> Fluttershy's Fetish
>  by Ink Ribbon - Vraddock
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> Fluttershy's Fetish
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Fluttershy had known about it for a while. Honestly, she was surprised she hadn't realized it before; she wanted to be eaten. Swallowed, digested, everything.

The first time she'd even gotten an inkling, of course, was when she was feeding a garden snake that had scared Twilight. Some meany pony had kept him as a pet, and released him when he got too big. After bringing the snake back to her cottage, she'd pondered what to feed him—after all, she didn't usually take care of predators, they could be trusted to hunt a fair distance away on their own—but eventually recalled that one of the mice had died an hour before.

She'd carried the little hoofkerchief, with it's load of dead mouse, to the snake, who ate it after only a little hesitation. She knew snakes didn't usually eat dead food, but it had likely understood what she was trying to do. And it was fascinating...

The snake had simply begun to envelop the mouse, taking the entire front half into it's mouth, before swallowing, over and over. She watched the little bulge travel down the snake until it stopped, halfway through. At first she'd wanted to check if it was choking, but he seemed fine. And so, with a sort of morbid curiosity, she watched for hours, taking breaks to eat her own pony food and use the bathroom. She'd kept the snake company during the night, bringing out a candle and reading to it, as the bulge in it's midsection slowly shrank.

And at some point, she began to fantasize about that bulge having been her.

When the bulge had finally shrunk, and was flush with the rest of the snake, she'd helped him outside. Eschewing any privacy for a little bit, she watched him curl up and squeeze out a small, brown log. It was no larger than a couple of pencils laid side-by-side, and when she stepped closer for a better look, she realized that a small white edge protruding from the end was none other than the dead mouse's skull. She put a pair of hoof-gloves on and placed it in a bucket, slowly rinsing the bones off until they were the only things left.

A few were missing, but by the end, she had a nearly-complete mouse skeleton that had gone through the snake's digestive system. And then, she realized just how morbid what she was doing was; after all, she had known this mouse! It had a cute little brown patch of fur just behind it's ear! And she was reassembling it's corpse?

She put the bones in a small box Applejack had left behind after she ran out of nails, and shoved the box deep into her closet, trying to tell herself what she had done was wrong. Yet, nearly every night since, her eyes wandered away from the snake, or from Angel Bunny (the two understandably kept their distance from each other) over to the closet, and to the tiny box of bones. And when she fell asleep, all she could dream about was how the mouse must have felt, were it alive when it was being digested, and her pink mane boiling away, and her wings shriveling, all to become nutrients for the snake, so it could live. And inevitably, whatever was left of her, whether bones or fur or hooves, being found in a pile of snake poo the next week.

Every time, she woke up to find that she had enjoyed the dream quite a lot, and her sheets needed washing.

She thought about all the time, even after the snake had grown healthy and left, when she was with Rarity at the Spa or helping Applejack with whatever wildlife had invaded that week. But she never told them. They'd think she was a crazy pony.

"What's that, Darling? You want to be what?"

"Ya'll gone funny in the head, 'Shy? Commitin' suicide by snake?"

No. This was her little secret. She'd take this to her grave, if need be. And it seemed like she would end up doing just that, as the thoughts just kept coming back. Every spare second her mind could wander, it was right at the forefront. What animal to do it with, whether she'd leave a note, what that note would say... And over the course of three months, she worked out nearly every detail. 

She wouldn’t tell anypony else. She wouldn’t even leave a note. She would go out into the Everfree, and find the biggest snake she possibly could. It would be easy to convince it in the favour of a free meal. If it wasn’t big enough to swallow her, then she’d go to Zecora’s, and get a potion that could make the snake larger. She didn’t want to get a potion that would make her smaller, only to have it wear off because she was digesting, and hurt the snake. One that would affect the snake would be much better.

Then she would take it with her into her secret basement, with all her knitting, and leave a way out just large enough for the snake after it had finished digesting her. She would take a large dead pig down with her and the snake as well, which would be the excuse. To the casual observer, it would appear as though she had meant to feed the pig to the snake, but it had gotten her instead. A simple accident.

Just part of the circle of life.

But this was getting complex, now. She would need a preservation spell for the pig, so it wouldn’t begin to putrefy and lead her friends to the hidden basement before she’d been digested. She wanted to enjoy the sensations of dissolving, of becoming food and nutrients, so she’d need another spell that supplied her with oxygen, and kept the heart, lungs and brain safe, at least until everything else was gone.

One of Applejack’s pigs, Curly, had been sick as of late. He was an old pig, and wasn’t likely to recover, so asking Applejack if she could take care of it away from Apple Bloom had easily resulted in her getting the decoy she needed. He was still alive at the moment, but he didn’t have long, so Fluttershy needed to act quickly.

And before she realized she was this resigned to it, she found herself scheduling a day out in the Everfree, to find a snake. As she stepped out the door of her cottage, she decided, with a certain finality, that this would be how she wanted to die. She wanted to feed herself to a snake, and enjoy the trip all the way to the waste-pile.



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Finding a snake was harder than she thought it would be. She fluttered between the trees, just below the jungle’s canopy (the “Forest” in “Everfree Forest” had always been a bit of a misnomer), searching for a large snake with eyes trained by years of searching for injured animals and her own Pegasus eagle-eyes. And she still couldn’t find anything.

Disheartened that it had gone wrong this quickly, she gently alighted on a vine-covered tree branch, and sat down to ponder what she was doing. She couldn’t go to Zecora’s now; the Zebra would need to see the snake, for its exact weight and length, to get the dosage right. She might be able to go to Twilight’s library, but now that she thought about it, the adorkable bookworm would probably want to know why Fluttershy had taken up a sudden interest in hostile-environment spells.

As she pondered what to use for an excuse, something snagged her hoof, causing her to look up. Quick as a flash, a large vine—no, not a vine, she realized with a jolt, a snake!—dropped in front of her, wrapped itself around her midsection and squeezed. Fluttershy gasped for air she couldn’t get, her lungs unable to expand when they were being crushed.

