“My, my, haven’t you been busy,” remarked Bug, as the moody mare leaned forward to greet the swollen serpent slowly slithering towards her. The sizable snake happily approaching its mardy master, allowing Bug to get a long look at the beast's bloated belly, curious to what the creature had consumed in the short time that the earth pony had let it off its leash. Bug’s amber eyes scanning along the lanky length of the overfed ophidian, as she could not help but take note of the substantial squirming swell that took up the majority of the glossy green reptile’s misshapen midsection.

Bug’s gawking gaze taking a good look at the prominent protrusion, as just from a glance it was abundantly clear that her peckish pet had already partaken in multiple mewling meals. The stifled sounds of its fidgeting food audible through the strained scales, though the terrified twitching did little to help the panicking prey out of their current claustrophobic predicament. The well-fed python seemingly unbothered by the fuss of its protesting passengers, as it was more than used to a weak worming from its horrified helpings of still living, and very much feisty flesh once it was safely stowed within its sweltering stomach. Multiple servings of mewling meat doing little to change this, and try as they might their spasming struggles would do nothing to prompt the predator to regurgitate its hard-won haul of unwilling local cuisine.

The snake just ignoring the ingested’s irritated bucking, and drew closer to Bug, in search of a doting scratch from its often-prickly pony caregiver. The creature confident to gently coil around its mare mother, as it cautiously investigated the engorged equine’s paunchy potbelly with a nuzzling nudge. The tickling touch causing Bug to let out a small smile, as the snake attempted the closest it could get to a cosy cuddle without committing to a crushing constriction, as the animal attempted to show some affection within the limited parameters of its tubular anatomy. Bug returning the caring caress with a soothing stroke, before her hoof transitioned to her lips to contain the looming burp that had been brewing within her bubbling belly.

“URP!...”

The wet wind erupting out of the equine, allowing the mare to again mull the well-marinated taste of her earlier meal of mare meat. The bitter belch laced with a slight mix of blueberry and raspberry flavour, as the shared spices leached off her liquidated lunch and blended into the single slosh of sluiced soup within the churning cavity. The distraught double dinner at this point beyond complaining though, as the currified couple were now just a molten mush, being slowly pumped into Bug’s glugging lower bowels. The snake continuing with the soft pressure of the heavy hug, as it bled the excess air from its corpulent caregivers’ guts, lest the processing pulp give her indigestion.

“That’s a good boy, pop some of those stubborn bones for mommy,” purred the paunchy pony, before she let out a sated sigh brought on by the steady squeeze squishing against her malleable middle. Bug’s hoof naturally rubbing the back of the snake’s head reassuringly, almost as if the bulky boa was just a dog to the slate snafer’s tilted world view. The dour devourer’s hoof tracing along the snake’s spine without fear, as like with most things she had raised from an egg, she trusted the snake far more than the average pony she had the unpleasantries of dealing with on a daily basis. The pony preferring the company of her animals over that of her fellow equines, as the more primitive goals of the supposed monsters was much easier to understand, compared to the often-two-faced nature of her annoying ilk.

CRUNCH!!!

Fizzle….

Bug distracted from this train of thought by the familiar sound of compounding calcium, followed by the slow simmer of escaping magic as one of the bigger shards of shattered calcium in her stomach shattered under the coddling clamp of her serpent’s powerful body. Bug shivering slightly as her belly instinctively clenched to finish the job, causing a string of crackles as the spherical swelling in her barrel deflated a good half-inch now that that stubborn strut was no longer in place. The kneading grasp of the caustic chamber closed in on the simmering slurry, compressing the fermenting female flesh into an ever-tighter ball of dissolving biomass.

The broad snout of the serpent giving a few dabbing nudges against the smoothing swelling, in a helpful attempt to ease along digestion, prompting the pudgy pony to let out a cheerful coo in response to the mashing muzzle. Bug ending their intimate entwinement with a goading push to the snake’s cold cheek, causing the snake to retreat with an understanding “Hiss”, as though it knew its mother was always in a better mood after eating, it knew better than to try and push its luck, lest it join the processing puree in her globular gut.

