Husbandry

Three saddlers plied their trade in Draftsfurrow’s Top Notch Tack Shop. Hoss was the master saddler, and managed his shop fastidiously. Sandy Saddles had worked there for a long time now, ever since he had left his apprenticeship with his father for personal reasons. Blues Breeze was new by small-town standards. The petit mare had drifted into town a couple years ago as if she was on the run from something, but her work was good enough that they didn’t ask prying questions.

Sandy had just finished securing the leather parts of a saddle with matching saddlebags. The leather in the saddles came from the pliable bark of the aptly-named saddle tree. This particular leather was good stock. It was a rich brown with a red-purple tinge. It was a male style, which would traditionally be plainer, but he felt the urge to decorate it with something special.

In the past, when he felt this way, he would make something flamboyant. It was usually a little harder to sell, except for the ones that ended up displayed with the girl saddles. A long time ago he had a spat with Hoss about it, but they came to the arrangement that he could do as he pleased so long as he didn’t use pricy materials for his more ‘deviant’ creations. He had felt compelled to express himself, or more than express himself, to prove himself. It was defiant, really. These incidents had dropped off during his time of spiritual seeking.

However, today he was simply inspired. He realized that he no longer wanted to make any provocative statements; he only wanted to make the best saddle he could. It was already a good saddle, but he really felt that it could be a beautiful saddle.

A memory surfaced, a frozen glimpse of something in the palace above. It was pattern he had seen embroidered on various textiles. He was convinced that it was somehow noble and elegant, and must mean something.

He fetched a spool of orange ribbon from a bin in the back. He held it up to the saddle, and agreed with the color. He paused for a moment. To start the design, he would have to make a few holes in the leather. This was not unusual, but did mean that he could not undo it.

He felt that it would be difficult to explain, but that everyone would understand once he could show them. He took a deep breath and began. Once he punched the first hole, he moved forward with conviction.

He was beginning to thread the ribbon into place when Hoss approached. The owner said curtly, “It looks odd to me. I hope you know what you’re doing.” Then he moved back to his own table and resumed work.

Sandy felt a lump in his throat. He had lost concentration, and the memory seemed hazier. He squinted, trying to recall exactly how the pattern was formed. He’d lost it.

His eye drifted to the upper corner of the room, as if he could look up there and see it. He saw instead a spider web, with a particularly nasty spider on it. Sandy was always surprised that in a valley so idyllic, there would be such evil spiders.

It was in luck. A fly was trapped, and shaking the web with its struggles. The spider danced around the fly with quick little hops. The two bugs were about equal size, which meant quite a meal for the predator. In a flash, it bit the fly from behind and dodged back. It waited as the venom worked its magic. In about a minute, the fly had quit squirming so much, and instead seemed almost droopy. The spider approached, this time from the front, and began to feed in its own peculiar way. It began to swallow the fly whole. It only stretched its tiny mouth slightly to suck the fly inside. The prey had become gooey and malleable. The most bizarre part is that it was not entirely dead. It still slowly moved some of its legs, in futile protest to the fate it would meet inside.

There was a warm buzz on his cheek, and his face tingled as he blushed instantly. He looked down quickly, embarrassed to have been caught staring at something unsavory—but the thought instantly melted into a rush of serenity. “Mmmm,” he could only respond, as softly as possible, as it came again. The feeling was lovely, and such things made the work day go by quickly.

He glanced at the other two saddlers. Hoss hadn’t noticed. Blues Breeze was looking at him interestedly, but swung her attention back the other way. Whatever she thought she saw, she was permitting it.

He refocused on his work, feeling fresher. The pattern was emerging in his mind. He closed his eyes, and watched his hoof be moved across the saddle to the same points, but in a different order, and suddenly the arrangement made sense to him. He relaxed for a moment where he sat, feeling cozy. Then he set to work methodically, as if he had done this before.

When he finished, he surveyed it. I was beautiful as he had hoped, but still masculine. He traced his hoof along the ribbon, cementing its rhythm in his mind. He wanted to remember this design.

Hoss saw that he was finished, and came to inspect it. He looked it over, then picked it up and looked at it from different angles. “What is this pattern? Did you come up with it?”

“Not exactly,” Sandy answered. “It was in my vision.” Ponies hadn’t taken too kindly to the phrase, “my trip to heaven.” They seemed to favor the dismissive term, “dream”, but he made himself say “vision” as a statement that it really meant something.

