Cutie Mark Crusaders Snake Fat... Yay?
By Lutro
Scootaloo’s heart pounded in her chest, the panicked filly crashing through foliage and leaving an obvious trail in her wake. Her eyes were wide and breaths short, pausing fast enough to steal a swift glance over her shoulder. “C’mon Apple Bloom, run! Don’t let it eat you too!” Behind the pegasus ran a plump earth pony filly, Apple Bloom doing her best to keep up with the more fit Crusader.

“I’m tryin’ Scootaloo I’m tryin’! Oh, Sweetie Belle, we’ll find a way ta rescue you jus’ hold on!” the fat filly whimpered as the two remaining Crusaders fled, while an ominous slithering kept an invisible pace somewhere behind them. A large green snake chasing the remainder of his meal wasn’t slowed at all by the crying, squirming, pony-shaped bulge just beyond his neck. Both fillies let out a scream as powerful hiss roared out from behind them.

How could a simple campin’ trip go so wrong so fast?

The Cutie Mark Crusaders had made their way into the outer rim of Everfree Forest without a care in the world. The afternoon sun shone brightly above, chasing away any scary shadows or creepy crawling critters that would’ve otherwise threatened the trio’s adventure. Apple Bloom munched away on her third cream-filled chocolate bar, waddling behind her two Crusaders and shouldering a set of saddlebags. Sweetie Belle pronked along while humming a chipper tune, her own saddlebags jostling every which way. Scootaloo scouted the way forward to find the ideal spot to spend the afternoon. It didn’t take long to find a suitable spot, near some fresh flowing water and largely cleared of trees and other obstacles.

The three worked together to set up camp and gather firewood, taking 30 minutes to finally settle down. Satisfied at their hard work and ready to enjoy the day, they shared snacks among each other and sang silly songs. The fillies were so into their merry time that they failed to account for a lengthy serpent spying down from the branches above in a nearby tree, scoping out the gullible foals. They were youthful. They were plump. They looked and smelled scrumptious to the serpent. And their self-induced distractions left the snake free to slither around a tree trunk to the ground and approach from behind. The three fillies sat side by side around the small fire, flank to flank to flank, chomping down on s’mores between verses, tails flicking along of their own accord. The snake had a hard time choosing which one to eat first! The cream-colored one, smelling of apples and chocolate, was definitely the thickest of the three, from body down to the luscious cheeks scrunched against the ground. The winged one was the skinniest but still had enough chub to satisfy the serpent, sporting a zesty scent that enticed the serpent’s tongue. But in the end, the snake decided to devour the pointy-headed pony first. It would be the hardest to work down with that horn, he supposed, but she wasn’t quite as skinny as the winged filly: Sweetie sported a pleasantly-plump pair of buttcheeks to devour as well, and would serve as a good start to his lunch.

With his mind made up, the snake had loomed over the Crusaders’ heads. The afternoon sun cast no shadows and the snake was dead silent, maw agape, leaving the fillies clueless to his presence. Apple Bloom, Scootaloo, and Sweetie Belle sang and chowed down on their snacks without stopping, and that would’ve been more than enough for the serpent to snag a filly and trap the others without incident… had Sweetie not decided to hit that high note. The song they sang built to a crescendo, and Sweetie tilted her head up to hit that final note. Her eyes were wide open when her head tilted skyward, bright smile and wide mouth suddenly staring up at a hungry, dripping snake maw. The last musical note died on her lips, smile falling into an open-mouthed frown. The snake saw the jig was up, and thrust his head down like the crack of a whip. The dead note morphed into a petrifying shriek as the snake struck, Sweetie Belle devoured up to her middle in the blink of an eye. CHOMP! Reptilian jaws sealed around her slightly-pudgy belly, forehooves, head, and chest stuck entirely in the maw.

