“Mmmph!”

“Hlph!!”

“Hrmph!!!”

The muffled mewls of half a dozen whining women barely escaping through the stifling shroud of strained snakeskin, as they frantically fought for their lives. The collection of cries coalescing into a wailing white noise, that gave a good indication at the sweltering hell that lay within the serpent’s dank digestive tract. The suspiciously shaped swellings squirming incessantly, as the snake’s shapely prey protested their predicament with a sporadic sequence of worried wriggling and spasming shivers.

Their panic palpable, as the reptile’s misshapen midsection visibly jerked and jittered in a distraught dance of mounting desperation, that bucked and bounced ineffectually with every writhing motion from the monster’s struggling servings of feisty female flesh. The swell in its stomach swaying in an irregular rocking motion, as each devoured damsel expressed herself with a different level of defiant vigour, in their uncoordinated fumble to fight off their imminent fate as food. The over-fed ophidian barely even bothered by the floundering token resistance of its massive mammalian meal, as the feeble fidgeting was already beginning to wane.

It wouldn’t take long now, as the engorged exotherm could already sense that its tucked away treats were starting to tire against its better biology. The greasy guts offering no grip, leaving the women’s buxom bodies to bumble and twitch fruitlessly now that they were safely stored as nothing more than bloated bulges in the well-fed beast’s belly. A few strong gulps more than sufficient to relegate the hapless humans to just another sizable serving of succulent sustenance for the hungry serpent. Its gastric chamber already making preparations to process the palatable primates down into a protein-rich puree, regardless of how loudly they pathetically pleaded against the certain inevitability that their existence would soon be extinguished.

The shoddy survival instincts of its cosmopolitan cuisine spurring all manner of confused convulsions out of its dainty dinner, as the confined feminine frames flailed hopelessly against the claustrophobic core of the carnivorous creature. The snake barely even considering the contained commotion of its complaining stomach contents, as in its simple mind the status of its Sapien supper was long since settled the moment they glided into the grasp of its gullet. The women’s twitching sentiments meaning nothing to the predator, as soon enough it would break down their attractive anatomy into a nutritious soup of more workable base components. A creamy chyme of lavish lipids the inescapable destiny of things that transitioned down the gargantuan reptile’s taut throat, as the snake’s stomach was perfectly designed to brew even the most stubborn of snacks into an agreeable paste of bubbling biomass.

The hysterical humans forced to bathe in a remorseless stew of efficient enzymes and acrid acid, that began to bite from the second it started to soak into the worming woman’s soft skin. The kneading walls of the palpitating passageway lathering the caustic cocktail into the marinating females’ tender tissues, causing a slight itch to develop as the gammy glazing of powerful peptides began to corrode the peachy epidermis of the entombed ladies. The tingling irritation rapidly becoming a distinct burning sensation, as the brutal bile continued to seep into the stale space from unseen glands like a tart tide.

The inhospitable interior instantly unbearable for the lively line of lady lunchmeat stretching out the snake’s cramped core, which squeezed over every facet of their form with a burdensome barrage of squishing undulations. The glutton’s guts far from kind, as untold millennium of evolution had honed the oppressive organ into the perfect pressure cooker to metabolize unruly meat. One or two heavy helpings normally more than enough for a reptile of this size, but the greedy snake had indulged, leaving its numerous snacks stacked like snivelling sardines within the churning cavity of its sloshing stomach sack. The claggy caress of the soggy skin-tight seal violating every semblance of personal space within the sour abyss, as the muscular sleeve had more than enough strength to effortlessly force the flustered females into a subdued stance.

The frictionless interior of the lapping lumen making it easy, as the predator’s plumping provided no purchase to even consider mounting a resistance to its ingestive intents. Each inhaled individual forced into a powerless prostate position, as with a few glugs they slithered into the oscillating threshold of the ophidian’s oesophagus. The wolfed down women one by one cast into the chugging chute, which led on a peristaltic path to their ultimate conversion into capitulated calories. The terminal trajectory of the digestive descent little more than a seeping slide to the stomach, as the saliva slicked flume offered no chance at a handhold, rendering the women incapable of even attempting to delay their oozing glid to the waiting gut.