She began to cough, trying instinctively to get air, and a thought crawled across her mind. Is this snake going to eat me right now? It would certainly make things easier on her, though this far into the jungle, it was practically a guarantee that her remains would never be found, by pony or animal alike, and she wanted her friends to at least have those. With the smallest bit of air, the only air she could get, she squeaked out a barely-audible, “Please… stop…”

With a hiss, her captor wrapped itself around her neck, it’s front end coming to a stop just before her own face. Fluttershy tried again, desperately before it began to choke her to death outright. That wasn’t how she wanted to go. “I’ll… feed.. you.. myself… later…”

This wasn’t enough. With a squeeze, Fluttershy’s air was completely cut off. Her eyes bulged out of her head as spots began appearing in her vision.
And yet… The snake was smart enough to realize something. It couldn’t possibly fit this yellow pegasus into it’s mouth. Fluttershy caught the look in the Anaconda’s eyes, and using the last of her clean oxygen in one fell swoop, hit the snake as hard as she could with the stare.

The coils released, and slowly enough that the wheezing Fluttershy simply slumped backwards onto them, hanging high above the jungle floor. “Thank… you…” she rattled out, her lungs still seizing up spastically. The snake returned to it’s previous position on the branch, sunning itself and watching for any other prey.

After a minute or two of gasping, and breathing as deeply and slowly as she possibly could, Fluttershy felt slightly better about having oxygen. That spell she wanted from Twilight was a must now. She could never live with herself if she used up all the oxygen in the belly and passed out before even beginning to digest.

As an uncomfortable-feeling pins-and-needles returned to her hooves, she began to feel the snake’s back, lying against it as she was. This was an old snake among snakes, at least eight years old. The scales were nearly as large as her hoof, and speckled with dark green to help it blend in with the jungle around it. A Green Anaconda, one of the largest reptiles known to ponies. She took a wild guess, that it was female, and spoke. “Er… hello? Ms. Anaconda?”

Lethargically, the snake turned it’s head to look at Fluttershy, and her forked tongue flicked out. To any other pony, this would’ve seemed random, but Fluttershy saw it as it was: more-or-less how a snake said, “You have my attention.”

Fluttershy smiled. “Oh, good! Er, no hard feelings about trying to eat me, I know it’s just instinct… In fact, that’s sort of why I’m out here.”
Another flick of the tongue. The Snake was listening.

“See, I have this thing, and I’ve been planning this out for a while, and I kind of need a snake, but I don’t know any snakes large enough to do it, and…” She shivered against the Anaconda’s cool scales, and she sped up as she admitted her fetish to another living creature for the first time. “wouldyoupleaseeatme?”

The Anaconda’s tongue flicked out once more, tilting her head. Looking again at Fluttershy, it opened it’s mouth, to show the silly pony she couldn’t possibly fit. This had the exact opposite effect, however.

Fluttershy watched as the snake opened it’s jaws, and found herself staring dreamily at the back of it’s mouth, imagining how smooth it must feel, to slide down that wet, soft, throat… Pressing, and hugging so close, over her entire body…

The Anaconda gave a shake beneath her, which startled Fluttershy out of her fantasy. Glancing down, she blushed—she’d left a trail of her own juices on the large reptile’s scaley body. “Uhm! Sorry, I… That just… happens. Sorry.”

If her words meant anything to the Anaconda, it didn’t show it. She just returned to her branch, lying down and waiting for smaller prey to show up.
Fluttershy quickly realised she was losing the Anaconda’s interest. “Please? It’ll be a free meal. You don’t have to do anything, I have it all set up, sort of, I’ll just lay still if you’d prefer, I won’t even make a peep…” She leaned lower, trying to get her head just a hair closer to the Snake’s mouth (After all, what was it going to do? Eat her?) and added, pleading, “I have a friend, she can make growth potions, that’s how I’ll fit. Please? You’ll get bigger, and stronger, and you’ll be able to hunt even bigger prey, please…”

Something in the creature’s reptilian brain clicked. Stronger, Bigger prey. That did sound good. Almost as good as a free meal. Turning back to the yellow pegasus, it hissed quietly, in agreement.

That was all Fluttershy needed.

“Woohoo!” Leaping into the air, she did a happy loop-the-loop between the branches of the tree, before catching herself, and landing back on the snake’s coils with a sheepish, “Sorry. I hope I didn’t scare any prey off.”

Glancing around, she added, “I know this is already kind of a bother, but would you mind coming back to Zecora’s hut with me? She needs to get your measurements, and-” The snake twitched her coils, and Fluttershy was bounced back into the air. “Oh… Okay. Then… Can you meet me at Ponyville at least?”

The Anaconda’s tongue flicked out one final time, before it looked up, and located a trail of smoke from one of Ponyville’s chimneys only a few miles away. Then it settled in for a nap.

Fluttershy quickly found an actual vine, about her height, and used that to measure the Anaconda. Six metres, give or take. Maybe sixty kilograms. With that in mind, she fluttered up above the canopy once more, and spotted Zecora’s distinctive-looking tree poking out above the rest. Vine in hand, and fluid still leaking down her hinds, she set a beeline towards the next step in her plan.



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Zecora had set up shop outside today, with a makeshift campfire heating her cauldron in the centre of her clearing. Her hut’s windows had all been opened, and a thick pea-green fog flowed in wisps out of her doorway and the aforementioned windows. The Zebra herself stood by the fire, watching an orange soup bubble in the cauldron, and stirring it occasionally with a long, curled staff. As Fluttershy slowed down to land, she heard Zecora faintly muttering.

"Kumi na mbili ya makonzi ya usiku jicho unga, kuchochea counter-clockwise, tafadhali kazi wakati huu, mimi hawana haja ya --vukiza clearing yangu pia ..."

“Zecora?”

“Please hold back, dear Fluttershy. If I get this wrong again, I could well cry.”

The pegasus nodded, glancing around the clearing. The rest of the forest always unnerved her, but this place was like an oasis. All the power the forest had ended at the edges of the clearing, just as the vegetation did. What was more, it hadn’t been trimmed, or even cut in any way Fluttershy could recognize. It was as it had simply stopped growing in this direction, spreading any other way than this. Whether out of respect or fear, Fluttershy didn’t know.

