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Don't Feed The SnakesThis story contains vore. Reader discretion is advised.Don't Feed The Snakes by NakedSnake143
He was running. That was all that could be said about Austin. Once he heard the hissing he dropped his bag, camera, and took off. Winding past trees and jumping over vines didn't seem to slow him down either. Good thing he joined the track team at school. But even as he was running he had the feeling he was being chased. Whatever had made that hissing sound was more than likely to come after him. And now wasn't a good time to stop and look behind him. Hopefully if that thing stopped chasing him he’d be able to get back to his camera and see if he got a photo of it.
Before all of this, Austin Viper was enjoying a typical walk in the woods. He had his camcorder, a bag with food and notebooks, and pocket knife. The main reason he liked coming out there was to film snakes. He lived near a wooded area infested with snakes. Mostly