“I have to know what Fluttershy felt!” proclaimed Twilight assertively, the mare having mulled her fears for several days at this point. It had been 6 months since the serpent laying in the glass enclosure in front of her had eaten her meek Pegasus friend, the bulge she had made long gone, leaving a snake plump and now slightly more grown.

The creature had been watching her attentively as she had made a habit in more recent weeks of pacing in front of its enclosure mumbling to herself, a few hairs on her normally straight mane out of place in frizzy flags signalling her rapidly slipping mental wellbeing. Her dreams filled with this supposedly slimy creature that was staring back at her with slit-like pupils, the serpent genuinely scaring her, as it was something primal, almost like magic in its raw form.

It was an obstacle that was clouding her focus, a lingering spectre as it occupied her every waking hour as she failed to not try and imagine the horror that Fluttershy had experienced in her last moments before being reduced from pony to food. The thought horrified Twilight, but at the same time her inquisitive mind was just a tad bit curious as her hubris could not allow such a thought to go out to pasture and be forgotten.

That factor of being dominated, a pony reduced to food, its scared Twilight, the power to remove a person’s self, their identity and replacing it with naught but their nutritional value, she had to experience it. Her mind going down the spiralled rabbit hole as she used cannibalized logic to try and get to the bottom of what was but primal fear. She tried not to think about it, but every time she closed her eyes, she could see that yellow and pink pellet on the morgue table, and she had been required to identify that clump of greasy fur as her skittish friend’s mortal remains, and ever since then she had wondered profusely upon the process that the poor Pegasus had experienced to get to that point.

Her sleep was in tatters, the normally scheduled mare slipping into a malaise of erratic behaviour and it was abundantly clear to everyone who knew her that something was seriously wrong. If she was going to move on with her life this snake had to eat her, she had to know what it was like for Fluttershy, and when and only when that had happened, she could let it go and no longer be going Twilynanas. But to do that she would require a prep list as she knew for a fact that her survival instinct would trigger and in an erratic panic with alicorn magic she was liable to blow a hole in the castle wall, as she attempted to blast the snake all the way to Yakyakistan.

With the twinkle of magic she began to scrawl down a list of what she would need on scrolling parchment, the quill dancing over the page as she jotted down what she needed. The normally well-presented hoof writing a mess as she had not slept in several days making the writing a bit janky as her coordination was not all there.

Soon she had her list, and going on a little winding walk, around the castle and a quick raiding of her bedside dresser she had all she needed, each item checked off the list with an aggressive and large tick. the lines growing crooked as the anticipation of what she was about to embark on mounting in her mind like boiling water, which with overbearing steam pressure was set to explode.

Locking the door to the room, as though she had given Spike the day off, she did not want him or any of her other friends wandering in on her. This was a bridge she had to cross alone and discarding the objects she had required in a neatly organised pile, she looked back at the snake, which had in her absence curled up under its heat lamp in a coiled mass of snoozing serpent. Placing a hoof on the glass, looking at the snake, she steeled herself, before with the glittering of her horn she began to render herself impotent.

Looking upon her pile of items, she gave her list one last check finding everything she might need present and accounted for, before she rolled up the parchment, and placing it gently on the nearest flat surface so she might retrieve it later. She was a calculated mare, not the sort for frivolous pursuits, and as such she had carefully planned every item that was strewn before her, so that she could “Enjoy” the snake taking her as dinner in the safest way possible for both parties involved.

The first item on the to-do list was a silver buttplug, the metal polished and gleaming, the stopper on the end adorning her cutie mark, as this item had been a trusty companion for several years. though this sex toy was a personal item from her more extracurricular activities it would serve the purpose of bunging her up so that if she were to freak out as the jaws closed around her, she would not soil herself in a panic-induced loss of faculties. The mirror-like silver metal that made up the item cold to the touch when she placed it gently upon her anus, the tender tissue tightening slightly on the cool stainless steel. The mare taking a deep breath before relaxing and daintily pushing the plug into her normally uptight rectal cavity. The bulbous egg sliding in slickly until it hilted and came to a halt, where it remained steadfast, its presence apparent as it emanated a tight pressure upon the bowel lumen it occupied. The frigid sensation soon passing as like a rectal thermometer the buttplug soon leached enough of Twilight’s core body temperature to be indistinguishable from her own body, barring the omnipresent strain it was exerting upon her anus and lower bowel that was sucking on it like a lollypop.

This left her rear exit occupied, so moving in a logical pattern that meant her other lower port needed filling. Grasping a black dildo with her magic, this one a pretty vanilla cylinder of silicone, no fancy ribbing or notching to be found, as this was a purely scientific endeavour so personal pleasure would be kept to a minimum, even so she still felt her loins becoming moist as she spread the folds and gently eased the rubbery girth into her birth canal. The frictionless rubber entering easily, she pushed it in so that it tapped against the opening to the womb, and with that she allowed her pussy lips to close sealing it in darkness, her Kegels clutching away at the foreign object stimulating the already antsy nerve clusters.

