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Mighty coils and taught muscles shifted and tightened, the sound of tiny pony muscles squeezed under their ministrations, the wheezing gasps as they struggled to draw in desperate breaths were all positively music to her ears.

Even through the sounds of the record player scratching, fallen over in the corner of the little cabin she’d rigged up to lure in a few partygoers, she could savor their struggle, each feeble little wriggle or kick, each twitch of their tail. Those dopey, hap-hap-happy grins splitting their rapidly reddening faces, their ears splayed, and eyes wide and spilling tears of mirth and swirling in pretty pinks and fuschias just like her mane, coat, and beautiful scales was enough to draw a smattering of giggles and eager licking with her muscular, forked tongue.

But bestest, most super-dee-splenderriffic-duper, was their laughter.

That sweet, sweet uncontrollable laughter her special giggle stare instilled in all her friends.

Pinkie Scales clapped her hooves together and reached down to smush one of the mares’ tearstained cheeks together, squealing as the little dear shrieked and wriggled in her coils. Hooking the end of her tail around the mare’s neck, she drew her up just a little and shifted her coils to bare her quivering, sea green belly, and darted forth to blow a vicious raspberry.

The mare howled and writhed, Pinkie’s coils squeezed tighter, robbing her lungs of precious room to fill with air.

Rainbow Coils would probably take the chance to tell her prey all about how fun it was to hear them wheeze and try so hard to breathe. How it was “just plain cool.”

Pinkie simply leaned up and nuzzled each. “I’m so, so, so glad everypony’s had so much fun at Twister Tangle’s birthday party!” she cheered. The lamia beamed and flicked her tongue across another mare’s neck, a delicious tickle spot. “Are you all ready for your turn in Pinkie’s Pretty Pink Playhouse?”

As she spoke, Pinkie’s eyes filled with swirls of pink and fuchsia, swirling faster and faster, drawing her guests in before their empty little minds could think to look away.

Through their unyielding mirth, they nodded.

Gleefully, Pinkie squeezed them tighter. “Good! The others have moved a little further along, so there’s plenty of room! And don’t worry!” She patted a sizable lump in her coils, which squirmed and gave a muffled titter beneath her touch. “It’s nice and warm!”

She flicked her tongue. They smelled so yummy! So full of life and joy and laughter, Pinkie just couldn’t wait any longer!

That pretty little mare who so loved having her tummy raspberried would have her turn first.

“Come on in!” the lamia sang. “Make sure to wiggle extra once you’re inside so you can meet up with your friends quicker!”

Pinkie opened wide, her jaw unhinging to reveal a cavernous maw of dripping pink, as bright and squishy looking as bubble gum. Her throat relaxed to grant her giggling guest a peek into her depths, as she lowered herself over the mare’s head.

The moment she felt the mare’s muzzle pass her lips, Pinkie slathered her face with a warm, muscular tongue, moaning her delight. Her first bite brought her to those delicate shoulders, the mare giggled and cried, her body racked with mirth, and squirmed just as she’d been told.

Such a good little thing! She’d earned herself an extra bit of fun once she was swallowed.

Pinkie gave a merry sway of her hips, sending a rippling wiggle down her coils. She worked her jaws up the mare’s belly, teasing the tips of her tongue along the tender flesh—the little dear’s giggles tickled the back of her throat!

Just a little more. Though her spell would grip the mare’s mind long enough to see her giggling within Pinkie’s belly, it was far too late, even if it did fail. Her little treat’s head and shoulders were already past her throat, her mighty muscles squeezing and massaging and coaxing her deeper and deeper into a warm, wet embrace tailor made to turn her limbs into rubber and draw laughter until she reached her destination.

With one last slurp, Pinkie sucked in her tail and gave a big gulp, licking her lips. “Mmmm! Yummy!” She shifted up so her captives could see the lump their friend made in her thick coils, biting her lip as she poked and prodded at it. “Tickle tickle tickle!”

The lump quivered, muffled laughter sounded from within her coils, joining in chorus with the rest.

Beaming, Pinkie leaned in close to the stallion and let her eyes fill with swirls. “Your turn! Give us something funny, handsome! Something for you and this little cutie you were making eyes with!” She gave the mare an extra tight squeeze for emphasis. “How about a nice silly face like—” she stuck out her tongue and let it loll, crossing her eyes “—blehhhhhhhhh!”

The stallion let his jaw hang open, his tongue lolling just as she asked. His chest and shoulders shook with weak laughter, his poor crushed lungs just couldn’t keep it up.

Pinkie hoisted him up by his shoulders and turned him around so his hind legs dangled over her head, and looped the end of her tail around his forehead to hold him in place and let that pretty mare he crushed on stare at his dumbly grinning face. A chance for each to wheeze and sputter at how adorably silly they looked—he, lolling like a fool, and she smushed and caught in her coils—even as Pinkie began to eat him.

A flick of her tongue across his thighs made him jerk and wriggle, his mirth little more than whimpering squeaks.