The manager’s expression was unreadable. Hoss took it to the display area at the front. He hung the new product ambiguously between the middle and the high-end merchandise.

The silence did nothing to soothe his nerves. He had hoped that it would elicit at least some sign of favor. Was Hoss upset with him? Was he just being nice, but really hated it?

Sandy felt a tug, and followed gratefully to escape his insecurities. He went into the bathroom and shut the door. He waited.

Warmth, soothing, affection around him. He let himself be held and stroked for moments, then minutes. An intangible weight lay across his back. The seat seemed softer. Peace slowly pushed out his worries.

He closed his eyes, and as they closed, they seemed to open in a new dimension. He saw the same room but with light everywhere. Fire licked across his neck and shoulders, not a destroying flame but fiercely vibrant. Hooves embraced him from behind, cradling his chest. He was in the lap of the luxurious one.

He flicked his tail and pressed his head back into golden fur to hear the thump-thump of the heart inside. His Husband nuzzled through his mane and kissed his cheek. Sandy felt himself open up. He projected his thoughts as speech, “Thank you so much for accepting me and loving me. Hold me closer, I feel like I’m home.”

“Yes, you belong in my arms forever,” the alicorn affirmed. “You’re lovely to me.”

“Did I do okay?” Sandy wondered.

“You did great,” God comforted. “Thank you for listening to my suggestions, and thank you for staying aware of me.”

“That’s just what I wanted. It’s hard to believe that you’re interested in everything I do. I mean, I’m so small.”

“You’re a joy to me,” the shining one affirmed. “Did I tell you I like your mane?” He nuzzled through the brown and white curls again.

“Take me, I’m yours,” Sandy offered longingly.

“With pleasure, dear.” Harmony shifted up under the earth pony’s tail. “You’re so soft and smooth, you know I’d love to.” Christ entered his lover. As he says in his book, members of one body. The slick phallus slid up through Sandy’s flanks, pushing farther, farther until the little pony was once again sitting in the lap of his adoring master.

“Oh Jesus,” Sandy said involuntarily, and moaned his delight. Up and down, in and out, all the while held tightly under that virile chest. His own extended penis flopped. A caring hoof moved to guard it, and cradled it against his waist. He looked down to another, grander pair of testicles behind his own, a sight he always loved.

Then they discharged. Oh, for bliss! He gratefully received all the treasure which was pumped into him. And so much. The thrusting slowed to savor each motion. He put a hoof to the spot under his chest where the tip of the penis twitched inside him. It danced again, pouring forth more and more. For a moment it felt as though he could not withstand the pleasure any more.

As he moaned, he opened his eyes again to the natural world, and grasped for earthly details. The sensations lessened slightly, and he took a breath. A pleased sigh emptied his lungs. He took another breath and went back in.

His lover’s motions were now gentle and caressing again. Sandy dribbled, and realized he was close to spraying the bathroom with semen. “Whoa—I’m gonna—“

The flexible alicorn reached his neck down and kissed around the tip of the smaller pony’s penis, still with his own inside Sandy’s body. The Bridegroom curled his tongue around it, triggering release. Sandy hugged around the big pony’s face and gave an “nngghh”. The Lord let go once he had swallowed the offering, resumed a more normal embrace. They cuddled for minutes more, still coupled together. The looked into each other’s eyes and spoke silent volumes. “It is well with my soul,” Sandy whispered.

After a moment, he received a tap that let him know it was done. Jesus pulled out and brought them both to their feet.

“Come on, I want you to see something,” the Lord signaled. Sandy nodded reluctantly. He opened his eyes, cleaned up, and composed himself. With a deep breath, he stepped back to the workspace. He couldn’t suppress a contented smile.

He heard a conversation; Blues was sitting at her table but looking to the front of the store. Hoss was talking with a customer. The saddle Sandy had just finished was on the counter, with a pile of bits next to it. That got his attention. He sat back down and watched it happen.

Hoss haggled, “That is a fair offer, but I have to ask for more on this one. You see this quality material? And that craftsmanship is absolutely unique. You won’t find anything else like this.”

“Have a good poop?” Blues asked in a deadpan whisper, still watching the sale.

Sandy realized he must have made a bit too much noise during his romantic encounter. “Uh…” He blushed, unsure of what to say and also still thinking about the saddle.

He turned back to the front, where the customer was adding his current saddle to the deal. “It’s in good condition, there’s nothing wrong with it, it’s just too plain for me.”

