Curious Creature

by Glacier Wind

Rating: mature
Tags: Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Other, Sex
Length: 7376

The pegasus stallion, Glacier Wind, gets himself into a rather sticky situation with a curious creature known as a naga in its own den.

On a dark and stormy night, deep in the White Tail Forest, a lonesome pegasus stallion named Glacier Wind finds refuge in a lonesome cave. Unbeknownst to the stallion, this place had a certain resident that calls it home. And let's just say this certain creature is a little curious looking, not to mention a little frisky with his so-called guests.

Super Special Warnings: Vore, Soul Vore, Hypnosis, M/M, and some other kinda weird things.

This was a story written for the artist DrDooggle, for his incredible friendship and kindness to me. He is a very good artist and has a very successful blog that had recently started to gain additional notoriety. Caution, he is mainly a NSFW artist, though if you are here, you probably already figured that.

This is also an example piece of a quick $40 commission, if anyone is interested in getting a story as...interesting as this one turned out to be. Full commission list is on my User Page.

Published 2016-09-27 16:00:01 UTC
Last updated 2016-09-27 16:00:01 UTC

Curious Creature

Curious Creature
By
Glacier Wind

It was a dark and stormy night on the outskirts of the White Tail Woods, and Glacier Wind found himself stuck in it like he always did. The winds swirled around his body making it hard to hold his wings against his figure as he walked the near blackness of his surroundings. There was a shudder in his step as he attempted to steady himself against the furious gusts, and he trekked on, walking unknowingly deeper into the ever-growing darkness around him.

Glacier walked on for what could only be perceived as minutes—but it could have been hours—before he had finally made it somewhere to shelter himself from the rain and wind of the storm front moving in at a rather rapid pace. The black of the storm clouds covered what remained of any and all light as Glacier made his way into the large mouth of an extremely welcoming cave.

The sky lit up as lightning struck the ground with a crescendo. The front of the cave was illuminated as well, the face of it coming into full view as the stallion entered. The cave looked to bear teeth at either side, top and bottom, but the stallion didn’t take notice. Instead, he entered the cave, unbeknownst of the rather shady appearance of the place.

As he entered the cave proper, the stench of hard water and mildew hit the lost stallion’s nostrils hard. He scrunched up his face as he steeled himself against the near atrocious smells. And, with heavy hooves, he walked forward. He walked his way through the cave, his left wing trailing the side wall as he walked slowly to be sure that he wouldn’t trip. He pushed on through the cave that—from the feeling of his wing pressed firmly against the wall—seemed to be winding back and forth in small little intervals. It even seemed to be getting wider as he went along his way as well.

Truth be told, the stallion could have stopped at the entrance all along and just waited out the storm from there. But now, he was far more curious to see just how far this cave went. And as the stallion continued to walk deeper into the cave, he found it even harder to turn around now. The thrill of exploration seemed to be pulling him in to the point of no return, the inhibitions to turn around completely leaving him, almost as if they were never there in the first place.

That was when he saw something in the distance. It was the faint glow reminiscent of a blue hue, which seemed to bounce off of the walls of the cave with a strange song and dance that furthered the stallion’s foal-like curiosity. So he continued on, finally removing his wing from the wall, and making his way towards the middle of the cave’s walkway. He walked down towards the light, a weird, wry smile forming on his muzzle as he did so. It was like everything he had ever discovered upon a whim before now was all completely for naught. He was going to find out just where that light was coming from, even if it was going to kill him.

Walking around a little bend in the cave’s continuously confusing structure, Glacier Wind had finally made it to where the light was coming from. It was a little room, an almost out cove, which housed a few various and very different plants that he had never seen before. The strange and alien plants glowed with the gorgeous blue hue that he had seen walking down the hall to this vary spot. And they also seemed to be emitting a strange warmth from them. Glacier was going to touch one of them before he was stopped by a smooth yet somewhat gruff sounding voice.

“Oh, looky what we have here,” the almost buttery-smooth mysterious voice said in a singsong of a tone. Glacier Wind reared back on his hind legs and spun around on a dime, looking into the vail of darkness beyond the distance of the light emitting plants. “Ooh,” the voice began again, chattering to itself as it seemed to spin around him in a full three-sixty. “This one seems…feisty. I like that in a stallion—or mare. Doesn’t matter at all to me. You’re all so alike, but you all taste so different from one another.”