So delicious! And so cute, wiggling down the back of her throat, his body twitching every so often as she loosened her coils and let him slide deeper until his head was caught by the muscles in the back of her throat in a warm hug, smushing his cheeks.

The mare sputtered and gasped, that wide grin upon her face manic. Her tongue lolled, much like her little boyfriend’s, she wriggled and shifted about in her coils and raised her head to bring her muzzle toward his like she hoped to give him a big kiss.

“Awwww! Let me help you with that, sweetie!” Pinkie crooned around him. She ran her tongue along the mare’s lips and stole a quick peck. Then, she opened wide to give her remaining snack a good look at her lover, still caught and working his way into her depths, and slackened her coils, shifting them so they would work like a ladder. “Room for one more!”

Clumsy, but eager, the mare climbed and shimmied her way into Pinkie’s waiting mouth. She gave a little croon somewhere near the back of Pinkie’s throat, and kissed him.

Pinkie closed her lips around the mare’s waist and tilted her head back, swallowing her little boyfriend’s head and drawing her deeper to keep them close. The lamia let her hooves wander up and down her coils, caressing and stroking each curve of their lumps, and moaned.

A big gulp sealed their fate. Together forever within her.

Together, forever a part of her.

“Welcome to Pinkie’s Pretty Pink Playhouse, everypony!” she called with a wicked grin. “Don’t you worry! Once you’re all tucked away and part of me, we’ll play together forever and give all the yummy little critters hugs!”

Humming, Pinkie closed her eyes and began to sway her hips, sending another rippling wiggle through her coils. She hugged herself tight, a blissful smile spread from ear to ear, listening to the muffled laughter, savoring how they squirmed beneath the constant squeezing, undulating motion and tickling caress of her gummy innards.

A heady blush spread across her cheeks, Pinkie let her jaw hang open and tongue loll. She quickened her pace, wiggling faster and faster to work them deeper, farther along her coils until they reached her belly, their lingering mirth spurring her onward. The lamia could feel a little burn just beneath her waistline, where silken pony coat met cool, smooth snake scales and came together just above the slightest parting of her scales and awaiting slit.

Her hips jerked, Pinkie’s eyes opened wide, then crossed and rolled back. She let out a deep moan and sent an upturned chair flying across the room with a happy swish of her tail.

“Mmmm~ Thanks for the snack, everypony,” she sang, patting that last lump in her coils. “You were all just as tasty and squirmy as you looked!”

Satisfied, Pinkie Scales relaxed and sank down to sprawl back across her coils. The length of her mighty body filled the room, pressing up against the walls.

She let out a belch and giggled. “We’re gonna have to take a little trip out into the sun and have a nap so I can digest you all,” the lamia crooned, eying each of the eight lumps in her coils adoringly. “We wouldn’t want to get a tummy ache, now, would we?”

Of course not. They were all so eager to join and play with her forever, they would never dream of causing trouble. All her little snacks wanted to become part of her quick and easy as could be.

Just ask those yummy cat traders who tried to cut through the forest a month ago.

Pinkie Scales lifted herself up with a groan and slowly began to slither outside, mindful of the door, but not so much of the tables, chairs, and snacks disturbed by her game. Once her coils no longer filled the tiny space, she pulled the door closed with a lazy flick of her tail. Somepony else could clean it. If any cared to come check in on that old house just within the Everfree Forest’s northern side.

Right now, it was nap time for partying lamias.

And guests.

Slowly, the lamia slithered through her forest home, a domain she shared with her girlfriends, all fellow lamias. Every creature, be they chattering squirrel or singing bird, went silent and fled her presence, all knowing they could just as easily join whatever she’d already eaten.

If Pinkie weren’t quite full, they just might.

She hummed a happy tune, her post-meal song, as Rarity Jewelhood would call it, and headed toward a nice clearing she knew nearby. A beautiful spot near the river, with a nice, big rock decorated with all sorts of funny drawings, positioned out in the sun.

At this hour, it would be nice and hot—perfect for sunbathing and a good nap.

But when Pinkie arrived at that happy clearing and laid eyes upon her chosen napping spot, she found it occupied. Or, at least, in use.

A unicorn mare of mulberry coat and neatly trimmed mane and tail a blend of blue, purple, and pink stood near the rock, her back facing Pinkie and eyes cast downward. Her horn was alight with a raspberry glow, holding a rather old book aloft.

She could smell the mare from here—dusty books, the iron bite of ink, dandelion and daisy salad, and a nice apple pie. And she wasn’t too skinny or too fat, just a little pudge in her belly, perfect for a big, sloppy raspberry. Why, she would bet it’d jiggle as the mare fell pray to her giggle stare.

Pinkie couldn’t help but lick her lips. Rarity could call her a glutton all she liked, but a yummy mare so close to a good napping spot was a rare gift indeed. Dessert, she decided, slithering quietly, quickly toward her new prey, will be Tittering Bookworm.

The lamia drifted closer, close enough that she could hear the tasty little dear muttering under her breath and her quill scratching away as she scrawled some notes in the margins. A studious one, smart by the sound of her.

A trick leapt to the forefront of her mind—an old classic.

