Commissioned by  drunkveteran featuring Nyx...and maaaaybe a certain someone else in the illustration. =.= Read the story to find out. :3

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The evening festival was in full swing, bathed in the warm glow of paper lanterns strung between wooden poles, their soft light swaying with the evening breeze. The scent of grilled meats, sweet soy sauce, and fried dough mingled in the air, enticing both humans and creatures alike. Laughter and music filled the lively space, punctuated by the occasional pop of a firecracker or the cheerful shouts of children winning prizes at festival games.

This particular celebration was in honor of the Year of the Snake, part of the Japanese Zodiac calendar. Everywhere, stalls offered snake-themed treats—twisting, spiral-shaped fried dough, coiled sugar candies, and eel skewers sold with cheeky winks. Plush serpents dangled from game booths as prizes, and decorative banners proudly displayed painted golden snakes winding around cherry blossom trees.

Naturally, such an event was bound to attract more than just human attendees.

Among the crowd, blending in with a polite smile and composed grace, was Nyx. She was a naga—her upper half appearing as an elegant human woman draped in a dark kimono, while her lower half slithered effortlessly across the festival grounds, her thick red serpent’s tail gliding over the dirt paths and grass. Her long black hair, as dark as the night sky, swayed gently in the evening breeze. A pair of red, reptilian eyes peered curiously from behind delicate glasses, making her appear oddly bookish—though anyone truly familiar with her would know that beneath that refined, polite demeanor lurked a cunning predator.

A child, wide-eyed and awed, tugged at his mother’s sleeve and pointed at Nyx. “Mommy, look! That lady’s really pretty!”

The mother, stiffening at the sight of the lamia, quickly hushed her son and gripped his hand tightly. “It’s rude to point! And don’t talk to her. Nagas are—well, just keep your distance.” She shot Nyx a wary glance before briskly pulling her child toward a yakitori stand.

Nyx didn’t react, merely offering a charming, harmless little smile before continuing her way through the festival. She wasn’t here to cause a scene. Oh no, she preferred subtlety. A soft-spoken word here, a graceful gesture there, a gentle lull of security that led her prey right where she wanted them. And tonight? Tonight, she was feeling particularly hungry.

Her crimson eyes roamed over the different festival-goers, evaluating them with a connoisseur’s precision. The festival was brimming with humans, bustling from one stall to another, stuffing their faces with snacks. But she had a certain… preference. A taste for those with a little more fullness.

That was when she spotted them.

Three young women sat behind a neglected food stall, their hopeful expressions dimming with each passerby who ignored their offerings. It was no wonder—their booth was selling crispy vegetable chips. At a festival brimming with sweet, greasy, and sizzling delights, no one in their right mind would opt for sad, healthy snacks.

Nyx slithered forward, her sweet, unassuming smile fixed in place. “Oh my, crispy vegetable chips? How delightful,” she cooed, clasping her hands together as if thoroughly charmed.

The three girls lit up at once. “Oh! Thank you!” one of them chirped, adjusting her glasses. “Most people don’t seem interested.”

“Well, people simply don’t appreciate the delicate flavors of natural ingredients,” Nyx mused, her eyes subtly taking them in. All three were… well-endowed. Not just in the chest, but curvaceous in all the right places. Plump. Soft. Absolutely perfect.

She leaned forward just slightly. “May I have a sample?”

Excitedly, one of the girls reached for a basket of chips, but before she could offer it, Nyx let out a delicate gasp and “accidentally” stumbled, her long, heavy tail knocking into the wooden frame of the booth. The structure wobbled. The drapes fell. And suddenly, the four of them were hidden from view.

For a moment, all that could be heard from within the collapsed stall was a mix of confused squeaks, shifting fabric, and then—

-Schlurp-

-Gulp-

Followed by a brief chorus of muffled feminine protests.

Passersby barely paid attention. After all, festival booths made noise all the time—clumsy workers knocking things over, people dropping trays, things falling. Nothing unusual. If anything, the only notable sound was a dainty, satisfied belch that fluttered from within the tent.

Less than fifteen minutes later, Nyx emerged from the wreckage of the forgotten food stall, smoothing down the folds of her kimono as if nothing had happened. Her second belly was notably…different now, her snake tail sporting distinctively human-shaped bulges that twitched and fidgeted beneath her scales. She exhaled contentedly, adjusting her glasses with a smug little push.

The festival still buzzed around her, none the wiser.

Still, she wasn’t quite done yet. A single meal—or three, rather—was simply a warm-up. Now came the fun part: slithering through the festival, enjoying herself while her belly’s occupants squirmed in protest, and, perhaps, seeking out just one more snack before the night ended.

