BWARP!!!

Bug let out a belch the moment the last tail has slipped past her tonsils to join the groaning mass that was the currently resting in the middle of her serpentine form. The drizzle of drool concluding a hearty meal of writhing naga meat that sat stacked in her stomach like wood. The cylindrical bodies struggling against each other as defined swellings, as the stewing serpents tried to escape the nipping acid, they were wallowing in.

Bug had not taken the time to learn their names, such things trivial, nothing more than lingering remnants of identity would melt away as Bug cooked the stewing mares into a single thick chocolate snake. They were still fighting, struggling under her scales as if they could prevent their fate as fodder in some sort of instinctual folly of self-preservation. Bug rolling the aftertaste of her technicolour treats in her mouth as she began to prod and poke the still firm forms within her as she goaded then to weakly wriggle. The mares were unable to do much of anything as they were packed into the long gut like sardines in a can leaving them unable to do anything more than sweat in the sweltering gastric chamber.

“Go on…... Fight,” whispered Bug, as she stroked the dim forms within her, feeling each one cringe and shiver in sequence as the stomach pulsed around them. They were hers, and she relished their fading fight, as the animated lump rippled with increased tenacity as no doubt the enzymes were starting to bite. Bug grateful that this adopted form could so easily accommodate her lengthy lunch, as the startled naga had easily slotted into her stomach to form a pile of quivering flesh for her to process to protein at her leisure.

“that’s it, just ease into the death spasm….”

“…Don’t be scared, it will all be over after a short little dance,” guided Bug as she felt her prey succumbing to the stomach acid, as soon enough the air or their failing bodies would be unable to sustain life and they would succumb to their digestive destiny as soup. Her prey ignoring Bug’s advice to capitulate as they continued to fidget and twitch sporadically, letting the motions echo out into the quaking swelling that the slate serpent was now leaning on. This lack of compliance prompting Bug to change her tune, as if they were going to keep worming, they might as well be bucking with some vigour before she sluiced them to stew.

“You know the meatloaf my gut is going to grind you into is going to pass through that sphincter by your muzzles,” informed Bug casually, as she filled her food in on what was going to happen once her gut masticated their body into a more workable form. Bug curving her body ever so slightly, so the pulsing star of muscle kissed the mares grimacing faces with the steady thrumming of their devourer's calm heart. The action to cement Bug’s confidence in their short-term future as countless ponies had drained from the stomach for the intestines as little more than a thick broth that at this point this was standard operating procedure.

“You’re going to go from 4 people, to a single ball of gore that I will slowly drain into my bowels, before I dump you off no differently than any other dinner date,” said Bug casually, as she explained her plans for the night, the wriggling within her slowing to a standstill as her prey were clearly petrified at the thought of becoming poop. A muffled sobbing creeping from the lively lump as no doubt the revelation of death was too much for one of their feeble constitutions as they reverted to hysterics.

“You might ask what you did to deserve such a fate? Well, it's rather simple,” said Bug slowly as she stroked the meeping forms within her chunky frame. Her frog fumbling against a meaty protuberance as she tried to work out if it was a hoof or a head, before a yelp reverberated out informing her it was the matted mess that was the mane on one of these half-drowned souls heads.

“I need to re-tile my bathroom, and your glossy scales will serve as the ideal candidate, though I will have to wash the stomach acid off them once I hack what is left of you up as a nice concise pellet,” explained Bug, as she outlined what was going to happen to the hardy indigestible once the more tender mare meat melted away. Bug’s plan causing the fight within her to rejuvenate as the four learned their entire chemical bath was for this mardy mare to do a bit of DIY home renovation. Bug smiling as she knew these lamia would provide enough sales to put some rather colourful designs on the floor, the earth pony just hoping this more elongated body could process hair as she did not much want to pass this large of a meal as a soggy hairball.

“Go on… just curl up and digest, let me feel you succumb to my body for a second time,” provoked Bug before she snickered to herself as a smile crept across her fanged mouth. These sluts were too easy, and even now as her body was lysing them to a pulp, they lacked the true fight she expected from such supposedly predatory pony ilk.

“You know what…. Let’s see which one of you has the best survival instinct,” mused Bug, before she just burped and vented the acrid air from her gut. The backwash of her meals melting meat hitting her palate causing her to salivate as immediate her occupants began to suffocate. Bug watching with morbid curiosity as one by one they stopped until the mare at the bottom concluded the flurry of activity with a few schizophrenic muscle contractions.

Bug mulling the taste of fear and liquidating mare meat on her tongue, as she failed to congratulate the now still slut in her stomach that had won the rat race to digestion. There was little point for such sentimentality, as she just yawned and slithered her bloated body back to her lair, so that she might hunker down and process this feminine feast. A satisfied smile on the grey glutton’s face, as prepared to sleep off this little excursion, and then, well it would be a matter of who would fill the vacancy these 4 would leave as an energetic breakfast………………...

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A second spontaneous Collab between me and Stem (https://derpibooru.org/profiles/StemTheBug ). In which Bug easily devours his 4 naga pony girls as a quartet of slithering snacks.

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