Twilight Feeds Her Snake

by Kaidan

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Twilight Sparkle, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Sad, Other, Spike
Length: 3618

On a trip to the Everfree, Twilight comes across a record breaking reticulated python. She takes the thirty foot snake back to the library for study. Unfortunately, Twilight forgets to feed her new pet and the snake improvises.

On a trip to the Everfree, Twilight comes across a record breaking reticulated python. She takes the thirty foot snake back to the library for study. Unfortunately, Twilight forgets to feed her new pet and the snake improvises.

Edited by Selbi and (Anita)

Trigger Words: Soft Vore, Literary Excellence, Kaidan.

Published 2013-07-11 03:00:02 UTC
Last updated 2013-07-11 03:00:02 UTC

1. To Serve Pony

“I don’t get how you can like that beast,” Sweetie said.

Scootaloo had both her hooves against the glass tank in Twilight’s library, and pushed her muzzle against the glass. On the other side of the inch of glass was the librarian’s new pride and joy.

“Look how big it is! I bet that thing could swallow Diamond and Silver and you couldn’t even tell!” Her wings fluttered as she pictured the screaming fillies replacing the frozen fish as the reticulated python’s next meal.

“Ah don’t think ya can tell a snake which fillies ya want it to eat,” Apple Bloom added.

“Sure, we’ll get Fluttershy to do it! Twilight says it’s thirty feet long!”

Sweetie shook her head and walked up to Scootaloo, pulling her back. “Come on, we can come gawk at her new pet later. I want to go crusading, you promised we could try bedazzling today!”

“Ugh, are you sure? I thought we were going to try demolition.” Scootaloo pushed Sweetie off and ran down near the snakes head. It flicked its forked tongue out at her and stared her in the eyes. “Or maybe we can be snake studiers!”

“Herpetologists?” Sweetie asked.

“Gesundheit,” Scootaloo replied.

Apple Bloom rolled her eyes and gestured to Sweetie. They walked up to Scootaloo, and picked her up, then carried her towards the exit of the library. “Come on, ah think ya have stared at the snake enough for one day!”

“No! I wanna see her feed it!” Scootaloo shouted. “I want to see Twilight feed Pete!”

Twilight looked up from her book as the crusaders trotted out of the library with Scootaloo over their shoulder. “You girls done already?”

“No—”

“Yes!” Sweetie and Apple Bloom interrupted.

Twilight laughed and shook her head. “I’ll tell you what, Scootaloo. I’ll wait a few days to feed Pete so he gets hungry, and you can help. Come back on Monday?”

Scootaloo sighed. “Fine, now put me down, or I’m not gonna bedazzle anything!”

The crusaders put their friend down, and the trio left the library.

“I don’t know why she likes that thing, Twi. Its head is bigger than either of us,” Spike observed.

“Don’t be silly, Spike. There’s never been a reported case of a snake eating a pony. Furthermore, dragons are closely related to snakes sharing the same class, and it’s unlikely it would try and eat you either.”

“Yeah, I know—just keep that thing in its cage, okay?”

“Please, Spike.” Twilight flashed her horn and flared her wings. “I think a princess can handle one reticulated python until Fluttershy finds it a home. If we hadn’t run into this on our last visit to Zecora, we would have missed out on an incredible scientific opportunity!”

Spike shrugged and headed upstairs. “Of all the things for her to trip on in the Everfree, why’d it have to be snakes?”

“Don’t wait up for me, I’ve got studying to do!” Twilight turned back to her book on Quantum Chromodynamics.

Twilight looked up from her studies and saw that it was three a.m. As usual, she had studied late into the night and then realized she had even more to do before she could actually go to bed. The snake needed to be fed, she’d have to brush and floss, put the books away, and check her list to ensure she didn’t forget part of her routine.

She yawned loudly and levitated the book over to the shelf, dropping it due to her fatigue. Picking it back up with her magic, it finally slid onto the shelf. Twilight headed into the nearby bathroom and brushed her teeth. She decided not to floss, and after quickly using the restroom, washed her hooves and went to the kitchen.

Inside the refrigerator were some thawing fish for the snake. Twilight decided to be lazy and carried them over to the snake tank, using her wings so that she could hold all the fish against her chest.

Once she was over the cage, she opened up the corner and realized she promised Scootaloo not to feed the snake yet. With a loud moan, she flew the fish back over to the refrigerator and put them away.

Twilight realized she smelled like fish, but didn’t care at this point. Her bed sheets needed to be cleaned anyway, so she flew upstairs and curled up on top of the covers. She passed out in seconds and began to dream.