The scaled snarfer’s tugging tubing easing the thrashing women ever deeper, with a steady sequence of rolling ulps, before they slipped through the snug sphincter and were unceremoniously dumped into the tight confines of the sloshing sarcophagus. The short stop ending with a sweaty splash, as the unfortunate lady rudely shunted through the puckered portal, ending their journey with a spongey squish as they were roughly pushed through the precipice and into the bitter amongst their packed-away peers. The women sputtering out their unwanted opinions, as they settled in to the putrid puddle that had pooled in the bottom of the boiling belly. The bitter broth they were wallowing in, coating the inch of their busty bodies, leaving them basting in a mixture of phlegmy spittle and oily stomach secretions.

This grotty glazing just adding to their anguish, as between their moaning meeps the molesting gastric wall mashed against the voluptuous mammals with a perpetual grasping grope. The encapsulating embrace slowly crawling over them in a series of gradual coasting compressions, that efficiently eroded any lingering tension from the creature’s caterwauling cargo. The coldblooded carnivore indifferent to the ingested individuals broiling in its belly, as regardless of how zealously they expressed their disdain, they all would invariably slip into silence once digestion began to run its cruel course.
The animated mass that was several entombed women gradually growing in size, as more and more servings of jibbering meat were piling up against the puckered pyloric sphincter. The first few women sliding in smooth, but by the third or fourth began to shimmy their way along the slip and slide to the stomach a traffic jam began to form within the throbbing tunnel. The pulsing pipe proving unable to keep up with the serpent’s appetite, leaving the frantic females to let out all manner of feeble flurries as they found themselves stuck in the gullet’s grasp. The smothering shroud producing a punishing pressure, as the creature attempted to clear the clog and shuffle its stuck snacks ever further along its now swollen length.

The end result was a crying queue of wailing women bunched up within the cramped chute of the predator’s upper GI tract. The inch or so of taut flesh separating the females from freedom more than enough to reduce their worried whimpers to barely audible whispers, that were basically mute compared to the gurgles and glorps of a gut preparing to liquidate their attractive assets into a more usable pulp. The primal situation returning the pampered women to their genetic baseline of being prey for a more powerful predator, which had returned to remind them of their proper place in the food chain. The human's nothing more than curvaceous lumps of effeminate meat to be consumed and absorbed at the serpent’s leisure, as it exerted its evolutionary given rights as an apex predator.

In response to this, all the women could do was let out a chorus of vexed vocalizations, which combined into a single scared song, as weak women lacked the claws or teeth to fend off the machinations of the monstrous reptile. Their alarmed yelping soon intermixed with gastric gurgles and glorps as the soon stuffed gut geared up to process its plump procession of panicking passengers. The damsels drowning within the damp depths, and soon enough they would be sluiced into a succulent soup that would be syphoned off into the serpent’s winding bowels.

for now though, they were left to splosh and quiver in their fashionable fabrics, that only added another clammy discomfort to their sauna-like soak. The languishing lady’s strife barely even showing through their glossy reptilian wrapper, as the shuddering simulacrums and shifting shapes gave little indication of what was going on beneath the snake’s shiny scales. The portly protrusion stretching and shaking erratically, as the curvy collection of cringing females did their best to voice their discontent about their treatment during their trip down the throat.

The snake just didn’t care though, as the woman could huff and puff all they wanted during their tenacious tummy tantrum, they were not getting out. They probably thought they were important, that they should be handled with respect, but to the callous ophidian, they were just a half dozen partaking’s of stacked sustenance. The ample slabs of female flesh having names of course.

Rainbow Dash

Applejack

Twilight Sparkle

Pinkie Pie

Fluttershy

Rarity

But that would not save them from being a discombobulated curry slowly pushing through the exotherm’s intestines. The beast’s equally sated master seeming to approve of this course of action, as the grey glutton explored the reptile’s haul with a curious hoof. The mare giving a few evaluative pinches through the form-fitting seal snake’s normally tubular frame, prompting its multiple meals to wiggle and jiggle futilely against the invasive inspection of what was laid out within the repugnant innards of the gargantuan orm.