Stuffing her hooves in her mouth, Pinkie Scales maneuvered the end of her tail about and made a loop like she’d seen Poison Apple do so many times before, and brought it into position just above the mare’s head. Unable to withhold it any longer, she gave a snorting laugh and brought her tail down over her prey’s head, covering her eyes.

“Ack! What the hay?” the mare yelped and bucked wildly, her book fell to the ground with a dull thud. She reared back on her hind legs, pawing at the tail obscuring her vision. She managed to get a hoof on it and, with one quick jerk, tugged it away from her face.

But Pinkie was waiting, hovering upside down, her eyes already alight and swirling. “Excuse me, reading mare,” she sang, giggling at the way the pony went stock still beneath her. “I couldn’t help but notice you looked a little too serious and could use a good laugh~”

The mare’s jaw dropped, her eyes wide as her pupils contracted and those pink and fuchsia swirls mirrored Pinkie’s. Her body slackened and relaxed.

“That’s a good little dear, now~” Pinkie trailed the tip of her tail along the mare’s belly, and began to wind her coils up her body. “Pleeeeeeeease! Laugh for meeeeeeee! Ghosty feathers tease your tummy! Snakey tongues upon your neck, and ears tooooooo! Laugh ‘till you can’t breathe, and resssssssssssst in peace!”

The corners of her mouth began to twitch into a dumb grin, her ears splaying and tongue lolling out. She gave a single, short laugh, but seemed to start. Nearly frightening herself out of the spell.

Pinkie held the mare’s face in place with her hooves and brought herself closer, the swirls spinning faster. “Giggleeeeeee!” she sang. “Titterrrrrrrrr! Laugh, ‘till your tummy aches and lungs buuuuuuuuuuurn! Feel my scales tickllllllllllllle, tasty little mare!”

A little giggle escaped the mare’s lips. Enough to crack her resistance enough to see her burst into a fit, her body wracked with the mirth Pinkie’s spell instilled in her, even as the lamia’s thick coils wound their way up her body, all the way to her shoulders so the tip of her tail could play teasing games with that delicate neck. A little squeeze coaxed forth a squeak, a sputter of laughter and rasping breath.

Much better.

Nuzzling her softly, Pinkie pushed more magic through her eyes. “Feathers teasing hoofsies!” she whispered and tightened her coils with each laugh and needing gasp, just a bit more and the mare would fall fully under her spell like the rest. “Mommy and daddy nuzzling a squirmy little filly!”

Images would fill her head, the phantom touches of friends and family summoned forth both by spell and the lamia’s suggestion made her wiggle and squirm in vain. Unable to escape the sensations or coils.

Pinkie ran the length of her tongue along her muzzle. Almost there! She leaned in closer still, until their foreheads nearly touched and sent her beautiful spirals so fast they blurred.

The mare jolted backward suddenly, her horn alight, and then, suddenly, Pinkie Scales’s world went a blinding, agonizing white.

Yelping and hissing a curse, Pinkie recoiled and covered her eyes, her spell broken and coils slackening around the little mare’s body. She heard a crack like a miniature bolt of lightning had struck, and tried to grab hold again, but found nothing.

Through the pain, the lamia forced her eyes open and blinked away the spots dotting her vision. Her coils, she found, were quite sadly empty of pretty, tasty mare.

“Huh,” she said, nonplussed. “That’s new.”

Since when could giggly, squirmy little mares fight off her special giggle stare enough to use higher magic like that?

A second crack but a few pace to her left drew a flick of her ear. Pinkie Scales turned, those pesky spots finally cleared from her eyes, and spotted her prey struggling to stand, her little body wracked with mirth.

Her spell might have failed, but it would only take a little more to drag her back under and dunk her head beneath the proverbial waters for good.

Alternatively, she always had her fangs. Her venom.

Pinkie readied to strike. Her venom would tickle from the inside and have that tasty mare positively twitching, unable to stop laughing until long after she’d hit Pinkie’s belly. Not quite as fun as her giggle stare, but just as effective.

With a triumphant hiss, she lunged, her fangs unfurled and bound for the mare’s exposed neck.

But this time, her prey was ready. In a flash of blinding white and crack of lightning, the mare vanished a mere instant before Pinkie could sink her fangs into her vulnerable flesh.

Pinkie didn’t have enough time to slow herself before she hit her sunbathing rock face first. Stars burst behind her eyes, the lamia slumped to the grown with a groan, clutching her injured snout.

Through a heavy fog, she heard that mare appear in another crack, still fighting against her mirth. She stumbled about, giggling and gasping as she fled into the forest in a clumsy, aimless stagger.

The opposite way from the nearest town.

Slowly, Pinkie raised her head, her eyes flashing angrily. “That,” she hissed, “wasn’t funny.”

Calm, relaxing nap to digest her meal be damned. The furious lamia flicked her tongue to catch her prey’s scent once more, slithering after her as quickly as she could. She would rest once she’d made that mare laugh herself into hysterics rubbing and kissing each lump in her coils.

Her tittering bookworm would get quite familiar with her future playmates before she went to meet them.