Samira and the snackvocate
(soft vore, digestion, lewds, worship)
 
Samira was just taking her pet sergal for a walk through town, when she was interrupted by those typical annoying slogans prey right activist slogans. She rolled her eyes and turned around seeing a trio of girls marching towards her with the looks and attitude of people who just got out of school yet thought they knew everything. Inwardly she already prepared for the hundredth rerun of the lecture on what she could and could not do with her body. But it seemed they had a different tune this time, probably since the fox she had for dinner two days ago was nearly done and his mass neatly spread out throughout several meters of her coils.
 
“Let the poor sergal go!” barked the elk leading the pack causing Samira to let out a cold, condescending chuckle that made the three do gooders boil with anger. Frost turned as well and walked to her side, leaning his head on her shoulder since he was as tall as her when she was at her slithering height.
“I don’t want to.” he replied briefly, with a slight growl in his voice. He could and doubtlessly would bite if someone tried to take the leashed collar off his neck. This clearly took the activists by surprise and they went on arguing that his feelings had to be wrong.
“But look at you! You are naked and on a leash! You should be free.” said a much shorter girl, a lean unicorn with big bright eyes who was stepping out of the shadow of her more burly looking leader.
“Originally he came to me so I could digest him.” Samira said with a smirk, wondering if she was going to see smoke coming out of the girls’ ears soon. Inwardly she was begging them to attack her. “Unknown, digested in self defense” always fetched insanely high prices when she sold her prey’s leftovers in her gift shop.
“He wanted nothing more than to be eaten and shat out. I managed to convince him to allow me to spare him. This was his condition.” she explained and affectionately scritched Frost’s fluffy head and partially digested ear.
“You are that horrid streaming naga!?” the elk blurted but Samira was not really listening anymore. She was focussed on the unicorn, her own cold, slitted eyes staring directly through her bright ones that morphed from green at the center to violet at the outer edge of her irises.
 
Equustra froze. She was rooted in place, sound and time and certainly her breath seemed to just stop. The naga was looking at her in such a way that she felt for a moment as if she was physically unable to avert her eyes from that gaze ever again. Exotic, lean and with a well endowed chest she was used to drawing looks, but this was not the usual horny stare. That naga was calculating, desiring, demanding even. Equustra felt the predator’s focus shift from her eyes to her horn as if those cold golden eyes were shooting heated rays at her. She was wanted. All this time she was so utterly convinced that this woman was the incarnation of evil. She had heard claims that her kill count went well into the hundreds, that she was frequently inviting her live prey to impregnate her before their horrid demise just so she would not grow fat from all the people she devoured. That she showed off her meals, making money off donations from misled or deprived souls gawking at her morbid displays. But right now the young unicorn felt as if this deadly reptile’s desire for every cell in her body was the most complete appreciation of her being that she ever experienced. She was mesmerised, caught in the scaly woman’s spell. She knew her comrades were still arguing with her but she was deaf to the conversation now. A smirk curled around the naga’s lips and -to her own surprise- Equustra nodded silently as if to eagerly agree to complete the journey her sexy pet sergal had merely started.
When most of her consciousness reappeared the unicorn looked back and forth, reorienting herself. Her whole perspective had shifted. When the naga lady explained how her and her friends’ loud demands were exactly what had been passed into law elsewhere, only for a rodent population explosion leading right into a huge famine, she found herself in agreement, but said nothing. When she looked over the sergal’s half digested ear, partially shaggy fur and tagged collar, she no longer saw mutilation and degradation. She saw loyalty and love. She knew she was supposed to join the others in lecturing the big bad predator on how she was a horrible monster for doing what her body told her to. But she could not bring herself to do it. She looked at the naga and realised that this massive, powerful being was entirely composed of the rearranged parts of those she had fed on. All of this used to be many smaller people before she consumed them. She was utterly shocked to find out that this did not repulse her. She wanted to touch her, to feel what it was like to be in the presence of something so decadently expensive to create. She bit down on her lip but no matter how much pain she inflicted on herself, her plump nipples turned hard as stone and imprinted themselves in her t-shirt clearly. She begged to high heaven that her friends would not notice, but the naga already had. While casually running down how the likes of her are the only ones securing the reproductive freedom and culture of fast breeding races through predation, the snake lady flicked her tongue at Equustra and gave her such a deep, knowing stare. She was understood and her very involuntary arousal noticed in an instant.
 