With her back ports occupied, she then closed her splayed suppled buttocks, the soft glutes closing like curtains obscuring the two hedonistic implements that even now were causing her to turn a shade red with their presence. There was something inherently sexual about all this, as if the mare’s own instincts were leading her on this self-destructive path, the law of nature overriding her more rational senses as the thought of what was to come made her hearts tempo increase ever so slightly.

Closing her bumcheeks with a peachy clap, her plot jiggled slightly before she rolled back on her haunches stopping any jelly-like wobbling with her weight as a restraint. With her plot cemented on the ground, she leaned back so her legs cleared the floor and she presented herself for a rope that trailed across the room like an eel encased in flowing purple magic. The rope forming two constricting binds that held her hindlegs firmly together in a taut display of bondage. The twinned fetters holding her hind cannons and gaskins together firmly, so that they chaffed against each other on her inner legs, leaving the hind limbs unable to move in any manner other than ineffectual dolphin kicks.

After a few rolls of the hips she was content with the quality of her knot tying skills, and moved on to her forelegs, binding them behind her back in a simpler fashion to her hind legs. This removed any possible motion and left the soft frogs in the small of her back, as the limbs were tired straight forcing her into an obelisk-like straight-backed posture. This was further reinforced by a second astringent coil of rope that pinned her large wings folded flush to her barrel, Twilight twisting the ties just a little too tight, so that she barely had enough room for her ribs to raise as she drew casual breath. This an extra precaution as she didn’t want the knots to fail mid ingestion and she might begin to flail, hurting herself or the snake, as she knew she was going to struggle, once the flight or fight instinct kicked in as the jaws began to straddle her hips.

Now she needed to silence herself, Twilight opening her mouth, and slotting a sphere of red rubber into her normally articulate and well-spoken mouth. Her white teeth rimming the ball gag, forming a tight seal and reducing any noise she might be able to muster into nothing but low muffled protests. Though she hated the taste of polymers she needed this precaution, as if she started screaming, she had little doubt that Rainbow or Applejack would kick the door down and interrupt her little experiment. With as clink she tightened and affixed the buckle at the back of her head, holding the gag into her mouth like an apple to a roast pig, leaving her just one final step and then Princess Twilight Sparkle for a time would be nothing but a protesting bound sausage of mare meat.

Lighting up her glowstick, the horn humming as she manipulated the door to the terrarium, the sliding door stuttering open as the pressure in her loins was starting to cloud her focus preventing a smooth transition from closed to open. With that done she seized the last item on her list a single thick obsidian ring, a magic blocker, as all her other restraining steps would be made mute if she still had control of her horn, as it would act as a get out of jail free card, and as such would prevent her feeling true helplessness, as her greatest power would still be at her disposal, unlike Fluttershy who had been born magically challenged on account of being a Pegasus.

Giving a stifled grunt, she leaned her head back, pointing her horn to the ceiling and gently lowered the horn ring upon the protruding spiralled bone. The moment the black ring touched the tip of her horn, the glowing petered out in a stall and the ring fell down her horn until its girth caught it, and the binding charm adhered it to her glimmer rod for the predefined time she had set for it. Twilight had thought through a bit of causal side research and concluded that around 2 hours was enough time. she had come to this conclusion as she had cross-referenced feeding times for various snake species, and though Fluttershy was no longer with them to offer her guidance, Twilight had made an informed decision on Mister Needleteeth’s ingestion speed based on existing evidence.

Her mind running through her plan, as she mentally double checked she had set everything up perfectly, as her plan was to experience ingestion and then once the timer on her horn ring expired just to blink out of the stomach, a bit soggy but no worse for wear, the mare having enchanted her ball gag for diving so that she would not suffocate in the no doubt overbearing depths of the snakes innards. The mare feeling the cold floor on her belly as she sat neatly gift-wrapped and ready for the feeding so she could fully experience the nature of tooth and claw and put to rest the demons in her head yearning to feel the sensation of total domination from the safety of a well-planned excursion.

These thoughts of contingency’s interrupted by a slithering sound, Twilight’s ears rotating so she could focus on the sound. her head in turn craning so she could chance a gander out of the corner of her purple eyes at what had created the disturbance. She saw what she expected to see, her anus winking in anticipation as she was now powerless to resist as the observing head of Mr Needleteeth poked through the open door to his enclosure looking almost puzzled at the packaged meal laid out before him. Slipping through the threshold to its humid tank, tongue flickering as it tasted the air, the snake orientated itself, so its pit glands faced Twilight and it scooted over to have a gander at what It presumed was food.

