Nompfh!!

A sudden lunging swallow suddenly introducing Cinnamon Chai to the moist interior of a tight throat with a throbbing palpation. The gulping undulation coasting over the unprepared unicorn’s flabbergasted face with a rolling contraction, as the confident chug took the surprised equine to her shoulders in a single strong slurp. The mare only having a split second to see the hungry maw approaching, as with an audible “ulp” she suddenly found herself overly intimate with the accommodating oesophagus that sat beyond the parted grey lips that had descended upon her. The peristaltic pipework conforming to her confused cranium and spittle slathered coat with a snug skintight seal, that squeeze against her startled skull with a saliva-soaked squish.

The sudden ding of shattering porcelain filling the empty tea house, as in the disorientated commotion, the unbalanced barista dropped the cup of tea she had just finished freshly brewing. The beverage taking a little longer to make than the mare would have liked, but because Tuesday was always one of the quieter days, there had not been many customers, so she had needed to put on a fresh kettle for this last-minute order at the end of the day. Chai’s shift up until this point had been rather bland and banal, and because the order was small, she had been more than happy to humour the quaint request, even if the shop was closing shortly. The choice of drink one of the unicorn’s personal favourites on the menu, and though it was a tad bit normal she never failed to enjoy making a mug of it.

Tranquili-Tea, was the name she had proudly given to her calming concoction, though in truth it was just a rich Chamomile tea. Not like this mattered now, as the fruits of her labour were cast aside, with the sound of quality China clattering against the floor. Not like the ambushed mare was currently thinking about cleaning up the spill before it inevitably stained, as she was more worried about the sweltering shroud of warm flesh that had spontaneously enveloped her head in a humid hug. The tickle of teeth tracing down her neck like a gently nibbling choker, as the claustrophobic caress of the tensing gullet claggily eased over the equine with a soggy ooze.

Chai’s alarmed hooves naturally coming up, as the mare attempted to hold back the form-fitting encasement slithering over her skin like a ravenous flow. A stern shunt more than enough to shake off her frantically pawing frogs though, as Bug was well used to a reflexive resistance to sputter out of potential prey when the time came for her to quench her appetite for chevaline. The reflexive wriggling coming off her curvy meal of mare meat, not going to stop the grey glutton from enjoying a filling meal of mare meat, as Bug had bolted down many more stubborn snacks than the fidgeting struggles the curvy proportions before her were presenting. The panicked and hysterical writhing expected when it came for the slate snarfer to partake in female flesh, as from her pinned position the now bucking barista was in no position to prevent her satisfying slide into Bug’s waiting stomach.

The mardy mare just tightening her grip before her frightened food really started to fight back, and leaned in with a confident chug, eager to begin consuming the coffee-flavoured treat currently passing over her palate. The peckish pace almost leisurely, as in truth the voracious equine was in no real rush to pack away the mewling mare currently threading betwixt her tonsils. Each swallow calm and calculated, as the dour devourer was safe in the knowledge that no pony would interrupt Chai’s unplanned dinner date with her digestive tract, seeing as the moody mare had taken the brief moment necessary to flip the store sign to “closed” when she had sauntered in…….

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It was getting close to closing time, and though it was getting near to the end of Cinnamon Chai's shift, she still had one last order to fulfil, though I doubt the barista could have predicted that this last interaction for the work day would end with a terminal trip down a tight throat and a satisfied belch....

My one-hundred-and-fifthteenth sketch from  Silent_E 's patreon. This one features Cinnamon Chai having a run-in with an ever-hungry Bug just before closing time.

This hapless barista was kindly coloured by my friend  plaguetyranno .

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