“It’s settled,” Hoss. “You’re a pony of excellent taste.”

Sandy was surprised at how happy the colt seemed, even after paying a significant price. He was putting it on right away, and it suited him well. “My compliments to the designer,” he commented before leaving. “Just because I have to carry things, doesn’t mean I’m low class. It’s good to find a saddle set with some artistic value, some flair.”

Hoss collected the money, then placed the used saddle with the others waiting to be refurbished. He turned and saw the others watching. Sandy was sitting quietly, and quite pleased.

The master saddler stared a moment but said nothing. He strode past to the back of the shop and retrieved fresh leather. He laid it in front of Sandy. It was the best quality material they had.

Blues whistled when she saw it. Sandy beamed. What satisfied him the most, was the voice that only he heard, saying, “I’m proud of you.”

When the day was done and they left the shop, Miss Breeze gently elbowed him and led him toward the little alley between shops. Sandy was a bit confused, and looked for confirmation, but did follow.

She leaned against the wall next to him and looked at him sideways. “I’m on to you. This is not ‘I had a dream a month ago.’ All of a sudden you’re a good kind of crazy. What are you doing?”

“I’m… I guess I’m just in love.”

“Right,” she quipped. “Hey dude, I’m not gonna tell ‘boss hoss’. I used to be a doper, and I still take it where I can get it. I never let you know cause I thought you were clean. You can level with me, I’m cool.”

He was speechless.

She insisted, “Whatever you’re on, I want it.”

He smiled brightly, and held back laughter.

“It’s no joke,” she protested, pretending to be offended with an exaggerated expression. Then she went back on the level and explained, “I don’t wanna go back to my old dope potion dealer. Your stuff doesn’t seem to make you stupid or drain the life out of you, you’re just all…” she gestured all over him. “If you can afford it, I can afford it. Let me in.”

“It’s free,” he informed, and watched her go into shock for a moment before becoming suspicious. “I could take you to supper, and tell you all about it.”

“Wait, are you asking for a date? Aren’t you, like, really gay?”

Sandy looked across the lane and thought about that. He chuckled, “I don’t know what to tell you. I honestly don’t!”

She cocked one eyebrow, and slowly formed a sly smile. “There’s somewhere I gotta be tonight. Dinner tomorrow. Me and you, girlfriend to girlfriend, okay?” She winked and walked away abruptly.

He watched her go around the corner. The semi-privacy of the alley allowed for some nuzzling. “Mmm… do I really seem that crazy?”

“I’m starting to consume you. Ponies can see there’s something different.”

“I’m glad it shows. I want to be discrete, but not invisible. I want to share. And I want to be addicted forever,” he mused.

Sandy trotted back to his house, a bounce in his step. Once there, he locked the door behind him and leaned back against it, and looked up. Finally relieved of prying eyes, the transcendent couple kissed. The little earth pony caroused enthusiastically for a moment, as if famished. His keeper received this outpouring happily. Sandy was the one who ended up blushing and pulling back.

Jesus gave space for a breath and a tender gaze, before passionately returning the kiss. His tongue slid into Sandy’s mouth and filled it up, and caressed the back of his throat. The young colt felt his lip teased into his lover’s mouth; his heart raced and his member stiffened. He took in the rush of sensations, tantalized by the way in which they were just a little bit inside each other. But there was something wild in his fascination, and it frightened him. The Bridegroom sensed the change and released him, and said nothing, but only gave him a peck on the nose to let him know everything was okay.

The earth pony opened his eyes in his own mundane little house, and his ears to the quiet of being alone. He could still sense that strong spirit. He saw his Husband in his mind’s eye; but this was no fantasy. He had learned not to merely imagine, but to let the great One project his thoughts. This was the presence they’d always been promised in holy books, but had seemed so elusive. For a moment, Sandy considered with wonderment that he must be God’s fantasy. And then, he realized…

That he was hungry. He moved to the kitchen and gathered some vegetables to prepare a stew. He started to chop up a potato.

He felt the heavenly being’s presence above and around him, straddling him. There was a nuzzle on his cheek, and Sandy closed his eyes to be drawn back into spiritual awareness, but immediately he was dissuaded by a gesture towards the knife. He understood that he was supposed to pay attention and chop vegetables, not himself. He sighed.