Twilight wobbling her rump slightly as if to draw the snake in, the enamel that allowed her cutiemark to adorn the sex toy glistening in the light, almost giving a bejewelled appearance to the buttplug. The mare rolling her hips rhythmically as it was the only motion, she was capable of, as she hoped it would give the snake the impression, she was but helpless game for its belly, allowing her plan to come to fruition.

Twilight could not see the snake as it approached, the scaled beast in her blind spot, but she could hear it over her heart slowly speeding up, her loins clenching as she grasped the dildo within, and she began to worm slightly in place as you could cut the tension with a knife as any second it was about to begin. This anxious dance interrupted when she felt a forked tongue caress her left ear, the mares head bolting to the sensation as she was now face to face with the pointed skull that was well and truly invading her personal space.

“Omigosh, omigosh, omigosh,” mumbled Twilight mentally, as she was just moment’s away from finally experiencing what it felt like to be completely dominated, just as Fluttershy had felt, finally giving her clarity upon the morbid topic that had troubled her for the last few months. Her excitement building as she would have so many notes to make on this, as well as finally give her some closure on her troubling thoughts regarding Fluttershy.

The hissing casual breathing of the snake was a stark contrast to the slowly increasing in speed rhythm of Twilight’s own respiration. She could feel her heart in her chest thumping away, a healthy dose of adrenalin tickling the strings of muscle, as she was helpless in front of the muscular creature. It just sat there leering menacingly, as it looked upon the gently squirming mare bound in front of it, its tongue tasting the air as it savoured the meal to come. The raspy breaths and dancing tongue irritating Twilight, but she could not swat away the creature and the best she could do was rustle her ears in fidgeting fear.

Mr Needleteeth, nodding slightly, before with a flash of its fangs it struck, causing Twilight to yelp into her gag, as sharp teeth pierced her shoulder. The serpent spiralling around her in a constricting embrace like lightning, further enveloping the already bound mare, as she mewled in startled terror as she was powerless to resist the attack. Even though she had planned for this pain of teeth slashing epidermis, the exhilaration of the strike and its accompanying pain had her heart jogging, as she began to panic, everything seeming all so real now as she felt the sting of damaged nerves in her shoulder. The snakes embrace enveloping her body like a cocoon as it began to force the non-existent fight out of her, the alicorn knowing that the moment it had latched on like a leech she was no longer a pony, and just a well-shaped lump of lunch meat destined for its gut. She just bit her tongue in regard to the nipping pain the thin teeth had wrought on her and prepared for her vision to be framed by warm gums, her heart fluttering slightly as her body told her to buck, but her mind and the ropes binding her held her still.

The snake finding no fight in the mare except a few muffled protests and jerking contractions of limbs laced up to look little more than pretty over any practical defence. In a few moments it was confident that it had subdued its prey and winding its head to face Twilight’s it opened its maw and gave her a good look at a pale mouth and the dim darkness of a gaping throat. The cotton coloured embrace drawing close, and Twilight flinched as she felt the damp maw touch her muzzle. The moist shroud quickly covering her flaring nostrils and climbing up her wedge-shaped face, the sensation causing her to grit her teeth into her ball gag as she began to hyperventilate.

The yanking teeth of the snake working up her muzzle like spiders’ legs, feeling this Twilight closed her eyes as she prepared to allow the mouth to envelop her head, but it came to an abrupt stop after a few more swallows grasped over her face, as her now impotent horn acted as a stop block preventing the snake from surmounting the prodding protrusion and taking her egghead into the eager throat. The snake’s gullet and teeth yanking, but no movement was happening as the right angle of bone that decorated Twilights large mind was preventing any further progress from being achieved, the snake wobbling its head, but no matter what position it adopted it was unable to overcome the spiralled wand that it was unused to in prey.

Opening her eyes, Twilight was met with the snake lathering its drool upon her snout, before almost begrudgingly it retracted its head leaving it yawning as it realigned its jaws. The creature looking disappointed, as its head disappeared back behind Twilights and she could feel it manipulating her bound body, as the front end of the creature seemed to move backwards to get a more holistic view of its dinner. Finding a new angle it wormed its head to the other end of its meal, and with a little awkward shuffling and a grunt from Twilight the snake was willing to give ingesting the alicorn another shot.

Feeling the humid hug of the snake open over her hind hooves, Twilight moaned gently, as if she was testing the waters at the local pool upon her frogs. The small nibble the snake had taken on her back was welling bright red blood, but it was just capillary bleeding and for the most part she was now ignoring it, just the sticky feeling of a little spilt blood matting her fur, but she was sure after this was over with a small band-aid would be sufficient to cover the injury. soon she felt both her hind legs slide into the snake’s oesophagus like a pair of living socks, the snake forming an undulating tube that was quick to find a formfitting grasp for the mare in its lumen.

