Story by  Silverferet711

Battle of the Serpent Queens
Iaret’s Doom

Iaret, Empress of the Nile, Devourer of Dragons, Bane of the False Queen, and Archfiend Ascendant stood and awaited her challenger. Behind her stood a small vanguard of her finest warriors, though their instructions had been clear. This was to be fight of sorceress versus sorceress, and she would brook no interference. But a woman of Iaret’s stature couldn’t simply appear to a battlefield without a coterie of loyal servants. Such a thing was not done.
And to their credit, they waited patiently as the desert sun slowly set, stretching their shadows long and narrow against the sands. From Iaret’s titanic belly came a feeble movement, and the serpent empress chuckled to herself at the movement, giving her enormous dark blue flanks a gentle caress. “Soon, my sweet. Soon your wife will come, and join you within my belly where you both belong.”
As if on cue, the air opposite Iaret rippled, and from nothing and nowhere stepped her challenger.
Iaret raised a dark golden brow. She had expected…more.
Iaret herself was a grand sight. An enormous serpent, three times the height of any fur, and fattened on a thousand thousand sacrifices, such that she was nearly as wide as she was tall. Her great flowing coils had once been trim and svelte, but now they were resplendently soft and thick, to better show off her successes as conqueror and devourer of her foes. Her golden cybernetics gleamed in the setting sun, and her already-large belly was full of her most recent prey.
But the creature that stood before her? The dragon she had devoured had spoken of her with such confidence, such verve. She had been certain that Iaret would never be able to best her. That she, great serpent of the Nile, would be the one devoured. She’d been polite enough to maintain skepticism. But this? Skepticism was far too generous. Her foe was nothing.
She was a kobold of uncommon stature, that much Iaret allowed. But she stood barely taller than Iaret’s guards. And while she certainly was prodigious in girth, with a great belly barely contained by her robes that would have put lesser furs to shame…she was hardly a match for Iaret. Hardly a morsel, in fact, compared to the dragon that had talked up this little kobold.
“So,” Iaret said, her tone ringing out across the sands. “You are the one called Eliza, of the Clan Redburrow? The one spoken of so highly by the dragon?”
The kobold looked Iaret up and down, and with a jolt of irritation, Iaret noted that the kobold’s expression was…bemused? She held no trace of fear or awe, despite the magnificence of the one who stood before her. “And you’re the big lump Penny’s been gushing on about. You’re not so big as all that.” The kobold clicked her tongue. “Honestly, I’d have thought you’d be taller.”
Iaret lifted herself with some effort on her tail, standing at her full height, her great apron of belly sagging from the weight of the prey within. She glared down at the kobold, and with a whispered hiss of magic, compelled her shadow to fall across this challenger in defiance of the sun. “I am Iaret, morsel. Empress of these lands. I have conquered nations. Dethroned monarchs. Shattered false idols and devoured fiends, dragons, and gods. I am the greatest sorceress to ever walk the sands. A thousand greater beings than you have come before me, and look upon all they have accomplished.” She gently stroked the front of her belly, her voice lowering. “Look upon my body. My testament to all those I have bested and entombed within myself. Look upon me, and cower, for this is to be your fate.”
The kobold looked, tipping her wide-brimmed hat back a touch with a claw, raised a brow…and laughed. “Well, well, someone wants to get that A in drama class. Are we going to just stand there and flirt, or are we going to fight?”
Iaret forced her features into a hard mask, not allowing the simmering anger beneath to show. “So be it.” And she thrust out a hand, uttered a word in the tongue of ancients, and allowed the Power Cosmic to flow through her and out, right towards the kobold.
The kobold raised a hand, and a staff of dark steel appeared in her hands. She twirled it, and there was a sharp and sudden clang. The air shuddered, and grains of sand danced atop one another from the reverberation. The force of Iaret’s spell had rushed out toward the kobold…and met an immovable barrier. To Iaret’s trained eyes, she saw the twin magics collide and disperse into aethereal powder. She smirked. The kobold smirked back.
“Well, if we’re being polite about it,” she said, and thrust out her staff. Fire, brilliant and golden, blossomed in the air between them and shot forward. Iaret dodged, moving far faster than a creature of her immense bulk should have managed. She felt the heat sear against her back, but the enchantments she’d woven into her flesh protected her from the worst of it. She twisted and swiped a claw against the sands. The earth rumbled as a great geyser of sand and stone erupted forward, launching itself toward the kobold.
The kobold twirled, and vanished. Stone crashed into empty air, and Iaret saw the shadow fall across her. She twisted, and barely avoided as some enormous thing fell onto the ground where she’d been a moment prior. Then something pinkish red streaked across her vision, and she felt a great force smash against her belly. She gasped at the sudden pain, and rolled gracelessly away before getting her bearings.
Where the kobold had been stood a dragon, fully of a height to Iaret. And while the bulk on the kobold’s frame had been impressive, the dragon that now stood before her was truly a symbol of unrestrained gluttony. Her belly was so large it nearly dragged across the sands, her legs all as thick as tree trunks and rippling with fat. Her wings, while wide and flaring, seemed almost a joke. They were grossly insufficient to lift a creature of that dragon’s bulk into the air.
But the red-on-tan coloration left no doubt. The dragon and the kobold were one and the same.
“So, that is how your wife believed you would be able to devour me.” Iaret laughed. “I will say, your change of form is impressive. But I have bested dragons before. And while you are certainly larger than her…” she patted her great belly, which twitched ever so slightly in response, “I have room enough for both of you.”