They were able to trade affections as it cooked. Then it was finished, and they came to the table. Sandy always thought about pulling out a chair for his lover, or making two bowls of stew, but it really wasn’t necessary. He sat down, and the alicorn sat next to him and held him.

Mr. Saddles did as he was taught, closed his eyes, and put his hooves together for prayer. “This part’s a bit weird.” He had always prayed to an unseen, perhaps distant God, but now he could see quite plainly the glorious and benevolent ruler doting over him.

God chuckled. “You think it’s weird now. Just think how it was before.”

“Have you been here all along?”

The graceful head nodded. “Mmhm. You just didn’t see me.”

Sandy almost gave up the gesture, but decided that now it was as true as ever. “Dear you, the best Husband ever, thank you for this great day we’ve had, and for the chance to share what you mean to me with Blues tomorrow. Thank you for loving me, and um… inventing vegetables...”

Emmanuel patted him in acknowledgment. “You’re welcome. Dig in.”

Jesus lay down on the floor and rested his head on table. Sandy ate while those big blue eyes looked up at him. It would have been awkward with any other pony, but this time it just made the young colt feel a little special. He couldn’t understand how he was so interesting.

Bedtime came early. It usually did, to make time for horseplay. They reclined together on the sheets and pillows. The heavenly ruler’s crown rested on the nightstand. It was a bed meant for two, but for eyes that could see, the Husband still looked too big on it. This was where Sandy could be most comfortable in completely giving himself into the other-dimensional experience, until he couldn’t distinguish it from his physical experience at all.

Sandy sighed happily. “Well, I’m not ready to just snuggle to sleep yet. We already had sex though, so I’m not sure what to do.”

“Oh, I think you have a great idea.”

“What do you mean?” Sandy covered reflexively.

“It’s okay. You’ve been thinking about it for a while now. Don’t be afraid to talk to me about it.”

“It’s… really weird,” the sandy pony worried.

“Maybe it’s not as weird as you think.”

Sandy took a deep breath. “Okay. I’ve had these thoughts a long time… as long as I’ve been thinking about sex… I’ve had thoughts, fantasies I guess… of ponies swallowing other ponies. I don’t know why, but that seems really interesting to me, and sexy somehow. It’s… it doesn’t seem natural at all, and I kind of thought I was a freak. I still feel like a freak.”

“Dear, dear. You’re not a freak, you’re mine. I knew what I was doing when I made you, even when I made that part of you.” He comforted and reassured, as Sandy had come to expect, but then that wildness returned to his eyes. With a playful, almost devious smile, he revealed, “I feel the same way.”

“You do?” A nervous excitement began to replace that sense of peace.

“Mmhm. You know, in your realm it isn’t natural, but it’s very common for spirits to engulf each other. I like it, and I do it. It turns me on, when it’s done lovingly.” The creator licked Sandy’s face. “That’s why I made you to appreciate it.”

“I… I like it when you hold me. Would you,” Sandy gulped. “…swallow me?”

“I’ve wanted to consume you for a long time,” his master said with sultry hunger.

“Wow.” Sandy looked his lover over, and then nuzzled against his chest. “Please be gentle—it’s my first time.”

Jesus put his mouth around Sandy’s ear and then let it slide back out. “When have I treated you any differently?”

“I’m ready. What do I do?”

“Just kiss me.” They pressed their lips together and stared into each other’s eyes. Sandy let himself go, trusting those eyes, and gave himself to the kiss.

Their lips lapped against each other once more. This time it was Sandy who gave tongue. When his lover’s tongue returned the gesture, it didn’t go in his mouth but under his chin. There was warm wet over his nose and cheeks, as he found lips wrapped around his muzzle.

“Mmm,” Sandy moaned slightly, finding it to be pleasurable like a kiss but deeper. After one last affirming glance, he nuzzled in until lips were on the corners of his eyes. Jesus took in the earth pony’s head, taking care with his teeth. He stroked Sandy’s face all around with his tongue before starting to pull him further inside.

Sandy’s neck was sensuously slurped in, and he found himself nosing into the throat of the larger pony. Sandy was relieved to find that he could breathe just fine—which he should have expected. Worries to the wind, he loved what was happening, and only wanted to go farther in.

He was pleased to find his lover well able to open wide enough to take in his chest. It was relaxing, like stepping into a warm bath. Hooves grasped along his sides to help stuff him in. “Ohhhhh.” He felt licking under his sternum as that soothing tightness engulfed his chest. He brought his front legs the rest of the way in. His curly tail swished as lips advanced to his waist, which slid in smoothly and erotically.