“This is the part where you silly snackvocates get to chose to leave me alone or find out how well the hate speech laws you bleeding hearts pushed through mesh with digestive self defence. Would not be the first time I made some of your lot go from talking shit to becoming it.” Samira hissed and stared daggers at the elk and the mare before her expression softened as her promising eyes locked with their unicorn’s again. Then she scoffed and went around the next corner, leaving the baffled trio behind.
 
Equustra’s mind was racing. She could not just stay here while the object of her newly discovered fascination slithered away and took the admittedly attractive sergal along with her. She was about as confused as she was aroused and felt like the naga owed her an answer just as much as she owed her a confession of her sudden change of heart. She broke away from her friends, mumbling something about trying to buy off and set free the pet sergal. She ignored the other’s reply to her pretended plan and her hooves skitted over the sidewalk as she turned the corner and nearly stumbled over a pile of green coils.
“I was wondering if you’d come running after me.” the naga said in the most soothing tone possible. The honey sweet voice funnelled through her big ears and soothed Equustra’s confused brain.
“You seemed much friendlier and reasonable than the others. Would you like to come with me for a cup of tea? We could discuss the mystery of why your panties are so utterly sticky right now.” she whispered and flicked her long forked tongue at her, showing how she knew. Equustra simply nodded and breathed a barely audible, bashful apology to the sergal who simply smiled back at her. The unicorn understood she was part of a new group now, naga food. And given the company that entailed, her heart’s excitement thwarted her brain’s reasoning that this could not be an upgrade.
 
 
No more than ten minutes later she was sitting on a small kitchen table with Samira’s long body wrapped around the furniture and her pet sergal sitting on the opposite chair. Equustra could not believe she was in the den of one of the most voracious monsters society produced. And she liked it.
“How exactly did you chose to make Frost your pet?” she asked meekly. “If I understood you right, you are like a cam girl, but instead of just showing off, you also eat people. And they volunteer as prey?”
“Actually they compete for spots most times. I have not hunted in half a year. I rather…” she made a pinching motion with two of her long fingers “Pluck the willing and fulfil their deepest fantasies.” She let out the part how many ended up kicking and screaming in her stomach’s acrid embrace after Samira denied them a change of heart once they got off in, on or to her.
“So, by all means Frost should be…”
“A jar full of shit on someone’s shelf.” the sergal interjected with a smirk as he looked at his mistress.
“Your time will come eventually. But you don’t want me to be lonely, do you?” she replied in a motherly tone that was ill fitting for a cold hearted, calculating mass murderer. Unless the pamphlets Equustra had handed out all year had been complete nonsense and maneaters were no deranged, damaged souls. She pondered for a while as Frost was getting his chin and snout scritched again until Samira replied.
“So, when I swallowed Frost, I felt something I had not experienced since I accidentally digested my first boyfriend. I felt regret. I ate him with a sense of duty. For my fans, my rules, his desire, my income… I wanted to keep him though. I wanted him to admire the lumps in my coils from the eggs he put into me. I wanted to see him squirm and leak just from the mere view of me consuming someone else in front of him.”
As Samira went on, both girls picked up on the gentle squelch of Frost shamelessly unsheathing under the table as Samira recalled some of his best memories.
“In any case I was downright pleading him to allow me to save and keep him. He wanted to be my food badly and eventually I wore him down, but only if he was to be my pet. Nothing more.”
“That way I could remain hers even though I am not in her belly anymore.”
Equustra shuddered, realising she felt more and more of a connection between her and Frost. What she heard fit together with what she was feeling. Far better than what her memory told her were her convictions.
“Why… “
“Why do you want this too now? Why you?” Samira guessed.
“Yes! I feel like I have been obsessing about predators like you the whole time and just did not realise that I did not understand why. Like why I am obsessing, why people like, … why you were on my mind all day.”
“Well, it is kind of fated. The second you walked around the corner you were already dead.”
“How?”
Samira gestured for her to get up from her chair and patted on her stomach, guiding the confused girl to sit down on her thickest coil. Pieces of eroded fox bone softly crumbled as Equustra sat down on the scaly belly. The fact she felt excited by that sensation even though her memory told her she should be disgusted and repulsed was so mundane to her by now she easily ignored it.
“Why?” she repeated.
“Simple. I want your horn. I never met a unicorn before, let alone ate one. I come from the poor nasty part of town and I believed your kind was something made up for advertisement posters. And, well, I have a thing for self made dildos that used to be people’s body parts.”
 