Eliza growled, her face a mask of rage for the first time since her arrival. Iaret smiled as the dragon rushed her, her body jiggling with the force of the motion, and clearly unused to heaving about her bulk. Iaret had no such weakness, for long practice and her demonic strength made moving even with a bellyful of prey a simple thing. She dodged out of the way and whirled, a blade of darkened gold appearing in her hand to swipe at her foe.
Or, rather, where her foe had been. Iaret’s blade caught only empty air, and she whirled, trying to find where the kobold-turned-dragon had gone. But there was no sign of her.
From the wind came a chuckle. “Is that all you’ve got? And here I thought you were supposed to be smart.”
Iaret hissed, letting out a blast of power, purple-tinged lightning exploding from her in a great wave. If she couldn’t see the dragon, no matter. She would simply fill the battlefield with so much crackling death that none could avoid her.
“Behind you.” Came a whisper at her ear. She whirled, blade streaking forward with practiced motions. The dragon roared with pain as Iaret’s blade met her neck…and then that pained scream turned to laughter as the dragon dissolved into grains of sand.
“Missed me!”
Iaret roared, magic crackling. She spoke a word and allowed the Power Cosmic to fill her eyes and mind. Power pulsed from her, ripping aside the veil and showing fundamental forces underpinning reality. She turned, and found the dragon sitting calmly in the battlefield’s center.
“I have you now!”
The dragon raised a brow. “Do you?”
Iaret screamed out a triumphant word of power, calling down the hammer of the planet’s own gravitational field. Magnifying it. Transforming it into a righteous, divine fist. She smashed it down at the dragon’s body and…
Watched as it fell off her shoulders like water. The dragon grinned, flashing white teeth, and uttered a word. And Iaret, temporarily knocked off guard from having to expend so much arcane force, felt magic burn across her form. She growled, fighting the spellwork, bringing all of her sleeping enchantments to bear. But this…this…mortal fought her off at every turn. She allowed her blade to dissolve, re-absorbing its energy to help her fight.
That was when Eliza rammed her head directly into Iaret’s delicate belly. Full of squirming prey as it was, it was still sensitive. The air was driven from her lungs, and stars exploded across her vision. The incantation she had prepared in her mind fizzled and vanished, and she felt the iron vice of Eliza’s spell take hold of her.
The world blurred with sickening speed, and she felt her body twist and contort. She struggled, but it was useless. The momentum of her counterspell was utterly broken, and just when she had managed to gulp down a lungful of air, Eliza’s spell had already taken hold.
Iaret looked up. The dragon towered above her, an absolute titan. Iaret looked about in dismay, seeing the enormous figures of her guard, standing shocked and uncertain. She looked to the grains about her, tendered twenty times their normal size.
“Look at you now,” Eliza said, and picked Iaret up by the tail, swinging her effortless up into the air. “So much for the great queen of the Nile. You’re nothing but a worm now.” Eliza hesitated. “Barely even a mouthful.”
“No, don-,” but before Iaret could even finish, Eliza tossed her up and snapped her out of the air.
The dragon swallowed once, and the tiny creature that had been Iaret disappeared down into her gullet. She chuckled, sitting back on her hindquarters, and patted her belly.
“Well, well. So much for that.”
It didn’t take long for the spell to unravel. Eliza had expected it, after all. She’d layered the enchantments well enough that she knew the effort of undoing the spell would take most of Iaret’s reserves. But it was hardly an insurmountable obstacle. And so Eliza lay onto her side and let out a low moan as she felt the serpent expand inside her, first slowly, and then in a great rush.
Eliza fancied herself a glutton. And she’d managed to eat quite a bit in her time. Even Penny, at her full size, was a meal Eliza had managed in the past. It had been a struggle, but definitely doable. Iaret? Iaret was much larger. Eliza shuddered, legs kicking as her belly expanded to her size, and then began to tower above her, stretching and creaking to try and contain its massive meal. Eliza let out a whimper and a desperate belch as the growing serpent-fiend displaced the air in the tummy, but the pressure only grew and grew. “Oh gods,” Eliza whispered, claws clutching at the sands.
But just as she feared her belly might burst, the final bits of the spell faded, and Iaret returned to her full and considerable size. So tightly was she stuffed into Eliza’s belly that she could hardly move, and Eliza could see every contour of the snake against her own pale flesh. She let out a sickly burp, and though her stomach groaned and roiled and wished desperately to purge itself of its massive meal, Iaret wouldn’t be leaving the same way she came in. No matter how much her belly may have wanted it.
The pain was excruciating, but the pleasure…gods. The tightness, the burning heat, the feel of all of that weight crushing her beneath it…Eliza could hardly think from the strain of it. She certainly could hardly breath from how much her there was. She gasped and belched in equal measure, hoping for relief, and praying that it wouldn’t come. That she’d have another moment in blissful agony.
She had won. Barely, but she had won. And Iaret, for all her bluster, was now just another meal on Eliza’s waistline.
“When Penny…returns…” she gasped. “I hope she appreciates…how much bigger…URP…I’ll be. I’ll-BOOOOARRRP-need her…if I’m ever going…to be able to move. I should thank you, Iaret,” she slapped her belly and winced as it wobbled. “We’re definitely going to enjoy what you’ve added to me. Truly, a meal fit for a queen. You should feel…BRAAAAAAAARP…honored.”
And thus did Iaret, serpent of the Nile, find her end. Her doom. And thus did Eliza, of the Clan Redburrow, ascend to the highest heights of pleasure.

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