The lamia's grand dinner

Storm and Ruby continued to enjoy the festival for the next few hours, Storm exploring the various hypnotic possibilities now open to him. He tried ‘Bait’ which was a game where a pony had to hold onto a pole whilst being swallowed by a lamia, more stall games centred around hypnosis and even something like a climbing wall but using lamia tails instead. Ruby mostly snuck around Storm, snagging a pony or ten with her coils during the games whilst they couldn’t resist, but it soon began to get late.

“Time to go, Storm… in both senses.” Ruby said and Storm looked upset. “Until next time; thunder has sounded.”

“B…ye…” Storm mumbled as Bolt blinked, glancing around, when did he leave the spa?

“Welcome back,” Ruby said “It’s almost time for the dinner, come along!” Ruby ordered and Bolt stumbled forward, pulled along by his neck.

“What happened?” Bolt asked.

“Oh, I just let you relax your mind, so Storm took the reins on your body until you woke up.” Ruby explained as the final straggles of the festivals were snagged by late night lamias.

“Okay… oh… right, the dinner…” Bolt mumbled, his brain still catching up with his senses.

“Indeed, we’ll need to get dressed quickly.” Ruby said glancing at a nearby clock “I spent too long playing with the ponies at the festival.” She muttered, mentally scolding herself for her lack of restraint.

Bolt glanced at a nearby house, admiring its design “Did you play with me?” He asked.

Ruby smiled “I played with Storm, I saved you for the dinner.” Ruby said smiling as the manor came into view, the gate opening at their arrival. Once inside the manor, Alex, alongside the other staff, were assembled at the door “Nedra, go inform the kitchen to begin. Alex, one last check of the whole first floor. I doubt the guests will go upstairs but if I get one comment…” Alex nodded and hastened away swiftly “And you four,” Ruby pointed to four mares who stepped forward “Bolt and I shall be dressing up for the evening, we’ll be heading up to my room, come along.” They followed obediently and Bolt was pushed along.

“Dressing up?” Bolt asked sceptically.

“Yes, of course, we must look presentable. Don’t worry, you won’t need your uniform.” Ruby said as Bolt made to turn off sideways on the hallway.

Once inside Ruby’s bedroom, Ruby quickly slid up to her walk-in wardrobe and pulled out a dressing table with a high mirror, as well as a stool Bolt was made to sit in. Three of the mares descended on Ruby who leaned back as Bolt was made to face his ‘face painter’ as he often called ponies in such a profession. Bolt took much notice of the many golden rings and stubs that she was holding.

“Er, hang on I don’t have piercings!” Bolt said as the right side of his head was grabbed.

“They’re clip on rings.” The mare mumbled in soft monotone as Bolt felt a golden stub and ring being attached to his right ear, the mare moved to his left then shook her head “Not enough left for this one.” She mumbled, moving behind Bolt and tugging on his mane pulling it down and hooking the very bottom into a golden ring, freeing his left eye from the hair that normally covered it “And now to mark you as Mistress’ property…” Bolt glanced down as a white tie with a purple bow was fastened around his neck, noticing the snake eye peering out the front. “There… acceptable.” The mare said stepping back as Bolt heard soft swishing.

“I think you look quite handsome like that.” Ruby said smiling as Bolt turned to face her.

“W-wow… you’re beautiful…” Bolt muttered too stunned to think.

Ruby chuckled “Thank you, glad you approve.” Ruby cooed her hair bouncing from her laughter.

Ruby’s mane had been parted around her horn and curled neatly down with two golden bangles either side of her face with little curly puffs of hair protruding from the ends, the back of her mane was tied up high, with the base wrapped under a golden tiara blazoned with emeralds. Her normally exotically wild mane had been swiftly tamed with only a few stray strands that seemed to work perfectly with her serpentine origins were just barely visible. Ruby’s ears had two golden stubs in each one as well as a golden neck piece with more emeralds and her purple snake eye and wrapped around her horn, hanging from the end, was a small amethyst gemstone. Ruby looked stunning, and very much like royalty.

“Shall we go down?” Ruby asked and Bolt nodded, following after Ruby, who smelled strongly of strawberries and dripleaf essence.