Smaira paused, letting her words seep in, however they were not the only thing doing that. The flood of sweet fragrant juices spilling right through the unicorn’s poor panties onto her scales bordered an orgasmic discharge. She chose to simply show her best knowing smile. This girl was going to beg to become naga shit before the day was through. She leaned in on the cute unicorn, slid her long, forked tongue half around her slender neck and caressed down her side with one hand, teasingly slowly pushing her fingers against the wet panties under Equustra’s skirt.
“After you and Frost help get that fox out of me again, you are next. You will get to show the whole internet that you realised how wrong you have been about predation and I will ensure that you will in such a deep warm afterglow, you won’t even feel my body reducing yours to mere waste.” she pressed one finger on each plump lobe of her labia and one into the soaked through gap in between. Samira did not even have to rub once to feel the unicorn shudder and orgasm hard and messy enough to coat her fingers in sweet goo, even with the ruined panties between them and the source of the mess.
“I take that as your agreement to be my dinner.”
The squirms and moans were not hard to interpret.
 
 
Equustra’s heart was racing, she was standing in a doorway staring right past Samira at the huge pile of cushions she was laying on. “Is that what I think it is?” she asked, shivering from already knowing the answer and the realisation that this was the precise reason why she felt warm nectar running down her toned thighs.
“Yes, dear. These are nicely stuffed with the bleached fur and feathers from those that came before you. Come join us, it is so comfortable.” the naga replied, stretching herself out on the graveyard of long and recently consumed prey. She knew that this naga had made her comfortable living from eating, killing and digesting actual people. From broadcasting it all. From selling her literal waste she reduced them to. And now as she was asked to become a temporary part in all this, Equustra was ashamed that this invitation was making her nipples so hard the slight touch of her tightly fitting t-shirt was rubbing on them a little uncomfortably.
“I… I never showed my body off in public before.” she said meekly and stepped into the view of a dozen cameras, looking at her hooves which were carrying her forwards instead of doing the sensible thing and running for her life. Then she looked up to Samira’s motherly smile and at Frost’s cute face. His obliterated ear reminded her of the horrid stomach she was scheduled for but to her surprise the thought was making her heart flutter, not falter and her gaze fell on the slight lump in Samira’s middle and lower tail. A whole person was in there, a fox man, from what she had been told. When she had sat down on the naga’s belly before she had accidentally crumbled some of his remains. A voice in her brain told her she was a traitor to the cause for helping that beast digesting another citizen. But the curiosity in her heart and the fire in her loins were in agreement. She wanted to be next.
So Equustra climbed up on the cushions finding them unusually firm.
“How… how many people does it take to fill one of those?” she asked.
“A lion with a good mane, or three families of bunnies.” Samira chuckled and flicked her tongue at the clearly horny unicorn.
“Say Hello to Equustra, chat. She is a real snackvocate. Oh stop your booing, she clearly came to her senses, can’t you see how hard her nipples are? She is loving this.”
Equustra shuddered, flushing under her short fur hard enough for the added heat to be registered by the teasingly smirking naga who was just lounging on a few hundred dead preys and chatting with her viewers. Meanwhile Equustra knelt down next to the softly groaning naga tail, hovering a hand over it and then gasping as Frost took her wrist into his gentle grip and guided her fingers down on Samira’s lower tail.
“You can feel her digest him. Feel how his melted body flows through her winding intestines. Sometimes a tooth or bone fragment passes by and you can feel it too. Imagine how many years she took away from him, how much he willingly sacrificed so my mistress may be healthy and well fed.”
The unicorn held her breath, stopping everything besides her heartbeat as time stopped once more. She looked at the sergal’s acid burnt, smiling face and as she realised how attractive his stomach marks were, the voice in her brain popped in again.
“Scratch that. If you give away your life to feed the monster, she won’t be hungry and out to harm others for a while. Do it. No, this is not an excuse, stop thinking and dive into this experience.”
When time resumed, she realised her free hand had slipped under her skirt and rubbed over the imprint of her swollen labia in her wet panties. Her gaze shifted again, towards Frost’s exposed and almost frighteningly large cock. It looked imposing on his lean frame, she had not expected this from a sergal but since she was equine it was a welcome surprise and as her folds clenched over her probing finger she agreed with her reproductive tract. She wanted to get that sergal off. Equustra got down, leaning over Samira’s tail so her large breasts rested on the tail, sinking a little into it even. Samira’s feeding habits afforded her a little padding on that tail and now those tiny peristaltic ripples registered in the unicorn’s tits, not her fingers. Those were busy cradling Frost’s warm, fluffy balls now and guiding him towards her long snout.
“She digested part of this too?” she asked and nodded at the partially gnarled skin at the tip of Frost’s cock.
“I did.” Samira said from behind, making Equustra shudder as the weight of the naha’s head rested in her shoulder and a forked tongue pushed into her view and licked a bead of murky pre from the almost funnel like opening her stomach acids had turned Frost’s urethral opening into.
“He insisted on fucking my stomach folds.”
The sergal gave a guilty glance and a very unapologetic merp.
“This means he is happy. Anyway, enjoy your snack. I know I will”
 
