You looked at the monumental figure of the lamia with a happy smile, standing on the white-ish hoof of hers that provided you an elevated platform so both the pone and the snek pone could look at eachother in eye level. Some days ago, more specifically four, you would’ve feel quite scared and surprised and shocked after seeing the gigantic lamia that currently could easily tower over you, but right now, that you’ve done weird hoof related things with her before (Many people would think that hoof holding would’ve been quite lewd, but you seemed to be one of those guys that go too far, and as such, you did things such as asking her to squish you, lick her hoof, among other things… The first day you realized you were micro , such a despicable kinky being…) and also that you’ve spent some days with her and now you’re acquainted of your size and her size, you didn’t feel remotely scared… actually, she seemed cuter when she was bigger than you.

“So… um… I… I wanted to ask you something…” You started, stuttering lightly as you looked at her with a shy smile, one of the shyest this world has seen, to the point that you couldn’t keep looking at her straight in the face and glanced away flustered and embarrassed of the petition you were going to ask her.

She looked at your tiny green and black-maned figure with some kind of confusion, and perhaps a larger degree of curiosity, wanting to know what was the thing that you wanted to ask. You could see her eyes through her nerd and extremely adorkable glasses, and they seemed to have that spark of intrigue, but also the characteristic shyness she was well-known for (And you could also see the vast knowledge of hers in anime within her eyes, but that wasn’t exactly relevant for what was about to happen so we’ll skip that). With the other hoof that wasn’t currently upside down holding your tiny body; she fixed her mane, displacing one of her bangs that blocked her eyes, revealing you the entirety of that timid expression. “Um… sure… go ahead… what do you need? It is because the last time we cuddled? If so I’m sorry, really…” After uttering softly that phrase, her face registered sadness, with eyes that could become teary at any moment.

You felt sadness wash over you, as you looked at the sad snekpone face, and you promptly explained “N-no, d-don’t worry about that… t-that kinda felt good…”. You loved to sleep with her now that she was basically a scaly blanket for you (And that she could also stuff you in her sock and wear it, but you don’t want to admit that, yet), but the last time she seemed to forget you were tiny and she quickly coiled you… having said this, you don’t usually coil a tiny pony because… well… they’re tiny… obviously, but she didn’t even realize, to not mention she was asleep and her movement was involuntarily, and before you knew what happened you were squished (And basically constricted, but no harm was done to your pone body) between thick and heavy coils, hugged tightly from all directions. “It’s fine… really”

“Oh, glad to hear that” The lamia pone said with a certain hint of disbelief that indicated she didn’t quite believe your assessment that ‘It’s fine’ and ‘I kinda liked that’, but she also seemed to be happy you weren’t mad at her, and more specifically, she was glad on the inside that you did enjoy that. She fixed her cute, loose sweater slightly, as she smiled bashfully at you, proceeding to ask “So… what were you going to ask me?”, giggling lightly at your figure; lying down completely on the soft hoof that was your ground, like if you were hugging it. Some hours of squishing underhoof tended to have that effect.

You stuttered, trying to come up with a good way to explain this situation… “Well… um….” Was your start, but you didn’t quite find the words to ‘soften the blow’ of the petition, until you simply gave up and said, bashfully and very flustered: “I… It’s okay if… you… e-eat me?”, all the while you buried your face into her fluffy and soft frog, feeling your cheeks burning like napalm from the embarrassment, and blushing in such a way that you could effectively become a shiny red beacon for cosmonauts in space.

She seemed to be stunned by the petition, though at the very least not so much, since she already knew you were a vorarephile, but still, directly ask her that question wasn’t something she would’ve expected from you, even now that you were way smaller than her hoof.

A few seconds of uncomfortable and loud silence occurred between the two, your burning cheeks feeling like if someone put ice cubes on them and keep them in contact with your cheeks for hours, ironically. Until she finally spoke, seemingly having pondered the question you asked her enough time, and of course being nice enough to not leave you waiting for an answer so much, otherwise you would’ve had an anxiety attack. “W-well… I-I… wouldn’t l-like to hurt you…” she said, her ears dropping as she stared at you with worrisome eyes that indicated she cared for you. “W-what i-if… I-I d-d-d-digest you… o-or I c-chew you accidentally…?” Cuppa Noodle continued, as her face started to register fear… no… terror, she seemed to imagine that scenario right now and imagine the fates of anon, with great detail that I’ll spare you readers from knowing about. Just know that she was extremely fearful of such outcomes and her whole figure seemed to indicate that, as she was currently trembling. Your position becoming unsteady, but thankfully, you were just resting on the frog instead of standing on it.