Scootaloo and Apple Bloom let out a simultaneous cry of anguish when the snake head had replaced the spot between them that Sweetie sat an instant ago. In truth, Sweetie Belle was still sat between them, as her chubby butt was still squashed against the ground. Though from the waist up, Sweetie Belle was gone, a drooling quivering set of serpent jaws squeezing and tasting the unicorn in her place. Before the other two could calm down the snake’s head pulled up, taking Sweetie with him, head going horizontal. The other two fillies watched in horror as Sweetie Belle’s hind legs quivered and kicked, tail dangling downward and flicking, as the snake tasted and took small swallows. Their eyes tracked the growing bulge in his neck, which grew much quicker when the snake flicked his head up and opened his jaws, tossing Sweetie Belle’s rear into his maw and clamped again. A second head flick and most of the little unicorn was gone, save a tip of her curled tail. “Sweetie Belle!!!” Apple Bloom cried as the tail slurped in, drizzling bits of drool over the fat farmpony. Then, not a minute after striking, the snake ate Sweetie Belle alive, a powerful GLK ringing in Apple Bloom’s and Scootaloo’s ears as they watched their best friend get swallowed whole. A thick, squirming bulge sank into the snake’s neck as the serpent stared down at the remaining duo, smacking his lips of the sweet flavor, caught in a momentary lapse of concentration with having ingested the first part of its meal.

Scootaloo stared between smacking snake lips, no longer containing Sweetie Belle, empty and clearly wanting to be filled again. “RUN!” she cried, snapping Apple Bloom out of her own reverie. The remaining fillies had taken off at that point, the snake uttering a growl as the rest of his lunch attempted to flee. Apple Bloom slid under the flicking snake’s tail and chased after Scootaloo.

They’d been on the run nearly nonstop for a while since then, though the thick Everfree Forest made the escape tough for the two ponies. They were panting, sweating, lamenting the loss of their friend, barely holding onto hope that they could somehow rescue Sweetie Belle. But as of that moment, their fellow Crusader was nothing more than a squirming bulge in the snake’s body, reduced to snake food. “Scootaloo… wait up!” the plump earth pony called as Scootaloo started peeling away. All those luxurious snack foods she’d chowed down on before they’d set up camp were catching up to her, her jog more of a waddling jostle at this point. Scootaloo turned and waited, tail twitching as she watched for the snake behind them.

“C’mon Apple Bloom, hurry! We have to get… whichever way we’re going! Hopefully out of the forest!” The filly sat a moment to catch her breath, Apple Bloom staying on all fours but skidding to a stop in front of her, lowering her head to pant. “Let’s just wait a second and get our bearings okay? Keep your eyes open for that monster! Now which way is east?” The pegasus looked side to side, then squinted up to the sky through the trees to try and get his bearings. “Do you know which way to go, Apple Bloom? Apple Bloom…? Why are you staring at me like that?”

But Apple Bloom wasn’t staring at Scootaloo. She was staring behind her, eyes bulging from her head. She took a step back, pointed a shaky hoof, and stammered, “S-Scootaloo… s-s-snake!” The pegasus’ eyes went equally wide and she sprung to her hooves, turning to stare straight ahead… at a quivering, unicorn-shaped bulge in a scaly body. A long, viscous drip of slobber dropped over her snout. Apple Bloom cried out as the snake’s tail slipped around her back legs and pressed against her butt, thrusting her forward into Scootaloo. The pegasus filly yelped and lost her balance when her friend barreled into her, squishing into Sweetie Belle’s bulge, the unicorn letting out a whimpering, muffled cry as the snake stomach suddenly squelched around her. The remaining two fillies swore they heard a chuckle from the snake, the serpent again craning his jaws wide open and blotting out whatever light shone through the trees. Scootaloo’s chin was pressed to the snake’s underbelly, staring straight up at the yawning maw and the pink pulsating gullet beyond. The mouth grew in her sight as the snake struck downward, a panicked squeal dying mid-yell as the pegasus filly was snapped up. Apple Bloom’s snout brushed against the snake’s head when it flew down, and saw her friend vanish into the dripping snake jaws, all the way down to her tail. SCHLRRR-GLP! “Scootaloo! No!!” Apple Bloom tried to pry away but the snake tail kept her pushed to those jaws, forcing her to hear every slimy squelch as the tongue slid around her friend, every slurp and taste, every sound of the jaws working open and closed around Scootaloo to fully bask in the pegasus’ flavor.

