My Little Pony: Vore is Magic

“Three, two, one, drink!” Spitfire ordered. She and the other Wonderbolts tilted their heads back and took a shot of Blue Thunder, slamming their glasses down on the counter.

Soarin won, just barely beating Spitfire. Fleetfoot choked on the drink, as it was about sixty percent alcohol. A few other Wonderbolts managed to get the shot down eventually, sucking on lemons or chugging water in a vain attempt to help with the burning sensation the moonshine had imparted.

“Ha! Told you I’d drink you under the table, Spitfire.” Soarin slapped her on the back.

She sighed. “Well, I suppose it’s only fair I let you win something after the ass-kicking I gave you on the obstacle course today.”

Soarin’s smile vanished. “What? You never said that was a race.”

“Life is a race, Soarin. And you’ll have to win at more than just drinking games to impress a mare like me.”

“I’m pretty sure I’ve got something you’d find impressive if you’d just come back to my place.”

“And here I thought you’d matured a little since Dodge Junction.”

The shot glasses on the bar began to vibrate, clattering towards the edge. As Spitfire and Soarin looked around, they noticed the entire bar was shaking.

“Fleetfoot?” Spitfire inquired.

“I have no idea. No low pressure systems in the area. Weather control stations were operating nominally this afternoon,” Fleetfoot explained. “If we were on the ground it’d be a simple earthquake.”

“Well we aren’t on the ground, egghead,” Soarin said. He started to laugh and call the bartender over. “Hey, another round. I’m gonna drink until the room stops shaking.”

“Cut it out,” Spitifre barked. “Listen up! Party is over. Fleetfoot, get to the weather stations and take Soarin, make sure they’re working. Blaze, Misty, find the mayor and—”

The entire bar shook after a massive thud, knocking several tables over and causing bits of the compacted cloud walls to fall off. Screaming was heard from outside as several ponies scrambled through the front door.

Misty headed over to the window and looked outside. “What the hell is out there?”

The moonlight was soon replaced by a brilliant crimson light, followed by the window exploding. A wave of scarlet flame swept through the bar, burning the flight suit and hair right off of Misty. She stumbled backwards, tripping and falling onto the broken glass. She was struggling to breathe.

A large head poked through the window, zeroing in on Misty. The dragon opened up its maw and grabbed her by the neck. It flailed her left and right, filling the room with snapping noises, then pulled her outside. The dragon tossed her in the air and began to chew the pony in his mouth.

“Holy shit!” Soarin shouted.

Spitfire growled and pulled out her flight goggles. “New plan! Delta formation, teams of three. Go for those too weak to fly first, evacuate the city and rendezvous in Ponyville. I’ll draw its attention.”

Soarin stepped in front of her. “You can’t do that, I’ll go—”

“You’re not in command here, now do as ordered or you’ll be dishonorably discharged, soldier.”

The last of his buzz vanished as his Equestrian Air Force training kicked in. “Yes ma’am!”

The Wonderbolts paired up and got ready to face down the dragon. Spitfire went to the window where some of Misty’s blood still stained the jagged glass.. “As soon as I go, carry out your orders.”

She didn’t wait for their approval, leaping through the window and flying straight up towards the roof of the bar. A wave of heat blew past her as red flames shot into the clouds where she had just been. Spitfire spiraled in and kicked the dragon with her hoof, before hovering in front of it.

“You want a snack, come and get it asshole!”

The dragon snapped at her, missing by several feet as she was too quick for it. It smiled, and Spitfire sensed a change in air pressure behind her as feathers on her wing tips rustled slightly. She folded her wings in and dove as blue flames filled the air where she had been.

She took off towards the edge of town, noticing a second dragon sizing her up for a meal. Spitfire saw gouts of flame throughout the city, and it was possible even more dragons were feasting on the defenseless ponies elsewhere.

Looking behind her revealed the larger orange dragon that had eaten Misty as well as a large lavender dragon. Both began chasing her. Her plan would have worked great if she had been distracting one dragon, but with dozens in Cloudsdale the city was doomed.

With two dragons in hot pursuit, Spitfire had to abandon Cloudsdale. Hopefully her team would have more luck rescuing ponies. She flew along the street until she came across a gap in the clouds, diving through it.

The dragons followed her, bursting through the clouds and leaving a widening chasm where a couple houses used to be. The second smaller dragon broke off his chase, seeing a frightened family flying towards the ground below. It swooped down on them, grabbing a couple in its talons and circling back to finish off the rest.

Spitfire heard the screams but continued diving towards the ground. She hated the fact she was running, but knew only unicorns could stand a chance against the might of dragons. What worried her more is what had broken the truce between ponies and dragons. There were enough predators on the ground that would happily eat a pony. The last thing Equestria needed was another war with the fire-breathing killing machines.

