Should've Listened
The sun was getting low in the sky as Mocha Glaze stopped at a fork in the road. To the earth pony’s left was the normal route, the one that curved around Covetous Woods, giving the forest a wide berth. The one on the right went right through the forest’s heart.
The brown stallion sat on his haunches, his pack begging to weigh heavily on him. He was starting to almost regret making the journey from his home village to the nearby town of Poppycock. He reached back and pulled a pastry from his pack. It and its two dozen or so fellows had been the reason for his journey, as no baker in his home seemed to be able to replicate them properly. He bit into the pastry, the sweet, buttery flavor going a long way to making him feel better about the trip.
He tousled his light brown mane as he ate and thought. The road to the left, while well traveled, was long and took several detours. Even if he ran as fast as he could, there was no way he was going to make it home before midnight, let alone sunset. The path on the left was far shorter. Pretty much a straight shot towards home. There was just one snag.
‘The woods are too dangerous,’ His mother would say, sometimes unprompted. ‘Too dangerous for even Big Johnson. So, don’t go into the woods, ever!’
Mocha couldn’t remember how many times he had heard his mother tell him to not go into the woods and he never quite understood why. He just knew that asking would upset his mother, so he went on in ignorance.
So, it was no surprise that once he finished his snack and stood up, Mocha headed down the right path, into the woods. There was just as much, if not more, danger in going on the road. Once darkness fell, he could very well trip and fall, or be beset upon by thieves. No, it was much safer and smarter to go through the forest. After all, his mother probably had been exaggerating all this time.
He started at a light trot, but was soon moving up to a quicker jog. The path was narrow and the forest was already reclaiming lost ground. Patches of grass and weeds had sprung up in the path and roots and branches stretched out into it. But Mocha was quick and nimble, and he easily dodged and weaved through the obstacles.
Mocha quickened his pace to a full on run, feeling giddy. Through the occasional gaps in the foliage, he could see the distant watchtower that stood not far from his home. It was growing closer far quicker than it would have had he taken the road, emboldening the young stallion. He let out a laugh as he realized that, as long as he kept his pace, he would reach home before the sun could fully set.
He tripped.
Mocha wasn’t sure what happened, only that he was suddenly in the air instead of on the ground. Such was the speed that he was going that he managed to flip fully onto his back before he hit the ground. His pack took the brunt of the impact and actually made him bounce back into the air again. The hard knock was enough to open his pack and his spins sent pastries flying in every direction. His world spun as his side hit the ground next and sent him rolling. He finally came to a stop when his other side came into contact with a tree, the impact hard enough to drive the air from his lungs.
Mocha hit the grassy forest floor gasping for breath. Once he finally managed to get air into his lungs, his gasps turned to groans as his body gave voice to no less than a dozen painful complaints. He tried to summon the strength to get up, but his limbs seemed less than willing to comply. So he just closed his eyes and laid there for a time, letting his body hurt until the pain simmered down to an easily ignored ache.
The sound of something heavy sliding across the ground roused him from his pain induced stupor. His ears flicked and swiveled back as the soft sound of breathing came with the approach of something large. Images of bears, timber-wolves, even a chimera flashed through his head and panic began to grip him as he struggled to remember what he was supposed to do when encountering each animal.
Mocha was thrown for a loop when the creature spoke.
“Well well, what do we have here?”
The voice was smokey and distinctly feminine. Soft, yet it felt like it was slithering into Mocha’s head. He swallowed thickly and managed to roll himself around to get a look at who was speaking.
His eyes fell on her tail first. It was massive, thicker than he was and it appeared to be long enough to entirely circle the little meadow he found himself in. The scales covering the back were a vibrant emerald green, while the ones on the underbelly seemed smaller and a paler lime. Following the tail to where it met the rest of the creature’s body, Mocha noticed a distinct lack of legs of any kind, the reptilian woman’s hips fusing seamlessly with her tail.
