“Still fighting, huh Pepper?” asked Bug as she cradled the shuddering swelling in her serpentine middle. The Kirin stretching her scales still persistently struggling as if her weak wriggles might do something, now she was completely encased beneath the glossy veneer. The natural heat of the Kirin’s body permeating into Bug’s new exothermic body pleasantly as she ruminated on the bumbling bucking echoing from her most recent meal. The lively lunch refusing to capitulate to her compressing core like her more still friends further down Bug’s bloated length.

“I bet you want to Nirik up don’t you?” goaded Bug, leaning in so her ear rested on the bulbous lump that corresponded with her lively lunches’ head in an attempt to hear the stifled mewling of her meal. The mass twitching weakly as the stale air began to get the better of the suffocating mare, who made little more than a few meek meeps that were drowned out under the sound of Bug processing her previous prey. The gurgling rumbles giving Pepper a preview of what Bug’s belly would do to her once she slithered a little deeper into the naga’s bitter piping.

“I wouldn’t recommend it, your little friends tried, and I relished the sudden spasms when they turned up the heat only to realize they had no more air, it quite convenient as they saved me burping it up to get them doing one last belly dance,” mocked Bug, as she basked in the hopelessness of Pepper’s confined predicament. The Kirin was trying to say something, pleading perhaps for some moniker of leniency, as if food got an opinion on whether or not she would be leaving Bug’s hospitality anywhere other than the back door. The Kirin making dire sounds of distress as Bug stroked the shadow of her shape through her own flesh, feeling the curves of the fidgeting equine as the tart environment bled the fight from her tiring form.

“O’ don’t be sad, I am sure your spicey friends will following in your saliva drenched slipstream once you slot muzzle to ass with that Autumn Cinder mare,” Chided Bug as she was far from full, and fully intended to use every inch of her improved capacity this form provided to truly experience this village full of flaming food until nothing but a ghost town remained. Bug enjoying how their flavours mixed in her burps that grew more piquant with each additional Kirin who slipped past her lips to be converted into a thrashing bump distorting her svelte lower body. The thrashing swellings stacking in her gut as she packed the ponies away to stew in the simmering stomach solutions like a haul of marinating mackerel. Pepper letting out a shrill shriek from that sentence, though in truth Bug did not know if she had heard the crass comment or the acids were starting to nip, as the naga coddled the convulsing mare within her.

“I am sorry, could you repeat that? I am having difficulty hearing you over the sound of my body digesting yours,” she jabbed coldly a sinister smile coming to her face as all it would take now would be a wet belch to let the poor pony slip into a demented death spasm. The stomach grinding down as it geared up to snuff the life out of Pepper no different than the 5 or 6 other cadavers already simmering in Bug’s festering bowels as they had been blown out like candles in a windy night. The tactile embrace of Bug’s lengthy gastric chamber perpetually kneading as the hellish space clamped down in persistent intervals as if daring Pepper’s body to break so she could be boiled into another mystery meat in the chymified meatball forming at the back end of Bug’s tubular stomach.

The acrid atmosphere forcing a change in Pepper’s protests as she began to grow disorientated and her controlled worming shifted into a blind frenzy as she was basted in the bubbling backwash leaving a bitter taste in her gurning gob. The foul fluid a meaty broth that contained a mixture of melted mares leached off the mare’s spelunking closer to the sphincter as Bug’s biology had wasted no time sluicing them into soup. The bulges dulling, as features were eroded by the caustic tides, as layers of features eroded like limestone statures caught out in acid rain. Bug tensing her tubing to soften up her snacks only to hear a soft pop as an acid pitted skull shattered under the strain of the squeezing stomach’s unrelenting waves.

“I guess your leader couldn’t handle the pressure of rule,” smirked Bug as she reckoned the compounding crunch had come from the largest lump straining her scales. The slate and ebony scutes doing little to hide the suspicious swellings in her stomach as she could still count each lump that held the fizzing flesh of her hot-blooded prey. Such semblances of individuality would soon pass, as the mares melted into an indecipherable slush of assorted equine proteins, and soon it would be time for Pepper to slip into that much mush and like her friends be converted into calories.

“Now then, time for you to accept your fate as fodder,” whispered Bug, before she let out a raunchy belch and felt Pepper begin to convulse, as Bug turned her sights to her next meal before her most recent addition had even gone still……..


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Looks like naga Bug has enjoyed multiple meals, and she is enjoying every second as she bullies her bundled up short term occupants.

A gift sketch that was done by my friend Cello-horse on discord who can be found here: https://derpibooru.org/profiles/Spyro%2527s%2BAryanne .

I got the sketch coloured by my always dependable friend  plaguetyranno who as normal did a stellar job getting the image to pop.

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