The game was back on, Twilight enjoying the tight snug grasp that was rolling down her calves, matting the fur and making her flesh slick and oiled to assist in swallowing, the whole experience alien, but at the same time strangely arousing as if she was having an intimate massage from a skilled masseuse. The flesh to flesh contact only dulled where the ropes held her still interrupting the latex-like clutch of the throat, though it was insufficient a deficiency to make a noticeable difference to the sensory overload the compressing gullet was making on her lower appendages.

In a way Twilight was disappointed, this was nowhere near as scary as she had thought, as it was more like a gentle slide down a calm creek, each roll of the throat paired with a rake of the teeth pulling her an inch or so further into the cavernous throat. The realisation it was actually happening not yet dawning on the mare who could feel the whoosh of her slightly aroused heart in her ears. The snake was eating her, Twilight Sparkle, master of friendship magic, princess, all manner of titles reduced to just a feeder rat for an overgrown slow worm, the idea laughable, and it caused the mare to begin to wane her hips in a calm dabbing to use the two tools lurking in her loins.

This rocking changed in an instant as teeth sank into her plot as the snake attempted to climb over her hips and the dip of her groin, the throat pressure no longer sufficient to cast her to the stomach and as such its gnashing teeth were brought into play and had begun to cut stinging divots into her supple skin. this was like a flash in the pan, and it was enough for Twilight to scream in pain as hot saliva mixed in the defilades raked in her epidermis and she began to writhe in pain, the snake tightening its grip as it just continued to shuttle her into its waiting oblivion. She had read about the feeding process of snakes, but she had no idea it would be like having her hide flayed, and as such this startling discovery shook her to the core as she was experiencing an increasing level of excruciating feedback with each slash of the jaw that was almost trying to burrow into her skin.

It was at this moment Twilight regretted her choice, as she began to feel as if her rump was a fire, blood flowing in streams as the snake savaged her posterior as it attempted to inhale her. The jaws straining as with a sloshy pop they eased wide and began to coast up the hips with a seal of blood marking the reptile’s lips like lipstick. Any potential lust Twilight had had was vanquished as pain and terror replaced everything, her body shivering in a combination of pain and irrational instinct. The creatures uphill battle upon her plush posterior, made plump with years of inactivity reading books, requiring the beast to stoke its savagery as it attempted to claim its magically gifted meal.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!!!!!!!” shrieked Twilight into her gag, causing bubbling sounds of abject terror to fill the room, the snake unable to hear the pleads, but the vibrations of its prey were now pretty standard for flailing live feedings, unlike the queer stillness she had been projecting when it had first sunk its fangs into her spongey shoulder. This renewing its vigour as it continued to coast up Twilights twinned hills, her clenching rear holes soon lost as the snake’s lower jaw cupped a feel of her uterine bulge, giving the mare a pair of living tights to hug her lower body nicely.

Twilight was in full panic mode, pain, fear and the sudden realisation that living out this deluded fantasy might hurt making her seriously regret the decisions that had led up to this point. She wanted to escape, straddle her hips from the slimy core of the snake’s innards, but she could do nothing as like water disturbed by a pebble the snakes jaws hiked her tail up and rolled over her in a trailing muscle contraction that ended around half way down the snake, the location of its yearning stomach and Twilight’s sleeping accommodation for tonight. With another squeaky squelch she found herself hips deep in her future destiny as snake chow, the creature picking up pace as it ingested her as easily as it drew breath, a hard feat for the mare disappearing into it, as she now found her handiwork too sufficient as she was beginning to feel her lungs burn as she was unable to fully inflate her respiratory tract and the organs were hotboxing as she huffed half exhaled breath.

Her mind was incoherent, normal rational decisions replaced by primal urges as she tried to escape. But this spasming reaction brought her nothing but discomfort, as every twitch and squirm in her bonds made the Dildo and buttplug within her pinch nerves as they clacked against each other internally. This stretching of her rear gateways further degrading her before reaching a peak as she felt her urethra quake as she wet herself, casting a yellow waterfall down the snake’s throat, that added another lubricating grease to carry her to the tart tomb of the gut. The spurting urine increasing the heat caking her legs as it flowed down the throat not even phasing the snake as it added a hit of hormones to the air letting it know this mare meal was healthy as well as a few other things relating to her body that usually required a test as it discerned it from the diverse proteins that littered her urea.

Soon her tail wet like a washing rag was pushed to the small of her back, adding further parallels to wetting the bed, as she shuddered at the wiry hairs crumpling flat against her back. the snake bundled up the wet blanket of sodden protein as its snout began to kiss Twilights hooves pinned at her back, its breath tickling her cold sweat laced frogs as she felt like she was going to have a stroke. Her mind yelling at her, as she had no way to express herself besides repressed squirms and muffled moans, leaving her brain her only friend and right now it was bickering like a pair of drunken seagulls.