Ruby took position up against the door to the manor, curling her tail around and under her, out of the way, whilst Bolt glanced down at the gleaming white coils. They looked like they’d been oiled from how they shimmered like water flying from sprinklers.

Ruby, noticing Bolt staring, smiled “When we sit down you can cosy up in them.” She promised.

Bolt glanced at Ruby then down the hallway, it was just the two of them currently. Glancing at Ruby once more, Bolt softly mumbled “Coil.” Under his breath.

At first, nothing seemed to have changed from Bolt’s perspective, he was still stood waiting in the lobby of the manor for the guests to arrive. However, when Bolt finally chanced a glance at Ruby, the corner of his eye caught a glimpse of her tail and he looked down fully to admire the shimmering white and red scales, unable to resist. Bolt had to bite his lip to keep his gulp quiet as he felt a set of smooth pearly white scales tug on his neck like a leash. Bolt stood up straighter, his mind telling him the coil was tugging him up slightly. His instincts were confused by the non-existent threat and told him to flap his wings, whilst Bolt himself forbid this so as not to look stupid. Ruby glanced over at Bolt’s shuffling and he gulped, the sound a little familiar to the serpent. The lamia turned to fully face Bolt, her coils shifting and sliding on the carpet, and Bolt felt the coil slithering around his neck do likewise, thickening up like the coils piled under Ruby, sliding away from her tail tip to her wide middle.

Just before Ruby could question Bolt the door opened and Ruby snapped back into position, Bolt gasping. Maybe this wasn’t such a great idea at the moment. Four lamias slithered in a small group, at the front was a rather short lamia with a light pink coloured body and a faded grey mane, her tail pink and grey with white spots around the bottom of her upper scales, just above where her belly scales began. She was wearing a rather elegant royal blue dressing robe that made Bolt think of a mountain spa owner and had a pair of gold rimmed glasses and a dripleaf flower tucked in her mane. Her tail curled back towards a tan brown Earth pony mare in a simple black maid uniform who glanced between the other lamias flushing as she kept her head low, hanging close to her mistress. Bolt glanced over her coils, they were small but seemed to be almost entirely made of fat; clearly this mare enjoyed having almost everything brought to her and the ghostly mental image of her tail looped over Bolt’s head like a heated towel, trying to push his head downward.

Ruby bowed, smiling “Spa business going well?” Ruby asked, politely shaking tail tips.

“Wonderful, we just finished with a recent tour group.” The lamia said as she patted the maid’s head.

Ruby smiled curling her tail around the maid and squeezing her tight so she grunted then sighed “Welcome to my manor.” Ruby said softly and the maid nodded in thanks, unable to speak.

The lamia slid over to Bolt who bowed his head “Welcome, I hope you enjoy the food.” It was much more difficult to push his head back up as the mare nodded and slid towards the dining room, tugging her maid along.

The next lamia slid forward and Bolt couldn’t describe her as anything but huge! The unicorn lamia was just as long as Sunny but her coils were nearly double their thickness, having to compress themselves to fit through the doorway. Ruby hugged the green giant “Good evening Willow.” Ruby said smiling.

“Thank you, tight squeeze as usual, I should lay back on the ponies some time…” Willow said brushing her blue mane out of her face and lowering the black necklace she was wearing to scratch at her neck.

“But they make such good eating.” Ruby commented.

Willow hummed in agreement “Indeed they do, Chilly, as you know, is no stranger to that fact.” Willow said as Chilly followed after Willow through the door, managing to dodge a swinging yellow tail from behind as he joined his Mistress.

“Hello.” Ruby purred and Chilly smiled nervously.

“And you must be Bolt,” She asked him, as his chest was being crushed by a grabby coil just as thick as his body.

“Y-yes.” Bolt wheezed.

“Oh, don’t be frightened, I’m really just a… softie.” Willow cooed curling her tail around Bolt’s face to squeeze it in a massive hug, with Bolt gasping into the coil.

“Willow, don’t make my head chef faint before we even begin.” Ruby said smirking as she greeted Sunny and Celestia again.