The last thing the mysterious voice said didn’t sit well with Glacier and he threw back his hind-legs in what was best described as embarrassing-looking fighting stance. He dragged his left hoof across the dark, gravelly cave floor as he snorted loudly. “W-who do you think you are, sneaking up on p-ponies like this in the d-dark?” Glacier was trying to sound brave and tried to ignore what the voice had said, but it was proving to rather difficult. Even more so when his voice had crumbled beneath him.

“My, my, you sure look rather brave.” The mysterious voice seemed to laugh, it echoing out through Glacier’s mind like he had thought it himself. “Must be a Pegasus thing or something.” The bearer of the voice seemed to lick their lips or snout as they paused. “But I like Pegasi. Very friendly and kind creatures.”

“What?!” the stallion all but cried out. “Oh, heh, of course.” He began to sweat, trying to stand his ground still against the mysterious voice. “Why don’t you go and show yourself, stranger?

“Oh, I don’t think somepony like you could really stomach it.”

“You saying I’m too afraid to see you?” Glacier snapped back.

“Not exactly afraid per say…” The voice began to encircle him once more, and Glacier found himself turning around to look to the barren wall behind him like a fool. And it wasn’t until he turned around that he could feel what felt like the warmth of breath on his rear-end.

Spinning around rapidly, Glacier’s tail swatted at the air, missing whatever it was that happened to be behind him. And as he looked around, he seen nothing there. Well, nothing except the soft green glow of a little diamond. Said diamond seemed to float perpetually in the air, attached to nothing. It also appeared to dance about slowly, methodically. And Glacier watched it with the same fascination he had when he seen the light at the end of the seeming endless tunnel. It was pretty, in a strange way. And as he continued to watch it, it appeared to get closer. So close in fact, that the figure the little green, diamond was attached to, began to appear as if almost out of thin air.

The face of the creature came into view first. It looked like a snake, its face totting green, shimmering eyes, as well as an elongated snout and sharp fangs. Behind its head lay a snake hood, large and proud, making the creature look rather intimidating in appearance. As for when the rest of its body came into view, it hit Glacier just what he had walked himself into. There, before his now quivering, shivering body, stood a naga. A very large and girthy naga. It bore a grin upon its fanged snout and it eyed him like he was its next wholesome meal.

The naga opened his giant maw as if an attempt to speak on its part, but before Glacier could take in whether the naga was going to devour him whole, or talk to him, he had already made a dash for the entrance. He moved with a vigor that read desperation; however he was not getting too far. He felt a little confused, ambiguous. His head was lightening and he felt as though he might faint. The stallion had no idea what had suddenly come over him, but he was sure it had something to do with that scary naga behind him—

Or, rather, not behind him. Glacier looked back but didn’t see anything there. The pathway behind him was completely void of any and all light now, and was completely vailed in darkness. Still, though, he pressed forward. He didn’t want to stop, no matter how heavy his legs were feeling now.

The stallion turned left around one of the seemingly hundreds of twists and turns the cave had to offer before he could finally see the entrance. The lightning of the storm shone and brightened up the entrance even further. And from how loud it sounded when it hit the ground, he was closer than he had previously thought. He ran on a little further, still looking behind himself every once in a while, hoping that the naga wouldn’t be there, before he started to notice a very disturbing pattern indeed. To his right, there was a boulder. A boulder that Glacier had seemed to have passed at least four times or more now. As well, he began to take in the gravity of the fact that the front entrance to the cave was no longer getting any closer. In fact, it looked as though it was getting further and further away now.

The stallion’s gallop nearly came to a complete and utter stop as he slowed his roll. And eventually he took to a full stop. He couldn’t hear anything behind him now, and when he checked, he couldn’t see the naga chasing him. Of course it was quiet as well, the stallion positive that if somepony were to drop a pin, he would hear it hit the cave floor from a mile away. And that just wasn’t because of the echo it would make either.

Glacier Wind looked back to the front of the cave, and the entrance was now gone and he was now standing completely in darkness. Lost as of what to do, he turned in circles as he took to studying his surroundings. He tried to think but most of his thoughts felt cloudy, like it was hard to think and come up with a solution to this problem. He began to feel lightheaded again and sat on his haunches as his stomach turned and churned. He felt like he was going to be sick, but steeled himself from emptying the contents of his previous meal all over the ground.

“Oh, now what do I do?” he groaned groggily as he looked back and forth, left to right.

“Well,” the voice said, slithering its way into the back of Glacier’s mind once again, “I think I could help you with that.”

The stallion cringed, stood again, and placed himself in another twisted fighting pose. “I don’t want any trouble, you weird snake…thing!”

