Big Mac blushes and takes a step forward towards you. “Eeyup.”

“So, why don’t you show me your big snake?”

He pauses for a moment and shrugs. “Eeyup.” He then starts to walk away.

You follow, a big grin on your face as your wings flutter. Big Mac must want to take you somewhere private so that nopony will hear you screaming in ecstasy.

Finally the two of you get to a barn on Sweet Apple Acres. Oddly, Mac has to unlock the barn door. Most ponies don’t have to lock doors because everypony is so nice. Perhaps this is his sex dungeon?

You walk inside and Big Mac steps in behind you, locking the barn door. “My, you planning to make that much noise?”

He shrugs and points over to some bales of hay. “Time ta show ya my snake.”

As you approach the bales you hear something moving and you freeze in terror as an emerald green boa constrictor slithers out from behind the hay. “W-what… What the hell?!” You start to back up as the snake stares at you.

The snake flicks its tongue, sensing a warm meal that looks just the right size to eat. You look to Big Mac for help, then feel the wind knocked out of you.

The snake and its several hundred pounds of weight slam into you, pinning you against the wall. You manage to cry out weakly to Big Mac for help.

“Nope.”

You see the world spin as the snake coils around your body. Despite regaining your senses, the snake is too strong for you to budge a single leg. Even your wings are useless, pinned so tightly they’ve already started to go numb.

Off in the corner you see Big Mac sitting, leaning against the far wall of the barn. He’s got both hooves running up and down the shaft of his cock. He’s enjoying this!

You renew your struggling, which causes the boa to tighten its grip. Your ribs start to pop, nearly reaching their breaking point, and you open your mouth wordlessly as you can’t breathe.

After several agonizing seconds the snake senses you aren’t struggling and loosens just enough to keep you alive, allowing the shallowest of breaths. Before you can contemplate your situation further, you hear two loud popping noises. The snakes mouth closes down over your head, coating it in saliva.

You move your head weakly as you feel some suction, and the snake’s lips sealing themselves behind your ears. Your whole body is coiled and you can’t do a thing as his muscles start to push you into his maw.

The coil comes undone from around your shoulders, and the snake stretches to fit them in. Your face is smashed against the snakes tight throat, and you struggle to catch your breath in what little stale, humid air is available.

His tongue rubs against your chest as the snake tastes you, not that he’d find a pony unpalatable. When his teeth scrape against your legs you realize that he’s nearly gotten your entire forelegs in his mouth. Even your wings are now slipping inside the maw, your fur drenched in saliva to help lubricate.

As you slide forward stronger muscles grip and roll along your body, sliding you forward an inch at a time. You feel like you’re barely moving, then just when you think it can’t get any worse the snake will manage to gain three inches in one gulp.

You flinch and try to jump as you feel something on your rump. It isn’t the snake, but feels more hooflike. You can barely breathe, let alone wonder what is going on.

Luckily, you don’t have to wonder for long. A silent scream escapes your lips as Big Mac rams his cock into your ass. Though you can’t see him, you can mentally picture him fucking your ass and pushing you deeper into the snake’s mouth. You try to get a leg free to kick the bastard, but the last coils are still pinning them down.

Worse yet, as Big Mac goes to town, you begin getting aroused. The snakes muscles continue to rub along your dick as it grows erect, and the more erect it gets the more tightly the snake’s muscles rub against it. Soon you’re fully erect, the trapped cock having little room to maneuver, it winds up getting rubbed between two coils.

You feel Big Mac speeding up, and your heart is racing as oxygen deprivation kicks in. Your mind can’t feel anything other than wetness and warmth, and your flanks feel the sting of tiny teeth, like sandpaper, keeping you from sliding any direction but in.

The snake seems to be twisting, or you are rotating, as the muscles continue to grab and drag you inside. The coating of saliva and fluids has gotten so thick you can bring your forelegs up to your face and help clear some space to breathe.

The rubbing of the snake’s coils against your stallionhood increases as the snake hurries to finish unwinding from you. With a gasp of pleasure, you feel yourself cum into the coils of the snake, a small part of your mind berating you for enjoying this.

Only a few seconds later you feel Big Mac explode inside your ass, and feel some of his cum dripping out even before he finishes.

Once he’s finally pulled out you feel your legs free for the last time ever. You give a weak kick as the snake’s teeth bite into your hocks. The powerful rolling muscles almost feel like a massage as they draw you further in. It’s rather comfortable, if not unsettling, as you’re wrapped up in the warm embrace.

There is some cool air over your hooves as the teeth reach them. Something, likely Big Mac, brushes over the soft soles of your hooves. You squirm to try and escape the ticklish sensation, wiggling yourself even further into the snake. Big Mac continues tickling, not sure if it’s a final torture or farewell.

The snake’s jaw closes around your hooves, and they join the rest of your body in the permanent state of dampness and warmth.

There is a faint sound as the snake’s jaw pops back into it’s sockets, and a change in the pressure of the muscles. It takes a moment to realize the snack is slithering across the ground, with you lodged high up in its throat.

Another sound reaches your ear after a moment. thump thump….. thump thump…. thump thump… The snake’s heart is beating just inches from you, muffled only by a thin lair of muscle.

You feel the muscles constrict tightly and you slide forward a few inches as the snake curls up, causing your whole body to curve to match the form of the snake. The heartbeat grows fainter as you feel a stronger muscle hit your face.

Pushing with both hooves doesn’t help move the muscle, and you can’t get your hind legs against anything to help push. As you wonder what has happened now, the wall in front of you opens up, forming a circle slightly smaller than the cavity you’re in. With only dim red light, barely managing to get through the stretched skin of the snake, it takes a moment to realize the entrance to the stomach.

You’re shoved forward by a powerful contraction and the sphincter closes around your shoulders. It pins you in place as your forelegs slosh around in a bit of fluid that has built up, and your back half is continually massaged by the muscles. The sphincter loosens its grip and you’re slid forward again, the muscle closing down on your legs.

The air is even worse in here, burning your lungs a bit. Already your skin is tingling from the fluid on it, with only your hind legs spared. After another moment your entire body is inside the belly of the beast.

You have a little more room to move in here, but can’t do more than curl or uncurl from the fetal position. You finally decide on curled, feeling a bit more comfortable with your wings and legs drawn in.

The stomach continues to move, shifting you around and rubbing itself against you. As the digestive juices spread and fill up the stomach, you find it harder and harder to stay awake.

With the last bit of oxygen being used up by your body, you close your eyes and yawn. It’s so warm and cozy in here, and your mind can no longer focus enough to remember why you were ever worried in the first place. You decide to take a quick nap, a smile crossing your face as you drift off to sleep.

Author's Note

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