Willow retracted her real coil, the hypnotic implanted one tightening as if saddened that it was leaving “Later then,” Willow purred half closing her eyeshadowed eyes before slithering after the first pair.

Bolt couldn’t stand it now, there were too many coils, he was going to collapse… “U-un---ughncuh…”

“Have you been pushing Bolt too hard during the festival?” Sunny asked moving in front of Bolt to greet him, her coils remaining behind her away from Bolt as they coiled a loop around his hind legs, draping atop Willow’s meaty girth.

Bolt’s body began to bow a little from all the bombardment of weight atop him and Sunny glanced at Ruby, who merely winked. “Well, see you soon Bolt.”

The fourth and final of the first small group slithered forward, a steel grey unicorn mare with a blonde mane. She had no pet with her surprisingly as she greeted Ruby, the pair hugging as Bolt felt the petite steel coils curl over his face, as if trying to blindfold him but invisibly.

“Another twenty to come,” Ruby commented as Bolt gave a little nod.

“Oh…kay…” He then gasped “Uhn… cu…”

“Quiet Bolt.” Ruby said and he fell silent as his Mistress grinned.

The next lot of guests arrived alone, in pairs or small groups. Bolt was subject to thin, fat, muscular and soft coils, curling and sliding over his entire body. Bolt wanted to collapse onto the floor, the weight felt like it was causing his back to bend and it took more focus than he could muster to stay presentable. Bolt normally would have been quite shocked at the arrival of a bright leaf green ‘naga’ who had scales covering his body and a cobra-like hood instead of a mane, but Bolt was too busy trying to maintain his breathing to take much notice of the lamia’s army commander.

The last lamia arrived, a green blue mare with a lime green tail covered atop with white markings that looked vaguely like clouds and a long orange mane covering her eyes when it fell forward. Her coils were relatively thin and slithered atop all the others piled over Bolt as the lamia greeted Bolt with a hug.

“Okay, that’s all of them.” Ruby said closing the door as Bolt finally crashed upon the floor wheezing as the coils cinched and tightened further.

“Un…unc-coil…” Bolt gasped, panting in fresh air as he let his head rest against the floor, staring up at Ruby as she smirked “S-sorry…”

“Don’t be, you were enjoying your trigger. What was it, it must be coil related?” Ruby asked.

“W-when I see coils I get wrapped up by a single loop… b-but Willow…” Bolt rested his head.

“Mmmm, a very big lamia indeed, but don’t worry… the next lot of coils will be very much real.” Ruby said curling her tail tip down and around Bolt’s chin, pushing it upward so he looked up at her.

Bolt had suspected correctly, Ruby had oiled her tail, it slipped and slid like butter across a slick surface and felt pleasant as it rubbed into his fur. Bolt gave a little sigh, his breathing not yet steady, as he stood up and followed alongside Ruby. The guests were crowded around the table, Willow was playing some sort of tug of war with Sunny using Chilly, much to the little stallion’s delight as he was stretched out between the two thickest lamias at the party. Ruby slid towards the head of the table beside them and sat down, Bolt seating himself beside her atop her tail which looped over his front legs. At once the crowd of lamias fell silent, snagging their pets they’d brought back into their coils to listen, the only sound the occasional rubbing of coil against coil as grips tightened delightfully.

“Welcome fillies and gentlecolts to my manor. I hope you enjoy the party, the atmosphere and of course; the food.” Ruby clapped her hooves and the waiters appeared from the kitchen doors, answering their Mistress’ summons.

Bolt looked over the starters as they were laid out upon the tables. There were bowls big enough for him to sit in filled with salads, trays of thin meat and fish and fizzing drinks, champagne and cocktails and more. “I have my head chef with me so if you have anything you’d like to say regarding the food as you try it, just… snag his attention,” Ruby said and the lamias chuckled as Bolt flushed nervously. “He loves it tight.” Ruby advised as an after though and Bolt wanted to bury his head as a couple mares hiss-whistled at him, flexing their coils behind them threateningly. Or… invitingly.