Stretching its maw wide, the snake found its way over the meander of her wings and hooves using them as a ramp to jump up the tied limbs, and from there the widest part of her was contained, and she began to slowly slide into the snake. The snake’s teeth continuing to open crevasses of crimson pain in Twilights back staining her purple fur red with streaks of blood as saliva and phlegm oiled her up for a smooth transition from person to bulge. The snake only flinching once on its trip up Twilights body, when the pony gave a slightly more powerful buck of her hips, the serpent recoiling slightly as if it considered retightening its grip to throttle its prey, but she then returned to her more finicky ticks, and it just continued swallowing, writing it off as a anomalous spasm.

She was distraught, pain crippling her already restrained body as she mewled, her heart threatening to eject its self through her sternum, as she gently jostled ineffectually as the snake simply ignored her and swallowed away. The damp sleeping bag slipping up her body as her form created a dull bulge within the tube-like creature, the impression of ropes the chains of her undoing disrupting her silhouette slightly but not in a manner that detracted from the sensual mare form making a defiantly twitching bulge in the serpent’s log-like shape. Each pull of the peristaltic grasp of the snake pulling Twilight another inch into the waiting abyss of the serpent’s innards, the undulation of muscle travelling down the creature’s length as a pair of trembling hooves dilated the lumen, spreading the flesh allowing the rest of her to slip further into the dark expanse of the beast’s innards.

“No, no, no!” she didn’t want this, she didn’t want to be eaten, any thought of curiosity discarded, as she was but a jibbering sausage of panicking meat, trying with her heavily retarded functions to resist the inevitable. The jaws creeping up her body slowly, covering goosebumps as the mare thumped her head on the floor as if she might wriggle free from the claustrophobic oesophagus, but it had a firm hydrostatic like grip on her as it just continued to nudge its way further and further up her body, as if she was slipping into a full body snakeskin morph suit. The scales of the beast stretching around her girth, highlighting her pretty little features like a body mask, the latex-like flesh easily straining in a taut envelope to eagerly contain her quivering flesh, her leaking blood like sauce on a steak to the serpent that relished in her body’s pitiful biological response to her defeat at its coils.

Its steady gains unabating as it just walked up Twilights body as she let out pitiful stifled sounds of unmitigated dread. Soon it was at her petite shoulders, the veins in her neck throbbing as her heart rate had peaked, adrenalin and the will to live egging it on, but it was just a wheel with no traction, and she was trapped in her own body as her eyes continued to flick across the room and beg in meeps that one of her friends might hear her pleas and save her. The sounds echoing out in between snorting breaths as her chest cramped and her vision cleared as at this point Mr Needleteeth was no longer surrounding her like a confining blanket of trunk like coils, as Twilight was just a thin neck and a head emerging out of a long sleeve of snake frame holding her like a sheath.

Twilights eyes were wide, her ears spiralling like a distraught mouse, as her mind continued to race, a combination of lack of oxygen from her impeded diaphragm and the overwhelming warm innards of the snake that was clenching away in gulps washing over the vast majority of her body. This biological cage leaving just her face to bask in the cool air as she scrunched up her features hoping to wake, so this self-induced nightmare could be cast aside. Her mind warbling a headache as she had been trying to light her horn for the last ten minutes, this adding to the pain that was plastered upon her face. The refined features stuck in a distraught cringe as her entire body stung from the paired furrows that were the flesh wounds the snake had opened up like lane dividers along her entire body. She was crying, she had not realised when she had started whimpering, but her purple gems were bloodshot, and tears were rolling down her face smudging her mascara slightly leaving black streaks on a violet field.

The tickling teeth of the snake moving up her mane, as it followed her spine and soon a svelte snout spread wide with mare meat was tapping the back of Twilights timorous head. The cranium bobbing as even now she tried to struggle from the sucking depths that had swiftly overtaken her body, her stress so great her horn was now dimly glowing at the hilt below the ring, unable to pass anything through the nulling field of the horn ring leaving her with just a migraine for her magical efforts. This incandescent hue growing bright before going dark, just as the snake began to edge over the back to Twilights skull, the mare shivering and going slack as she just capitulated, the fight gone, leaving a draining pain as she felt cold in the warm undulating cuddle the snake had granted Twilight as it dominated her by effortlessly claiming her body as its next repast.