“Oh, now don’t you be like that, little pony. I’m not going to do anything mean to you. Quite the contrary, I am going to do some very nice things to you…”

“Heh, I really doubt that one, to be honest with you,” Glacier slid in-between the naga’s brief pauses.

“And what has you saying that?” The naga’s voice asked, bouncing off the inside of his skull like a rubber ball. “What did I say that gave you that impression?”

“You said: ‘You’re all so alike, but you all taste so different from one another.’” Glacier quoted the former word for word as he lightly fought back against the naga penetrating his mind. “That doesn’t sound very nice to me…” There was a sudden heat in front of the stallion, as if though there was somepony breathing in his face. The breath didn’t smell foul. Instead it smelled sweet and inviting, almost like the cookies his grandmother used to make. The stallion backed up regardless, his butt hitting the cave wall, causing him to sit on his haunches again. Sitting there now, he felt like the creature was right in his face but he couldn’t see anything—not even the green diamond he had seem beforehand.

“I promise not to harm a single hair on your hide while you are here…” The voice echoed out smoothly. It sounded sincere and almost hypnotic in tone. It was the most comforting thing Glacier had experienced since laying eyes on the creature, and he still wondered if it would be his last. “What I said was…not what you are thinking. I don’t devour ponies at all. That is not my style—not at all.”

Glacier sat there, looking to the thin are still. He wanted to believe the beast, but was still fighting on the inside to. He had heard the stories of pony-eating nagas before, and didn’t want to fall prey to the same fate as so many others. But he really did want to see that green diamond of the naga’s again. He had never seen something intriguing and had never heard of them having them before.

He thought on it for a bit, a little voice digging away at him in the back of his mind, prodding him with all its might. He really wanted to ask to see it again. And if this here naga was truly going to devour him whole, he at least wanted to see the majesty and light of his gem one last time.

“Can I… If you say you’re not going to do anything mean to me and hurt me, could I see your pretty green gem again?”

There was a slight chuckle from the naga in the back of his mind that Glacier missed as the green gem came back into view before him. He stared at it again and got lost in its beauty. It pulled him into a place that he never thought existed. It took all the pain, fears and worries away that he was feeling. He felt content, ready to take on any fear that may attempt to lay waste to him.

“Heh, um, could I maybe… Could I see you again, please?” It almost came out like begging, a pleading.

And with another chuckle, the naga answered sincerely, “Of course. As long as you are able to handle it this time?”

“I…I think I can.”

“Then I will show myself for you,” the naga said, remerging from the shadows as if out of thin air. He stood there, face almost right in Glacier’s as he awaited the stallion’s response to his full figure.

Glacier eyed the naga’s monstrous body with bated breath and a half suppressed gasp. He was definitely big, and the stallion was already regretting asking to see him again. The snake bore another wicked grin that just read: ‘I’m going to eat you and there is now nothing you can do about it’. And as the naga grew closer to that stallion, Glacier winced, closed his eyes, and awaited the inevitable. But it never came. No hot breath surrounding his entire body, no mouth encasing him in its wet, dripping grasp, and no throat welcoming him with rhythmic contractions as he was brought into a stomach to be slowly digested like just another meal.

“What’s the matter?” the naga asked, cocking his head to the side and quirking an eyebrow in question.

Glacier peeled open his eyes slowly, their dark blue colour skewed in the green light of the naga’s gem. “Um, I thought you were going to eat me…” The stallion looked away, almost embarrassed, a frown present on his face. “Sorry.”

The large naga took his large tail and curved it around so that the end was near Glacier’s face, and pushed his muzzle gently so that he could look him in the eyes. “Don’t be sorry. You are only being cautious. I, for one, can understand that.” The naga’s pupils disappeared as his eyes changed quickly on the fly. The green ring of colour in his eye multiplied, spreading out across the white surface. Blue rings appeared in-between each of the green ones, creating a hypnotic set of rings in each of his eyes. They rolled back across his eye, getting replaced with new rings of green and blue as they disappeared.

“But why don’t you just trust me a little bit, pony. I can make you feel good if you just listen to me.” He chuckled noticing his rings of colour coming across in the Pegasus’ own eyes.

“Huh, what?” Glacier shook his head, looking away from the naga again. “I don’t know. What are you doing to me?” Confusion riddled his voice. Glacier was completely lost with what was transpiring. He had never heard of a naga doing this before.

“Oh, I’m just trying to lighten the mood, get you to loosen up a little.”