As the guests began to pile food onto their plates, a group of Ruby’s staff walked into the room with drums, flutes and violins and began to play. Bolt immediately thought of jungles or arid deserts as the music began in a slow steady tempo, following the flute as a centre piece, and picking up when the drums took over. Bolt could almost imagine groups of lamias around fires dancing and twirling around helpless ponies…

Bolt snapped back to reality when he felt a coil rubbing against his neck, the cool surface catching him unaware but waking him from his stupor. Ruby looked a little put off at being caught but smiled anyway as she munched on piles of sugar topped strawberries in yogurt, humming in thought. Bolt glanced around the party, the other guests were busying themselves with food first, chattering about businesses and the number of ponies they’d enthralled and enlightened. A couple lamias at the back had switched pets and were in the process of hypnotising them, and Bolt’s gaze lingered for a moment on the spectacle before Ruby tugged on his neck.

“You’re not ignoring me, are you?” Ruby asked softly.

“W-what, no! D-did you say something though?” Bolt asked nervously.

“No, I just noticed you letting your gaze linger.” Ruby said and Bolt shuffled on his seat as Ruby rose another coil, draping it along his hind legs and curling up his body.

“M-Mistress?” Bolt asked flicking his gaze between the coil and Ruby.

“Didn’t you want to be coiled, like at the door? Nice… and… tight…?” Ruby cooed slowly as the waiters once again returned.

Bolt sat up, facing the table as the starter plates and half empty bowls were taken away, replaced now with silver trays of meat, sandwiches, soup and more. However, it wasn’t the cooked food that majorly interested the lamias, it was the ponies sat on silver platters, draped in dripleaf and gawking at thin air. Bolt looked at the closest prey and she looked at Bolt, blinking slowly as the lamias began to snag them up, the prey moaning or giggling in delight. It wasn’t long before wheezy gasps and gulping followed, tails and hind legs waving in the air. Ruby looked between the available prey and picked a golden-brown mare, lifting her up and setting her down between her and Bolt, where she continued to merely stare up at Ruby.

The coils curling up Bolt’s legs continued to rise higher and higher up his body, looping around and around until they reached his waist, meaning he couldn’t wander off to avoid watching Ruby eat. But there was also a part that wanted to watch, because Bolt knew the coil curling around his body right now had to be the location of Ruby’s second, digestive stomach, if not a point the mare would have to pass through. Ruby shifted her coils, snapping them haphazardly around her meal as she hoisted it up into the air above her, opening her mouth wide. The mare began to struggle and, if Bolt didn’t know it was her conditioning, it seemed almost believable, save for an eager smile. Ruby lowered the mare down into her mouth, slurping her face in and gulping, Ruby’s coils slithering back away as she pushed her food deeper into her mouth, the mare’s body bending as her face pressed up against Ruby’s throat, the outline of her face visible as it slid down from Ruby’s throat into her pony body and finally began to round out and lose it’s defined features in Ruby’s increasingly thickening tail. Ruby gulped down the mare’s hooves and tail like strands of noodles, grinning at Bolt who watched the mare slip and slid down, curling left and towards him. Bolt felt Ruby’s coils convulsing and shifting, rising and falling beneath him as the mare slid casually along beneath him, moaning as the walls of Ruby’s tail massaged and pampered her like a princess. It was a delightfully pleasant descent to join with her Mistress for eternity.

Bolt leaned back as Ruby’s coils looped over his front legs, pinning them down, rising up his back and forming a thick heavy back rest. It moulded to his form, caressing Bolt’s wings softly. The coils continued to slither along, growing thicker with each passing coil, whereas before the coils sat around Bolt’s upper chest, the increase in girth now had them nestled towards his neck. Bolt watched the mare leave the coils underneath him and twisted around, giving a slight high pitch wail as her body was bent back double. As she slid by her voice quivered through the stomach walls and she climbed upward a little, Ruby’s tail working hard, rubbing back and forth against Bolt before the mare came to a halt across Bolt’s lap, an indistinguishable bulge in Ruby’s tail.