“Na ... Kutolewa!” There was a sound like a pillow full of goose feathers exploding, and a blue cloud of smoke exploded upwards, right into Zecora’s face.

Fluttershy jumped, ready to leap into the cloud and help her, but the coughing quickly subsided as Zecora trotted out of the cloud, which quickly began dispersing into the air above. "Mafanikio! Ni kosa! Na ... Oh. Kwamba inaonekana ... ajabu."

“Zecora? What happened? Did you mean to do that?”

The Zebra looked at her, blinked, and then continued blinking. “That was the desired effect, one with fur of yellow, but I must admit I did not expect such a bellow.”

Fluttershy tilted her head. “Is… is something wrong? Did it get in your eyes?”

Zecora nodded, closing them and rubbing the spot with a hoof. “The concoction used Night Eye powder in great amounts. In night vision I can see, but to see is what counts.”

“Will you be alright?”

With a smile, Zecora put a hoof on Fluttershy’s shoulder, but her irises seemed silvery when she opened her eyes. “It shall pass, like all of Discord’s little tricks. Of his jokes, nothing will ever stick.”

Stepping away, she continued. “So, Fluttershy, I assume this is not a courtesy call? Has Applejack once again become small?”

“No, not that. I, um... “ Of all the parts not to think through... She grinned unconvincingly. “A snake showed up at my door, and looked hungry, but anything I can feed it is too big. So, I was hoping you would know a potion that can make something bigger, because if I shrink the food, the potion might wear off inside the snake.”

Zecora tilted her head. “But what if the potion it would take were to wear off, making small once more the snake?”

“Well, that’s why it needs to be a permanent potion, or at least one that lasts a very long time. Do you know of anything like that?”

Zecora shrugged, and turned back to her house, covering her nose with one hoof and swinging her other to try and dissipate the fog faster. In moments, she had disappeared, and her voice, accompanied by the rattling of various bottles, echoed back out. “What is the snake’s length? I do not want to misjudge the potion’s strength.”

“Around six metres.”

The rattling paused, and Zecora poked her head out of a window. “A snake of twenty hooves long is not long enough to eat its meal? What are you feeding it, little one, Ursa Major veal?” Her head disappeared back inside the window as Fluttershy looked at her hooves. A few more rattles later, Zecora returned from the fog, holding aloft a patterned clay jug, corked.

Fluttershy tried to smile at her again. “Thank you Zecora, you have no idea how much this means-”

“A moment, Fluttershy, what do you mean to feed this snake, I must ask? Answer, and truthfully, or you shall not get this flask.”

Fluttershy looked at Zecora. Another lie made it halfway out, but Fluttershy choked it off before it left. With a resigned sigh, she slumped, sitting down on the flattened dirt of the clearing.

“Me.”

Zecora blinked. “Repeat that last word, my dear? You are so quiet, sometimes your words do not reach my ear.”

Fluttershy sobbed.”I wanna… I wanna get… get eaten, by… by a snake…” It was out there, now, in the open. Another pony knew, and she would tell others, and they would find her, and laugh at her-

“You wish to be a sacrifice to Ayida-Weddo? Is this truly so?”

It was Fluttershy’s turn to blink, wiping the tears from her eyes. “You… What?”

Zecora laughed, a boisterous sound, and wrapped a hoof around Fluttershy. “I have seen many Zebra, and many have told me tales of Ayida-Weddo, the snake-goddess of fertility, fire, water, even your Equestrian Rainbows! And they told me to be a sacrifice to one of her incarnations, was the highest honour the gods could bestow!”

Fluttershy was so happy, she could nearly cry again, for the complete opposite reason as before. “You’re… You’re not disgusted? Or confused? Or anything like that?”

Shaking her head, and rocking Fluttershy back and forth, Zecora continued. “Of course not! It is your wish, yellow one, and it is a grand, final sendoff!” She pointed a hoof in the general direction of Ponyville. “Will you do it in the square, so that all may be honoured to see your final, grand sacrifice? Would you like my aide, to borrow some of my spice?”

Fluttershy began shrinking back. “Er… No… I was… I was just going to do it in a hidden place. My friends would think I’m crazy.”

“Hmmph!” Zecora snorted. “If it is your wish to be tribute, then it is your friends who are crazy, not you.”

Fluttershy gently pulled herself out of Zecora’s frip, and motioned towards the clay jug. “Look, I appreciate your support, but nopony else is going to understand. Not really. Can I just have the potion? Then I’ll be out of sight, out of mind-”

“And out of body too, should your tribute go through.” Zecora added, grinning. “Very well. If it is your friend’s rebuke you fear, then to do it in secret shall be fine. Here!” Just like that, the jug was in Fluttershy’s hooves.

“Um… Wow… Thank you, Zecora, thank you so much…” A thought crossed her mind. “Uhm… They’re going to know I got this jug from you… Please don’t tell them what I said. It would hurt them so badly…”

The Zebra sighed. “You will not even grant them the knowledge that you met your fate as you decreed, to be a tribute as snake feed?”

Fluttershy just looked down at the jug. “Please.”

With a hum, Zecora nodded. “Be it your wish, it shall not leave my mouth, no matter how deep they fish. But you must promise me something as well, before you leave your Equestrian shell.”

“Yes?”

Zecora hugged her again. “Do not leave your friends behind, left to wander this earth blind. You clearly wish them the best; watch over them, in life and in rest.”

Fluttershy smiled happily, and returned the hug. “I will, Zecora. I promise.”



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The jug was stashed quickly in Fluttershy’s knitting room, and the secret entrance resealed. The Anaconda had not gotten here yet, so that only left the hardest part of the whole ordeal; figuring out how to get Twilight (Or some other Unicorn) to cast such a specific spell without figuring her out like Zecora did.

It was more-or-less midday by the time she found herself in front of the Golden Oaks Library, knocking on the door. A few moments later, it opened, but instead of Twilight, as she expected, Spike answered the knocking.

“Oh! Hey Fluttershy! You looking for Twi? Or did you want to get a book?”

“Oh, well… Both. I was hoping Twilight could help me find a spell, and cast it. Is she around?”

Spike nodded, and moved to let her in. “Sure is! She’s out in the Library proper, teaching Lyra some tricky spells. Follow me!”