And it was a woman, that much was readily apparent. She didn’t have a stitch of clothing on, her scaled slit bare to Mocha’s eyes as were her sizable breasts, each capped with a rosey-pink nipple. Her face, fittingly, was that of a serpent. Bald, though Mocha thought it likely she just simply didn’t grow hair in the first place, and golden eyes staring directly at him.
“You okay, sweetie?” the serpent woman asked, slithering close to and laying down so she was level with him. She folded her arms and rested her breasts on them, smiling warmly while Mocha’s eyes zeroed in on her generous boobflesh. “You can talk, can’t you?”
“Huh?” he said dumbly, only catching the woman’s mouth in the corner of his vision.
“Silly little boy.” She chuckled. “What’s your name? I’m Val.”
“M-Mocha Glaze,” he replied, stuttering a bit as he tore his eyes away from her tits. “I fell.” He blurted out.
“Must have been some fall,” Val snickered.
Her tail suddenly appeared at the edge of Mocha’s vision, depositing one of his pastries into her hand. She brought the confectionary to her face and gave it a sniff. Her lips parted and a brilliantly red tongue flashed from her mouth, licking along the side of the pastry. She hummed happily and opened her mouth wider, showing off a set of white fangs which she sank into the soft dough.
Val hummed happily as she chewed. She spoke around her mouthful. “What brings you and these delightful treats into the woods?”
Mocha managed to gather his limbs beneath himself. “I was just trying to get home before sunset.”
“Your mommy give you a curfew?” Val said teasingly before she swallowed.
His legs shook, but Mocha was able to stand up and straighten his pack. “Well, um, she just gets worried if-”
“You’re not leaving, are you?”
Mocha stopped, one hoof posed to take a step. “Uh,” was all he managed to say before she struck.
Her tail surged forward, looping around Mocha’s barrel before he could react. He tried to leap away, only succeeding in tripping over her coils and fast tracking a meeting between his face and the ground. He was saved from the painful impact by Val's tail, catching him on a relatively soft coil. He was lifted off the ground as her tail tightened around him, wrapping him up until only his head was poking out of the numerous coils.
Val straightened up, brushing off her front as she brought Mocha close. She took his head in her hands, reminding Mocha uncomfortably of his mother.
“Silly little boys shouldn’t go into the woods,” Val’s smile became predatory. “Because there’s lots of things in those woods whose favorite food is silly little boys.”
Her coils slipped and slid over his body, exposing his back while also unintentionally rubbing along his more sensitive areas. Mocha blushed and squirmed as Val’s hands moved from his face to his sides, her fingers never leaving his body until she began fiddling with the straps holding his pack on. She had to lean forward somewhat, forcing Mocha’s head into her cleavage. His blush intensified as his body began to respond to the stimulation.
“At least you’re not wearing any armor. The last pony that came through here was practically welded into that suit of hers,” Val said in a conversational tone, unbuckling his pack and tossing it aside. “Still, I do appreciate you bringing me some dessert. It’s quite kind of you.”
Mocha hardly registered what she was saying, his cock slowly sliding out of his sheath. The coils around him shifted again, a single loop around his middle to hold him up, and his face was pulled from Val’s cleavage. Only for him to suddenly be pressed belly to belly with the lamia. Nearly, anyway, her thick coil kept them from direct contact while also giving his cock space to grow.
“Mmm, you’re so cute,” Val giggled, again grabbing his face and pinching his cheeks. “You’re almost too cute to eat. Almost.”
She leaned down, pressing her snout to his.
“Still,” she said in a lower, more sensual tone. “Doesn’t mean we can’t have some fun first. I like playing with my food, after all.”
She forced her mouth on his, his shocked gasp giving her the perfect opportunity to slip her tongue into his mouth. The invader was thick and fleshy, carrying the sweet taste of the pastry she had eaten before. Val’s tongue easily pinned down Mocha’s own and filled his mouth. The tip teased the back of his throat for a moment before suddenly surging down it. He gagged and tried to jerk his head away, but she held him firm, violating his with her tongue. She moaned, closing her eyes and happily stroking his ears with the tips of her fingers. Mocha found the sensations strange, but not wholly unpleasant, as his cock seemed to jump to full hardness in a second.