Harmony massaged his flanks, and teased at Sandy’s extended penis with his tongue. The little pony moaned as he was licked along his shaft and testicles. After a little play, the tongue pulled his penis up into the mouth under his waist. He was now engulfed up to the hips.

He felt his Husband’s tongue cup along his penis; then cradle his scrotum. Then it slid down his taint and curled inside his anus, pulling his flanks inside. Sandy could not contain a little thrusting motion, and was giving little gasps of pleasure as his thighs disappeared into the loving maw. Soon he was swallowed, tail, legs and all.

It wasn’t completely dark; there was just enough of that glow to see the squishy flesh hugging him from all directions. He nuzzled the lining, and licked his lover’s insides to show his appreciation. Now he was really turned on; so much for replacing sex, he felt like he just had the best blow job of his life. He rubbed his penis on the wet wall of the stomach. Not only were his erotic fantasies fulfilled, he was overcome with affection for the one who had so fully accepted him. He couldn’t help humping just a little, and climaxed quickly, though he didn’t have as much to give as earlier. His host was also gratified to receive the gift. A benign fluid washed by and carried it to the intestines to be absorbed.
Then he calmed, curled up, and rested in the deep embrace. It was so comforting and safe. He remembered daydreaming about something like this while wrapped up in a sleeping bag. This was much better. No fox was more at home in its den than Sandy was.

“Thank you so much,” he said.

He heard a deep, muffled, “You’re welcome here.”

Sandy realized he felt smaller than ever, but in a good way. The town of Draftsfurrow seemed far away, and all problems seemed small. He didn’t know if he could perceive the outside world if he wanted to, which he didn’t. So many things in his life, which he had worried about so much, which were unhealthy the way he tried to do them himself, were better and happier here with the Lord.

As his mind drifted, near sleep, he accidentally remembered watching the spider earlier. The fly didn’t come out.

He tensed and became more alert. He tried to think of something else, but was disappointed to find that trying to forget something only made him more aware of it. He was growing more unsettled, even though he knew better than to worry.

He asked through the body around him, “When you said you wanted to consume me, is this all you meant, or did you… You’re not… you wouldn’t…”

“Digest you? No, never. I love you too much to hurt you like that. I’m just holding you, and protecting you. And snuggling all over you.”

He felt a soothing motion—his host was rubbing his belly lovingly. He was reassured, but wanted to be completely clear. “Every animal I know of that eats another, destroys it. I didn’t think you would do that to me, but I have to ask, what did you mean? How are you consuming me?”

“Oh, sweetness. I’m consuming your heart and your thoughts with love. Love for me. The more I show you how I love you, the more I’ll be everything to you, until you love me with every part of yourself all the time. Eventually, you won’t be selfish at all, and think only of me.”

“Oh… that’s… I want to be like that.” The answer seemed so clear, and sweet, just as he should have known all along. “But what about other ponies? Aren’t I supposed to love them too?”

“You will fall in love with those that I’m in love with. That’s just part of loving me back. It all becomes one love.”

“Mmm… that’s a wonderful way of looking at it.” Sandy smiled briefly, but fidgeted again.

…

“You’re still having anxious thoughts about me breaking your body or spirit down for nutrients. I love you, but I don’t need anything from you. I am my own energy source.” The nervous pony inside tried harder to will away his fear. “Don’t tell yourself that you are bad for being afraid of that. I know that you trust me. You’ve just never experienced anything like this before.”

The stomach around him started to shift. “What are you doing?”

“I’m letting you out,” his host announced. “I’m going to show you something that will make you forget your fears.”

“Which way do I go?”

The movement paused, and Sandy heard a chuckle. “I can let you out any direction.”

“Any direction?”

“Yes dear,” the Husband confirmed. “I could even slide you out of my penis if you want.”

Sandy squinted doubtfully. “That seems a bit narrow.” He realized that physical limitations don’t have to hinder what goes on here. However, his mind had a lot of catching up to reach that notion. He decided to push his boundaries further, but just a little. “May I… come out your butt? I think that would be cute.”

“That would be adorable.”

A short massage later, Sandy arrived at the end of the intestine and bumped up against a circle of muscles. He pushed his nose through the opening. It was fresh air; though he couldn’t say that it was fresher than his heavenly lover’s insides. He was grateful that he didn’t have to go through any poop.