“Oh…. W-well… I-I’ve drunk an I-invulnerability potion recently…” You said, trying to comfort her and try to make her stop imagining those endings, although to be fair, you did drink an invulnerability potion just for this. Awkward things you can buy in Equestria if you’re interested in adventure comics. ”A-and… I w-won’t get hurt… I p-promise… The effect lasts three d-days, but I won’t stay t-that long.” You added, trying to coax the lamia to calm herself down, at the same time, you gently rubbed her hoof for that exact same purpose, hoping a little unexpected hoof massage would help her relax.

It seemed that all your efforts were successful, as you could realize soon that she started to lower her shaking and trembling, her cute red eyes, which mere seconds ago were stuck in a thousand yard stare kind of look, glancing at the uneventful horizon, swiped towards you, trying to lock onto you and keep you in her view, trying to distract herself from those thoughts. After a while of you trying to calm her, and herself trying to avoid thinking about that, she calmed herself fully, taking deep breaths as she looked back at you again, now with a worried smile again, but atleast one that wasn’t close to panicking. “A-are you sure? I-I can r-regur-gitate you out, but… I-I j-just want to know if t-this is w-what you want…”

You nodded energetically towards her, smiling warmly and shyly “Y-yeah, I-I’ll be y-your snek morsel” you pulled out of your butt from God knows where, internally berating yourself for being so kinky, but she just looked at you and giggled warmly, finding funny the joke, her cute little split tongue visible as she snorted. “W-well… I-if you really want me to… Go ahead… J-just… be careful… A-and… I-I-I hope you l-like your s-s-tay” She stammered cutely, shyly and very much softly, her voice being barely heard as she looked aside in the most timid expression a lamia could demonstrate… until she looked back at you and stared directly at your eyes… Then, out of sudden, she started…

She slowly and softly opened her maw, second and second gaping wider, until it was open the widest she could… or at least, the widest enough to fit you, you were pretty sure she could open her maw much more, since she was a lamia, and you were already tiny anyways. Her cute sharp canines exposed along with the row of molars, incisors and premolars, and also the rest of the warm-looking, soft, humid and squishy insides. Saliva strings connected from the long tongue towards the palate, along with some droplets falling from the latter and a bit of saliva running down the walls of the inviting maw. The slick tongue exiting the mouth and proceeding to show how long it actually was, comparatively speaking, to yours, heck even being larger than your whole body. It slithered outwards, bending and revealing just how wet it was and also the forked tongue that it ended with.

It was definitely a sight to behold, and such a sight often meant quite a fluster from one of the two participants in this awkward event. In this case though, both macro pred and micro prey were completely and utterly embarrassed, Cuppa Noodle because this was the first time she did this, and of course, she completely understood just why you wanted to be eaten so much, which made her even more flustered. And you, the tiny green Earth pony unceremoniously lying on CN’s hoof, because of course you knew very well why you wanted to be eaten so much, to not mention you were asking a close friend to do this, aided by the fact that this was such an intimate action. Understandably then, both were blushing heavily and their actions were dorky and awkward to say the least.

You were idly mesmerized by the inviting, gaping mouth of the lamia pony. Somehow entirely forgetting of all her distinguishable features like the glasses, the black splotches on her coat, or her mane, and entirely focusing on that wet and soft-looking maw that was mere centimeters right in front of you, like if it were calling for you, to get inside, to enjoy the softness and warmness… Her humid, short breaths washed over your tiny green body gently, your nose picking up a faint aroma to bacon and mint, most likely she just brushed her teeth after eating her favourite food… although you don’t deny that there might be bacon-flavored toothpaste on the market. As she breathed, the insides of her mouth seemed to squirm and move, the extended tongue moving idly as she looked at you with an embarrassed stare, giggling lightly.

“I-I-I’ll… p-pick y-a… I-If y-ya d-on’t m-ind” The white-ish lamia pone said with mild difficulty due to her open mouth and tongue that was almost ten centimeters out of her mouth. Suddenly, you felt how the world moved for you as she gently brought her upturned hoof (The one you were resting on as of now) closer… towards the maw of the beast… but in this particular case it wasn’t a scary beast that wanted to make you your meal but instead a very nice, kind, shy and dorky lamiapone that wanted you to be happy and didn’t mean any harm. After a while, her hoof stopped, still quite far away from her maw for you to jump in. You stood up lazily, looking at the long separation between you and your comfy dreams, until her tongue started going forwards, towards you.

The orange-ish muscle elongated somehow, far longer than any other tongue you’ve seen except perhaps that one pony who loves to lick others. It slithered past your left side, and started touching your body gently… It felt so lewd, even then, she really wasn’t intending to do anything awkward, instead, she coiled her soft, squishy and wet tongue around you gently, starting from your hindlegs to your head, fully covering your vision with the orange tongue, she was basically wrapping you with it, and it felt wonderful. The forked tip of her long tongue resting gently on your head, licking your mane, as you were fully wrapped like a burrito, and, funnily enough, you were going to the same place as the real deal.