Equustra gasped sharply as that forked tongue suddenly pressed against her downright ruined panties and then slipped between the cloth and her wet fur. She knew the naga was going to slide it inside her sex, she knew she was going to be eaten out by a very experienced woman. But hot as it was, it was nothing compared to the arousal she felt from knowing Samira was also tasting her dinner when she slid her dextrous tongue over the unicorn’s most sensitive spots. She wanted to compliment her, to thank her for pleasuring her about the kick she got out of knowing this was going to be her last fling. But Frost too had some needs to take care of and her focus was drawn to it when he took hold of her horn and pulled her snout towards his wonderfully musky nuts. She realised with a shudder that thousands of people were watching Samira’s stream. She, a prey rights activist getting eaten out by one of the city’s most notorious predators while eagerly opening her mouth for her digestively mangled pet’s cock. She was so ashamed of the display she was giving, but three times as excited and aroused by it at the same time. The inner conflict seemed to nearly tear her mind apart but at the same time caused a kind of frictional heat which drove her libido into unknown heights.
Eagerly she swallowed Frost’s acid burnt, pitted cock, sliding her tongue over the texture which changed from rough to smooth the further down she went. Her long equine head allowed her to take his entirely length without it reaching her throat, letting her breathe and moan and huff over it while her puckered lips kissed the brim of his sheath and her hands played with his balls as if to beg them to unload into her. All the while the former fox was noisily flowing through the naga’s guts right underneath her. She was mere inches away from a dead person, one she had wanted to free and save an hour ago, one she was eager to succeed as soon as the two predators were done having their way with her.
Eventually her focus was pulled entirely on sex, Frost’s in particular since Samira seemed to taste her orgasm every time it approached and then withdrew her tongue as if to punish her for her past wrongs against her lifestyle. Equustra did her best to appologise for it to her pet’s shaft, wrapping her tongue around it, dipping it into his bitter sheath even. The more slimy juices he secreted right onto her tongue, the more she realised the cute fluffy sergal too was a predator, or at least he sported the intense flavour of one. She shuddered again and as her body shook, he went over the edge. A huff, a cute little noise and then his hard throbbing cock simply unloaded thick warm ropes of semen onto the back of her tongue, his lovely orbs gently swinging against her chin each time he bucked into her perfectly shaped snout. Equustra swallowed around him several times, making sure she got every drop and then pulled back, licking her lips and barely registering it when Samira, Frost and a wall of text messages on the screen behind the sergal all agreed: “Good girl.”
She threw herself on the sergal and gave him a deep intense kiss, soon finding out he did not mind tasting his own semen as his ribbed tongue danced with hers.
“I think it is time for you to feed my mistress.” he said softly in the end, after they parted lips.
“Almost” Samira replied, freeing Equustra from the shameful duty of honestly admitting she craved a gastric death in her coils by now. Not that she was tired of being alive, but that her desires for experiencing this ultimate intimacy were simply outweighing all alternatives by now.
 