She had a moment of revelation, her face calm, eyes groggy, the will to live gone, as she came to terms with her own arrogance reducing such a promising and gifted mare to just her calorific content. She understood now, what Fluttershy had felt, complete capitulation, her entire form groped by an uncaring throat, that grew overly intimate as its juice’s pervaded her very being in a seeping syrup of enzymes. This clarity leaving her dazed face to peer out into the room, her heart calming as she embraced her destiny, pink rimming her vision like a picture frame as with another swallow her chin scraped over the lower jaw and she slowly oozed backwards as throat pressure alone dragged her rearwards toward the waiting stomach. Drool came from the ceiling that was the upper jaw in a strand causing Twilight to close her left eye to avoid the wash of lubricant, a look of almost spent pleasure on her face as her mind was quiet for the first time in weeks. This face slowly moving backwards as the mare was not even requiring a last swallow to force her down to the stomach at this point, just a long seeping slide, before the snake casually closed its lips and cast Twilight in darkness.

She was alone, head slumped forward and held down, so her horn pointed up the throat. Her body molested from all angles as she travelled down the one-way street, the terrain itself smooshing over her, pushing her cheeks to her teeth, caressing her entire body in sticky drool laced muscles, the whole stimulation overwhelming in its ferocity and strength. She was nothing, just a lump winding down the snake’s body, the thick hose parting to allow her to pass, the bulge fluently transitioning in a single continuous motion down the voracious animal until pausing as Twilights hind hooves hit the stomach sphincter that soon gaped wide to allow her to slot through the muscular slit. The donut of parting guard cells feeling every fold and curve on Twilights form as her entirety was dumped almost in a perfunctory manner, as if finally discarding the mare turned meal in the stomach was an afterthought for the creature that even now was slithering back to its heat lamp to increase its metabolic speed to more efficiently digest the mare it had ditched into the bubbling broth of its stomach.

For a few seconds Twilight just sat there, eyes closed as the caustic air of the stomach immediately irritated the soft jelly, causing her eyelashes to fan as she tried to force the lingering acid from her peepers. The stinging nothing like the cuts littering her body that had seemed to have been dunked in lemon juice as the acid immediately set to work lathering and kneading the exposed soft tissues restarting her struggles as another jolt of adrenalin dowsed her system. Grunting as she began to draw stuttering breath through the gag, as at this point, she could no longer use her snot clogged nostrils to breathe, she just shuddered, almost like a post orgasm quake as she just soaked it in, the snake had eaten her, she had been rendered powerless and cast to the primal energies and now she was experiencing pure objectification, she was food.

This almost gave her a euphoric rapture, at the realization of some great truth, but she had no way of knowing it was just her brain misfiring as she was going into shock. The mare had lost a lot of blood, as the failure of her blood to coagulate under the roaring typhoon of saliva had caused her to seep her life essence in a continuous stream the moment the fangs began to prick her hide. In her head though she was still in control, the steamy deaths of the snake’s stomach just a side stop, as she was sure the horn ring would deactivate in a few minutes and she could just flick her horn and with a poof be back outside, a bit wet and bloodied but in the grand scheme of things no worse for wear. She was greatly mistaken, as though her mind was focused on notes and the nipping bites of acid on dulling nerves, the mare still thought herself the master of nature, even as a growling stomach resonated in her ears and the long sack began to gently fill with stomach acid in a cauldron of peptides that sloshed like waves on the high seas.

She had just settled, sucking in the synthetic breaths of her gag, that she was now glad she had prepped for diving. her entry in the stomach pausing before after a few moments that allowed her heart to return to normal albeit its fluttered beats, she felt a little pressure forced upon her scalp and she was forced downwards as clearly the vacuous stomach below her had more space to accommodate her. Soon she felt her hooves tremble against a second starfish of muscle clearly the pyloric sphincter that if she had not planned well for, she would have been leaving the creature through.

Everything was in control, and if it was a combination of blood loss, the fact she had nothing better to do to count down her bondage timer, or just that basic urge to get one last thrill she began to buck her hips had finally get some use from that mop handle lurking in her mare parts, as she began to work herself into a fervour making the tight bunk all the more steamy. Her eyes close she arched her back slightly and just began to stimulate her nether to the best of her ability in the confined and very much compromised position she found herself in, until she felt something flow the wrong way up her nostril ending her fun in a choking gag as she was unable to draw breath without coughing in an uncontrolled fit.

For such a meticulous plan, Twilight had made one simple error, and it would cost her everything. The mare having the foresight to pack a diving charm laced ball gag for her GI spelunking but lacking the sense to realise that she would still have to ward off a rising pool of digestive broth which was now cascading down her nostrils. The clear concoction bypassing the gag and flooding her lungs in a bubbling bubble bath of viscera that was snorting back up twilights nose as she began to violently drown in a terror-induced thrashing. The mare had wanted to feel dominated to put a question that had been bothering her to rest, little did she realise that in her unrestrained pursuit of knowledge the hypothesis she had ramshackle together had instead led directly to putting her to bed in sheets of her own making.

