Queen Beryl awaited atop her flowery throne for the foolish Sailor Scouts to arrive, eager to achieve the Dark Kingdom's final victory by wiping away the last traces of the Moon Kingdom's existence. This carefully prepared battlefield would bear witness to her glorious victory, and herald her status as the greatest of sorceresses to have ever existed. If she could exterminate those pitiable girls, Queen Metalia would surely grant Beryl greater access to the overwhelming powers of the Negaverse. The only trouble that anxiously gnawed at the slender woman's proud mind, was the unlikely resilience the Sailor Scouts suddenly enjoyed against her powerful augury magic.
The sorceress had been unable to keep tabs on the five feminine thorns in her side, and so prepared enchanted countermeasures to ensnare each Sailor, preying upon their respective weaknesses. Queen Beryl would personally confront Sailor Moon herself, while the mighty lunar champion's guardians were disunited and disposed of by her minions and traps. But, when an ominous sliding noise rapidly approached Queen Beryl's personal dais, the powerful enchantress was caught off-guard by the failure of her scrying charms. A hissing voice rose out from behind, "Hey, Queen Beryl, check it out."
The imperious Dark Kingdom witch whirled about in shocked confusion, both perplexed and alarmed by the sight before her. An ophidian creature laid below, scales gleaming with ivory splendor, serpentine frame gliding about in a knot of sinuous coils. The snake woman wore a customized mockery of Sailor Moon's outfit, her cobra-like hood decorated with crescent jewelry and topped with a bejeweled headpiece. Queen Beryl finally managed to stammer back a shocked reply, as the naga woman's bifurcated tongue flickered about below, "W-what is the meaning of this? Are you some kind of monstrous messenger from Queen Metalia? Why are you wearing the shameful garb of our sworn enemy?"
The coiled lamia gave a halting hiss, Beryl gradually recognizing it as laughter, as the creature raspily responded, "Time for the big reveal. I turned myself into a snake, Beryl! What do you think about that? I'm Snake Sailor Moon!"
Beryl stared aghast at the coiling viper humanoid below her. The fearless creature had a feminine, if scaly, torso above the waist, but the rest of her tapering length was a snake-like tube. The lamia creature had no limbs except for a pair of long, graceful arms, confusing Queen Beryl who could hardly reconcile this serpentine horror with the girly, meek enemy who had thwarted her machinations for so long. "Y-you're lying! What type of trick is this? Are you one of the fucking cats? Where are the rest of the Sailor Scouts!?" Queen Beryl shouted, her voice growing increasingly shrill and anxious as she nervously questioned the coiled beast-woman.
The Sailor Moon Snake's scaly snout drooped sheepishly at the mention of the Sailor Scouts. The tapering end of her scaly body thumped against the ground anxiously as the snake woman explained, "I ah, well...I found my new form gave me a wickedly fierce appetite, something about my metabolism is just going crazy right now...I couldn't help myself and, um...I ate all the other Sailor Scouts! I feel really bad about it!"
Queen Beryl shot the naga an unreadable, twitching expression, eventually stammering out, "W-what the fuck is this? I thought you Moon Kingdom guardians were about justice and honor, you expect me to believe any of this ghastly tripe? This is all a trick, your battle sisters are poised to ambush me!" Beryl's fearful eyes scanned about the ominous battlespace, which thrummed with Negaverse energy, but otherwise did not stir.
Sailor Moon Snake just shrugged her scaly arms in resignation, casually responding, "Whatever. Anyway, I'm going to eat you now. I really can't think of anyone that deserves it more, and you look...Filling, I guess is the word I'd use." Upon finishing, the scaly snake girl heaved up and reached for Beryl expectantly. The grizzled dark magician leapt into action as the threat escalated, raising her arms and bathing the ivory serpent in shimmering waves of magical energy from the Negaverse.