Quiet gurgles sounded from Ruby’s belly as it began to fill with stomach acid and the lamia sighed contently as her coils shifted around, freeing Bolt’s front legs. Bolt lifted his legs up, pawing at the air before placing them on the mare’s confined body, rubbing slowly back and forth, feeling where her legs locked together to her side, and pushing down revealed some facial features, such as her nose and the dips in her eyes and mouth, which was open wide panting.

“Nothing better than pony,” Ruby cooed “She was prepared perfectly, well done.” Bolt nodded, acknowledging the compliment but he remained silent.

Bolt was entirely focused on how easy it was to press into Ruby’s coils, pushing the muscle, fat and scales down and around, caressing and rubbing her wriggling meal. He could also tell where there was liquid as when he rubbed the scales sort of wobbled, like jelly or a semi-solid liquid surface. It felt oddly nice just to let his hooves sink into the comforting embrace of his Mistress.

Bolt looked up, several lamias had already finished devouring their meals, but a few were making games of it, toying with their food. Sunny had one prey holding onto a coil above her mouth as Sunny gulped up her legs, it seemed the prey had to hold as much as possible, but the thick tube wasn’t exactly a suitable rope, not to mention Sunny was able to distort the shape and cause the prey to fall, slipping down helplessly into Sunny’s waiting jaw.

Sunny looked over at Bolt and snapped her lips grinning and he flushed looking down and quickly filling his plate with some food at random, eating slowly so as to avoid the expectation of having to speak.

“Wonderful food,” Sunny said leaning towards Ruby, before glancing at Bolt “Thanks Bolt, it is delightful. It’s nice to see you here.”

Bolt gave a little nod “Glad you’re enjoying yourself.” Sunny grinned as she took a sip of a drink, twirling a mixer, clearly alcoholic then.

“But you seemed tense yourself, why don’t you relax a little?” Sunny suggested taking a drink from a passing tray and sliding it over to him.

“I er… o-okay.” Bolt glanced at Ruby before taking a sip, the lamia grinning as she held the drink up with her tail. Bolt could taste the smooth, strong and lively tang of dripleaf and kept gulping the drink down, far faster than was needed. Bolt was left gasping for air when he was permitted to remove the glass and a second was offered, and there was hardly a flash of hesitation before it was going and gone.

“Now your system and mind are starting to unwind, how has your stay in Canterlot been?” Sunny asked, offering a third glass, though with a straw so Bolt couldn’t gulp it down.

Bolt held his forehead briefly, his head spinning from a mixture of alcohol and dripleaf, spirals and swirls danced in the corners of Bolt’s vision and shutting his eyes made it feel as if the world was twisting around him. The coils around Bolt shifted and turned and he opened his eyes with a low moan. Ruby had slithered around to face Bolt for his answer and her coils were twisting and slithering against his body again, as if trying to wring the answer out of him like water from a damp cloth.

“It… it was scary to start… I was always nervous Mistress Ruby would eat me… n-now… I don’t… don’t care if she does… feels nice…” Bolt gulped as Ruby looped around and tugged on Bolt’s neck and he continued a little more “I… I like it… working here is nice… being played with… feels good…” Ruby smiled and squeezed Bolt as a reward, tightening and pushing his body upward, his hooves rising to his neck, but the tugs were playful and wouldn’t really be able to pry Ruby’s hold away without any true effort, which he wasn’t mustering up.

Sunny smiled. “I’m glad, it’s nice to know you’re enjoying your time here and that Ruby’s had become a little less uptight and a little tighter with her coils instead to compensate.” Ruby smirked, glancing at Sunny as Ruby’s coils gave a grinding rub as they tightened more around Bolt’s throat.

“Uuggghhnnn… Muh… Mistress…!” Bolt moaned and Ruby relaxed her vice grip on Bolt who sighed, panting slightly.

“So what trigger did you choose yesterday?” Bolt’s eyes flickered up then away, embarrassed. “Come on Bolt, there’s no shame.” Sunny insisted.

“I… When I say coil, and see a lamias coils I feel them around my body even if they don’t wrap me up, uncoil stops it.” Bolt added quickly as he was feeling the effects from Sunny’s looping body already.