Fluttershy did just that, following the baby Dragon through the Library’s kitchen, and out into the main room. Twilight’s face lit up as she saw Fluttershy, and Lyra’s face lit up at the prospect of taking a break. “Fluttershy! Been a few days, hasn’t it? How are you? Would you like some tea?”
“Oh, I’m alright. And tea would be nice, yes. But I’m actually here to see if you have a book around.”

“Sure thing!” Twilight nodded, before ruffling the frill along the top of Spike’s head, before he dashed back to the kitchen, followed by the clatter of a kettle being filled with water. Then she turned to Lyra. “Alright, Mrs. Heartstrings, we’re gonna take a break. Remember to stand clear of the bookshelves.”

As soon as the mint-green Unicorn ducked over to one of the edges of the circular room, Twilight’s horn lit, and an impossibly-loud click reverberated through the library. As if by clockwork, eight bookshelves, laden with hundreds of books each from fiction to non-fiction (but all meticulously organized) began sliding upward from the previously-seamless floor beneath them into their usual spots. Finally, with another reverberating ‘click’ they stopped, and they were as solid as if they had been grown from the tree around them.

“Pocket dimensions,” Twilight smirked. “Always there when you need them, and they don’t even exist when you don’t need them.”

“So!” She grinned as she faced Fluttershy once more. “What kind of book are you looking for? Do you need something medical? A good novel? I haven’t gotten any new books from that series with the talking cats, unfortunately.”

“That’s alright, Twilight. Actually, I found a new animal today, and I’d like to read up on it a little bit.”

“Oh?” Twilight’s eyes lit up with curiosity. “What’s the species?”

“A large Green Anaconda, female.”

In an instant, the blood drained out of Twilight’s face. “Oh… oh, a snake? That’s… nice of you.” She glanced at a nearby shelf. “I don’t have much on snakes, because… You know…”

Fluttershy put a hoof on Twilight’s shoulder. “It’s alright, Twilight. just point me in the right direction, and I can take it from there.”

With a gulp, Twilight pointed to the far end of one of the dustier shelves. “I think I’ll go check on Spike. I think he’s cooking something, better make sure he knows what he’s doing…” And then she ducked into the kitchen, the swinging saloon door left flicking back and forth in her wake.

Fluttershy gave Lyra a nod, before checking the entire Library’s catalog of books about Snakes. One was simply a guidebook to spotting different species, with a index card in the front with a page number of an encyclopedia entry on it.

The other was far more interesting: a diary, written by a Unicorn explorer named Hack N. Slash. It talked extensively about snakes, right up to the point… Where he fed himself to a Reticulated Python.

Fluttershy blinked. There was no way… Re-reading a few pages prior, it even had a transcript of the spells he used, better versions of the ones she’d been searching for, all written down just in case another pony like him found the book! They would give her air to breathe, keep her alive, dull the pain in varying amounts, everything! There was even a “killswitch” spell, that broke all the others, just in case she wanted to let herself sink away in a single moment...

Except there was one problem; Fluttershy wasn’t like him. She wasn’t a unicorn, so she couldn’t cast these herself. Nor could she get Twilight to do it, or she’d instantly know what was going on, and Fluttershy couldn’t have that.

She sat down on the library floor, the book thumping to the floor. She had been so close…

“Hey, are you alright?”

Lyra’s voice took Fluttershy by surprise, and she whirled around to face the mint-green Unicorn poking her head around the bookshelf to look at her-

Unicorn.

Lyra was a Unicorn.

In an instant, Fluttershy swept the book up with her wing, and leaped at Lyra. “Please! Help me!”

“What-?”

Fluttershy poked the book with a hoof. “You see this spell here?”

Blinking, Lyra nodded, then her eyes widened as she saw the diagrams as to what it was for. “Hang on, what are you-?”

Fluttershy fixed Lyra with the Stare (this was a special exception.) “Lyra Heartstrings. Please, help me. I will give you and your wife every single bit I have if you cast this spell on me, right now, and never mention this ever happened to anypony, ever.”

Lyra’s eyes flicked between the book, and Fluttershy’s almost hypnotic gaze. A moment later, she sighed. “I’m going to Tartarus for this, aren’t I?”
“Please, Lyra. Every bit I have. You’ll be helping me out in ways you can’t even imagine.”

“No, I can imagine pretty well exactly how I’m going to be helping you out.” Her horn flashed as she copied the spell, and cast it on Fluttershy, gritting her teeth to focus as she concentrated on a difficult rune. “It’s done. Now, I don’t suppose I can convince you not to do this?”

Fluttershy shook her head, clearing it of the fuzziness from the spell and answering Lyra’s question in a single movement. “No. I’ve already got a Snake, I’ve got a decoy, everything’s set, including this now.”

“Alright,” Lyra sighed. “Can you at least tell me why? Everypony’s gonna miss you, you know that.”

“I just… This is how I want to go. It’s a fetish, and… I really like the idea of taking my place in the food chain, in the circle of life… And I don’t want to die of old age, and wait for bugs or bacteria to eat me.”

Raising an eyebrow, Lyra said, “You know that’s gonna happen anyway, right?”

Fluttershy nodded. “But I’ll be snake food first.”

“Celestia’s horn…” Lyra muttered. “Alright. Well… Have fun, I guess. Hope it works right, I’ve never heard of that spell before, and I shouldn’t have to tell you I’ve never cast it.”

Smiling, Fluttershy hugged the Unicorn. “Twilight’s training you. I’m sure you got it right. Thank you, so, so much.”

After a moment, she added, “Oh, and uh… I keep all my bits in a lockbox under my bed. Just scoop the mouse bedding out of the way. The code’s 342, but come in a week or so.”

“342, got it. I’ll check on you, too.”

Fluttershy shook her head. “I’ll be in a secret room, don’t worry about it.”

Lyra sighed again. “No, I want to… I want to see. Just… For peace of mind, I guess. How do I get in?”

“There’s a bookshelf under my stairs. One shelf down, and third book from the left. It’s fake, just pull it down. Please, don’t forget to close it up after you see.” After a moment, she added, “Don’t let the Anaconda swallow you too, I don’t want anypony else to get eaten. It’s a wild Anaconda after all.”