The air heated up as a large ball of fire swept past her, dissipating rapidly. Spitfire re-oriented herself as she approached the ground and swooped into the Everfree. The sound of trees crashing to the ground reached her ears.

Dozens of twisted trees now lay, burning, in the Everfree. The dragon thrashed a few more with his tail before taking to the air. He swept his flame back and forth across the tree canopy attempting to find Spitfire.

Below the cover of the forest, Spitfire had already taken a wide arc towards Ponyville. Since Ponyville was halfway between Cloudsdale and Canterlot, it was the logical choice. Twilight would be able to warn Canterlot, and even handle the rogue dragon chasing her.

She could no longer hear the dragon and slowed down, wondering if she was in the clear. Glancing behind her revealed she had lost the predator.

The wind was knocked out of her as she hit an invisible wall. Spitfire’s neck was slammed by the barrier and it took her several seconds to regain her senses. She had no idea how she had hit the ground, as she had been flying parallel to it. Spitfire tried to stand up and get her bearings, and noticed she couldn’t move.

Her legs didn’t feel broken, and she glanced upward into the canopy. She noticed some white threads sparkling in the moonlight. Spitfire gulped and tried to move her legs again, noting how they were being tugged on by several sticky strands.

“Fuck, what have I done?” Spitfire said. She began to flap her wings and try to fly away from the spiderweb. Her wings had snared some of the strands of sticky silk, and instead of freeing her caused the web to wrap itself around her torso, trapping them to her side.

Spitfire cursed again, and felt the web moving. She froze, and confirmed her worst fears: the web’s owner was coming to inspect its catch. Spitfire struggled with all her might in one last desperate attempt. Her legs bucked backwards, nearly tearing the web. Unfortunately, it forced her forelegs deeper into it.

The spider wasted no time after it took note of the pegasus flailing in the web. The spider was just as big as Spitfire, having grown from its bountiful harvest of fresh meat. It bit into her flank, injecting a powerful venom into her.

Spitfire felt the bite and screamed. Her body began to go limp and numb as more and more venom was pumped in, causing her flank to burn painfully. She tried to speak and beg the spider for mercy, but her tongue had already gone numb and swollen slightly. A wing twitched, and she realized her limbs no longer obeyed her commands. She had been paralyzed.

The spider reached down to its spinnerets. With two legs it began to feed a special line of silk out to cocoon the meal. While it prepared that, it used its small mandibles to chew through the web and free Spitfire.

She felt herself toppling backwards, and landing in the legs of the spider. Spitfire was carried to the ground and felt a large blob of silk get shoved in her mouth, denying any chance of her prey calling for help if the spider decided to save her for a meal a few days from now.

The world began to spin around, over and over, as Spitfire was twirled in the spider’s legs. Strands of silk pulled her legs and wings tightly against her flight suit. The webbing ran from her neck to her tail, capturing her hair inside the cocooning.

Spitfire’s mind was still racing, still struggling for a way out of this. Part of her knew it was already too late, yet her mind equally demanded she try anything to escape. Her legs were completely numb. Her wings were growing stiff, her body unable to regulate the flow of blood to them. Her flank still burned, and that fire had spread throughout her backside. She could move her eyes, and that was it.

Another layer of webbing was wrapped around her, leaving her barely enough room to breathe. The spider passed it over her face, trapping her flight goggles against her eyes. It seemed to stop for a moment, carefully applying a thinner layer of webbing over her nose. Then the spinning began again.

Spitfire was getting hot and sweaty, trapped under several layers of web and a flight suit. Even if the venom wore off, she knew her body was trapped in the fetal position with no hope of rescue.

The spinning finally stopped and she felt herself start to rock gently. The warmth of the venom had finally spread to her brain, causing all her stress and worry to evaporate. Strange feelings of contentment and euphoria washed over her. The heat of the cocoon became pleasure, and the throbbing of her plot became ecstasy.

Spitfire’s cocoon was now swaying in the wind, attached to the branch of a tree a few meters from the entrance to the spider’s lair. Alongside her hung a few more cocoons. One held nothing but a husk, the other bore fresh bite marks and blood stains, and the third was twitching every so often.

“Twilight, have you gotten a letter back from my aunt yet?” Blue Blood asked.

“No, calm down, I’m doing the best I can,” Twilight snapped.

Blue came over and started to massage her shoulders. “You have a lot of tension, honey, give me fifteen minutes upstairs and I’ll have you feeling right as rain.”

She grimaced and bit her lip. Marrying Blue Blood had been an unfortunate, but necessary, part of becoming part of the ruling class. Celestia assured her that all Princesses had to marry into royalty, and that given eighty or ninety years, Blue Blood would pass away. Twilight would be free to live the rest of her millenia alive however she saw fit.

