-toothed ass any day of the week!"
"You pasty-skinned jerk! I'm going to shove your own head up your rectum!" Both proceeded to yank and struggle at their bonds, yelling more taunts and threats. Several minutes passed, leaving both weary and no closer to freedom.
"Well..." Enigma took a deep breath, grinning again. "That was pointless and fun. Whatchya wanna do now?"
"Snap your idiot head off. But we got to get loose first." Enigma gave him a miffed look, but stayed quiet for a change. Kisiro made a concerted effort to break the metal's hold, to slip out of it, anything. In the end, there really wasn't anything he could do. They both lay in relative silence, trying to think of some way out. And it was then their hostesses showed themselves again.
Enigma had been right. Kisiro noted it as the metal door swung open. Each one was tall, and absolutely gorgeous. Most of them wore armor that looked like something out of ancient Greece, and carried weapons of the same style. Undoubtably steel though, rather than bronze. The ones without armor wore white gowns that looked made to show off every curve, hinting at the soft skin beneath just in the way they moved. It was hard not to stare...so he did, blinking. Enigma was also all smiles. The tallest of those wearing gowns walked towards them, inspecting Kisiro, then Enigma. She had to be seven, maybe even seven and a half, feet in height. Her hair was a vibrant, deep red, cut very short. She looked back at the other gowned woman, a raven-haired beauty that looked vaguely Asian.
"They'll do nicely. The portal is prepared?" The raven-hair nodded, saying nothing. "Excellent. Take the pale one first. He'll make a nice appetizer." This brought a lifted brow and worried look from Enigma. Really they were both pretty pale, but where Kisiro was just...pale, Enigma was completely snow-white.
"Um....appetizer? Sure ya couldn't just, y'know, mate me to death and have done with it?" He half expected to be slapped. The amazon priestess just smiled at him. To Kisiro's jealousy and both men's surprise, she leaned down and gave Enigma an amazingly deep kiss. When she leaned back, he almost looked drugged again. "Yeah, thassa stuff....wheeee...." His blissed smile faded when she spoke again.
"He tastes delicious. The Goddess will definitely enjoy them both." Enigma started alternating between thanks and indignant protests as two of the warriors came over, unlocked him, and dragged him struggling from the room. His yells grew distant, and after some chanting and a strange sizzling sound, silenced utterly. Kisiro's face twisted in anger, a glimmer of fear starting to stir in his chest.
"What did you do to him? Tell me! If you hurt my friend, I'll take it out of your skin." The priestess smiled again, and crossed her arms.
"He's been sent to our patron goddess. A goddess of consumption and strength. She will devour him, making all of us stronger...and in a little while, she will devour you as well." Her smile was full of shining white teeth. They suddenly looked predatory from where Kisiro was laying.

"I'll give you a dollar! C'mon! Let's do lunch!" Enigma winced as he was dragged towards a large stone carving of a woman's face. In its forehead was a glowing violet gemstone, and the open mouth was filled with a pulsing light of the same color. "Bad choice of words. Hey...I bet that thingy is the artifact Kisiro was loooking for!" His eyes turned down. "Boy, irony's a bitch, ain't it?" He looked up again, at the amazingly sexy women pulling him towards his probable doom. "And she has puppies. I'd kill to be able to fade right now." A violent heave, and he found himself sailing through the remaining few feet before the statue's mouth. Two priestesses were on either side, chanting, and the light flared. His last yelp was cut off by a magic-sounding sizzle.
When he opened his eyes, he was on a cold white surface. It felt a lot like china. This, of course, was because it was. He was in the middle of a large plate. His eyes widened, head whipping side to side in terror. Then they fixed forward. And moved up. And up. And up. What he had taken to be a wall was actually the flat tummy of the largest woman he'd ever seen. Her ample chest hung well overhead. Her face was perfect, and crowned by flowing platinum-blonde hair. Pouting pink lips smiled at him, a hand already reaching to pluck him off the plate which seemed to just hang in space before her. He compared quickly, and realized he was no more than three inches in height, give or take a few millimeters. He did what any sensible trickster spirit faced with a giant goddess that planned to eat him would do. He screamed his fool head off and ran.
"Don't eat me oh crap oh crap I'm too sexy to die no one loves me I taste like pudding no wait make that garbage DON'T EAT ME!" A hand bigger than he was closed slender fingers around him from behind. He heard surprisingly soft laughter as he was dangled by a leg and lifted towards the massive face.
"How cute. A trickster spirit. It's been a very long time since I saw one of you. How is it you were caught by my daughters?" Enigma stared dumbly. He had never known what he was or where he'd come from. And here this being had just laid it out plain. Every religion had a trickster, a joker. The coyote, the crow, Hermes...and he was one as well. Pity was, it didn't look like he'd get to enjoy the knowledge for long. A tongue the size of a bed was dragging along her lips. "I see....you do not know what you are. Well, I'm sure you will taste just as good anyway." He let out a squeak, wriggling in her grip. She just laughed again and licked him, drinking in his taste and coating him with a sweetly scented saliva. The tip of her tongue moved up and down his body, again and again. He was still too shocked to plead for mercy, and on one final lick, her tongue extended under him. There was no time to jump off as she slurped it and him back in. Pearly teeth and pillowy lips shut tight behind, trapping him in her mouth.
"Ooohhh, this is not good!" He yanked at his collar, knowing it was all that stood between him and freedom. And to his amazement, it came apart. It had done its job...he was in the goddess now. Immediately he tried to fade into his home, the ether. The void. And....nothing happened. He was still being sucked on like a piece of savory candy in the jaws of a giant deity. The reason made him want to slap himself...the plate and woman had been floating in empty, black space. He was in the ether already. Where else would a goddess exist? There was no escape. A sudden tilt threw him towards the back of her mouth, tonsils and uvula moving against him with the convulsions of her throat. He thrust his hands outwards, trying desperately to halt his plunge. But there was nothing to hold, everything coated in her spit. The esophagus opened under his hands, immense suction pulling him bodily downwards. He could feel his feet enclosed last of all....he was a lump, visible in her neck, poised to be shot down into her waiting belly. She held him there a few seconds more, enjoying his struggles in her gullet. Then she swallowed....the lump moved into her chest, and was gone.

