Fluttershy was a well of compassion, her mother was no different, though the more mature mare was better versed in garden flowers than the penchant for fauna her daughter exhibited. This didn’t stop Posey Shy from agreeing to look after one of her daughter’s woodland friends as a favour well the mild mare was out of town to observe a quaint butterfly migration. The idea sounding fun to Posey as her husband was out of town for the weekend, as he had been asked to be a guest speaker for the national cloud expo, so the shy matriarch thought she could use the company.

The situation seeming sound, but if she must confess, she had been expected something more on the fuzzy side. Posey expecting a cute little bunny or squeaking mouse, but instead, Fluttershy had dropped of a large crate that contained one of her scalier shadows, that took the form of a bulky serpent. The creature making Posey more than a little uncomfortable, but she had told her daughter everything was fine, as she was not one to raise much of a fuss if the creature was house trained.

Posey smiling as she remembered how giddy Fluttershy had been, and against her better judgement she had agreed to take the snake, even when her daughter noticed the nervous sweat creeping onto her buttery brow. This caution was quick to pass though as the slithering snake seemed content to bask by the window, contently lapping at the summer air with its forked tongue like a cat to cream.

The snake sitting in a tangled mess upon the padded window seat, as its slender frame folded to fit the hoof carved poets’ corner that her husband was so fond of lounging on when he got back from his long shifts at the weather factory. In truth, it seemed rather banal and lazy, as it didn’t seem to want to muster the effort to move from its reclined position except to give a periodic glance at the temporary caretaker.

Mrs Shy looking at the snake for a moment as she went to make herself a calming herbal tea. The reptile raising its head as if to say hello as she passed. Its glaring gaze focusing on her from the dark polished coal that was its emotionless eyes as if it wanted her to reciprocate the interaction. Unseen slit-like pupils focusing as it let out a long slow hiss as it just stared at Posey as if waiting for her to make the first move. The Pegasus thinking back to what Fluttershy had said about the snake being a little sweetheart, though from its glossy exterior the equine was finding it hard to see the lovable side of the cold-blooded beastie.

Against her better judgement, Posey slowly walked over, each hoof step on her hazel floor seeming to echo louder than normal, as she reached her dainty frog up for the creature to smell as if she were approaching a stray dog. The snake tilting its head to the side as if asking for a rub, its jaw opening slightly showing needle-like teeth that were almost grounds for Posey to make a hasty retreat. For that ever reason though the mare was feeling particularly brave and reached out expecting the slimy caress of the svelte creature’s skin.

Well, svelte was being generous, the creature was built like a telegraph pole, as it seemed to be a rippling cylinder of muscle and bone. Its scute clad body warm to the touch surprising Posey as she had expected the veneer of a slug, instead it was smooth like sanded stone. The creature leaning into her contact, as her warm body and the soft scratching of a dull hoof seemed to appease the serpent, though its emotionless form gave no indication aside from physical force.

“Aren’t you a cutie,” mumbled a surprised Posey as she spent a few seconds stroking the overly large ophidian, as though it was not her preferred puppy, the tactile touch of the snake was strangely hypnotic. The snake responding to Posey by letting out a steady exhale as it drew casual breath as it embraced the affection. The creature not dumb, nor was it smart, a better word being cunning as it sat as a looming threat in the safe living room setting. The snake knowing how hard it was to catch horsefly’s, though this one like its normal steward seemed to have a deposition away from flying, not that that would help the sweet-smelling mare in front of it in a few more long seconds.

What was to come next was only natural, but the naïve Fluttershy should have known better, and her ignorance was to her mother’s undoing. Posey lulled into a false sense of control as her kind heart began to warm to Fluttershy’s friend, the unorthodox beast clearly just miss understood like most of its ilk that her daughter cared for. Mrs Shy opening her mouth to say something reassuring as if she were petting a dog when the snake simply tensed and struck.

The Pegasus’s cerise eyes going wide in shock, as she caught the flash of a cotton maw before she felt the impact and was knocked to the ground from the sudden strike. Posey’s glasses careening across the floor leaving her blind, not that she would be seeing much but darkness soon as a sodden mouth slotted her muzzle into its moist embrace stifling any screams in the cradle. The snake had bided its time, and now the moment was right it would claim its pony portion.