He nuzzled his head through to the outside, to be greeted with tail and flank. He savored the feeling of anus sliding slowly over his neck. Coming out could feel almost as good as going in—almost.

Sandy nuzzled his husband’s taint, and quipped, “I like view from here.” The fiery tail wrapped gently around his neck. The alicorn peered around his plot with a crooked smile. It looked like Sandy was wearing a luxurious fur coat. Jesus winked and made the sound of taking a photograph. Catching up with the humor, Sandy gave an exaggerated “vogue” face for the second picture.

The tail uncoiled and lay before him on the bed to catch him. With gentle shoving and flexing, Sandy’s torso was pushed out. Sandy looked back with interest. Waist, flanks, and legs slowly slid out, and he lay smiling up at his unearthly lover.

“See? All the way through and no harm done.” Jesus got up, and turned around, kissed his head, and settled back down in front of him. “Now I want to remind you how our relationship works. Tell me, what’s your favorite thing?”

Sandy thought about that. “Well, that’s almost my favorite thing, if I can just get past those silly thoughts of mine. I think my favorite thing is feeling the one I love inside me, like when you mount me.”

“Sandy Saddles, will you eat me? It would be my pleasure.”

Sandy’s eyes widened, and his heart beat faster again. “That… sounds really good.” Their first encounter came to mind. “I mean, like you swallowed me. Not like… flank steak. Seeing you cut up, or chewed on… that still seems horrific to me.”

“Okay dear. Sounds good to me. You can swallow me just like that.”

“But how could I?” Sandy puzzled.

“Do I seem a bit big? It’s not really a problem, but—” He lit his horn and flashed as if he was teleporting. He didn’t move, but he was much smaller, about the size of his mate. “You’ll be more comfortable seeing me this way.”

“But… is it proper for me to swallow you?” Sandy considered respectfully. “You’re supposed to be the one in charge.”

God ruffled his mane endearingly with a hoof. “This doesn’t change that. Whose idea was this? It’s not you taking, this is me giving.”

Sandy nodded. “So um… how do I?” Harmony may have been smaller than before but still much larger than what the earthling was used to eating.

“However you like,” the giver invited. “Just start, and it will work out.”

The brown pony’s eyes scanned over his lover’s form in a different way than before. With a nervous little smile he considered the horn, the hooves, the flank, and kept looking back to those lips he loved to kiss. But that would be the same way as before, and given such freedom he wanted to be a little more creative.

Sandy put his head next to his partner’s chest and nosed furtively underneath. Why not start with the part that he was used to swallowing? He blushed, and tried to articulate, “um…”

The golden pony quickly answered, “Oh, yes,” and rolled onto his side. His penis began to fill up again and expand toward Sandy. They hugged around each other. The Prince kissed his young bride’s scrotum and said, “My body is ready.”

Sandy took the bulb in and gave an affectionate squeeze. He advanced, letting it slide along his tongue to his throat. Inch by inch he pulled it in, to the hilt, and he could feel it down inside his neck. He nuzzled up to his lover’s scrotum. That was as far as he had ever been, as far as it seemed physically comfortable to swallow.

Sandy may have used up a lot of sexual energy, but his desire was not only sexual, and his need was something more. He sucked, knowing it felt right, but not sure what to expect. To his satisfaction, one testicle was pulled right in along the penis, and then the other. He felt proud to elicit moans from his partner. His Redeemer never made a secret of enjoying their intimacy.

He continued, with lusty desire to caress his Husband’s taint inside his mouth. It went in, and to his pleasure he found himself back at those beautiful flanks. By now he understood that Jesus had made himself pliable to his advances, so that the impossible was possible. He stretched to also put his mouth over the golden anus, but it didn’t turn out to be a stretch. Harmony’s tail curled around his head, as if to pull him into a deeper kiss.

He wasn’t sure how to approach the flanks, since they were much bigger than his mouth, but he accepted the invitation and tried to swallow further. One hip moved towards his pull. Apparently free of its socket, the hip and whole left flank began moving into his mouth. As long as he coaxed, it would come. It was odd, but he had dreamed up stranger, and he received the mass into himself hungrily as the length of that leg slid down his throat. He moved to the remaining flank. He was able to gulp it down the same way, and was quite pleased to feel the two legs resting together in his chest.