The thick, turgid pole poked the bottom of Val’s tits, making the serpent pause in her oral violation of her captive. She broke the kiss and extracted her tongue from Mocha’s throat, pushing the pony away from her just enough to peek at what had poked her.
“My my,” she smirked as she prodded his shaft. “Was your father an actual horse?”
She wrapped those slender fingers of hers around his shaft and slowly stroked it from head to base. Mocha winced and squirmed as his cock twitched excitedly at the contact. He had heard tales of stallions with griffon girlfriends who would use their talons to similar effects, but had always been wary of something that sharp that close to dick. Val had no claws and her fingers were like soft leather. If it weren’t for the circumstances, the experience would have been far more pleasant.
“How do you walk around with this?” Val chuckled as she sized up Mocha’s cock. Her attention shifted lower and she gasped as she laid eyes on Mocha’s balls. “Or these?”
Mocha winced as Val cupped one of his testicles in either hand, giving them rather firm squeezes. They were each the size of a grapefruit and the skin was drawn tightly over what must have been an impressive load. The lamia hummed appreciatively.
“Mmm, well, this is a surprise. And here I thought I could just suck you down and get along with my day.” Val released Mocha’s balls, much to the captive pony’s relief, and leaned in close enough for him to smell the sugar on her breath. “But, I can’t do that with that tree of yours sticking out like that. Guess I’ll have to juice you first.”
Mocha’s mind raced as images of oranges being put through a juicer ran through his head, with his own precious nuts soon replacing the oranges. He managed to speak his first words in minutes.
“Pleasedon’tcrushmyballs!” He gasped, the words running together in a desperate bid to get them all out before something awful happened.
Val merely giggled. “Aw, are you scared little pony?” She teased, giving his balls a playful, and painful, swat with the tip of her tail. “Have you decided to bargain for your life?”
“B-bargain? Uh…” What was he supposed to offer her? She already had his pastries, she already had him. What could-?
“Well, you’re in luck. I have a rule about not eating virgins. But, that doesn’t mean I’m not still hungry.” the serpent mused, tickling his taint with her tail. “Maybe there’s some other ponies nearby I could eat instead?”
Mocha’s mind raced. He couldn’t just offer up another pony to be eaten in his place. It wasn’t just immoral, it was putting his trust in a big serpent woman who had no qualms about eating ponies or pastries that clearly did not belong to her.
“Can’t pick one? Must have quite a selection back home, huh?” Val mused as she looped her tail around Mocha’s cock. “Do you want to watch? Watch me swallow them whole and alive, watch them struggle as they slide down my throat.”
She started to slide the coil up and down Mocha’s cock, the underside of her tail soft like her hands. It felt better, somehow, than her hands. Small, smooth scales, lubricated by precum dribbling from the head, allowed her tail to glide up and down his shaft with ease. Mocha grunted and whimpered as her strokes got faster and faster.
“That turns you on, doesn’t it?” Val teased, leaning in closer. “Gonna cum just from the thought of me eating your friend and some tail rubs?”
Mocha flailed his rather diminutive limbs, almost miming swimming as his orgasm built to climax.
“Cum for me, little pony,” Val said huskily. “Let it all ou-”
Mocha would have warned her, if he could have put enough brain cells together in that moment to form a coherent thought. The best he was able to do was make an odd gutteral sound before cumming like an overflowing pipe. His hips bucked against her tail as he shot an impressively thick rope of cum all over Val’s face. Such was the force of it, some of his cum actually shot completely over her head to land on the ground behind her. The second shot was less powerful, but still voluminous, splattering her neck and chest and turning her cleavage into a creamy mess. By the third shot, he had lost both steam and mass, barely touching her belly before dribbling the last onto the grass below.