“Okay. Look, but don’t touch. Got it.”

Fluttershy finally broke the hug, and began walking back to the kitchen. Before she did, she looked over her shoulder again. “Thank you. Thank you so much.” Then she continued inside, to get her tea. “Ooh, lemon! Thank you, Spike.”

Still sitting next to the bookshelf, Lyra picked up the journal, and flipped through it herself, before trotting back to where her saddlebags sat. With only a moment’s hesitation, she dropped it in, for later reading. No need to tell Twilight; she’d bring it back, and her mentor wouldn’t exactly be looking for it in the interim.



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Fluttershy found herself looking out over Ponyville from the bridge in front of her cottage. the sunset’s rays were playing over the thatched rooftops in such a beautiful way…

With a start, she realized that this would be the last one she’d ever see. At least, as a pony. The thought made her a little sad, but the excitement of what was going to happen to her far outweighed it.

This was it. In less than an hour, she would be snake food. In fact, in a way, she sort of was already. Her hoof moved on it’s own volition between her legs, and she slowly started stroking her slit. Her knees started getting all wobbly as a trail of juices dripped down her legs. Snake food. Fluttershy was snake food. She was going to be swallowed into that tight, warm embrace, slide down that funnel of flesh, right into the snake’s stomach… In a week, she’d just be a pile of snake poo… She was going to die in a snake’s stomach!

That did it. With a squeal, she came, and soaked the boards of the bridge, still clopping frantically as her hinds were drenched in her own pussy juices. It felt wonderful, knowing this was the end, she was going to die like this, eaten and digested…

“Just like the circle of life,” she whispered to herself quietly. Bathing in the afterglow, she slumped forward onto the railing of the bridge. That sunset really did look so pretty. She was glad her last was a good one.

Something touched her legs, and she jumped—her snake had arrived. Giving her a petulant hiss, it continued onward to the front door of her cottage, eying a few of her animals. Hurriedly, she jumped forward, leading the snake inside, and opening her bookcase.

She’d cleared out the basement earlier, moving everything up to the attic. The only thing left was a large rug in the centre, a tarp with the dead, preserved pig on it, and a book from her own collection about how to properly feed snakes, sitting on a folding chair. The snake immediately slid onto the rug, curling up around the circumference, as Fluttershy closed the bookshelf back over the room. She would never open it again herself. The thought made her leak a little bit more onto the stairs.

“Ready?” She asked the Anaconda. It just flicked her tongue at her, which she took as a yes. “Okay. Please don’t constrict me, I promise I won’t squirm much, and I want to be alive in there.” She pulled out the potion she’d gotten from Zecora, and uncorked it, letting the snake drink it all.
About a minute later, the snake shuddered, and doubled in size. It was now easily big enough to swallow her. It was big enough to swallow a gryphon, even!

Slowly, she laid on her back in the centre of the rug, her wings spread and legs closed, except for her hooves between them. After she was swallowed, she wouldn’t be able to move them there. Gently, she started rubbing herself, yet more of her juices soaking into the rug, her other hoof stroking her tiny teats as the Anaconda slithered around her, eying her, considering her, hunting her.

She was being hunted. It would be a short hunt, and she knew how it would end. It only made her more excited.

The snake coiled in tighter, nudging one of its coils beneath her head, and she panicked for a second that it was planning on constricting her anyway. When it never came, she realized the snake was simply propping her head up to better look down her body at the Anaconda.

With excruciating slowness, the snake opened its mouth, unhinging its jaw, and pressed it over the ends of her hooves. They twitched gently as they entered the warm, wet mouth, and Fluttershy couldn’t take her eyes off it. She could still pull her hooves out, call it all off, just talk out her fetish with her friends… Maybe they would understand…

She bit her lip, clopping quietly. No. Never. She wanted this so bad…

The snake kept pushing itself over her body, moving up her hind legs up to her hocks. It was like being swallowed by a fleshy sleeping bag, the sensation was wonderful. Bumping into her knees, it kept going, swallowing for the first time as it finally reached her rear end. She paused her clopping, just barely, it felt so good, as the snake started gulping down her sizable rear, lifting it off the carpet, swallowing Fluttershy whole.

It stopped moving forward, now. It had swallowed half of her, and was just content to gulp the rest of her forward into its maw. Fluttershy squeaked as she was pulled forward, her wings folding against her back as they slid into the python’s wonderfully wet mouth. She looked right into the eyes of the snake as she found herself swallowed all the way up to her barrel.

They were hungry. There was no compassion, no loving, nothing but hunger in those eyes. To it, she was just a meal, meat to be swallowed, to digest in its stomach. It was going to digest her, absorb all of her nutrients, and then shit out what was left here, in this basement. The snake’s body would be her grave, and the basement her tomb.

Fluttershy threw her head back as she came, halfway through being swallowed. Her legs tried to kick gently inside the snake’s throat, but the best she could manage was a weak squirm, the snake compressing her too tightly for any real movement. The world began moving gently away from her as she continued to be swallowed.

As the snake continued up to her neck, coming to the home stretch, Fluttershy looked around her basement. This was the last thing she’d ever see, except for the snake’s insides. The inside of the snake would be too dark for a long time, before her eyes adapted. Her gaze fell on the guide to feeding snakes, propped open on her chair, open to one of her old favorites; a picture of a full snake, a sheep making a wide bulge in its belly after it had been swallowed. She was that bulge now.

The edges of the snake’s mouth entered her peripherals, and Fluttershy started clopping again. This was it. This was the end. With the snake squeezing her tightly inside its throat, she wasn’t particularly loud, but she tried to speak anyway. “That’s good… That’s so good… That’s right, swallow me baby… Pull me down that tight, moist throat, lube me up with your saliva… I wanna slide right into your stomach, I wanna curl up and let my fur melt away… I’m yours, make me yours, make me meat…”

With one last, loud, squealing orgasm, the snake gulped one last time, and the closed its mouth over her head. Fluttershy was plunged into a hot, wet, darkness, the fleshy tunnel contracting around her as she was squeezed down it, still squealing.