She made sure to give you a tight squeeze, both because she knew you enjoyed the tightness and also because a slippery salivated tongue isn’t exactly the greatest thing to grip. Then, she started to slowly but surely recede her tongue back into her mouth, you couldn’t see anything, but you knew since the warm muscle squeezed and squirmed around your body, the artificial light disappearing as you entered her humid maw. And then, she closed her mouth shut softly, encasing you in the darkness prevalent inside her mouth. She uncoiled you off her forked, wet and squishy muscle and gently dropped you on the mouth, starting to lick you gently, now that she was sure you weren’t in risk of falling. You giggled lightly at just how shy and timid her movements were, as she gently and carefully started to mouthplay with you.

“A-a-are y-you l-liking it?” She said; her maw moving as she spoke softly to not hurt your micro ears while you were in her mouth. You smiled and laughed lightly as the lamia tongue started to rub on your belly, basically bellyrubbing you inside her maw… probably the weirdest and lewdest kind of belly rubbing. “Y-y-yes!” You managed to utter out despite your embarrassment and amidst your giggles. On the exterior, she smiled, feeling happy to do this for you yet also flustered and bashful for doing this for you. Meanwhile, you idly kicked and squirmed, lying on the mouth’s floor, as the prehensile tongue covered you in saliva and licked your blushing face. You loved how she treated you like an hard candy, as she proceeded to roll you around her mouth, squeezing you tightly against the palate, her soft mattress-like tongue fully smothering you against it and making you squeak like a toy, and also she rocked you around her mouth, using her orange and slimy muscle to rub you around her mouth and savor you.

Even when she did all that, she was gentle and shy as ever, managing to somehow be able to demonstrate her timidness as she playfully toyed around with you, rocking you around yet being careful. She again coiled you with her soft and slick tongue, giving you a good and nice squeeze like the ones you were acquainted to when she coiled against you for warmth, but this time she tightly constricted you with her tongue instead of her body. Shortly afterwards liberating you and gently placing you on her row of teeth, then proceeding to clasp you between her jaws, munching lightly and nomming/chewing your tiny body gently, giving you the best massage you could ever ask.

After all this period of mouthplay, which lasted for around 30 minutes to a full hour, she craned her head back, you started to slip on her orange tasting muscle as you felt how she was starting to swallow you. You smiled embarrassed as you found yourself rocked towards the throat, hindhooves first, and immediately you felt how the fleshy tunnel started to gently coax you inside, towards the stomach. A final peek of the now-open mouth was your last sight before your head was fully on her throat, as you were squeezed and massaged from every way while you went downwards…

But this time, you actually went downwards… and downwards… and downwards still… it was at about this time that you realized you were in a lamia’s stomach by now… and well… That explained why it felt like an endless throat. In any case, soon, the pushing forward stopped, as you were suddenly blocked in place and squished firmly and nicely, like a tight hug from a lamia friend, but even better. Her insides were warm, although way colder than your usual pred, most likely because she was cold blooded and all that. You smiled at your lack of ability to move, as you heard her say “A-are y-you o-okay? P-please tell m-me I’m not digesting y-you…” with a hint of worry, although her cute voice was muffled by the walls of flesh that engulfed you. You blushed idly, as you tried to speak “N-no… y-you aren’t d-digesting me, I-I’m fine… I a-actually love this…”. She smiled as she knew you were safe and sound, and, knowing that you enjoyed your stay, she said “I-I’ll… l-leave you t-there f-for a couple hours… I-I’ll regurgitate y-you afterwards… I-I h-hope y-you like m-my b-belly… hehe…” She giggled nervously as she let you inside of her, and proceeded to do her things, letting you relax and be comforted by the protection offered by being inside her.

This is a cute little kinky drawing (Like I usually make them, cutely kinky, that’s like my specialty!) was for my friend, the earlier one who said there could never ever be any kind of kinky hoof-fetish (How I hate using that word >.>’) art with lamias, and was like so vehement with that sentence it was unsettling for me and I drew exactly what he said there would never be :D. He didn’t ask me to draw this, but I drew it as a gift art for him, because I’ve got to admit he gave me an idea of what to draw when I was blocked (Stupid artist block).

So, as for the story, it resumes after the hoof related ones, because this is kinda like a continuation of the earlier drawing anyways, you don’t have to read them if you aren’t into hooves though. In any case, I hope any vore-enthusiast with lamias loves this pic, and I’m sorry to Badumsquish in advance if he doesn’t like his cute lamia being used for these things, I swear I’m sorry