His orgasm had only lasted a few seconds, but that time felt like hours to Mocha, leaving him a sweaty, panting mess hanging limply in Val’s coils.
“My, my,” Val commented, one eye glued shut by a thick trail of cum. “You’re certainly… virile for such a little pony.”
She chuckled and wiped away the cum covering her face, gathering up as much as she could and shoving the resulting handful into her mouth. Mocha watched as she worked the thick wad of cum, his cum, around in her mouth. Tasting it, savoring it. She tipped her head back a bit and swallowed, her throat bulging out as the heavy load traveled down it. She sighed happily and opened her mouth wide, sticking her tongue out to show she had indeed swallowed it all.
Or maybe she was just giving Mocha a preview of where he was going.
Regardless, Mocha’s dick didn’t seem to understand anything beyond ‘sexy snek, yum’, jumping back to near full hardness in a moment. Val chuckled as his dick jumped up to greet her again, idly nibbling on her finger.
“Hard again already?” She teased.
“Glah,” Mocha replied, his tongue tied in knots.
“You say the sweetest things.”
Fingers wrapped around his dick again, still sensitive so soon after his orgasm. Val either didn’t notice or didn’t care, sliding her fingers up and down his shaft in long, firm strokes. She didn’t seem to blink as she watched him squirm in her coils.
“Mmm, what’s the matter, sweetie?” Val asked, rubbing his cheek with her other hand, inadvertently smearing some still warm cum on his face. “Never met a real woman before?” She pushed her thumb into his mouth, forcing his jaw open. “Bunch of uggos in your village?”
“Blaargg,” Mocha answered, having difficulty speaking at the moment.
“Mmm, guess that’s why you’re still hard. Poor dick is so excited he can’t stay down.”
She pulled her thumb out of his mouth and her hand from his cock. Before Mocha could actually form a coherent word, much less a sentence, He found himself on his back again. Still in Val’s coils and still in the air, but on his back nonetheless, dick jutting proudly in the air and throbbing needily.
Slowly, gently, Mocha found himself lowered to the ground, Val’s coils slipping away as he was laid on the grass forest floor. He barely had time to register being unrestrained before Val pounced on him, hands slamming down either side of him as she loomed over him. Some of the cum that he had splattered over her chest dripped down onto his face, like salty raindrops. Something else dribbled onto his dick, liquid lust drooling from the serpent’s cunt.
Mocha jumped a bit as something touched his dick. He tore his gaze away from the creamy tits above him to see Val’s tail coiling around his cock once more, stroking it and angling it towards the lamia’s pussy. A firm finger under his chin pushed his head back, forcing him to meet Val’s eyes as she craned her neck down to look at him.
“Don’t worry, sweetie,” she said softly. She slowly lowered her hips until the head of his dick kissed her folds. “I’ll be gentle.”
Mocha guessed it was a lie the moment the words left Val’s mouth. She proved his guess true hardly a moment later when she slammed her hips down with enough force to make her tits bounce. And enough force to drive the air from Mocha’s lungs and crack his poor pelvis.
Truthfully, Mocha wasn’t positive that his pelvis had actually cracked, but considering that Val’s hips alone probably weighed more than he did, he wouldn’t have been surprised. But the pain was nothing next to the pleasure. The hot, wet, velvety vise that clamped down on his cock not unlike her coils, squeezing tightly.
The pressure didn’t let up as she raised her hips again, the friction enough to elicit a spurt of warm pre-cum from Mocha’s cock. She stopped when only the head of his dick was still inside her, before her hips again came down like the hammer of a particularly horney god.
Val did it again and again, kicking up little clouds of dirt as Mocha’s butt was used as an impromptu jack hammer, digging a little tench in the earth with the motion of their hips. Mocha tried to be more than a passive participant, as hard as it was to focus through the haze of mind-numbing pleasure and bone-breaking force. He would try to thrust his hips up to meet hers, only for there to be an almost imperceptible smack of fur on scales before his ass was smashed back into the ground.