Pete had watched as his captor had taunted him, opening his cage and dangling the fresh food over the opening. He flicked his tongue again, and could smell the fish were still out there. Lucky for him, his warden had forgotten to close the cage.

He slithered up the side of the cage and looked around the dark room. Through an open door on the second floor he could sense Spike sleeping. Pete passed by the room, uncoiling to his full length as he climbed the stairs.

Using his sense of smell and heat, he was able to find his way easily to Twilight’s bedroom. It was the last room at the top of the stairs, and he found his meal laying on top of the bed.

Flicking his tongue, he smelt the fish and could sense their warmth. He slithered up onto the foot of the bed and paused for a minute. This fish was much bigger than the others, and after a moment of pondering he realized it was his captor.

Pete wiggled his jaw and began to dislocate it. The mare smelt tasty, and wasn’t the largest thing he’d ever eaten. Flicking his tongue again he made up his mind, and began to slowly wind around the sleeping alicorn.

Twilight was having a particularly naughty dream as the snake began to weave between her legs. Her closest friends had failed remedial algebra, and she had forced them to stay after class.

Dash had tried to fly out the window, so Twilight had to wrap up her wings with some bandages to keep her from trying it again.

“Now sit down, Dash.” Twilight licked her lips and cracked her meter stick on her desk. “I need to remediate you.”

She tightened the bandage up, and could almost feel it constricting Dash’s wings as if they were her own. She rubbed her friend and felt the warmth against her skin.

Applejack was getting pouty. “Twi, Ah ain’t gonna learn no stinkin’ math!”

Twilight adjusted her black-rimmed glasses and frowned. “You’re going to learn to derive, and you’re going to learn it now!”

She began fastening all four of her legs to the desk, immobilizing her. She felt her body get warm and flush as Twilight imagined her legs bound tightly to her body. Applejack tried weakly to resist, and it caused her to smile.

“Do I need to tie up anyone else? Or, are you ready to find the limit of f(x) as x approaches infinity?” Twilight asked. Her five friends frowned and looked down at the papers on their desks.

Twilight went to write on the chalkboard and realized how heavy and slow her legs felt. Looking down, she noticed that the bandages had fallen and wrapped her up too. They were slowly tightening around her wings and legs, caressing her.

“Oh dear, um, Twilight? Is this part of the test?” Fluttershy asked.

Twilight moaned and wiggled in the tightening bandages, and used her magic to slam the door closed. “N-nopony try to leave, t-there is g-going to be a p-pop quiz!”

Rarity walked up behind her and stuck a hoof between her hind legs. “Will this earn me extra credit?”

She felt something tighten down between her legs, causing her to fall limp in pleasure. Twilight opened her mouth to speak but couldn’t breathe.

Slowly she woke up from her dream, partly frustrated it’d ended before she taught them the FOIL shortcut, and partly because she’d tangled herself up in her bed sheets.

Twilight looked around the room for the lamp, and tried to turn it on with her magic. As she began to move, the sheets tightened up further. Between her fatigue and difficulty breathing, her magic did little more than spark and fizzle. She craned her neck down to see how bad the tangle of sheets was.

A patch of emerald green scales with a black stripe slid across her shoulders, glinting in the moonlight. Twilight tilted her in confusion and tried to see over the bump to what had tangled her legs.

A soft hoof flicked through her hair, and she felt that it was moist. Her brain finally began to catch up as she awoke, and realized it was Pete’s tongue.

Twilight gasped for air and tensed all her muscles, firing up her horn. She tried to yell for Spike, teleport, and frantically kick all at once.

Pete sensed his prey waking up and resisting, and immediately tightened his grip. He had wound two coils around her forehooves and wings. Every inch of her upper torso compressed inward against the smooth yellow scales of his belly. Her hard-earned breath was quickly squeezed back out.

He also tightened up a coil around her stomach, and one that ran between her legs. He had managed a final coil just above her hind hooves, immobilizing her.

Twilight cried out in pain, yet her screams of agony made no sound. She felt a crushing warm pressure against her ribs, abdomen, plot, and legs. Her joints began to pop, just shy of enough pressure to break them, and the snake finally loosened up.

As the pain receded, she felt the snake continue to slither around her, freeing up its head as it advanced towards the top of the bed. As he slid between her legs, she felt a hint of arousal before her panic kicked back in.

Twilight gulped a small breath of air. “Spike!” she whispered. “Help!” Twilight tried to push out with her forelegs to get a better breath, but each time she resisted Pete tightened up.

After several shallow breathes she changed her tactic and tried to cast a spell. Her heart raced as she focused her magic on teleporting. A familiar tingling began to run through her horn until there was a popping sound, and two sparks shot out of it.