The words echoed in the stallion’s mind as the naga spoke them in a smooth, sincere voice. He had to believe the creature, no matter how much he didn’t want to. He was just so sweet, kind, and very caring. He was worried about his well-being just as much as any of his friends back home were and—

Glacier shook his head again, the hypnotic rings of colour fading from his eyes. “I’m… No. Stop whatever it is that you are doing to me,” the stallion began to plead.

“Oh poor, little pony,” the great naga started, taking his tail from under the stallion’s chin and wrapping it around his barrel rather tightly. He lifted the stallion off the cave floor, bringing him up to his face. Glacier started thrashing around, trying to get out of the snake’s grasp, but it was futile. “You can struggle all you wish, little pony, but it will not change anything.”

Glacier continued to struggle as the naga held him in his coiled tail, much to the actual pleasure of the beast. He chuckle as his hypnotic gaze poured over the stallion in his thrall. All he had to do was get the stallion to look at him one more time. And he knew just how to do it.

Placing the tip of his tail against the struggling stallion’s chin, the naga pushed it up so that he was looking directly at him. And with the influence of his green gem, the naga commanded the stallion bear his beautiful blue eyes for him to see. It was a little poke at first, but it slowly grew to an almost antagonizing jest as the naga continued to assault the stallion with the thought of looking him down.

Eventually, with much inhibition to do so, the stallion pried his eyes open quickly, and looked the naga fully in his hypnotic gaze. In almost an instant, Glacier was taken back under the influence of the naga’s powerful hypnosis magic. His eyes mimicked the colours that of the naga’s own as he began to sway back and forth almost wantonly in the beast’s grip.

“Good pony,” the naga sounded out happily and with a final chuckle. “Just like all the rest. So resistant until they feel the hypnotic pleasure I can provide them with.” Almost as if on que, Glacier’s face grew hot as a red hue over took his natural sky-blue colour, and his tongue found its way out of his muzzle as it rolled out to the side lazily.

The naga chuckled to himself, coiling more of his tail around Glacier before he made his way towards the back of the cave from once he came. He moved at a pace that would be considered impossible, and before one could utter the word “fast”, he was back there. Placing his body around the centre of the room, the naga lowered Glacier onto his belly. He stared at his pray for a long time then, admiring the stallion he had had dropped on him, seemingly from the heavens above. It was a glorious moment and one to revel in as he tried so hard to keep the squeamish stallion from running away. He even had to go as far as tricking him into thinking he couldn’t get out of the cave, when in truth he was two blocks from the cave before he was eventually brought back.

Finally bringing himself to speak after such an extended period of silence, the naga spoke to the mind of Glacier Wind once more. He talked in a low, rumbling tone. It sounded almost…sexual in nature. “Well now, little pony. What is your lovely name?” he asked, placing the tip of his tail under the hypnotised stallion’s chin, and raising it up so that he may look him directly in the eyes.

The stallion chuckled unknowingly, a mare-ish giggle sounding throughout the cave to the stormy world outside. However it was cut out as another crash of lighting filled the air. “My name is…Glacier Wind,” the stallion answered almost drunkenly. It was like he had had one to many hard ciders at the local pub.

“Oh what a cute little name you have there, Glacier. May I call you Glacier?”

“Of course.”

The naga chuckled.

He watched the pony—tongue still lolled out of his maw—sway back and forth, looking to him with an almost curious expression. “Since you are going to be here for the next little while, Glacier, would you like to know my name?”

“Yes, please…”

The naga chuckled again. It was too sweet, too easy now. This was going to be fun.

“My name is Shaw, my little pony.” The snake hissed at little as he waited for the hypnotised response. It was always so delayed, but he reveled in the wait. It felt so much better when they struggled still, tying to give a willful response. But Glacier was gone now. And he was all Shaw’s.

Glacier chuckled himself, albeit a rather drawn out and long series of chuckles. “What a nice name,” he said, still swaying back and forth. “I like it…a-a lot.” This caused Shaw to smile.

“I’m glad you like my name, Glacier, because you are going to be saying it a lot for the next long while.”

“For a long while?” The stallion questioned back.

“But of course,” Shaw said, bringing the tip of his tail around Glacier’s face enough to ruffle his already unkempt mane some more.

“What about my friends, my…family…?” The stallion was clearly a lot more there than Shaw previously thought. But it just added further to the pleasure he was going to receive himself. And it was going to make this meal taste all the more tasty as well.