At some point Rarity let out a shrill scream, as she felt a grimacing face forced betwixt her doughy buttocks, as the suffocating hug enclosing her clamped down with a compacting clench. The woman used to wear figure-hugging dresses, but nothing compared to the claggy sheathe caressing every facet of her picturesque physique. The crushing cuddle growing ever worse, as the beast began to bleed away their already limited space with a plaping pattern of rhythmic contractions. The molesting moistness of the overly cosy conditions creating a sea of strange stimuli, as an endless flood of thick, hot, gushing slime rolled across the scrumptious sea of helpless female flesh with swilling slops. Wordless voices whispering in the humid darkness, followed by what seemed like a perpetual panting as all semblance of self was lost within the tart tomb.

Any sense of individuality lost within the trapped predicament, as the pulsating piping rewarded resistance by further constricting its clasp on the hapless humans, until they were pinned in place until it was ready to allow them to full fill their purpose as fresh fodder to fuel its bulky build. Personal space casually violated as the slurping slipway handled the gaggle of women as a single squirming mass of mewling meat. This heavy-handed approach creating a final uncompromising pressure, that relentlessly kneaded against the busty babes until every slither of supple skin had been sufficiently tenderized into a molten mass of once mammalian meat. The bulbous belly set on melting down its meal into a sloppy slurry, just like anything else that trickled past the dilated threshold of its throat.

The darkness depriving the women of their unsubstantiated rights and their senses, leaving just the tactile tough of the gut and the low eery groans of the overbearing ophidian’s digestive system winding up to dissolve its filling feast of fair food. The women understandably emotional, as in their current simmering state every exquisitely unimaginable moment seemed to last a thousand eternities, and this was before the snake had even begun to properly start digesting them. The entire affair mocking them, shattering the illusion of safety, leaving nothing more than a tangle of hapless young women, who had barely begun to understand the alien accommodation that had swiftly stretched over them. The conditions growing ever worse, as more and more unlucky girls were squashed down into the limited space of the stomach. A third and fourth doughy delight following quickly, as more and more ladies were pushed into the marshy midst, leaving them to marinade amongst their peers as nothing more than another large load of luscious lunchmeat. This deteriorating situation renewing the frenzy of muffled squeals and frantic wriggling, as if words and limp waggling could deter their relegation to a six-course dinner.

Heady protests eking out of the substantial swell, as the frightened females congregated as a misshapen mass in the snake’s swollen middle. The women interlocking into a squiring tangle of female bodies, leaving just a breathless babbling of whiney protests to rattle out of their mouths as meaningless murmurs. Greasy slime-slathered bodies smoothly sliding and wriggling against each other, as the women shifted and wormed against each other from every conceivable angle, assaulting their senses with a never-ending cavalcade of naked feminine morphology, from bubbly breasts to buttery buttocks as their more intimate areas were laid bare within the privacy of the grinding gut. The flavourful primates finding themselves piled in a fumbling faggot of disorientated distress, which was intermittently interrupted by a distinct yelp, as full heaving bosoms squashed and pressed in close from multiple unexpected vectors.

The slick tissue conforming perfectly to their sensual figures, leaving their sensitive flesh teased by an endless procession of bumps and rimples of rough rugae, that cascaded across them in a wildly conflicting peppering pattern of firm fondles. The women for the time being rather active, but this too would soon pass in time once the snake’s capable organs got to work lysing its large lunch. There might even be a few wheezing belches, as the beast burped up the acerbic atmosphere the hyperventilating humans had managed to smuggle down with them, as it nonchalantly voided their last shallow breaths with a gently heave from its engorged body cavity. It would not take long for their existence to be extinguished, and then the snake could calmly return home to its normal basking spot beneath its heat lamp to sleep off its massive effeminate indulgence….


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A six-course meal makes a substantial swelling in a snake, as the peckish predator managed to pack down basically its entire body weight in writhing women. The combined mass of six struggling ladies makes a substantial swell in the snake's stomach, though I am sure it will manage to process its many portions of protesting prey, it does belong to Bug after all...

A Lemon to go with an internal version of a sketch commission I got from  Natsumemetalsonic That just like the other was then coloured by my ever-reliable friend  plaguetyranno .

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I am somewhat disappointed that no one managed to guess the contents of Bug and her snake's stomach, though a lot of you came rather close, but unfortunately no one guessed the more vanilla human variants of the mane six, as with Bug in her pony form this was not the EQG universe. I would like to thank all those who took part though, as it was a good effort, but I will have to figure out another contest in the future to win that juicy free lemon ;)

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