"Ultimate Party Noodle" (Nudity, Mass Vore/Unbirth, Drug Use)

Look, Sage tries to behave, honest!

All through the summer, the timid snake had been working as hard as they could. Getting a job near campus was imperative, since Sage's parents weren't happy to wake up to an empty house & an enrollment announcement for such a "morally-repugnant" school, quickly cutting any financial ties. The school took care of a lot of their expenses, but Sage wanted to be certain they had something saved for when their time at the university inevitably came to an end.

Even still, all hard workers need a break, and Sage was no different.

After their third week without a day off, they started feeling the fatigue and loneliness that came with an overly busy schedule - and their friends weren't too far behind in realizing just how badly their slitherly friend needed a break. An invitation was passed along, an enthusiastic call to "join in some festivities, before the school year starts!" In an attempt to be responsible, Sage had attempted to decline, their soft voice listing off flimsy excuses that even they didn't buy in the moment. Their friends were persistent, however, and after a few moments of (admittedly soft) prodding, Sage finally conceded. They'd attend the party, but damn it, they were going to behave themself. The corpulent snake was no stranger to vice, and their time at the campus had given them opportunities to explore their appetites, and know just how to scratch those hedonistic itches.

"I'll be good," the snake thought, "Just a drink and some light conversation, that's all I need..."

It turns out that, on a campus that actively encourages extreme hedonism & mystical pleasures, this promise would be swiftly broken. Not but a few hours later, Sage had fully lost count of the amount of substances in their body - chemical, alchemical & mystical. What had begun as a polite conversation, a single drink, a timid puffing on an offered bong soon spiraled into the ravenous snake eating most of the snacks in the dorm, before fully succumbing to the dizzying high that coursed through their body. They had danced, or at least tried to, but soon realized that the floor was so much more comfy, especially when they snuggled up against their own coils.

The other guests didn't seem to mind either, goading the snake into consuming more, more, MORE, before offering massages and attention when Sage finally flumped into the untidy, giggling pile they now were. Even as the numerous substances started pulling them into a deep, tingling sleep - a sleep Sage had been sorely missing through their hard work - a tiny coherent thought managed to slip through the haze.

They had a shift tomorrow.

That thought should have troubled them. In any normal circumstance, Sage would have immediately made sure they were ready for the busy day to come.

And then another thought occurred: You have sick days, doofus. Relax, and enjoy the ride.

Their phone was in their trembling hand, tapping out a surprisingly coherent message to their boss - some nonsense about a bad case of the flu - before a deep, thick gurgle rumbled through the entire house, a sound deep & loud enough to be heard over the pounding music.

The crowd stopped, all glancing over at the source. A huge pile of snake, softly twitching, tingling, sitting up just enough for everyone to realize how hungry they looked. With a grin, the crowd approached what would soon be their new party venue.

As clothing dropped to the floor, as dozens of classmates squeezed into every entrance of the ravenous snake, Sage grinned blearily.

If they were skipping out on work for the day, they'd absolutely make it count~

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