Pete was dazed by the flash of magic from her horn and tightened back up around his prize. He could feel each shallow breath, and her very heartbeat against his scales. This was what he was built to do, and he continued constricting her until that heartbeat began to slow, and his prey gave in to its fate.

Twilight was getting dizzy and stopped struggling. The lack of air was bringing on euphoria, and the less she struggled, the looser Pete’s grip got.

She found herself drifting off back to the dream of the classroom, and then forcing herself to focus on the present. The snake slithering between her legs and around her chest was arousing her as much as it was crushing her, and the signals began to get mixed in her brain.

Twilight wanted and needed to think of a way out. Instead, she felt herself shrinking into a defenseless filly, just like when she had discovered her cutie mark. Her self-confidence was gone, and there was nopony to encourage or protect her. She was a helpless little filly who couldn’t cast a spell to save her life, and she began to cry.

Pete’s jaw clicked as he slid it down over her horn. His teeth were small as he relied on his strength and contriction to kill. He maintained his vice grip as he lowered his lips past her chin.

Twilight sniffled and opened her eyes, feeling warm, moist flesh close around her. Another jolt of pleasure betrayed her panicked mind, baffling her. She did not know why dying would feel good. She did not want her friends and mentor to find out that she had died to a common household pet.

Strong muscles pulled at her head, and she felt suction above it, as the snake gulped her a few inches further into its throat. The flesh tightened around her head and she breathed in the humid, muggy air of the snake’s mouth.

Twilight felt the coils loosen and slide further down her chest as the snake reached her shoulders. She got a single large breath, and instinctively spasmed and tried to run away. This ended with Pete tightening back up, squishing her groin between his coils.

She moaned and panted as she felt the muscles of the snake rippling along her lower body. A strong pulse rolled past her head as Pete swallowed, taking her shoulders in. Between the lack of air and the slippery inside of the snake, the euphoria was increasing. Twilight began to wonder if this was such a bad way to die after all.

Pete swallowed and pulled half her forelegs and chest in. Twilight was finally able to breathe, yet the tight throat of the snake left little room for air. She felt her horn tingling as her instincts kicked in, and her horn’s innate magic activated to keep her alive.

Twilight felt her forelegs freed of the snake’s grip, and tried to grab the bedsheets. If she could just hook a hoof on something maybe the snake wouldn’t be able to keep swallowing.

A wave of muscles contracted, and her slippery shoulders slid further into the snake. They felt almost frictionless, and her hooves found themselves brushing against Pete’s small teeth. A cool breeze pass by her hooves before the jaw finished sealing itself to her stomach.

Twilight wiggled for a more comfortable position, and kicked around with her hind legs. The coil running between them, firmly rubbing against her plot, began to unwind more quickly.

In the damp and slippery confines of the snake’s throat, Twilight moaned loudly as sensations of pleasure reached her mind. She closed her eyes and panted as smooth scales stroked the fire burning within her.

As Pete’s jaws closed over her hips, he flicked his tongue again. The mare in his mouth seemed to be getting moist between her legs, and he sampled the fluid. Pete found it delicious, and stuck his tongue between her legs to sample more of it.

Twilight felt the forked tongue invade her, and lost control of her body. Waves of pure ecstasy began to roll through her body. As she tensed up and writhed inside the snake’s throat, the slippery confines amplified the pleasure.

It took all her focus not to pass out as the jaws closed down around her hind legs. She had never imagined such total enclosure, such sensation against every inch of her wet flesh. Pete’s saliva had drenched her, and his strong muscles continued to pulse from the tips of her hooves to her head, pulling her in one inch at a time.

Twilight felt another fire building in her stomach before the last had faded, and figured this must be a dream. Surely being eaten alive couldn’t feel this good. She tried to fire up her horn, finding it unresponsive. If this was real life, surely she would be able to cast a simple spell.

She smiled and tasted some of the saliva from the snake’s throat. Twilight decided to enjoy this incredible experience to the fullest, and slid a slippery hoof down past her stomach.

The feeling of cold night air vanished as Pete’s jaw closed around her back hooves. All that remained visible to the outside world was a foot of lavender tail hair.

A large bulge inside the snake wiggled around and began to spasm. Pete could feel his prey rolling around, pushing itself further towards his stomach. She bulged at the shoulders and hips; a shapely pony that would keep him fed for a week.

Twilight felt her wings pushing uselessly against Pete’s throat. Her stiff wings slid across her back, pinned, and send a new type of arousal to her mind. The sensitive nerves of her wings were now competing with her throbbing sex for attention and pleasure.