He heard her panting, huffing and puffing as her hips worked faster and faster. Her arms trembled as she tried to keep herself propped up, her joints beginning to buckle under the strain. She was muttering under her breath, the occasional coherent words usually being ‘oh’, ‘fuck’, and ‘yes’.
Suddenly she slammed down on him and stayed there, grinding her hips against his and grinding his ass into the dirt. Her whole body shook and her pussy clamped down so hard on his dick he was terrified it was going to pop clean off. She grunted and her arms finally gave out, dropping the full of her weight on top of her poor pony plaything. Mocha ended up with a faceful of creamy cleavage, the smell of dirt, cum, and sweat filling his nose as the lamia settled atop him. Tremors ran through her long body and hot fem-cum soaked Mocha’s lap and turned the ground muddy beneath him.
The vice lessened after a minute or two, still tight and hot, but Mocha was significantly less worried about his dick getting smushed into paste for the time being. It thobbed needily, kept painfully hard by the warm cunt around it but denied full release. Mocha would have worked his little hips until he made as much of a mess of Val’s insides as he had her outsides, but he could scarcely breath trapped beneath her weight, let alone get himself off.
Val, for her part, made no move to get off Mocha, his head still trapped between the grassy forest floor and her reptilian mammaries. This close, he could hear her heartbeat, loud and fast, although now it was steadily slowing as Val caught her breath.
“Fuck,” she groaned, dragging the word out as she exhaled. “Mmm, sweetie… that was some nice foreplay.”
...Foreplay?
She raised her hips again, her cunt clinging tightly to his cock. The muscles coiled around his dick not unlike the lamia’s tail, the pattern of them rubbing against his shaft as it was exposed to the air pleasant. It was getting to Mocha, sending enough pleasure signals to his brain that he was just about ready to pop off and make a creamy mess of Val’s pussy. Before he could, she slammed her hips down again, harder this time, if that was possible.
The pain overrode his incoming orgasm, leaving Mocha to teeter on the edge once more as Val had her way with him. And it seemed her foreplay comment wasn’t mere teasing. She moved her hips faster and harder than before, the force of them crashing down on Mocha like a ton of bricks. Whump whump whump, like a carpenter hammering nails. Tears gathered in the corners of his eyes as the pain started to get to him. It was less sex than it was her whaling on him.
It wasn’t long, thankfully, before Val came again. She slammed her hips down again, grinding Mocha’s ass into the wet ground as her cunt squeezed down on his cock like a vice. But it wasn’t as pleasant as before, less trying to milk him for cum and more trying to squeeze the life out of his dick. Mocha let out a small gasp of pain which went ignored by the serpent, her own pleasure huffs ruffling his mane.
She didn’t say anything as her hips rose again. Mocha would have pleaded if he wasn’t choking on the words. The coiling, spiral sensation of her cunt might have been nice if it didn’t hurt so damn much. As Big Johnson had once said, a small hole in a stone wall might be tight but it didn’t feel nice to fuck. And this wall was falling on top of Mocha.
Val found a different rhythm this time, three or four hard and fast thrusts, a pause, and then an even harder slam. Mocha’s limbs scrambled against the ground, trying in vain to worm out from under his tormentor. It was hopeless and only seemed to increase the chance his cock would bend the wrong way when her hips came down and she’d break it in two.
Fear of breaking his dick soon seemed like small potatoes as, on a particularly violent thrust, Mocha felt something break. Tears of pain leaked from his eyes as a high pitched whine sounded from the back of his throat. Val either didn’t notice or, more likely, simply didn’t care. She kept going, crushing Mocha’s pelvis into dust beneath her wanton lust.
The final slam came and Val’s cunt muscles beared down so hard Mocha lost feeling in his cock. Something in the pony’s brain broke too, a defense mechanism or survival instinct. Or maybe his brain was too confused to do anything else. As Val hissed happily in his ears, Mocha came. He could barely feel the cum shooting through his dick and into the lamia, but the dopamine dumped into his brain helped dull the pain somewhat.