“Hrrrmph! HRRRRMMMMPH!” Scootaloo cried incoherently, her head already jammed down the throat and stretching it out. The tips of her hindhooves and purple tail twitched out the jaws, the rest of her already crammed inward and swallowed, or parked on the tongue, leaving Apple Bloom nothing to grasp onto to try and save the pegasus. The snake growled in pleasure as he lifted his head, hovering it an inch in front of the farmpony. Apple Bloom whimpered seeing her friend get eaten, snake jaws smacking open and closed and tossing the orange pony’s rump and hinds all over the maw. Then before Apple Bloom could protest, the rest of Scootaloo slipped between wet lips, snake eyes boring down into hers. The snake enjoyed every panicked reaction from Apple Bloom, both from eating her other pony friends, and from squeezing the tip of his tail against the apple pony’s chubby, plush buttcheeks. He felt every cringe and drooled more at the sight, feel, and touch of the apple filly, with the pegasus adding plenty of flavor to the mix as well. Scootaloo cried out from the throat as she sank further, each lurching gulp dragging more of her into the bulging snake’s neck. Then without warning her journey became a nonstop slide, Apple Bloom crying out in despair when the snake clenched his eyes shut and gulped Scootaloo down. GLNK!

“D-don’t eat them! No!” Apple Bloom shouted too late, watching the twitching pegasus filly bulge sink down the snake’s body in violent pulses. Fearful eyes tracked down to the deeper bulge, Apple Bloom still hearing cries from Sweetie Belle as the first devoured filly was much further along. Her attention was ripped from her two friends, however, when the snake’s tail began wrapping itself more conclusively around the fattest of the three fillies. Apple Bloom’s voice was seized in her throat, the serpent’s snout touching hers as the tongue flecked out and licked over her muzzle, tasting the filly that still sported chocolate stains on her lips. The additional sweetness led the snake to drool copiously, opening its jaws a little and coating the filly in the slimy heated slobber, making Apple Bloom cough and sputter and try to wipe her face clean. Though at that moment, she had but one foreleg free, the other three ensnared in the snake’s coils. Wrapped up tight, she could feel the descent of Scootaloo as she slowly squeezed around the coils that trapped the final pony. Apple Bloom shivered, feeling every squirm and protest Scootaloo exuded, until she too descended beyond what the snake had deigned to wrap Apple Bloom up in. Apple Bloom beat uselessly against the snake’s body with a free foreleg, and thrashed her head back and forth, all while the snake playfully squeezed to the paunch that was the yellow filly’s belly, and her plump, candy-engorged rump.

“L-Let my friends go, ya’ overgrown v-vine!” she managed to stutter, sweating from the long chase and panting short, quick breaths. Any bravado she worked up slipped away when the snake hissed with jaws spread open. The hiss morphed into a belch that buffeted Apple Bloom with stale air, drool, and bits of fur and hair from her friends. The serpent closed its maw and smiled down at the largest, tastiest part of the meal still yet to come, coils shifting and squeezing around the quivering chubby filly. He licked up and around her neck, slathering her muzzle in drool as well, matting down fur as Apple Bloom was licked like a lollipop. 

The filly grunted in protest but her eyes betrayed her fear. Two of her friends were so easily swallowed whole, and Apple Bloom looked like there was nothing she could do to stop herself from suffering the same fate! “P-please mister snake… l-let mah friends go! D-don’t… d-digest them… a-an’…” She paused and gasped. “D-don’t eat meeeee!” That last word stretched out long, Apple Bloom’s fear spiking when the snake’s jaws opened again, wider than before. So wide she heard the jaws pop, having a plain view of every bit of pink in those jaws, glistening with saliva, all active to make a meal of the earth pony. With the serpent’s eyes shut, he pressed against Apple Bloom’s doughy, furry rear with his tail, guiding her snout-first into the awaiting jaws. “No! No don’t! Don’t eat me! Don’t ea–  Mmphrrph!!!” Apple Bloom’s chin slid along the thick snake tongue, her eyes wide as dinner plates when her head crossed the jaws and kept going. That final cry muffled into an inaudible mess when the widened maw squelched closed around her. Reptilian lips sealed around the fat filly’s barrel, her forelegs against her sides with hooves poking past the lips, chubby belly bunched up by the snake’s chin, and wide filly rear left to soak in the last afternoon sunlight they would ever see as Apple Bloom began getting eaten alive.