“Oh… so that’s what was going at the door… did I squeeze tight?” Bolt nodded and Sunny laughed. “You are strange, for somepony who didn’t like being wrapped up, your sure became a coil addict now.” Sunny said and Bolt flushed.

“They feel nice…” He mumbled.

“You don’t need to tell us that, we could tell as we curled and looped around your body, rubbing and caressing, squeezing and tugging as you give little gasps, pleading for air that’s being delightfully denied.” Ruby cooed, pushing her coils in on cue.

Bolt smiled “Y-yeah…” He mumbled and Ruby tugged him closer.

“Pardon?” Ruby asked with a sultry look.

“It… I like being coiled and squeezed.” Bolt admitted and Ruby leaned down, nose touching his and Bolt gasped, getting a whiff of concentrated dripleaf. “Peh…pretty…” Bolt mumbled as his eyes drooped as if mesmerised.

Ruby blinked in surprise then leaned over, pushing Bolt backwards as she leaned atop her previous meal, which moaned quietly. Ruby tilted her head and Bolt felt his lips being touched by Ruby’s, he could taste the drinks on her lips and breath, intoxicating his and her mind. Sunny chuckled as Ruby leaned back.

“Dance with me.” Ruby ordered.

“Okay.” Bolt said panting, as he questioned what was happening right now.

Before this train of thought could be followed, Bolt was on his hooves with coils tugging him along, holding him up. Ruby slid over to a clear space on the floor in front of the band and hoisted Bolt up onto his hind legs. Ruby began to sway her pony body left and right, causing her tail to pitch and sway making the whole length quiver and shake, rubbing over Bolt and her meal. It felt more like Ruby was dancing for Bolt as opposed to Bolt dancing with Ruby, as Bolt merely stood as a sort of anchor for Ruby as she twirled and spun around, her mane flying in fluid, foreign and mystical movements. Bolt just let his gaze follow, it was clearly hypnotic, or perhaps Ruby simply was hypnotic by nature. But, by this point Bolt’s addled mind didn’t care, and allowed Ruby to enjoy herself.

However, as the song began to slow and soothe itself, the flute almost alone save for a low drum beat, Ruby slid in front of Bolt, looping her hooves around his neck and swayed left and right slowly. The lights had dimmed and the glow of the stage lights so the musicians could see their music sheets cast dim shadowy glows over Ruby and her body.

Bolt glanced towards the band then Ruby “I… thought a bit more about the… proposition you made today,” Bolt mumbled and Ruby raised an eyebrow, prompting him to continue “And… I’d… like to stay on…” Bolt finished a little less confidently as he would have liked.

“You still sound nervous.” Ruby commented, leaning closer to whisper.

“W-well… I am still committing myself to serving a lamia with the threat of being a snack cake, even if I won’t be a permeant one.” Bolt whispered, flushing.

“Again… nervous, why…” Ruby leaned up to whisper into Bolt’s ear. “Do you not like it when you slip down my throat and through my tail, smiling broadly without a thought?” Bolt shivered, a static wave of pleasure running along his spine.

“I… yes… yes I like it, a lot.” Bolt admitted and Ruby leaned around.

A tight tug on his neck and Ruby leaned down a second time as Bolt gasped, this time her forked tongue entering Bolt’s mouth. Bolt gasped then moaned as Ruby’s tongue curled and wrapped around his own, flicking against the top and teasing his mouth, Ruby nipping at his lips affectionately. When Ruby broke the kiss, Bolt was flushing deeply.

“I’m going to break you down through your contract and build you how I see fit.” Ruby stated.

“D-dessert…” Bolt mumbled and Ruby glanced back towards the tables, where chocolate fountains and various cakes had been served up. “N-not those… do you… want a pony dessert?” Bolt asked.

Ruby cupped Bolt’s chin, smiling. “I’d love another tasty morsel to have wriggling in my belly, but perhaps off the dance floor?” Ruby suggested.

“I… I thought you’d want to show the others… you own me.” Ruby glanced towards Sunny who was watching the pair, or perhaps just one of them.

Ruby turned back to Bolt, smiling “Well… when you put it like that.” And Bolt noticed a new dim glow on the dance floor.