What was before him was much narrower. Now he was able to get his mouth over the base of the tail. He sucked in and intestines flowed through, until the part of the waist just ahead of him was mouth-sized. The usually mild-mannered pony was grinning and gulping more and more. He had started with his ears down, uncertain, but they had perked up with his excitement and desire. As the waist went inside, his meal moaned, “Ahhhh, ohhh yes,” and ejaculated into his stomach. Sandy gave a muffled laugh at the sensation.

Now satisfied, the alicorn made his wings hold tightly to his sides so they would go in with his body. Sandy breathed heavily through his nose, but kept going. His generous partner turned to meet his gaze for a moment. The ravenous little pony looked along the back and neck to his lover’s eyes. He already felt fuller than he had ever been, but now he was in sight of his objective. He swallowed a few organs out from the bottom of the chest before it too started narrowing into his jaws.

They shared a tender moment as the beating heart full of love for Sandy slipped through his lips and down to his own chest. Sandy blushed, but continued his sumptuous feast. He took in the wings and the whole back, and came to the shoulders. He wondered a moment how to continue, whether to take the legs and neck in at once or separately. He decided that he wanted a moment just face to face, and his lover’s body seemed to agree with the idea. He pulled the front legs in like the back legs, one at a time.

“Thank you, you’re doing amazing,” Jesus encouraged. “Now come here.” Sandy licked at his neck, and obediently began drawing it in. His partner’s neck sliding in felt as erotic as when he swallowed the penis, and more intimate. Soon he was holding the back of Christ’s head, kissing him from behind. It was strange to have his God seem small in his jaws. He held that dear face gently in his hooves in a little hug. He licked around under his lover’s head.

Then he started pulling head into head. Soft fuzzy ears tickled the roof of his mouth. He kissed up against the base of the horn and suckled. It slowly disappeared down into the alicorn’s head to come into Sandy. Now it was Sandy’s turn to slide his lips over his Husband’s eyes. He pulled the smiling mouth and nose in. They were muzzle in muzzle, cheek in cheek. Jesus kissed his lips from inside. Sandy licked around the head in his mouth, and their tongues played together a little.

He heard a whisper, “All the way.” He settled his tongue under his lover’s head and pushed it back, finally swallowing his divine feast completely. He lay back on the pillows. He felt so full, to bursting, like after a huge holiday meal. Yet, he didn’t feel nauseous, but supremely satisfied.

“Thank you, you’re amazing,” he said as he rubbed his stomach. He felt the pony inside nuzzle and kiss, and then curl up, as he had done. How sweet. Now he too was glowing inside with the light of the one he had consumed.

His insides stirred slightly. “Ahhhhhhh,” he sighed, unable to express his contentment in words. A fizzy feeling began, a pleasant tingling, that slowly invaded his body from the inside out.

Suddenly he was concerned. “Wait, am I digesting you?”

He heard a quiet voice emanate from inside. “It’s alright. I want to nourish you. Your spirit has a lot of hurts to heal and a lot of growing to do. You are hungry, and I want to give you what you need.”

“What?” Sandy was shocked. “No, I… I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I’m not hurting now,” Jesus answered. “I died for you thousands of years ago. I took the judgment for you, and I gave up all of my life to give it to you. It hurt a lot, but it’s worth it now that I have you. And I just want you to enjoy the benefit of what I earned for you.”

Sandy was still perplexed by a powerful mix of feelings. He was afraid to be alone, and but this felt so good and refreshing.

“Don’t be afraid, let it happen.”

“I don’t want you to go,” the plump pony objected. “I’m… I’m nothing without you.”

“You’ll never be without me. I will always be right by you, to guide and to hold you. Just let me love you this way as well. Besides, do you really think you can get rid of me that easy?”

“I… I guess not…” Sandy figured. Finally he accepted his Husband’s will. “I could never deserve what you’ve gone through for me. Thank you so much.” He shook his head. “It’s hard to believe that you would be consumed with love for such a little pony like me.”

“I’m infinite and I love you infinitely. Drink me in.”

Sandy relaxed and gave himself over to the pleasures of the experience. His heart and his body felt more whole and alive than ever before. If you are what you eat, then what sort of being was Sandy supposed to grow into? Sandy didn’t understand the future, but he didn’t need to: he knew that it would be beautiful. Slowly his satisfaction became the sleepy kind, and his eyelids drooped.

He smiled and drifted away as the voice inside whispered, “See you in the morning, sweetie.”