At last, Val pushed herself off her broken fucktoy, letting him breath in fresh air for the first time in minutes.
The sun had gotten low on the horizon, turning what sky Mocha could glimpse through the foliage orange. It barely registered, along with the tail prodding his side. He only really noticed the limb coiling around him when it hoisted him into the air, jostling his bruised and broken body. He gasped and whimpered in pain as he was made to face his tormentor.
“Guess I still got it. Nice and tender now, aren’t you?” Val smirked, booping the little pony on the nose. “Oh, smile, sweetie. At least you’re not going to die a virgin now, right?”
Mocha squirmed, weak pushing desperately at the coils holding him as he tried to argue. “P-please. Let me go home. I s-s-swear I’ll come back with lots of food for you. Just-t let me go-”
She cut him off with a laugh.
“Oh right, you were trying to get home when I tripped you,” Val tapped her chin as she mused on that. “A nice little pony village in the middle of nowhere. Should keep me fed for a few days at the very least.” She grinned and wetly licked her lips.
Mocha swallowed thickly as he realized what was happening. And how he was powerless to stop it. The coils around him shifted, turning him around while also lifting him higher. Before he could open his mouth to ask what was happening, or give begging another try, Val spoke again.
“Look out teeth, look out tongue,” He heard her pause to noisily lick her lips. “Look out stomach, here he comes.”
He was dropped a short distance, only a couple of inches at most, though it still hurt, to land wetly in Val’s open mouth. The impact jostled his broken bones, sending spikes of pain up his spine. Her tail remained firmly coiled around him, ensuring the worst he could do was squirm as he sank ass-first into her jaws. Her tongue was on him in an instant, lapping hungrily at the splattering of juices and cum stuck to his legs and groin. And, in spite of the fact he was in the process of being eaten alive, his dick again began to stir.
Mocha wondered if it was something in those pastries as the first gulp forced his back legs against his barrel and his butt into Val’s throat. Her tongue never stopped, swiping and prodding him, smearing saliva all over his body. It poked and prodded at his slowly stiffening cock, encouraging it to grow painfully hard once more.
The head slipped over the back of her tongue, the texture of it scraping along the sensitive underside of his dick enough to get him back to full hardness in moments. Maybe his dick just didn’t understand the difference between snake pussy and snake throat. He felt Val rub the hard bulge in her neck. She hummed and gurgled a little, another hard swallow dropping Mocha and his brainless dick deeper into her throat. Mocha mewled as pleasure began to tinge his pain, making him squirm even more.
The coils around him loosened and pulled away. He was already up to chest in her mouth, his fore-hooves grasping uselessly at the air as she sucked him deeper. Smaller swallows now, her tongue coiling around his neck as he sank steadily deeper. She was teasing this out. Little puffs of heated breath ruffled the fur not already matted down with spit, making Mocha tremble.
He humped at the inside of her throat, not very well given the limited space to work with. But the hot, wet tightness of her gullet did most of the work for him, hugging and squeezing him in a manner not unlike her pussy. He lost himself in the sensation, his brain soaking in enough endorphins to dull the pain, if only a little. He was only jarred out of it when he felt Val’s tongue swipe across his face.
Mocha looked up, seeing his forehooves above his head, the branches and leaves of the trees and the rapidly darkening orange sky beyond them. All framed by the lips and teeth of the serpent devouring him. He winced a little as her tongue flopped onto his face again, forcing him to close one eye. He stared at the sky with the other as Val’s tongue and throat worked together to drag him into her gut.
He was plunged into darkness for a moment when she slurped his hooves inside and his head was at the back of her throat, chin resting on the edge of her tongue. Her jaw parted again, giving him one last glimpse of the evening sky. Her lips closed again and the last heavy gulp echoed in his ears like a rumbling earthquake.