She slid forever, or it felt like it. At the end of eternity, her hooves poked at something, and a ring of flesh—the opening to the stomach!—opened beneath her, doing its part to pull her in. Fluttershy was pushed in, her legs dropping a few inches into the bottom of the long stomach. It was like being swallowed all over again as the ring squeezed around her, her own mane trailing in after her like noodles through the entrance. As it was pushed through, the wet mess of hair flopped over her, and the tight, fleshy ring sealed her in.

She was beyond saving now. Fluttershy squirmed happily in the stomach, knowing her fate was had sealed along with the entrance. Around her, the Anaconda shifted, stretching out over the rug. It was going to fall asleep, drop into a little mini-hibernation, while its meal digested. While Fluttershy digested. It wouldn’t even be awake when she died in its stomach.

She started rubbing herself again, really going at it now as she could feel the walls secreting fluid, filling the stomach, the stomach acid pooling around her. The spell finally proved it was working now. Though the air in the spell took on a distinctly acidic taste, it still remained perfectly breathable. And while it dulled the pain of digestion, Fluttershy could still feel the acid starting its grisly work, the long, slow process of turning her to meat.

With a series of gasps, Fluttershy dipped her hoof into the acids, letting it pool and tingle in her frog, before pouring it all over herself, letting it run across her body, returning to the pool. Just like she would. She picked up another hoofful, rubbing it into her fur as she clopped like a mare possessed. She wanted to feel that tingle, knowing it should be pain… Not yet, but within the next couple days, it should slowly build as the acid worked through her fur, then her skin, then the soft flesh beneath. She picked up one last hoofful and slopped it all over her crotch this time, and she squealed as the tingling coated her pussy, her own clopping rubbing it inside.

The only part of her body she didn’t rub the acid into was her head, and really the space above her neck. She wanted to be careful with this. After all, she didn’t want to rub acid into her eyes. She wanted to be able to see her body when her vision adapted, to see the acids ravage her, breaking her down, foaming around her.

Her hoof, still coated in the stomach acid, moved to her muzzle. She carefully rubbed a trail of acid along her cheeks, her muzzle, and finally slicked her hair back with the fizzing acid. Then, she carefully got as good a grip as she could on the stomach lining, and laid back, letting the acid envelop the back of her head, like she was taking a bath and washing her mane. Soon, her face was the only part of her body that hadn’t been coated in stomach acid, that wasn’t tingling with pleasure and digestive juices, and she relaxed, still clopping under the surface, letting the tingling fluid enter her pussy, fill her from the inside with bubbling acid.

Finally, she screamed, properly screamed in pleasure as she came harder than she ever had in her life, her lips clenching around nothing as her cum squirted out into the pool of acid, mixing with it. Fluttershy panted, pulling herself back into a sitting position. Spell be damned, if she fell asleep and slid under, she’d still drown. Laying back against the entrance, her eyes finally adjusted. In the fleshy stomach, the only source of light had been the heat lamp she’d installed in her basement for the occasion, playing through the snake’s flesh.

Her fur didn’t look too different now, but she could see her skin underneath turning a faint red. That was good enough. As the afterglow from her four orgasms washed over her, Fluttershy laid her head back, finally falling asleep inside the snake’s stomach. Together, they slept, predator and prey, as closely as two creatures could.



*        *        *



About a week later, Lyra found herself trotting up the footbridge leading up to Fluttershy’s home. Stepping over a bit of police tape, she looked at the cottage.

To everypony else, it was like the yellow pegasus had just disappeared. Her friends were combing the Everfree with the police, hoping to find her, but Lyra knew they never would. They barely gave Fluttershy’s house a quick search to determine she wasn’t there, nor was there a note, or any indication where’d she gone. They hadn’t even left somepony to watch the house, knowing Ponyville would respect the tape. Glancing behind her to make sure nopony was watching, she opened the door, and slipped in, closing it behind her.

Fluttershy’s cottage was quiet for the first time in recent memory. All the animals had been moved to the Apple farm a couple days after Fluttershy was declared missing, and left nothing but echoes in the house. A layer of dust had settled over everything, and Lyra tried not to disturb it as she moved upstairs to Fluttershy’s bedroom. Just like she said, the lockbox was under the bed, and the code opened it up. Inside was no small amount of bits; easily enough to pay their rent, their food, and a couple impulse buys for Bon-Bon for at least a year or two.

As Lyra slid it into her saddlebags, she started to make her way out, but paused on the stairs. Her eyes drifted below, to the bookshelf against the wall. Lyra sighed. She had to know.

One shelf down, third book from the left. As she gave it a pull, there was a quiet grinding of gears, and the whole bookshelf slid out of the way, revealing a staircase leading down a heatlamp-lit basement. Lyra trotted downstairs, and her breath caught in her throat.

She wasn’t afraid of snakes, but this one was massive. It was easily larger than any snake she’d ever seen, ever heard of, and it had a massive pony-sized bulge in its midsection.

Fluttershy had done it.

The snake awoke gently as it saw her entering, and Lyra paused. “Hey. Not gonna hurt ya. Just want a closer look, okay?”

It flicked its tongue out at her, before resting its head back on the rug. Lyra took that as an invitation, and moved closer. There was a chair next to the rug, and Lyra looked at the book, then back at the bugle. There was no doubt now. Picking up the book and putting it in her saddlebags, she sat down in the chair, looking at the bulge.

“So, uh…” She started, looking across the length of the snake. “I guess it worked, huh?”

There was no reply, and Lyra sighed.

“I haven’t been able to get this out of my head since you asked for my help. I can’t help but imagine what that must feel like in there, warm and wet and tight… I’ve been reading and re-reading that book we used. Bon-Bon thinks it’s weird, but she hasn’t seen the last bit yet.” Lyra put her head in her hooves. “I think she’s gonna know what’s up when they find you. It’s not gonna take too long to put two and two together. And I don’t know what I’m gonna do.”

Lyra giggled. “It’s actually… kind of hot that you went through with it. I’m envious of you now, you know. It must feel so fucking nice in there…”

The bulge shifted. A faint voice emerged from it. “L-Lyra?”

“Holy fuck!” The unicorn yelped, jumping back and knocking the chair over. “You-you’re still alive in there?”