"Face total annihilation, malformed reptile! If you are truly the last of the Sailor Scouts, suffer for you final, foolish blunder!" Queen Beryl's tall, graceful frame pulsed with power as she flung beam after beam of destructive spellcraft upon the coiled form below, eventually relenting in total exhaustion. The haughty sorceress was filled with a long-forgotten and paralyzing mortal fear, as the Sailor Moon Snake still placidly laid below, staring up at Beryl with calm, slit-pupil eyes. Her alabaster scales were steaming slightly from the intense magical emissions, but otherwise unmarred by Beryl's most ferocious destructive spells.
Arching her back and flexing her rippling, serpentine frame languidly, Sailor Moon Snake primly responded, "Yeah, it's kind of weird, but I think after I ate the other Sailor Scouts I ended up absorbing all their powers as they digested...slowly. It was really weird and gross, I kept hearing these whimpers and burbling noises as I tried to sleep them all off and...Anyway, you don't need to hear this. I'll just show you what I mean." Beryl took the opportunity to attempt a teleportation spell, but found her powers bizarrely fizzling as the predatory naga slithered up close. The once-mighty heir-apparent of the Negaverse shrieked and clawed wildly at the scaly fingers grasping about her legs, dragging Beryl to the crackling ground.
"N-no! Don't do this, I...I can orchestrate a meeting with you and Queen Metalia! Powers beyond your imagination are close at hand, you clearly have what it takes to join our-- S-stop ripping my clothes off!" The redheaded sorceress desperately tried to crawl away from the overpowering serpent woman, as Sailor Moon Snake casually began tearing her opulent, tight-fitting robe to shreds. The pair tussled and squirmed upon the ground, until it quickly became apparent Queen Beryl was no match for the assertive, forceful snake girl. Once entirely stripped, the naga leered down at Beryl's pleading face, her scaly snout inch's from the once-mighty sorceress' button nose.
"Your weird shoulder spikes look kinda pointy, so I'm going to swallow you feet-first, 'kay, Beryl? Cute feet, by the way," The ophidian Sailor Moon commented, as she slithered down and began unhinging her squamous muzzle wide. Despondently despairing, Beryl could barely find the strength to try to kick the predatory naga's encroaching lips away, as they settled about her dainty feet and thin ankles. Queen Beryl began releasing a litany of semi-incoherent pleas and promises while her willowy legs were gummed down the serpent's maw, the sorcerer woman's voice low and moaning with shock, like a frightened animal.
"N-no, you can't! This is wrong, remember you stand for justice and righteousness and goodness and shit! Y-you can't just eat me alive, I don't want to be digested! I'm the most powerful magical practitioners of all time, this isn't fair! At least give me a quick, clean warriors death!" the writhing redhead pleaded continuously, the engulfing serpent woman seemingly ignoring her cries. Beryl became hopeful as the Sailor Moon Snake's pitiless gaze shifted to her face for a moment, as the creature attempted to respond. But, the naga's mouth was utterly occupied with Queen Beryl's scissoring thighs, and the hungry serpent eventually relented and just continued gumming the feisty woman down with systematic swallowing motions.
Queen Beryl wildly clawed at the ground, desperate for something to hold onto as she sank deeper into the undulating throat of the horrid predator. Sailor Moon Snake's voracious determination was relentless, however, and the unwilling woman sank deeper and deeper into the yawning, pink maw of the ophidian huntress. The distraught prey woman turned her head, morbidly watching the outline of her kicking legs descend down her devourer's scaly length. Beryl's long, beautiful red hair laid mopped about the cold ground while the slender woman sank deeper into the serpentine predator. As the snake's white-scaled lower jaw began toying about Beryl's perky breasts and nipples, the hysteric villainess mewled, "P-please...Your throat is so tight, just show me some mercy. I can feel every inch of my body getting squeezed and wrenched by your gullet...M-mercy, mercy, please..." As Beryl's babbling words trailed off into incoherence, Sailor Moon just heaved her elastic mouth forward, incrementally enveloping the once-proud witch with intentional slowness.