“Oh, don’t worry about them, my little Glacier Wind,” Shaw said, lowering his head down closer to the Pegasus’ own. He carefully blew his hot breath in the small stallion’s face, watching him smile as he did so. He was loving the feeling of his master’s bated breath on his hide. “They love you, sure… But they do not love you as much as I do.”

“They… You love me too.” There was the key, and Shaw was about to pop that lock wide open.

“Oh, yes I do, sweet little Glacier.” Shaw’s tongue slowly descended from his maw, dripping with the salivation of desperation, want and need. He needed to have just a taste of this stallion. And he was sure Glacier was going to be one of the tastiest ponies he had sampled in a very long while.

Glacier chuckled like a mare once more, looking to Shaw as the naga’s tongue descended in front of his face. It looked so good, so wet and inviting to him. He opened his mouth and leaned forward trying to take it into his mouth with a wanton abandon. But the snake snapped it back before he could grab it.

“Not right now, Glacier.” Shaw opened his mouth wide instead. A thin and light hue of blue began to cover the stallion’s body as a tingling sensation overtook his senses. It felt heavenly, a bliss that could be compared to nothing else.

The blue light that started to surround Glacier soon started to peel and almost drip off of his figure like a discoloured wine. It journeyed towards the naga’s open maw, sliding down his throat as it went on, the colour illuminating the naga’s innards as it continued down and into his gullet.

As the colour continued to pour off Glacier, Shaw spoke to him kindly, softly. “How does it feel, Glacier? How does it feel to be drained and become part of me?” The naga giggled as he continued to swallow Glacier’s soul slowly, savouring the moment and the taste as if it were a five star dinner.

“It f-feels so g-good,” the stallion sputtered out in quick succession.

“Glad to know you like having your soul eaten. But…” the naga paused. “I have other plans for you right now. The rest of your soul can wait, because I’m going to let you enjoy this experience a lot more.”

Glacier was just about to ask, in a dizzy manner, just what Shaw meant, but he was stopped as the naga picked him back up with the end of his tail and hovered him in from of his snaky face. Shaw lolled his own, very long tongue out of his mouth again, and began to lick that stallion’s face, coating him in a thick layer of saliva. He savoured the stallion’s taste for a short while, wailing on the inside from just how good he tasted.

“Oh by the goddesses, Glacier! You taste so damn good!” The naga’s tongue began to get very adventurous as it slid along Glacier’s body completely. It made its way to the rear of the stallion, playing with his haunches and rear-end as he lathered it in saliva as well.

“You think so, Shaw?” Glacier asked in a tone more attuned to a foal in a candy store. “I like when you lick me all over. It…makes me feel loved.”

Drawing his tongue back from the stallion’s rear and dragging it over and passed his jet-black balls and sheath as he went, Shaw hovered his tongue in Glacier’s face once more. Except this time, instead of pulling it away as the hypnotised stallions tried to latch onto it, he allowed him too. And as Glacier took the naga’s long, forked tongue into his mouth, Shaw began to run it along his own, sampling the taste of his mouth as he battled roughly with his meaty appendage.

Glacier moaned out in pleasure and Shaw mirrored very much of the same as they continued to make out sloppily with one another. It looked a little unorthodox, due to Shaw’s enormous size and all, but Glacier didn’t seem to care. And he even encourage the naga along as his cock began to drop from his sheath.

As they continued their sloppy French kiss with one another, Shaw noticed a certain wet warmth that had begun to drip slowly onto his stomach. It was slippery and sticky, and slid down his belly onto the cave floor. He pulled his tongue from the Pegasus’ mouth before finally looking down to see just what was dripping on him, before a wicked smile formed on his snaky muzzle. He licked his lips in a devilish anticipation as he eyed the clearly engaged Pegasus before him. The poor little guy was dripping with need and a burning passion brought on by Shaw’s hypnosis and delicate touch. The naga was flattered to say the least.

“Looky what we have here…” Shaw sounded out, lifting the Pegasus higher with another lick of his scaly lips. He eyed Glacier’s clear arousal with a building heat of his own “Seems to me that you are enjoying this quite a lot more than you thought you were going to, hmm?”

Glacier hummed and rolled his head around as his cock slapped Shaw’s tail on the underside of his barrel. He continued to smile and groan as he looked the naga dead in the eyes. Eye contact was Shaw’s favourite thing. And Glacier was delivering it straight to him.

“I am enjoying it, Shaw. I like it a lot.” The Pegasus groaned lowly as Shaw dragged the tip of his tail long the head of his stallionhood. “You’re such a tease.”