Inside the snake’s belly, Fluttershy looked and felt much different. Over the last week, the acids had really started eating away at her. Her fur and mane had fallen out, her hooves felt weak, and the tingling had reached a new high as she had just the barest bit of flesh keeping her insides from going outside. She got the feeling that if rubbed it, or even moved too much, it would start coming off, and then the acids would be inside…

“Bare-barely…” She whispered. “Oh Celestia… it’s like heaven in here, you have no idea... “

Lyra stepped closer, looking at the bulge up close. “Wow… You can breathe and everything?”

“”Yes, pretty easily. I think I’m gonna last ‘til the end of the day, and then even the spell won’t be able to keep me alive.”

Lyra rubbed her hinds together. They felt warm, for some reason. “...And then… And then you’ll be…”

Fluttershy giggled, the acids bubbling around her. “I’m already meat, Lyra. Soon, I’ll just be a slurry of bits of Fluttershy, draining through the Snake’s guts. And then I’ll be snake poo.”

Lyra stopped just a hair from putting a hoof on the bulge. “And you don’t mind that? Not even slightly? You don’t want to live?”

“It’s okay, Lyra,” Fluttershy whispered. “It’s the circle of life, you know? I’m just prey now, and this snake is my predator.”

Lyra was silent for a minute. Fluttershy almost thought she left, disgusted, but what Lyra said suddenly surprised her. “Do you… Would mind if I rubbed you? Do you think that would help you digest?”

Inside, the half-digested Pegasus blinked. Her eyelids were one of the last bits that had remained untouched. “Yeah. That would speed it up a lot. I”m just barely being held together now, if you start rubbing…”

Lyra gulped. “Do you… want me to?”

Fluttershy’s hoof found its way back to her pussy, and she started clopping, splashing the acid around her. “Oh Celestia yes.”

Lyra put her hooves on the Snake’s scaly skin. It wasn’t slimy like she thought it would be, just rough, with solid muscle beneath. Feeling around the edges of the bulge, she found a large lump that could only be pony inside it, and started running her hooves from end to end. “Like this?”

Fluttershy gasped as the stomach itself was pressed down around her, Lyra’s hooves pushing down on Fluttershy’s weakened body. “Yes! Just like that…”

Lyra smiled, glad she was making what were going to be Fluttershy’s last moments as snake food pleasurable ones. “Was it fast? The digestion?”

“No-not really,” Fluttershy panted, remembering her week in the snake’s belly. “When I woke up after the first day, I could barely tell it was working. My skin was red, but that was it… I clopped off again, and fell back asleep.”

“And day two?” Lyra started rubbing in circles over what seemed to be Fluttershy’s midsection.

“Ooh yes, right there… I woke up just as my mane started falling out. I rubbed in more acid and let it fall out around me…”

That hit Lyra in a way she didn’t expect, and her own hoof was between her legs in an instant. “Oh goddesses, please, keep talking…”

“Day three—ah!—was when my fur started to go… I rubbed myself all over as it started falling out… it’s stronger than my flesh, I can still see bits of it floating in here…”

Lyra sped up, rubbing harder at both herself and Fluttershy. “What’s it, what’s it like in there?”

Fluttershy smiled, hearing the strain in Lyra’s voice. “Like… Fluttershy soup, almost. It’s dyed pink, from some blood, but I can’t feel any of it. I’m just relaxing against the entrance, letting everything but my head just bathe in it… This spell is amazing…”

Lyra sighed happily. “I know, I’ve been studying it.” With an annoyed grunt, she pulled her hoof away, placing it on the rough skin of the snake. Then she got an idea.

She threw her hind leg over the snake’s body, resting her hot flesh against the bumpy snakeskin, and started rubbing herself back and forth on it, directly on top of Fluttershy, grinding her into the walls of the stomach even harder than before.

Fluttershy started gulping air. “Ah! Just like that, Lyra, keep at it! Oh, I can feel my skin right there shifting!”

Lyra wasn’t far from her own orgasm, rubbing the snake across her pussy like it was a giant cock. Every movement loosened up Fluttershy’s belly below her, and she could tell from the concert of pleasured squeaks from the digesting mare that Fluttershy loved it.

In a single, visceral moment, Lyra came, grinding herself especially hard on Fluttershy. Inside, the movements were finally too much for the digested flesh, and Fluttershy came as her belly split open, the stomach acid pouring in, coating her organs, fizzing as it started eating through her insides, much faster than her comparatively much stronger outer skin. “YES!” She came again in seconds, watching the acid around her turning bright red with blood, her blood!

Outside, Lyra slumped onto the snake’s length listening to Fluttershy’s pleasured screaming inside, her own cum splattered across the huge python’s skin and dripping down onto the carpet. “F-Fluttershy? What happened?”

“It was too much… I split… Oh Celestia, Lyra, I can see my guts, the acid’s eating right through them…”

Lyra’s eyes widened. “Fluttershy! I’m so sorry, I can’t believe I just-”

“Shh…” Fluttershy’s voice dropped to a husky whisper through the flesh. “It’s okay, Lyra, I wanted it like this… It’s so hot…” Lyra tired to apologize, but Fluttershy interrupted her again. “I’m not long for this world, Lyra… Can you stay here with me? Just stay right there, laying on top, it means so much that you’re here for me…”

Lyra felt herself crying. She’d basically just murdered Fluttershy, and she’d gotten off on it! She was a terrible pony!

Fluttershy heard the sobbing, and patted the roof of the stomach with a shaking hoof. “Shh… Shh, it’s okay… Everything’s going to be alright, Lyra…” Her other hoof moved to her open belly, and she started exploring, shifting organs, stirring the soup… Her hoof caught on something, and she pulled out a loop of small intestine, fizzing and bubbling as it was pulled out from under the surface.

As it started eating through her lungs, Fluttershy gave the roof one last pat. “I’m going under now, Lyra. Thank you for all of your help, from the beginning… I never could have done this without your help.”

She started tearing up herself. “G-goodbye, Lyra…” And then she relaxed, letting herself slide under the surface. She held her breath for as long as she could, and she felt the spell fail. In an instant, the full fury of the acids turned on her, and she tried to scream in pain, but all she could do was let out a flurry of bubbles as the burning, stinging acid forced itself down her throat, into her own stomach, filling her lungs. Her eyes shot open, and the acid attacked them too, her vision going red as they dissolved.