 
A moment later Equustra was on her back, spread out on Samira’s incredibly comfortable coils. She was now directly answering the questions of the chat, explaining how her feelings had changed, how her opposition to predation on sentient people had been based on theory. On her own upbringing and that things were just…. Different in reality. As she did so, Samira’s insides clenched and worked underneath her and when she looked up, she could see Frost reaching into her open maw and pulling badly corroded pieces of bone from it. She did not dare to watch it all, but she shamefully moaned when the sergal reached in deep and pulled out half a lower jaw of what could have been boyfriend material a few days ago.
As if she could read her mind, Samira moved one of her large slender hands under her shirt just when she had decided she was going to be too digested to have an issue with groping her own breasts in public now. Sleek scaly fingers pulled up her snug fitting t-shirt until the “people are not food.” slogan was no longer readable and her lovely full breasts slipped out under it.
“Oh my, I am getting the good food today. So, where is the wrapper from? Prey’s rights league?”
“I was, … I am in the league for prey rights. Its totally different.”
“Whatever you say.” the naga chuckled and slithered around to face her and caress around the sides of her boobs.
“These look amazing. About the same size as mine even though you are just a snack. I apologise to all the men out there… and the girls that are into boobs. I don’t judge. Either way, these will all be going into my stomach and then add to these.” she breathed and leaned down, pressing her scaled breasts to Equustra’s short furred ones. The unicorn had definitely the harder nipples at the moment, as both women felt and acknowledged with little moans.
From there, Samira worked her way down and nibbled on or licked over Equustra’s body here and there. This was inexplicably arousing to the unicorn. It was such a hot, intense sensual experience not despite but because this reptile was going to devour her.
 
“Wait!” came Frost’s voice from the adjacent bathroom, followed by some clanking of glassware. “She still needs to sign her jar.” The sergal came back from washing the recovered fox bones in the sink and held what looked like a huge peanut butter jar with a blank label on it.
Equustra’s jaw dropped.
“They are real? We always discussed if such a cruel, depraved, nasty thing could be real.”
“The poop jars?” Samira laughed and flicked her tongue playfully. “Of course they are.”
“I want one! Signing my own home for eternity.”
“Look at you becoming a proper prey slut yet.”
“Could I… press my wet pussy on it as a signature?”
Frost let out a surprised and very horny merp, nearly dropping the jar. And even Samira had to collect her wits for once.
“I think you just graduated.”
 
