“No that won’t do….” Mumbled Octavia to herself in her articulate cadence, as she debated the elegant gown to wear for her summer concert later this evening. Her hands hovering over several things as varied from exotic silks to graceful dresses that perfectly hugged her buxom figure, but nothing in her wardrobe was catching her eye. Her collection of garments extensive, each one classy and refined but not one was clicking as she ran her hand along her walk-in wardrobe indecisively.

“too glossy….” Continued Octavia as she rejected a tight-fitting satin evening dress, her hand instead drifting towards more a colourful floral sundress, before being distracted by a ritzy art deco garment in a brilliant ivory like a piano’s keys. The item of clothing ideal to clad her sculpted body, which currently sat as naked as the day the woman had been born, as she had waited to pick a dress so she could match it with her lingerie.

This casual nudity not an issue, as Octavia loved to flaunt her sexuality, hence the way this dress would display her wide hips and busty cleavage. The mare was an expeditionist, well she would be if it wouldn’t destroy her public image as a sophisticated and stylish musician, though she had ended the night after more than one concert having a cheeky shag in the supply closet. The thought of going commando crossing her mind as a lewd squall, before Octavia discarded that as she plucked a frilly pair of panties from a draw as the dark ebony tanga matched the dress just right.

“Now to pick a br……”

The next thing Octavia knew she was on the ground head ringing as the mother of all migraines bored into her brain like a rotary file. Her eyes were unable to focus as she suddenly felt cold as the hot air of the summertime sun no longer graced her body, allowing a shot of adrenalin to grow gooseflesh across her svelte frame. Her limbs were not responding, the motions delayed as if she was drunk and high on a cocktail of every backstreet drug one could imagine, as a starry sky began to dart through her shaky vision.

She could taste blood, a far cry from the red wine she had expected during the after-party later tonight, as instead a coppery aftertaste mulled on her taste buds. Octavia’s scalp felt sticky like treacle leaking into her hair, as a damp red pooled on her grey fur, her intelligent mind trying to work out what had happened as she lay sprawled out on the soft carpet. Had she lost balance and fallen, her bleary eyes looking around her limited field of view from her prostate position, as it hurt too much for her to muster an attempt to stand.

“Hit in the head,” she mouthed the words, but nothing left her lips as they flapped mimicking the motions required for sounds in a delayed stupor. The woman starting to piece what had happened together as she began to come to, and the stinging sensation on the back of her head began to become less dull making her wince as her nerves began signalling.

Something had hit her hard, the cognitive processes coming together, as the artist began to realise what had happened to her. The realisation she had been attacked causing a shiver to run down Octavia’s back, but the cellist didn’t have long to dwell on this startling revelation, as a motion in her peripheral vision caught the attention of her purple eyes.

She couldn’t identify it, as slowly a damp seeping sensation spread over the crown of her head, the crackle of spit filling Octavia’s senses as something eased its way over her pretty little head. the sensation like a hot shower, as warm ripples of saliva, trickled down her body in a smooth transition, as rapidly the undulating depths overtook the top half of the worming woman triggering her to begin struggling in a clumsy thrashing. It did very little except rub her exposed noggin nerves, causing her to cringe and her muffled screams to finally get some pitch to them in a bawling swan song as she was ingested by some unknown entity.

The tight chute that rippled in peristaltic yanks forming a tight seal upon Octavia’s body, gagging her as it threatened to smother her with its overbearing compressions. Her face grimacing in pain, her hands trying to cradle her head, but finding themselves stuck at the elbow, leaving her to feel only the glossy scales of her devourer, that she struck ineffectually as the serpent continued its stroll over her body in an oozing slide. Screaming her lungs out Octavia tried to flag down help, but in her heart she knew she was doomed, as she was home alone, Vinyl already out doing some illegal rave, leaving this serpent all the time in the world to tuck her up in its stomach to be slept off at a whim.

Then she felt it, something had begun caressing her inner thigh, a hand, a spark of hope igniting in the performer's heart as someone must have heard her stifled screeches for help.

“Help m….” wheezed Octavia before her plead turned to a yelp as she suddenly felt both her breasts pushed even further to her already oppressed chest. The person copping a feel on her assets as they took advantage of her compromised position to violate what little dignity she had before she expired and became a meal. The sounds coming out of Octavia’s throat morphing suddenly as the reached a primal hopelessness that would only turn worse as what this marauder progressed his advances on her body before she was swept to the stomach to stew

Outside the snake 2 minutes prior
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Hefting his hammer the burglar examined his handiwork, the claw bloody and snagged messily with a chunk of scalp and a thick tuft of long black hair. It had been too easy, the intricate glass veranda door at the back of the house had not even been locked as if the owner felt herself immune to robbery. It had been as simple as walking in, donking the bitch on the head and letting his snake start the long swallow, the fact she had been naked was an unexpected benefit, and it was one the intruder decided to take full advantage of. His hand reaching out to cup a feel of the meaty tits that even now bounced under the scales of his serpent, the woman’s screams changing in tone immediately as she knew her supposed rescuer was now simply molesting her helpless form as the snake swallowed her whole. He could feel her nipples poking out on his palms as the fear brought them to bullet-like nubs that poked through the scales alluringly. The whole experience magical as the muscle body wall of the snake's throat didn’t dull anything and the tits were still soft to the touch as if Octavia was currently not half entombed in a snake.

The cunt was still confused, her left arm reaching up to touch her stinging scalp as the drool enflamed the open wound with its nipping presence. The whole sight rather pathetic and watching the whores squirm and wriggle as they were converted from person to bulge always made the robber's cock twitch as he decided to make the most of his snakes’ shapely snack. His first few grasps playing with the mewling female, as he warmed up, but after a few firm compressions of the impressive jugs the foreplay had made the interloper sufficiently horny, so unzipping his pants he began………….

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Another collab with Crazy Water who can be found here ( https://derpibooru.org/tags/artist-colon-crazy+water ). This time with anthro action, we had plans for vore day, but they fell through, this is just unrelated gubbins with some tittie fondling and some good oldfashioned snake vore. Hope you guys enjoy.

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