The serpent’s educated guess was immediately validated when he squeezed and sloshed the earth pony about in his jaws: Apple Bloom was by far the juiciest, tastiest of the three ponies he sought out to eat that day. The slick snake lips gummed around the pony’s middle, his tongue sliding all over the gagging filly’s muzzle and cheeks. Apple Bloom cried out muffled against the tongue each time the jaws clenched, her fat pudgy body malleable and filled with flavor. Her muzzle was guided into the pulsating mass of flesh that was the gullet next, tongue coiling around her neck and giving a tug. Her eyes widened in the darkness, Apple Bloom squealing when she curved into the throat and had her head swallowed down. GULP! Her head bulged out the serpent’s neck, the pony’s muzzle and bow stretched against the skin and visible as it began sinking down. The noisy swallow was followed up by loud, lewd slurps, the snake tongue poking past her chest to taste her pudgy paunch of a belly, which just slipped into the jaws. The serpent lifted his head up some, the dangling hindlegs of the filly motoring uselessly, making the still-protruding butt jostle and jiggle about.

Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle moaned in despair, the snake’s belly quietly grumbling around them. They knew all hope was lost when they could hear the faint squeals of Apple Bloom echoing down the throat into the stomach, along with the lurching swallows and squelching slurps the snake made to enjoy and eat the fattened farmpony. While they cried out inaudibly to their earth pony friend, Apple Bloom was presently concerned only with herself. She groaned and kicked futilely, the snake tongue pressing deep into her belly fur to let the chubby thing fold around it. She heard the snake purr about her when he swallowed again, head tipping up to let her slide an inch or two further inward, Apple Bloom’s shoulders jammed into the throat next. Rivulets of drool soaked into the fat filly’s fur, leaking out past snake lips and into the crevice of her rump and down her hindlegs. Each kick sent flecks of saliva spilling about the forest floor as the snake ate Apple Bloom, taking his time and reveling in her taste. The serpent’s eyes focused in on the plump butt still protruding from his jaws, producing more drool and leaving Apple Bloom positively soaked.

Like with Sweetie Belle, the hungry serpent tossed his head up and back and craned his jaws open as far as they could to continue devouring the plump earth pony filly. Apple Bloom squealed when she felt her body tossed about so callously, and grimaced as another lurching swallow pulled more of her down. But this she felt something else, gasping as she her legs and tail were tugged inward: Her flailing legs, in an effort to push against the snake, ended up cramming into the widened serpent jaws and under her plump belly. Her tail was twitching and flailing of its own accord, and ended up slipping up past her flanks and laid against the top of her back, pinned against fur and jaw now, with the dock straining upward and into the serpent’s mouth. With that, the snake’s jaws slammed shut again, latched around the protruding apple butt. Half of Apple Bloom’s cutie mark was visible, along with the knees of her hindlegs, and her plump rumpcheeks. Those cheeks tensed and shifted as Apple Bloom struggled, having no more limbs to fight with and down to her last pathetic hope. The snake smiled around his fat meal, tongue slipping out between the legs and pressing into the plush, delicious apple cheeks. The filly groaned aloud as saliva was slathered over each one in turn, cooling against the afternoon air and leaving fur matted every which way. But her worries returned to the rest of her when the snake swallowed again, the loud GLRK sounding out as more of the filly sank into the maw of the snake, his jaws nearly able to close around the protruding Crusader’s butt. 

Apple Bloom tried to maneuver her forelegs ahead of her, but they were stuck good to her sides, every inch of the gullet refusing to let her reposition herself. She was stuck nosediving deeper into the serpent belly, all while the snake got to fully enjoy her succulent flavors. The serpent gummed around the filly’s backside for some time, before finally slithering his tongue up and folding into the crevice, taste buds assaulted on all sides by plump filly flavor. The serpent drooled freely and rolled his eyes, pushing hard with his tongue and squeezing more of Apple Bloom inward, lips sealing shut as he brought his head back down to be horizontal. His cheeks bulged out with Apple Bloom’s rear and flanks taking up all the space in his jaws, the serpent spending one last moment letting her flavor marinate.