Bug’s hoof coasting along the beast’s back, as she took stock of the cowering conglomeration of calories the snake had consumed through the thin veil of taut flesh. The muscular body of the overloaded ophidian’s body requiring a bit of imagination, but the grey glutton had a natural knack at gauging exactly what was in a gorged gastric tract. It didn’t take a genius to work out that the snake had had more than one scared snack, as Bug could detect multiple unique female figures beneath the warm snakeskin wrapper. The sequence of shivering shudders, along with the bobbing bumps of what had to be heads making the professional predator estimate around five or six buxom women were currently bulging the beast’s belly, though it was always hard to tell when the lady lunchmeat was stacked like sardines.

The shapes feeling distinctly human, though the energy of the bumbling bulges varied between the lively lumps, as each inhaled individual expressed themselves differently from within the tart tomb. The two lowest lumps ferociously floundering against their smothering surroundings, the one closest to the head letting out dramatic wailing, and one in particular was only emitting mumbling meeps of absolute terror, as they shut down in the skin-tight seal of the stomach sleeve. Bug taking her time, to investigate each effeminate projection, as it was not like the tucked-away treats weren't going anywhere other than out the serpent's back entrance once it was done sapping their stew of any useful sustenance. The mare just wanting to get a good look in before the flailing fight faded, and bit by bit she took in the sequence of swellings in a series of savouring strokes.

The mare making mental notes, the first bulge uptight, on edge, and emitting the most damselesque of noises. The one after her petrified, tense and only letting out a worried meep as Bug pinched her buttery buttocks with a teasing nip. The mare having difficulty with the next bulge, as from this point the women seemed to be more tightly interlocked, though she guessed there were three or 4 of them in there based on the intermixed thrashing as they struggled against enzymes nibbling at their sensitive skin. The ones in the tail end of this quivering queue were the most active though, as they aggressively wobbled in a fervours frenzy, that prevented Bug from having a good gander at the agitated contents before it shifted into another awkward position within the turbulent space of the tummy.

Bug shrugging at this defiance, as she had seen it all before, knowing full well that it would just mean they would die tired, as locked away in that dominant digestive system of the powerful predator there was nothing, they could do to prevent themselves being broken down into their usable base components. Their fate would be the same as the girl gloop in Bug’s belly, nothing more than protein to be used, well that and maybe a few enjoyable burps once their biomass started to boil. The earth pony having on last feel of the female forms, sure that she would be proven right on her estimates when her pet hocked up a greasy bolus of acid ravaged clothes once its dinner melted out of them, as she knew the palate-pleasing primates loved to clad their curves with bland indigestibles. The mare not needing to be that meticulous though, as she was sure she was right in her well-informed guesses, as she had yet to encounter a human with two heads, so with a goading nudge against her plumps cool hide, the two set off back home to sleep off their substantial suppers….


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After enjoying a delightful double dinner, Bug is not surprised to see that one of her pet serpents had enjoyed a massive meal of its own. The grey glutton curious to feel the lively lumps, as she always enjoyed taking a guess at the contents of a bloated belly before the devoured lost their solid composure and became a more molten mush of processing protein....

A Lemon to go with a sketch commission I got from  Natsumemetalsonic That was then coloured by my ever-reliable friend  plaguetyranno .

The real question is what, or should I say who did Bug and the snake snarf. The first person to guess correctly wins a little prize, so study the story carefully and give it your best guess ;)

*Update*

The contest is now over, and unfortunately no one seemed to have landed bang on the answer, looks like the prize is going to carry over to my next contest ;)


For those curious the follow up lemon showing the stomach contents of the serpent can be found here:

https://aryion.com/g4/view/780330


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