The muscles of her gullet were well defined, no surprise, squeezing him as tightly and painfully as her coils had, if not more. Slick flesh crushed his already broken body, pushing him deeper into her. Mocha couldn’t think clearly anymore, couldn’t have formed a proper sentence if he tried. All he had left was the sensations smothering his brain like the flesh around him, the most prominent one being the fifth leg growing out of his crotch.
He felt more pressure, not just her gut around him, something more. Her hands, maybe, pressing against him from outside, rubbing his dick through her flesh. She wanted him to cum again, to force out one last reminder of her power over him. Mocha was too exhausted both physically and mentally to resist. He simply took it, hoping the heat and lack of air would make him pass out before he could give her the satisfaction.
No such luck. Seconds, minutes, hours later, he couldn’t tell, his ball clenched and his dick throbbed. He came, splattering the stomach around him as well as himself with one last hurrah of lust and primal instinct.
And so, with a mix of sweat, digestive acid, and hot cum dripping off his face, Mocha Glaze passed blissfully into unconsciousness.
Val swallowed, gasped, and moaned.
She hadn’t been able to form the teasing words when she felt him get hard yet again, less from her being in the process of eating him alive and more in him sticking his cock into her trachea. It made her wet, feeling that amazingly warm rod of flesh inside her again. She was almost afraid he was going to cum again and drown her in his jizz.
She was almost ashamed by how intriguing she found the concept.
She ate him a bit quicker after that, fingering her sloppy cunt the whole time. She wished she could have swallowed and talked at the same time, just so she could tell him what a wonderful meal he was.
She decided to speak now, even if she wasn’t all that confident he would be able to hear her through all the layers of fat and muscle.
“Insatiable, aren’t you?” she said breathlessly, doubling over as she played a full orchestra on her pussy. “Guess that’s something we have in common. Had.”
She put out her free hand to steady herself as she came closer to the ground. Annoyance at being brought so low by someone so small quickly quashed by almost frenzied lust. Her arm shook as she tried to remain upright.
“I can feel that, sweetie,” she laughed, licking her lips, still tasting him. “Spirits, why does that feel so good!?”
Her arm gave way, dropping her heavily onto the grass forest floor. She didn’t care, using her now free hand to clutch at where he was fucking her. Eaten whole and he was still fucking her. She pressed her head against the ground, humping her hand in the same disorganized pattern as he humped her gullet.
“Come on, sweetie,” she gasped, pressing her hand against those hurried thrusts, hoping the extra pressure would help him get off. “One more, for me.”
She felt it a few moments later, the sudden blossoming of heat inside her, spreading out and flowing down deeper into her gut. She moaned, tongue lolling from her mouth as it continued, feeling hotter and bigger than the two before it. She came not a second later, squirting her own fluids along with more of the cum he had filled her with over her hand and the ground below.
Val collapsed with a huff, too drunk on sex, cum, and tendy pony meat to care that she was laying on the damp earth she and the pony had made. She felt him go still, his delightful wiggles slowing down before stopping all together. Based on the sheer volume of cum he had just put out, she wouldn't have been surprised to learn he drowned himself.
She wished, briefly, that she could remember what he had said his name was. All those ‘sweetie’s weren’t just to be cute. Alas, it stayed just out of reach, lost in her memories. Maybe it would come to her later.
She stayed there on the ground for a time, how long she wasn’t sure. By the time she had the strength to open her eyes and lift her head, it was dark and the stars were twinkling through the leaves above. She sat up and smacked her lips, a little burp that tasted as much like cum as it did pony escaping her throat.
She giggled to herself and rubbed her middle. She had forgotten just how much fun ponies were. Eating them almost seemed like a waste when fucking them was so nice. She pushed herself and retrieved her meal’s fallen pack. She fished another of those tasty pastries out of it and idly munched on it as she retraced his steps and pointed herself towards where he had been going.
She was still hungry. And more than a little horny.