Apple Bloom felt pressure building as the tongue pushed again, sending the rest of her into the throat. The snake clenched his jaws hard and swallowed the squealing filly whole, a slimy thick GLURK signaling the end of the serpent’s great meal, all three of the Crusaders fully devoured. The plump earth pony bulge sank as rapidly as the previous two, slurching along to the tune of Apple Bloom’s frightened cries. The snake responded by patting said bulge with his tail and licking his lips loudly, the forest floor practically drenched with drool at this point. He could feel every little struggle from his prey, the long belly of the serpent finally satisfied.

The serpent licked his lips for a few moments, then paused to utter a small belch as he slowly made his way back to the tree he called home. The three fillies cried out various forms of pleading, begging, and calling out to ones’ friends, all ignored by the satisfied snake. The belly of the snake gripped to the three tightly, all three stuck in the pitch black depths of the serpent’s innards. They pushed and struggled, but the walls would give and bend but not break. Various bulges of hooves, wings, or horn could be seen at various points as the Crusaders struggled in the snake’s gut, all three feeling the belly drag along the ground of Everfree. After what felt like an eternity, Apple Bloom urked when gravity shifted. Scootaloo then Sweetie Belle followed, the snake now wrapping around the large trunk of the tree to climb up to his favorite branch. Sweetie in particular let out a loud squeal of despair and agony as juices began seeping into her fur, the unicorn filly in the belly longer than the other two. With the snake body pressing against bark, she and the others felt further compacted. Apple Bloom was left with the least amount of room, her form being chubbier than the others, and barely had room to struggle. The trio did feel a bit of relief when the world swiveled horizontal again, though they were swaying around the branch and growing dizzy in the darkness.

The serpent with a belly full of pudgy ponies came to a rest finally. His tail was flicking against the trunk of the tree, and his middle dangled in three places around the branch he encircled. Each section contained a plump, squirming Crusader, their bulges quite apparent. The serpent’s head floated in the air with his body anchored securely, eyeing over his most satisfying meal and slowly licking his lips.

Now at rest, the snake’s body began to digest the devoured fillies properly. GURRGLE. Sweetie Belle let out a cry, hooves stuck protruding out as a series of bulges against the lower belly of the snake. GLORP! Scootaloo shrieked and reached up and out of the gathering pile of stomach acids, feeling feathers flitting off her wings every second among the digestive fluid. CHURN. Apple Bloom’s pudgy butt stuck out the most in the underbelly, the stilled outline of the fat filly’s face etched in the snake stomach as the belly walls lurched around her, gripping her tight to rub the fluids into her.

The afternoon wore on with the snake digesting the pudgy fillies slowly but surely. The Crusaders struggled all they could, but ultimately were doomed to be nothing but food for one of the many creatures of Everfree. The serpent surveyed the various bulges as they squirmed and stretched and fought, though as time ticked away the ponies grew quieter, and the belly noises grew louder. One by one the ponies went still, with Scootaloo hanging limp first among the glurps and glurrrns of the snake belly. Sweetie Belle passed out next, the well-worn filly awash in the stinging fluids. Apple Bloom was the last, falling unconscious with her mouth agape and plump buttcheeks straining against the body of the snake. The serpent watched the bulges shift and churn, distort and bubble away, distinct pony shapes quivering and shaping into smoother, bulges. He’d poke one with his tail now and again, finding them firm at first, then easily slursh’d when poked subsequent times. Hours ticked away, the snake dozing in and out of a nap, resting his head on Scootaloo’s bulge, hearing all the fillies work their way down…

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It was dawn, the sun barely peeking over the horizon and Everfree still dark, when the serpent awoke. His loud middle was quiet now, body still posed as it was the day before, the very lengthy process of digestion nearly wrapped up. The three large filly bulges had congealed overnight and were all gathered near what was Sweetie Belle’s location. Though the combined mass was nothing near the size of the three ponies from the day before, and the gut still churned diligently away quietly. The serpent licked his lips again, then paused, before yawning wide and spewing out a long, rumbling belch. Feathers, splotches of fur, and even the remnants of a pink bow expelled along with saliva to drizzle the forest floor below. The snake smacked his lips at the final reminder of what a pleasant meal the Cutie Mark Crusaders had brought to him, before going back to sleep. It would be quite a while before the well-fed snake would have to hunt again.