She continued to rub herself against as much of the throat as she could, and finally felt her horn bump into something. It poked its way through the tight muscle, and Twilight began to feel a burning sensation against her horn.

The sharp pain as the stomach acid hit snapped her out of her reverie. Twilight spasmed and her eyelid began to twitch. She finally realized she had surrendered herself to being the snake’s meal, and realized she would soon die in its stomach.

She screamed loudly using what little stale air she had. To a pony in her room, they would have heard a muffled moan that sounded fifty feet away.

Twilight tried her horn again, yet could not channel a spell. Her body had taken over, trying its hardest to keep itself alive. Every ounce of her magical energy was channeling into the horn, recycling her air, and trying to neutralize the stomach acid.

She realized it was a losing battle, and that so long as her body was struggling to stay alive, she wouldn’t be able to focus enough energy to teleport out.

The sphincter to the stomach sealed around her neck, sending a choking sensation through her. It then slid down over her shoulders as the powerful muscles pushed her further inside.

Twilight couldn’t control her rapid breathing, and quickly became delusional again. The euphoria returned, even stronger, and she felt another climax approaching. The base of her horn, her wings, and her thighs were tingling in the stomach acid as her entire body entered the stomach.

Muscles began to contract in a rhythm around her entire body, pushing and kneading her flesh to soften it for the acid. Twilight couldn’t control herself as her entire body went rigid and she went limp with ecstasy.

Pete curled up on the bed and would have smiled if he could have. The feeling of such a large, tasty meal writhing in his stomach was incredibly pleasurable. He had never eaten anything this satisfying, and knew at that moment he wanted to eat more ponies.

Spike woke up to a heavy pressure in his stomach and felt ready to vomit. With a sharp contraction, he expelled his emerald flame and a scroll was conjured into the air.

“Ugh, I hate when she does that.”

Spike sat up in his room and unrolled the scroll, hoping it could wait until morning so he didn’t have to trod into Twilight’s room and wake her up too.

“Dang, looks urgent.” Spike rolled his eyes and moaned, tossing the warm blanket aside. “And right when Rarity invited me into her boutique. Every time!” He grumbled a few more times. “I bet Luna tells her when to wake me up.”

He scraped his feet across the floor, the open letter dangling from one claw. There were only five or so steps up to Twilight’s room, and the drowsy dragon tripped on each one. Half-crawling and half-walking, he reached her door and pushed it open.

Spike walked in. “Hey, Twi, letter, sleep now, thanks.” He dropped the letter and turned around to walk back out.

He turned back around and rubbed his eyes, the strange sight he just witnessed finally reaching the only awake part of his brain.

“Snake? Bed? Twilight?” Spike squinted and saw Pete coiled up on the bed with a large bulge in his belly.

Spike’s eyes went wide in fear as Pete lunged at him.

Three days later

Scootaloo and the crusaders got to the library just as Fluttershy was walking out. Behind her, Derpy and Big Mac were moving a large wooden box with holes in it.

“Hey, Fluttershy, what’s in the box?” Scootaloo asked. The other crusaders began to climb out of the wagon as Scootaloo walked up and peeked through a hole.

“Oh, hi fillies. It’s horrible, we found this letter from Celestia telling Twilight her presence was urgently needed in the Crystal Kingdom! Twilight and Spike both left!” Fluttershy shook her head.

Scootaloo jumped back and smiled. “She left her snake? Can I keep it? PLEASE?!”

Fluttershy sighed. “Sorry, Scootaloo, but I’m taking him to be my pet. Twilight didn’t even bother to feed him before she left. Poor guy forced his way out of the cage, and we found him curled up in the kitchen on a sunny patch of tile.”

“Ah don’t think it’s like Twilight ta forget to feed her pets,” Apple Bloom observed.

“Well I don’t see what else could have happened,” Fluttershy explained. “They’re both gone and we found this letter upstairs. She didn’t even make the bed before they flew off.”

“Can I come over and play with him then? Can I?!” Scootaloo jumped around excited.

“Sure, girls, just let me get him to his new home, okay?”

Pete glanced out of the crate and flicked his tongue through it. The orange one smelt like chicken, but she was not the one he was most interested in.

He went to the other side of the box as it was loaded onto the cart, and glanced out at the yellow pegasus. He flicked his tongue out as she swished her tail past her flanks. Pete curled up for the ride to his new home, occasionally smelling his new owner.

Yes, the yellow one had a most tantalizing scent.

Author's Note

I don't know how I come up with these ideas.... sufficeth to say, if I had a 32 ft python, I wouldn't be around to have them anymore.