The sound of her heart kicking into high gear hitting Posey like a wave as her brain defaulted to instinct and graced her with a shot of adrenalin so that she might flee the threat now latched onto her face like a clamp. The snake not wasting time for its prey to put up a fight, as it just gave a gulp and with one rolling peristaltic pulse Posey was suddenly met with the sound of the ocean as her elliptical ears folded flat to her head as she was rended streamlined for swallowing.

The mare trying to fight, her weak wings flapping like a snared pigeon, her lithe legs trying to prop herself up, but the snake was just too heavy as it overpowered the frail female with its girthy magnitude that left the prey animal helpless in its coils. The snake taking its time, as it knew the flat toothed female was no threat, as it began to draw her into its body with groping grasps of its prepped and primed gullet.

It was less a fight and more simply watching a more powerful being inhale a lesser one. The snake confident in the reduction of this pony to protein, as it just let her flow into it an inch at a time with each consecutive swallow. The range of motion was soon gone, as Posey's head was brought to the floor and her plump plot began to rise to the sky as she was wrestled into a submissive pose.

From here the snake simple climbed up her body with a series of hot yanks of its overly attentive throat, as little by little amber fur was flushed in saliva and once greased drawn into the peristaltic portal to the already growling gut. Mrs Shy was powerless, her wings bundled to her back and then glazed in a thick drool, the sensation making her shiver as she felt the no longer warm air tickling her exposed inter-leg treasures as she began to overheat in the sauna-like slopes of her devourer's upper digestive tract.

The back legs flicking their frogs as if waving a departing ship, her inert thighs flailing in a flabby fashion after years of inaction in the no longer post-retirement bliss. The flower garden not an arena that could hone the decrepit mare into anything else by a tasty package of horsemeat that this voracious serpent was now well on the way to harvesting the fruits of her inactivity. The sight almost sad, as the sodden mare slipped ever deeper, leaving her motions to greatly diminish as bit by bit she was bound in the veil of the invasive throat that was swooping over the mares fatty form in a tight seal that would package her nicely for her shipping to the stomach.

Flanks, gaskins, all of the mare from her cute little nose to her eye-catching buttocks was now enclosed in a taut layer of ravenous snakeskin. Posey’s back legs giving a few ineffectual flicks before with a slight nudge they slipped past leathery lips and the serpent closed its mouth sealing away its meal in the claustrophobic care of its cramped innards. The Pegasus’s life cumulating in her being reduced to nothing more than an undescriptive mass that slowly sank to the snake’s stomach, so that she could come to a stop in her final resting place about halfway down the gastric tunnel. Sounds of muffled protest emanating from beneath the screen of scales as Posey screamed for help, the words muffled over the groan of the digestive deluge that the stomach was already flooding with as the snake set down to sluice the mare in its simmering sea of a stomach sack.

The lewd lump oozing to a stop as the panicked pony rapidly burned through her limited oxygen supply, Posey knowing she was home alone, so her normally quiet voice was now but a coarse ruckus that was nothing but a whisper outside of the roaring biological engine that had claimed her as fuel. The pony shaped protrusion giving a few more twitches before going into a blind spasm, the mare bucking like a pony possessed, but in the end, she went still like the doormat she was and accepted her fate as a snake’s snack.

The snake dragging the lifeless lump back to the window so it might digest it’s now cadavered caretaker in the leisurely glow of a summer sun. The serpent letting out a satisfied hiss as it had now tasted the chef, and it was now eager to taste its meals cooking when she got back from her trip, but for that to happen the snake would need to digest this haul and make some space…………

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Posey Shy agrees to look after one of Fluttershy's woodland creature friends, it ends badly.

A commission I got from what seems to be a regular artist here now. Big thank you to  plaguetyranno for humouring my deviance, and I hope many more arts from them are to follow.

Part two for this sensual slurp can be found here: https://aryion.com/g4/view/571424

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