“Only the best for the tastiest Pegasus I have ever met,” Shaw projected with another lick of his lips. “But…I have something really good in store for you.” He flipped the stallions around in the air, Glacier’s head and mane falling back lazily as he hung there helplessly in the naga’s grasp. His cock jumped up again and hit Shaw’s tail, a stream of precum beginning to stain the snake’s scales in its semi-white essence.

“What are you going to do with me?” the hypnotised Pegasus groaned in lustful questioning. “Have I been a naughty, little pony, Shaw?”

“On the contrary my little Glacier Wind, you have been quite good, and are receptive in all the right ways.” He chuckled and Glacier followed suit with one of his own, trying to mirror the beat in his mind. “I think I can help you feel even more pleasure, though…”

“And w-what are y-you—Oh Goddesses above!” Glacier threw his head back as his entire length was speedily taken whole by Shaw’s rather skillful tongue. The naga ran his slick appendage all over the Pegasus’ thick cock, licking up all the tasty precum he could. He tasted delicious to him. And Shaw wanted more.

Steadying his ministrations and working his tongue at a brisk pace, Shaw coated Glacier’s twitching member of stallion flesh in a thick layer of saliva and some of his own pre. The naga hummed out to himself as Glacier’s cock spurted a few more jets of pre, which he happily devoured quickly and hungrily.

It wasn’t longer before Glacier Wind was panting heavily and squirming once more in the creatures grasp. However, this time, it was for a far more erotic and sinful reason. And the naga enjoyed feeling him squirm against his constricting coils, a smile on his face while he serviced the Pegasus stallion.

“I… Heh, goodness! I’m g-going to cum!”

Shaw pulled back almost immediately, his tongue retreating back into his maw. He rolled it around as he sampled Glacier’s taste more thoroughly. He tasted sweet, salty, and had an aftertaste that was just as irresistible.

He rolled the Pegasus back around and looked to his lust driven expression. His eyes were just coming back from the very edge of his skull and his tongue was dripping spittle all over his coat and face. His stallionhood twitched violently, eager for release, but Shaw tried to ignore it. He wanted to make sure this slave would stay with him, wanted to stay with him. He was going to use him for all the magic he had.

“Why… Why did y-you s-stop?” the Pegasus finally asked, coming back from the near edge of release. “I was so…close.” He huffed and rolled his head back and forth as the naga watched him.

“Because I have lots of things in mind for you before you get to finish. And before I get to finish. That’s why, little Glacier.” He rolled his tongue out just to lick the Pegasus’ cheek before pulling it back in. “Is that okay with you?”

“Absolutely. Anything you do to me is fine by me. You would never hurt me—ever!” The naga smiled at that answer, and within a matter of a few moments, he had Glacier spun around, his flanks directly in his face.

“Such perfect flanks you have for a stallion, Glacier. So full and bubbly. Almost like the perfect mare.” The naga gave them a tentative lick before proceeding to speak. “Question. Have you ever been with another stallion before, little pony?”

Glacier froze. But he knew he could tell Shaw the truth. Shaw cared for him just like his friends and family did. And he was pretty sure that Shaw loved him just as much as his own marefriend did, too. “Y-yes,” the stallion choked out embarrassedly. “I was with a stallion before my marefriend now.”

“Good answer, Glacier!” The naga rolled his tongue back out and began to massage the Pegasus’ flanks as he continued to speak to him telepathically. “So I assume that you have…taken things in your rear before, then, haven’t you?”

“Yes, I have,” Glacier replied.

“Then you wouldn’t have any objections if, I say, did this?” Shaw drew his tongue slowly and methodically across Glacier’s taint, before bringing it up to his puckered tailhole. He swirled it around the stallion’s sacred entrance, lathering it up in slick saliva, before prodding at his ponut ring teasingly. Glacier groaned in response, his hot breath rolling across some of the scales on Shaw’s tail.

“Sounds like you like that,” Shaw chuckled evilly. “Do you want some more?” He waggled the forks of his tongue around the edge of the stallion’s sphincter, pushing them apart slightly, spreading his surprisingly loose ring open.

“Ooh yes,” Glacier moaned, panting hard now. “I want so much more. Please, eat me out good!” he begged, trying his hardest to wiggle his flanks back, and get Shaw’s tongue to penetrate his delicate treasure. “I want your big, long tongue inside me so badly. Please?”

