He held me in his arms. His canid eyes filling my entire field of view. If this wolf knew anything, it was seducing me. Me, a naga of high caliber in our school. I was often known for controlling people, my shear size intimidating almost everyone into obeying my every command. Then this new wolf came to our school, doubling my height, which quadrupled his over the other students.

So here I was, staring at his eyes, never feeling the urge to move nor speak. His eyes seemed to bathe me in a soft yellow light, making me smile. Whatever he wanted to do to me, I was too relaxed, too happy in that moment right there.

Any other day, I would've seen him as competition, as food. The predator in me wanted to eat him, turn this giant wolf into nothing more than a small pudge for my elongated stomach. I did not want this. I just wanted to lay there in his arms, hoping his eyes to keep bathing me in that soft light.

After some heavenly time in his arms, I felt the wolf's hand start stroking my head. I pushed my head against his hand, as a pet would to his master. As he did this to me, I also felt the tip of my tail get very wet, the feeling slowly spreading up my tail. I look away from the warm light, and see the lower half of my body, slowly sliding into the belly of the wolf.

My whole body jerked, the warm bathing light away in an instant. My body gained the will to move freely again. I used what strength I had to struggle against the pull of the swallowing wolf. The smart bastard, he wanted me like this! He used the same seduction techniques I would've.

I push against the wolf's muzzle as he gets closer and closer to my torso. The wolf chuckled, almost the same way I would before eating my own prey. Taking amusement from my anger, confusion, and fear. I wondered if this how all my food felt? Was this punishment? Karma? I look around and see a few students looking in shock, the naga that ruled them all, being swallowed without effort. I see some teachers, looking on with happiness, a meanace soon gone.

The wolf swallowed so casually as my body would keep slowly sliding into his gullet. When he came to my waist, I was now pushing against the swallowing force of this wolf. I knew that if I fought long enough, I could somehow survive. I half-believed my own words, as I could feel my grip loosening.

Then it happened, my hands gave out. My arms, almost shot into the wolf's mouth like a bullet out of a gun. My head hung, I gave up. I could hear phones clicking, pictures being taken. I could hear people laughing, cheering, their ruthless naga being turned into wolf chow. As my head fit almost perfectly into his mouth, he stopped, looking around to show off his feat. I felt worthless, an item to show off. His prize.

With a long, final swallow, I disappeared for good into the wolf. I could see flecks of light through his teeth before my head went down his gullet. All I saw for a minute was the muscles of his esophagus, pushing me down, pushing his food down. When I dropped into his stomach, I was already coiling up, making space for myself to move around. I saw the bubbles rise up in his stomach, the felt his stomach shake. He burped.

For awhile, I could hear people laughing, congratulating the wolf on his success. I simply sat there, waiting for his stomach to disgest me, and for him to talk to me. If predators share anything in common, it's our egos. We always talk to our food, hearing it beg and plead, always brought us pleasure.

After what felt like forever, the voices grew quiet. I felt a pushing feeling from all around. He wanted to feel me struggle, or just feel something in his stomach. I gave him no such pleasure. If I was going to be food, I wasn't going to be enjoyable.

“Come one, struggle a bit will ya? I wanna feel it.”

“So he does speak.” I was pessimistic, but you would to if you were just eaten.

“I do, and I want to let you know that you're the first top pred I've eaten in awhile. You actually make a buldge in my stomach.”

“Glad to help. Now care to explain why? I know I'm filling, but this school would've been better with two top preds.”

I felt the stomach raise and drop a few times as I spoke. It was becoming the wolf didn't care for rank or respect, he just wanted food.

“Well, I haven't had naga in forever, I was the new kid, and the opportunity was there. You would've done the same damn thing.”

As he moved his belloy around to get the digestion going, I thought about that. If I was in his position: hungry and the new kid, I would've done the same thing. Seduce and devor. No matter how I spin it, I was outdone, outskilled. Whether or not I liked it, I was done, finished. This wolf was the new top predator, and I was simply his food.

I chuckled a bit, knowing what kind of hell he would bring on this school. With a smile on my face, I fell asleep, the sting of his stomach juices finally pouring in.