The mare unlike a seal was unable to close and dog her nostrils, the paired holes like funnels allowing stomach acid to flow like rivers into her now spasming lungs as she began to drown even with an infinite amount of oxygen pressing at her lips as the eager enzymes took a detour to get to the spongy alveoli the acid like ice water on the snug sacks and hissed away in the sting like fractured glass as she began to drown in a bubbling broth of her own lungs as they melted inside her. She tried to buck, to thrash her way to the surface, but her hooves were restrained, her wings like folded sails, she was unable to do anything, just sit there and squirm in the rapidly flooding sack.

From the outside her bulge was just mildly animated, the coating flexing under the scales, as Twilight let out stifled screams, the gurgling gasps erupting from her face as she tried to pull her head above unseen fluids rising in the dank darkness. Her own horn pressing against the flesh, but the dull point was unable to pierce the stomach wall and instead it just held her head down, dunking it in the juices that were now turning red buy Twilights melted lungs leachate. She was in a dabbling frenzy, her body quaking, eyes and throat on fire as her innards were lysing within her, before with a wheezing his she went still, the fight flowing out of her in the froth trickling out of her nose in a lather of thick bubbles.

Her right leg spasming against its still sister, the mare's body no longer responding to her as the life leaked from Twilights irritated and inflamed eyes. The mare looking blankly into the black expanse in front of her eyes fluttered slightly before growing heavy and almost leisurely closing, in the final submission to deaths cold embrace. The twitching continuing for a time, cells burning their remaining oxygen before Twilight finally ended her dance, as her death spasm wracked corpse went still for the last time as she settled in as little more than a mare shaped hunk of meat stewing in a groaning stomach. If she could take one solace it was that the addition of a buttplug had stopped her voiding her bowels after death claimed her, though it was probably little consolation to the mare who would soon melt under the pressure. The snake didn’t care sooner or later she would pop, and the snake would digest her last meal, just as easily as it would digest her own flesh, as it would filter everything of value the mare might muster.

Curled up under his heat lamp, Mr Needleteeth having slunk over to the orange glow in the interlude before Twilight expired, the snake now taking the liberty to yawn, its head looking almost satisfied as it burped up the air that twilight had brought down with her in her now ruptured twin airbags. The snake unable to let out a mammalian burp, and instead just clenching its muscles and stomach to force the air from its gut like it was popping bubble wrap, a series of barely audible whooshes of air coming from a tight throat as the bulge in its midsection grew gradually tighter as any remaining gas was vented like a deflating tire.

Soon the undefined oblong bulge finished growing smaller for a time, leaving a roughly Twilight-sized bulge as the stomach was filled with her volume and a little loose space filled with fluids as the stomach caressed her corpse making full use of its great adhesion to her matted fur. The stomach already flexing the still form within, eager to make good headway on turning her to chyme before rigor mortis made the limber meat stiffer. The snake's body slowing down as it prioritised digesting its mare sized meal, as it drifted into a slumber under the radiating blaze of its headlamp.

It would be that evening when Spike returned home and had to unlock a sealed door on his search for his missing friend did, he find the horror of a stuffed snake looking at him almost curiously as if it was possibly hungry for a dragon dessert. A slamming of a door and the aggressive turning of a key followed, and spike had to sprit in a staggering fashion tripping over himself as he bolted to Sweet Apple Acres to get Applejack, as something had gone horribly wrong.

What followed next was a lot of screaming, a panic tangible in the air, followed by a gaggle of ponies subduing a rather passive snake and found their friend stern and unmoving within. It didn’t take a genius to work out that Twilight was dead, the alicorn having perished long before the ring binding her horn had ticked down its timer, the light buzzing giving a stimulus to a no longer listening user, signalling a job completed. The snake hearing things as it was manhandled, passing phrases and sentences as it was hauled from place to place by a gaggle of distraught mares, who already knew their friend had been lost to its hellish stomach.

“How long was she alone!?” came a voice with a southern drawl, clearly trying to be brave, but quavering slightly as a cloud of grief already tinged her words as if she knew the answer.

“I Don’t…... No!!!!!” replied the diminutive dragon words lost on the snake as it was distracted by the pleasant belly bulge adoring its middle. At first hooves were striking it, but with groggy nerves it didn’t notice as it was soon shoved in a potato sack, and from there it seemed to suffer déjà vu as the next few hours flew by in a blur. it soon found its self in the buzzing tunnel, and then it was dumped in a cold holding container causing the snake to curl up around the bulge in its midsection as it clung to its meal desperately hissing to ward off any wayward hooves.