As if almost on command, Shaw sunk his girthy tongue into Glacier’s velvety depths, eliciting a long, bedraggled moan from his small figure. He lazily threw his head back, looking over his wither’s with the look of want in his hypnotised face. Shaw saw this and chuckle to himself, causing the Pegasus under his power to moan even louder still. This pleased the naga, and in response he dug deeper, searching for the stallion’s internal love button.

Turning into a moaning, quivering mess, Glacier found himself setting into his new position with Shaw rather nicely. He loved the naga and the pleasure that he was giving him. He didn’t want it to stop. He wanted every moment he spent with this creature to be one of total satisfaction and bliss; not just for himself, but for Shaw as well. He gave in completely now.

Shaw dug his tongue further into Glacier’s depths, finally finding and pressing into his prostate hard. He dug into it with a reckless abandon as he pistoned his tongue in and out of his ass, trying to drive the Pegasus closer to orgasm once more. And it didn’t take long for Glacier to start dripping like a faucet when within about four thrusts or so he was pouring precum all over Shaw’s stomach once more.

“That’s it Glacier,” he said, speaking confidently to the stallions as he assaulted his senses from seemingly every angle. “C’mon, my little slutty pony. Cum for me!”

The naga continued to assault Glacier’s tailhole with an almost animalistic nature as he further pushed the stallion to the edge. Glacier rolled his eyes back in his head, his tongue dripping fresh saliva all over his face, chest, and Shaw’s tail as he took it like a good, hypnotised slave. He rocked his hips back in time with the naga’s thrusts as best he could, trying to aid in getting himself off even faster. It was working, to some extent, as Shaw’s tongue subsequently trailed harder and longer across his engorged prostate as it throbbed with a need for release.

Oh, it had been such a long time since Glacier had been milked properly.

The faucet of precum turned into a waterfall as Glacier shuddered, his climax approaching him fast. Shaw was ready for it this time though, and continued to promote it, calling the stallion on a few more times as encouragement.

“I-I’m—ah, fuck!” Glacier cursed, trying to find his words through the mountain of pleasure building up his groin and rump respectively.

“Scream it out for me, Glacier. Let go for me.”

“Oh goddesses! I-I’m going… I’m going to c-cum!” He rocked his hips back harder, trying to bury Shaw’s tongue as deeply into him as he could. But he was held to stilly by the coils wrapped around his barrel. Still, that didn’t stop him from trying, the stallion groaning in frustration for more sensations.

In one final thrust of Shaw’s tongue, Glacier’s cock twitched hard, slapping wetly against Shaw’s tail as he flared out. He came in volleys, his cum thoroughly coating not only Shaw’s scaly tail and stomach in his creamy-white baby batter, but some of his chest fluff and chin as well. He cried out in a crescendo of moans and ragged curses as he was finally granted the release he had been lead up to. It felt so good to just let go and cum for Shaw like he had.

“That’s it Glacier,” Shaw said, watching the stallion pour his essence all over his body. “Let yourself go to the pleasure. Love it. Want it. Need it.”

Glacier continued to empty the contents of his hefty balls for another few twitches before it slowed to a minor drool. The stallions sighed heavily in content, licking his lips lazily in the afterglow of one of the most intense orgasm he had ever felt in his entire like. He gasped when Shaw finally removed his tongue from his ass with an audible pop.

“Ooh,” Glacier groaned, looking back over his withers and into Shaw’s almost pulsating, multi-ringed eyes. “That felt so good, Shaw. Thank you for that.”

“I’m glad you like that, my little pony. I, however, have one more thing that I want to do. To completely satisfy the both of us.” He chuckled and turned Glacier back around in his coils so that he could look at him all the easier. “Remember when I tasted your lovely soul, Glacier?”

“Yes, I do, Shaw. It felt really good.” Glacier chuckle as his hazy mind thought back to it. It did feel really good to slowly become part of the impressive creature.

“Well, why don’t we finish what we started?” The naga stuck his tongue and licked his prey’s face. “I know you’ll love to be part of me completely.”

“I will, Shaw. I want to be part of you.” Glacier kissed the still hanging tongue of his captor. “I want you to eat me up.”

Shaw took that as all the sign that he needed. In a jiffy, the naga had sat the Pegasus on his stomach, his semi-erect cock hanging limply off to the right. Glacier swayed back and forth, left to right, as he awaited the oncoming feelings from earlier on this dark and stormy night.

The naga opened his mouth wide again, a groan of satisfaction sounding off in the back of Glacier Wind’s mind. The blue hue began to appear around the stallion once more, his bodying tingling as it did so. He was illuminated it the light of his coat colour before, eventually, it began to seep of his body, flowing to the maw of the naga once more.