She lasted long enough to feel one last orgasm, as the acid ate its way into her womb, dissolving it from the inside out, before the pain and lack of air finally got to her. Fluttershy slowly died, drowning in stomach acid that was still dissolving her. She was truly just the snake’s food now.
Lyra heard gurgling, and felt thrashing, and then… nothing. She was gone. Fluttershy, element of Kindness, had finally fulfilled her greatest secret, her single fetish, and fed herself to nature, finally completing the circle of life so that the snake had all the food it would need for a long time.
With one last sob, Lyra slid off the snake and onto the rug, struggling away from Fluttershy’s other murderer. She didn’t like how it was eying her, now that its last meal had passed away. All she could do now was leave; it would take another couple of days for Fluttershy to be fully processed into snake shit.

Grabbing her saddlebags, and the lockbox full of bits, Lyra left Fluttershy’s cottage, closing the door to the basement behind her. Nopony would find her resting place until the smell of dead pig down there wafted upstairs. The spell hadn’t worn off yet, but it would soon. Lyra silently resolved to join Fluttershy’s search party. When the time was right, she’d gently guide them back here. She wanted to see Fluttershy when the snake was done with her.



*        *        *



Twilight Sparkle was staring. She knew that. But the circumstances allowed for it.

A week and a half after Fluttershy disappeared, the search party finally gave up searching the Everfree, against Rainbow’s judgement. The next morning, when they checked Fluttershy’s house one last time, they could barely enter because of the smell. The smell of death.

The seven ponies, Twilight, Applejack, Rarity, Rainbow, Pinkie, Lyra, and Inspector Close Call (thank goodness Spike wasn’t here) were all wearing respirators to try and filter out the stench. It wasn’t helping.

Between the dead pig, and the massive pile of shit, it would be kind of a miracle if they did.

Rarity was the first to break. She bolted upstairs to Fluttershy’s bathroom, retching the whole way. Pinkie wasn’t far behind, and Rainbow broke down crying right there. Applejack simply took off her hat, holding it to her chest. Twilight was left standing there, just staring in shock at the pile of shit.

It was pretty definitely what was left of Fluttershy. Whatever animal had done this, its acids weren’t quite strong enough to break down any of the bones, save for the big, hollow ones. The ribs were on full display, scattered around the pile, a leg bone stuck out there, the bones from her wings were also scattered. Bits of fur had made chucks of it fuzzy, while long, pink strands were mixed in with a bunch of undigested feathers. A pony’s skull sat on top. It was almost like it was screaming at Twilight.

Beside her, Lyra gulped, eyes fixed on the pile as well. “So… Uh... “

The Inspector nodded. “Yes… I believe we can call of the search.” Turning to Applejack, he sighed. “AJ? You worked with Miss Fluttershy a lot, can you identify the scat?”

Applejack jumped as she realized he was talking to her. “Oh, uh… Looks kinda like snake, ‘specially with the… the remains. Ain’t never heard of one large enough for this though…”

The pig had been removed by a pair of ponies in biohazard suits, but Twilight could still see the stains around the edges of where the tarp had been. “So… Maybe she meant to feed the pig-”

“Curly,” Applejack added.

“,,,Curly, then, to the snake…”

“And it got her instead?” The Inspector finished. “I thought she was good with animals, though. Must have been hungry enough not to care.”

“You… Ya’ll think she suffered?”

Lyra shook her head, lying through her teeth. “Nah, she would’ve run out of oxygen before the stomach got to her. Probably just… just passed out, nice and peacefully.”

The Inspector’s eyebrow raised at Lyra. “Assuming it didn’t constrict her to death beforehand.”

“...Right.”

Twilight blinked. “Well… What do we do with this, then? We should keep an eye out for the snake, but, but what…?”

“I know a pony,” Lyra answered, never taking her eyes off of the skull. She could have sworn Fluttershy was smiling happily at her. “She makes these big mason jars…”

The inspector chewed his lip. “She didn’t leave a will. I guess we might as well do that, then. Twilight?” The shocked Alicorn turned to him. “Seeing as you’re her closest friend, do you want the remains?”

“Well, I think Rainbow’s actually-”

“”Rainbow lives in a cloud-house, Twilight.” Lyra interrupted. “Look, I knew her pretty well. I’ll take care of it. Don’t worry about it, okay?”

Twilight nodded. “Okay. That works.” She turned around, walking upstairs on shaky legs, past where they’d cut the bookshelf away. “I… I need to sit down, figure out what to say to Princess Celestia…”

“Ah’m going with her.” Stated AJ, replacing her hat on her head.

The Inspector turned to Lyra. “Well, since this seems to have been an accident, I guess my involvement ends here. I trust you can make arrangements.” He followed AJ up the stairs, leaving Lyra alone in the basement with the pile of Fluttershy.

She waited until she couldn’t hear the hoofsteps anymore, before sighing, the breath coming out as a wheeze through the respirator. “So that’s that, then. Hope it was good for you too.”

Lyra couldn’t shake the feeling she was looking at a vision of her own future, the bones poking out of the pile of shit, the skull still smiling at her.
The thought still got to her. She felt herself winking at the thought of another pile of scat, this time scattered with green bits of fur, of white and green mane. She rubbed her legs together as she looked at the skull, and imagined it with a horn.

Slowly, she sat down at the edge of the carpet, and started clopping quietly, so the ponies above wouldn’t catch her. If they did, who knows what they might do? This time, her hoof was enough, and she grit her teeth to keep from crying out as she came, squirting all over the brown pile of snake shit. She came all over Fluttershy’s remains, giving her one last show.

Exhausted, she stood back up. “Okay… Okay…” Reaching out, she gave the skull a pat with her hoof. “Fluttershy, thank you. This was so hot…”
As she trotted upstairs, mind filled with plans to find a jar large enough, to clean up the skull and hide it somewhere secret, to borrow a shovel from Big Macintosh, one thought came to the forefront of her mind; “I need to find that snake.”