The naga took the jar and placed it on a cushion full of former horse fur and then gingerly peeled off the panties tightly stuck to Equustra’s hungry sex.
“Oh my, look at those strings.” she admired as she rolled the panties off her prey’s lovely thighs and saw thick goopy nectar sticking to the fabric, connecting it to the swollen, needy lips she just uncovered with thick shiny strings.
“You have no idea how hard it is to not slide my tongue in there again. I am really perpetrating a crime on the dating pool today. Too bad I get turned on by such particularly decadent meals. You are mine now.” she said determinedly and placed the jar between the unicorn’s legs, pushing it gently label first against her heated sex. There she let it soak for five seconds, tasting how her arousal was saturating the room’s air and the label’s paper. When she pulled it off, she took great care to not smear the nicely recognisable imprint and placed it in her pet’s capable paws.
“How do you feel imagining me shitting you into it?” Samira asked with a hungry stare.
Once more her prey shuddered. Just one last shameful but necessary admission to make.
“I… I feel eager. I want to go in. Into you.” a slight glimmer of competitiveness came over her to everyone’s surprise even.
“I want to beat Frost to it.”
“She really is in my spot.” the sergal mock complained while Equustra pushed her feet together, ready to be swallowed.
“Who am I to keep you waiting then.” the naga said soothingly and already unhinged her jaws as she moved towards the offered hooves.
“Finally I will have my own self harvested unicorn horn dildo.”
Everyone was too busy fulfilling some life goal or another to pay any mind to the unsolicited bidding war over that horn which took place in the vore stream chat.
 
 
Equustra felt her heart racing, as the seductive scaly face below her hooves split in half and opened up into a great pink maw. The horror from which she wanted to spare all sentient crAand her nipples stand up tall. She bit down on her lips when the slimy maw engulfed her feet and Samira pushed herself casually over her shins. She knew the naga was an experienced man eater but feeling the skill and dexterity learned at the price of hundreds of lives making her own descent easier and more pleasant was a decadent joy to behold. She moved her hands up to her big cushy brests and kneaded them as she watched in awe how the naga was swallowing her alive. She was certain that every little tickle of Samira’s curved back teeth was a deliberate tease, nothing more, nothing else and heavens did they work on her. She wanted to grope at herself more violently, only keeping back from openly masturbating because the predator’s maw was already moving up her hips and she did not want to get caught on her fangs, or prevent her heavenly tongue from working its magic again. As if she was not squirmy enough already, Samira grabbed her hands and plucked them off her chest, forcing her attention entirely on the maw.
The unicorn nodded as if to accept her punishment and then let out a sudden gasp as her moist perky clit was getting caressed by Samira’s tongue, its forked tip perfectly suited to deliver precise stimulation.
“Oh gosh, what if my old friends find out about this? If they see me mnhh, getting off to this?” she asked in a broken voice, her former meek shyness and her approaching peak both dilapidating her speech. She stared down at Samira but since she was busy eating, Frost replied for her. The sergal knocked on the empty poop jar with her broad pussy imprint on the label.
“If they see the recording they know where to find you and what you will cost.” he chuckled and simply watched the scene unfold.
Something clicked in Equustra’s brain. Her whole prey rights group might watch this, see her moaning and squirming, half eaten, oozing her nectar over a renowned predator’s tongue. She was going to be digested, crapped into that jar she signed with her own genitals and then it was going to get sold off to who knows who. A thought crept into her mind. What if her friends were to hold her remains in their hands like this, what if they remembered how much she moaned and huffed on her way to becoming reptile droppings.
Equustra threw her head back, her horn piercing one of the cushions as she heaved in the strongest orgasm of her life. A thin jet of squirt landed squarely on Samira’s snout and the perky domes her nipples formed in her tshirt were growing wet as she spontaneously lactated.The next thing she felt was her butt slipping into a soft wet embrace and once she looked down again she saw they were just a bulge underneath green and white scales. Now Samira reached up and plucked her hands into her maw, trapping them before peeling up Equustra’s tshirt. Her leaky boobs were exposed for tens of thousands of people to see and her lower body vibrated with Samira’s amused chuckle as the reptile kneaded her sensitive breasts as if to squeeze every last drop out of them.
 