It flowed down the beast’s throat, pouring into his stomach, as Glacier’s presence and being began to fill him up, satisfying his insatiable hunger. The naga groaned lowly as he slowly took in and devoured the very thing that made Glacier Wind himself. It was a slow, almost grueling process to complete. But for the participants involved, it was the most satisfying and sexual thing they had ever done. And sure, Shaw had done this many times before and with many other ponies, but nothing could beat the mere flavour Glacier washed over his taste buds. It was…intoxicating. And the naga wanted more.

He continued to drain Glacier’s life force with a ferocity best described as sadistic. He leaned in just so that he could be closer to the stallion, therefore draining his soul quicker in the process.

Glacier was shuddering and shaking as he was slowly consumed. But it wasn’t painful, and he didn’t feel like he needed to scream for help. He was content being just where he was, there in the naga’s thrall, destined to become his lifeless husk of sex and depravity for the rest of his soon to be miserable life. But to a drained and brainwashed version of himself, this life would feel to be pure and utter joy, nothing in all of Equestria being able to compare. He would love being with Shaw. Want to be with Shaw. And he will need to be with Shaw.

“You taste so good, Glacier. And soon you will be part of me, just like all the others.” The naga giggled to himself now. It sounded rather foalish, almost similar to Glacier’s own chuckles…

“Yes Shaw, thank you Shaw,” Glacier responded like a drone. He was completely gone now. He was passed the point of no return.

“Come for me one last time, little pony,” the naga begged, watching as Glacier’s cock seeming rose back to life on command. It hardened, flared, and precum began to drip and drool from the tip just like it had when Glacier had his rear-end assaulted. He panted, groaned, and reached for his stallionhood almost as if her were being controlled. For all he knew, he could have been. But it could have just been the lust from the hypnosis guiding him there, to the brink of complete and utter submission. He was going to make the perfect fuck toy for Shaw, that’s for sure.

“As you wish Shaw,” Glacier responded, finally placing his hoof upon his rock hard cock. He began to stroke it in a steady beat, his precum slathering all over his length completely. He continued to clop in front of Shaw, sliding his hoof over his large flare with a grin. And as he looked the beast in the eyes one last time, he came again.

“Oh—fuck!” Glacier screamed at the top of his lungs, releasing the rest of his stallion spunk all over Shaw’s stomach.

He keeled over from the pleasure alone as not only he came, but the last bit of his essence was stripped from his body. It glided up to the Naga’s mouth and materialized there, forming a ghostly figure of the sky-blue stallion. He had a look of ecstasy on his face, his tongue lolling out to the right. In one swift tilt of his head and a subtle slurping, the spectre slid down the naga’s throat and into his deep, dark depths.

The naga chuckled again, his voice sounding very similar to Glacier’s own. “Such a tasty stallion you are, Glacier Wind. It appears I will have much use for you yet. I was just going to eat you lifeless husk, but I have plans that better suit you.” The naga used the end of his tail to tip the stallion’s head up, so that his now dead, black eyes looked to him. Shaw’s own still pulsated with his rings of hypnotic blue and green.

The colour took a bit to show up, but the rings soon grew on Glacier’s eyes, and he seemed to come back from the dead in a jolt. The naga looked to him with a grin, an evil grin. He spoke to him in his mind once more, testing out if he had indeed brought the stallion back.

“Hello Glacier,” he said.

“Hello Shaw,” Glacier called back.

“How do you feel, my little pet?”

“I feel great Shaw. I’m ready to serve you in any way I can.”

The naga’s smile grew to a shockingly scary size. “That’s great to hear Glacier, because I have a little job for you.” The naga leaned forward, placing the green gem in his head onto Glacier’s own. He licked the stallion’s muzzle again, eliciting a smile moan before he continued to speak. “I want you to bring me some ponies here… I want you to bring your friends and marefriend here.” He chuckled as he seen the dopey smile grow on Glacier’s muzzle.

“Are you going to make them part of you too, Shaw?” he asked.

“Oh, absolutely. They will love to be part of me too, now won’t they, Glacier?”

“Yes Shaw. They will love being a part of you just like I do.”

The naga then guided his pet of off his stomach and snapped the hypnosis from his eyes, the regular, deep-sea blue retuning. He looked normal again, almost as if he had never had contact with Shaw in the first place. “Now go get us some more play things, my little Glacier.”