As she slithered through the festival grounds, a few humans and other creatures shot her nervous glances, their eyes darting toward the distinct, feminine bulges writhing within her long, red tail. Some went wide-eyed in horror, others turned bright red, flustered by the rather suggestive way her stomach shifted and stretched. Most, however, quickly looked away, pretending they hadn't seen anything. It was an unspoken rule—if a predator was openly indulging, it was best to mind your own business. If she had truly broken a law, an officer would handle it. Until then? Better to just enjoy the festivities and not become dessert.

Nyx smirked at their reactions but kept slithering onward, eventually slipping behind a row of food stalls to an open field where festival-goers had begun gathering for the fireworks show. Families and couples sprawled out on picnic blankets, eager for the grand display to begin. Children ran around with sparklers, giggling as their parents called out warnings about fire safety.

It was then that Nyx’s stomach rumbled. Both of them.

Her forked tongue flicked out as her keen, predatory gaze locked onto something—or rather, someone. A lone, curvy brunette sat near the back of the crowd, her plush form draped in a snug green shirt and dark blue leggings that perfectly accentuated her softness. Her ample chest, wide hips, and soft belly made her look like a perfectly prepared meat bun, just waiting to be enjoyed.

Nyx had to physically restrain herself from drooling right then and there. ‘Patience’, she told herself. This was a crowded festival. A big, dramatic scene would only lead to screaming, running, and possibly a very unfortunate chase with security. No, she had to be subtle.

Her prayers were answered when the soft-looking girl rose to her feet and made her way toward the vendor booths. Nyx followed at a respectable distance, watching as the brunette ordered a bottle of water and some yakitori skewers.

Seeing her opportunity, Nyx sidled up beside the girl, towering over her with a charming smile. "Make that two yakitori," she purred, slipping the vendor some extra coins.

The brunette turned to her, blinking warily before offering a small, polite smile. Unaware of the tail full of wriggling women neatly coiled behind the booth, she hesitantly introduced herself. "Uh... Jess. Why’d you buy for me? If you’re trying to flirt, I should let you know I don’t—"

Nyx laughed lightly, waving a dismissive hand. "Oh, nothing like that! You just looked like you could use some company. You had such a lovely smile a moment ago, but you also looked a bit like a nervous little mouse. I figured a small act of kindness might keep that smile on your face."

Jess's expression softened, and she dipped her head in appreciation. “That’s… sweet, actually. Thanks.”

The vendor had turned away momentarily, distracted by the sizzling skewers still needing a final turn on the grill. Nyx, ever the opportunist, noted that the festival-goers around them were too preoccupied with their own affairs to notice hers.

A shame for Jess, really.

Quicker than a striking viper, Nyx lunged, her mouth stretching impossibly wide as her gullet engulfed Jess’s head. Her plump, wobbling breasts filled Nyx’s cheeks as she greedily slurped the girl down.

The vendor, hearing the oddly wet sounds from behind him, blushed furiously, his mind jumping to the a romantic conclusion. ‘Why do couples have to be so bold in public?’ he thought, ears burning as he hurried to finish preparing their food.

Meanwhile, Jess emitted muffled protests, her legs kicking weakly as Nyx moaned in delight, savoring the taste. The vendor, misinterpreting the pleased noises, only turned redder. ‘They must really be into each other’, he thought awkwardly, determined to keep his eyes firmly on the yakitori.

By the time he turned back around, the "romantic scene" had mysteriously vanished—leaving only Nyx standing there, wiping her saliva-slicked lips with a dainty finger. The vendor hesitated before shakily holding out the two yakitori. "Y-you… and your friend’s food, ma’am."

Nyx beamed, taking them graciously. "Oh, thank you! I’ll make sure she gets them."

She proceeded to chug the entire bottle of water in one go, then devoured both skewers in ten seconds flat. She slithered away, to which the vendor noted the tail, his face no longer with a blush. The vendor, now ghostly pale, eyed the four additional feminine figures squirming inside her tail and muttered under his breath, “...Maybe I misread that interaction.”

Nyx, completely unbothered, slithered off, her expression one of dreamy satisfaction as the first fireworks exploded in the sky. Vibrant reds and golds lit up the night, illuminating her slightly wobbly belly as it gurgled happily, already hard at work on its latest meal.

It had been a lovely festival for her.

…Not so much for the humans inside her, who were quickly discovering that Nyx’s digestive system wasn’t nearly as kind as her polite smile had been.

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