Everything was a swirl of changing emotions. She was still in a strong afterglow when the naga’s upper jaw pushed between her breasts and then climbed over them slowly. The unicorn realised that Samira had not lied during their chats. Once the preyish orgasm ebbed away, being food seemed a lot more scary. She knew that her hear and her lungs were already inside Samira’s maw. Not much of her was left outside and she started to pant, her colourful eyes widening as the opening maw cast a shadow on her. That was when Frost came up to her head to soothe her. He held her chin and her horn, angling her away from the approaching gullet. Warm saliva drooling over her neck still told her of the inevitable descent to Samira’s belly but the sergal held her attention for a little while.
“Don’t panic. You can’t change anything now. You are her precious unicorn horn dildo now. Her stomach only needs to remove the packaging. She is not going to hurt you, I know how she treats good prey. Once you find the tingling too much, we will make sure you just sleep in peacefully. And until then, you can enjoy the best massage in the world. And thank you for the lovely head.” he gave her a little kiss and then helped guide her head into Samira’s approaching maw. Soothing words or not, Equustra was panting hard. Her vision was turned dark pink and then black as a great reptilian throat expanded over her face and closed behind her. Wet muscles kneaded over her whole body. She made meek sounds but the only replies were fleshy squelches. She heard Samira breathe, her calm heartbeat contrasting her own heart’s frantic drumming. She could hardly breathe at all and the little air there was stale and humid. Everything was in flux, moving around her, pushing her deeper. The pressure around her rose and then fell again. Time stopped to make sense as she felt something very tight squeeze over her legs, then up her body. It squeezed over her flat belly, then pressed down on her breasts in a painfully arousing way and once it slipped over her face the acrid fumes hitting her nostrils told her where she was.
She gasped but quickly learned that was a mistake. Burning fumes filled her lounge and made her cough. She did not like it here. It smelled of death, it was tingling her skin and more acids drooled from the walls around her directly onto her body. She was ready to scream before a loud belch all around her robbed her of any breathable gas.
“Well, this concludes the promotion of my little snackvocate. My stomach is very happy she saw the error of her ways.” the words made Equustra think she was being made to pay for something but then, as suddenly as her excitement had turned into fear, fresh air flooded in through the same sphincter she had just passed through. She could breathe once more, feeling the walls no longer sticking so tightly to her. Instead she felt that intermittent peristaltic massage Frost had advertised so much. This was something much more comfortable now. She involuntarily thought that this gentle embrace and fresh-ish air beat dying old and alone in a hospital bed ten to one. After all, she was literally surrounded by the person who made her get off harder than anyone else. Someone who desired her so utterly she would kill (for) her.
“Thank you.” she said in a cute girly voice and pushed a hand against a slimy, acid drooling patch of stomach wall before she realised what she was saying. How silly it was. But when she felt another hand pressing back from the outside, she simply stopped caring. She was not going to need conscious thoughts where she was going. All the unicorn cared for was filling her final minutes with new sensual impressions and exchanging gentle words with her predator and her pet.
 
 
 
The bright orange and green of the “People are not food” t shirt once resembled the warning colours of a poisonous frog, but after a trip to Samira’s stomach and back up again, the garment looked more grey and light brown. But the slogan was still eligible even though Equustra’s bones had poked a few holes into it once the naga’s stomach had exposed and eventually snapped and crumbled them.
“What do you say, chat? Does it suit me? I think it is a little short but gosh that girl had boobs for days. It fits me where it counts, does it not?” Samira narrated as she turned in front of the many cameras in her room. The tshirt held the naga’s ample chest well enough even though her breasts were squeezed a little tightly since her chest was much broader than that of her late prey. Additionally, the shirt ran out of length just a hand and a half below Samira’s boobs. Even if the naga was wearing anything else, like the Equustra’s skirt which had been sold off along with her soaked panties, her outfit would have qualified as skimpy. But as it was, Samira was naked from her fresh trophy downwards.
She then held the star of the show in front of her face. A single horn, the skull it was once attached to entirely melted off while it was only barely touched by Samira’s strong digestive juices. The slightly eroded point and the twisted outer surface of the unicorn horn was looking very promising.
“Wish me luck.” the naga giggled and then guided it down to her folds which she had spread with the index and ring finger of her free hand. There was a hiss, a squelch as the horn entered her sex and then a low deep moan that made Frost look up from the lump of former unicorn bulging the bottom of Samira’s tail.
“I am not selling this. You can buy me a second house, I don’t care, this thing is mine forever. You can have the rest of her once she’s back out.”