It would get its wish, as it was left alone for a time, a doctor looking at a set of X-rays with a pondering look, glancing back at the snake every so often, as he had not expected to be the equestrian specialist on snake predation cases. When he had heard that a snake had eaten Princess Twilight Sparkle, he had been rushed from bed, and getting the images of the serpent’s image he was surprised at what he saw.

He had expected to see an alicorn skeleton with its head facing the anal vent of the snake as was the case with Fluttershy, instead it was her hind hooves facing backwards and she had a few lewd accessories adorning her body. the mare seemly clad in some pretty radical bondage as she was eaten, making him quickly reclassify it from an accident as was the case with Fluttershy. Was it suicide, hedonistic pursuit, no one would ever know, as he simply monitored what happened and had the pleasure of watching an alicorns skeleton decalcify in a crackling aura of departing magic, almost like pop rocks.

The mare losing her form over several days, going from a relief of mare frozen in a submissive pose to a ball of viscera and gore, sex toys speckling the st ew like strawberry’s in a flesh sundae. The contents of the bulge a meatloaf of assorted pulped flesh, bones and metal glowing in the hazy images in perfect clarity as in time the glowing moved to the creature’s bowels leaving just a crumpled mass of indigestibles sitting in the stomach and a hefty load of shit to be squeezed out at the snake's discretion.

Her mush glittered with bone fragments, the shattered flecks like stars in a sea of turds waiting in line to be evicted from the premises. The form in the gut shrinking gradually, larger bones resisting the tide for a time, but soon the skull popped like a melon, a gifted mind reduced to juice as the fatty tissue sizzled in the rolling red as it was rendered to sluice. The form rendered to liquid ash, all order lost and replaced by a rearranged and sorted mess of brown, the only things resolute were the degrading implements that Twilight had festooned herself with and the dark nebulae of her now ruined hair that had simply pooled as a dark spot on the X-ray monitor.

In time the bulge protruding from the snake’s midsection was gone, leaving a slightly larger snake and a large organic glow in the x-ray indicating it would soon need to relive itself. This took the form of it waving its head around almost as if it was choking, before its body began to quake, and a slight mass began to move up its body as if it was concealing something unpleasant. This was proven the correct assessment as a smell of bile-filled the room and a moment later a greasy clump of purple hair emerged from the snakes dilating throat. This then pushed forward amplifying the gawking jaws, before with an “S” ing of the body and a splat a large purple mass in the tapered shape of an egg was deposited on the cage floor, leaving a puddle of tainted fluid to drizzle out of it like a discarded bath sponge.

It was a pellet of hair, ropes, remnants of a gag, a pitted horn ring, and a pair of sex toys, the buttplug corroded and the dildo flaky as the rubber had grown brittle. The gag was in worse shape, the leather strap digesting as easily as Twilights skin, leaving just oxidised metal and a clump of peeling red rubber, as the device had disintegrated in the cyclone of the digestive process. The clumped mass a compilation of indigestibles, the hair oily and thick with the tart nose-wrinkling smell of the stomach. Peeking from the pellet, was the enamelled Buttplug pointing from the hairball at an odd angle, the slightly discoloured mark of the mare who’s now basted hair surrounded it clear as day, as if to serve as a gravestone on the hill of processed pony. Ruined keratin and a few loose teeth adding the final touch to the misty mass, that rapidly grew cold as the snake realigned its jaws as it added another miasma to the air by casually relaxing its cloaca.

Twilights re-emergence into the world came out as a train of faecal fudge, uric pellets crowning the exit of such an educated mare as one to willingly feed herself to a voracious serpent. The turd was uniform a thick brown, the odd swirl of hair as fibre on the chocolaty paste that was universally conformist in appearance, the mare having been reduced to her base components and rearranged as little more than fine fertilizer. The lumps of shite pilling out in a small mound that was but a fraction of Twilights former size, the digestion efficiently reallocating the majority of her form to fat and muscle on the large frame of the snake that was just straining as it felt the former mare thumping past its arsehole.

As soon as it started it was over, Mr. Needle teeth was thin again, lithe and hungry it looked at the doctor with passing hunger as he made a few notes and prepared to Extract Twilight so he could seal her in a box for her funeral Service. With that unsavoury job done, he could then burn all evidence of attendant naughtiness to preserve the soiled mares name, as per Celestia’s instruction, as if it were to leak that Twilight sparkle had died in some twisted pursuit of pleasure, or it might even be subjecting the scandal would spread like wildfire.

Grumbling to himself, the doctor signed a release document, and grabbing a shovel set to work shovelling Twilights remains into the designated receptacle, all the while the snake was eyeing him, as even now it was calculating making another pony shaped bulge in its belly, as after a second helping it was confident in their role as fodder. For now though it was content to watch and wait as the opportunity was sure to present its self again in the future, and hopefully the next equine would be as courteous to serve themselves up on a silver platter like the good princess…