Meanwhile, the half-vampire that had gotten him into this mess was being held in front of the portal. He hadn't been able to match the sheer power of his amazon captors, though it had taken three to hold him. He had the same thoughts on the gem as Enigma had previously. It had to be the artifact. Well, now he knew. The artifact was a gate to a goddess. He hoped that his friend was alright, somehow. As annoying as he could be, Kisiro really didn't dislike him. And it was his fault this had happened, in a way. He jerked in the grip of his guards as the light coming from portal and stone flared suddenly. The priestess cast her arms up.
"It is done! His body now nourishes our goddess, and through Her will add to our own strength and power! Now..." She lowered her arms, pointing a finger at Kisiro. "You will join him! May you know peace as you are digested. Cast him in!" He tried digging his feet in, but a rough shove sent him stumbling over the statue's lower lip, and into the violet gate. Magic sizzled, and things went dark. He felt as if he was floating. Unused to the Void as Enigma was, it was more difficult to get his bearings. Once he did, it occured to him that he couldn't move his hands. They were bound above him somehow, though he couldn't see any reason for it. There was a plain of some kind under him...flat and grey, just a surface made to be there so She would have something to stand on. And there She was...just as Enigma saw her, but for one huge difference. When Kisiro set eyes on her, she was his own size, standing below him on the floor-thing.
"So you're the goddess, huh? Where's Enigma? What did you do with him?" A hand wrapped around his ankles, drawing him down a little. He was floating as if on a rope, at her whim.
"The trickster? I devoured him. He is digesting within my belly as we speak." She smiled beautifully, patting her flat tummy with her other hand for emphasis. "He fights the inevitable, but soon he will be a part of me. And so shall you." He opened his mouth to say something in protest, to demand she let them both go...when she startled him. Her mouth opened like a pit beneath him, giving him a clear view of the glistening darkness behind her tongue before it closed around his feet. She licked at the soles, making tiny sounds of pleasure as she pulled him down a little more. The lips parted wide again, and he got to see as she swallowed his feet whole, like a python. Wet warmth surrounded them, and it was hard not to enjoy the feeling despite knowing what it entailed. Her lips closed around his calves, and she winked at him.
"N-no...let me go! Let him go too! We aren't food, we just came exploring, and..." Her voice cut him off, somehow audible in his mind. Her mouth was too full to speak.
"Do not bother lying to a goddess. You came to steal my gate, though you knew not what it was." He gritted his teeth as she repeated the process again, and again. Jaws opening, a slow gulp to pull more of him into her throat, the whole thing clearly visible before she once more closed her lips around him. She had just reached the tops of his thighs when it became too much to bear. The feeling of his feet entering her stomach, the hot massaging of her muscles around him....he was becoming excited physically, and did not like it. He didn't want this...thing...to have the satisfaction. There was no preventing it though. She made a point of drawing out her next swallow in excrutiating slowness, ever so gently accepting his hips, rear, and sex into her mouth. He felt his engorged tip slide over her palate, pressed down and nudging at her uvula. He cursed, but there was no way of escape. She started to slurp him down more quickly, and as his chest entered her maw, a shuddering spasm ran from his groin, up his spine, and back down. He could imagine Enigma making a sarcastic comment about deep-throating and grumbled. Looking over his shoulder, he was surprised to notice that past her stretched mouth and throat, there wasn't a bulge at all. There was no more time to view this mystery though....her lips closed around his biceps, sealing his head inside. The oral muscle under him lapped casually at the back and sides of his head, soaking him for his journey. A low rumbling surrounded his lower body, which had started to tingle, and with a loud gulp, she swallowed up the last of him. His hands squirmed beyond her lips at the last moment, trying to gain purchase, but moments later she was rubbing her gurgling stomach. And the two meals being churned within.

Fortune favors the foolish. And they don't come more foolish than Enigma. His body ingested and digested, the trickster was incorporeal again, moving through the ether. Making new bodies was annoying. All Kisiro had to do was cast a regenerative spell on himself. Once more clothed, Enigma faded in beside his recently returned friend. They were on the edge of the jungle, sitting on a hillside.
"You got me eaten."
"By an amazon goddess. You liked it and you know it."
"I thought I was gonna die, twit!"
"But you didn't. You can't, really. Like me."
"That isn't the point. You got me eaten. Eaten."
"You liked it too."
"..............."
"You did."
"..............."
"Admit it."
".........shut up."
"Told you."
"Bastard. So we're going back tomorrow, right?"
"Yyyyup."
Both men grinned, the half-vampiric sorcerer, and the trickster as well.