Twilight sighed. He was correct about the stress, and he wasn’t nearly as bad as Rarity once claimed. Then again, she had the power to banish Blue Blood to the moon. That helped shift the balance of power in their relationship just a little.

“No, let me focus on this. The dragon migration isn’t for six months, and they flew south a couple days ago. They could be attacking a major city.”

“We’re at peace with the dragons, a peace my ancestors helped broker with a vast horde of gemstones,” Blue Blood explained.

“I don’t need a history lesson—”

“You need release,” Blue Blood interrupted. “And I need it to. Please, let’s go see if we can have a baby.”

Just eighty more years. . . you can do this, Twilight. You can do this so the royals approve of your claim to the throne.

“I have a headache. Ask Spike to bring me some tea, maybe later tonight we can,” she shuddered, “try for a kid.”

Blue Blood finished rubbing her shoulders and left.

He’s right, Twilight. I need release. Just a quick hoof in the tub, it’s the least you can do.

Quiet, I’ve got important letters to write to Celestia.

You know how much better you’ll feel. Cadance even gave you that lovely magic bullet.

I can’t concentrate with you down there winking! Cut it out!

Twilight stopped and realized she was carrying on an imaginary conversation in her head with her marehood.

How many days has it been?

Three days.

Not since you slept, since you pushed that lovely hoof right up against—

“Twilight, I brought your tea,” Spike said.

She almost reached out with her hoof to grab the teacup, then realized it was slick with something she would rather not Spike see. Using her levitation, Twilight set the tea saucer down and took a sip from the cup.

“Excellent, Spike, thank you.”

“Your welcome.” His nose wrinkled and he sighed. “Twi, you need to relax. It’s uh. . . obvious you’re too stressed out. I’m sure that the predator attacks are isolated incidents. These aren’t the middle ages. Ponies are better able to defend themselves. It’s not like all of Tartarus has escaped, Cerberus would stop them.”

“Thank you, Spike! Seriously, why is everypony giving me history lessons lately? It is not like Celestia to be late on correspondence, so unless you’re about to belch up a lett—”

Spike burped loudly, and Twilight caught a whiff of sulfur.

“Seriously, Spike! That’s nasty!”

“It’s a letter, from the Princess,” he stated.

Twilight spun around. “Yes, it’s about time!” She unfurled the letter and began to read.

Dearest Twilight,

It is important we appear strong in these troubled times, so I must ask you not to reveal this information to anypony. Celestia went to negotiate with the dragons a few days ago and has not returned. I fear it did not end well. Luna recalled me to Canterlot to help run the government, and not a day later Luna vanished as well.

I do not know what happened to them, Twilight, but I’m scared. I have only you and Shining Armor now to count on. You must be strong for me, as I will be for you. Together we will have to run this country and figure out why predators are once again eating ponies. It is possible Tartarus was breached, and I have sent a platoon of the guard to check on Cerberus.

In the meantime, two platoons of guards are headed for Ponyville. The rest are recalled to Canterlot. I fear for a city of nearly a thousand, Ponyville may have grown too big to properly protect.

I must focus all my efforts on raising the sun and moon. As such, day to day legislation and other duties will fall to you. Remain in Ponyville and rule from there. Should either of our cities fall, fate may allow the other to survive and repopulate our nation.

Be careful, the upcoming days will determine how Equestria history remembers us.

Sincerely,

Princess Mi Amore Cadenza

Acting ruler.

Twilight dropped the letter and began to hyperventilate. She tried the relaxation exercises Cadance had taught her.

They didn’t work.

She wasn’t prepared for this level of responsibility. The coronation, the nobles, the legislation—life had gotten out of Twilight’s hooves. She needed an out, a way to be free of the obligation. Twilight needed Celestia now more than ever to help her handle a landslide of responsibility.

Instead, she had Blue Blood.

Spitfire felt dizzy and giddy. She had regained the ability to move, yet her body felt like jello. The silk gag in her mouth muffled her laughter as she slid against the cocoon. Spitfire felt an itching in the back of her mind that something was wrong.

She focused for a minute and remembered she couldn’t see, hear, or even move much. Something had wrapped her up nice and warm. She felt safe here, yet knew there was something dangerous. Spitfire tried to remember why she had been scared.

There was a sharp pain, lasting only a second, before numbness spread back through her flank.

Spider, there’s an itsy bitsy spider! Spitfire giggled as she felt something suckling on her flank. The warmth from her body slowly drained as the spider sipped at the cocoon. Spitfire felt her liquified muscles and bone get sipped up by the spider.

She could still breathe, and laugh, and that’s all her addled mind could focus on. The entire ordeal was pleasant, even the tingling she was feeling throughout her lungs felt nice. Spitfire felt thirty pounds lighter and was sad to feel the spider pull its fangs out.

Liquid Spitfire leaked out of the two puncture wounds, and the spider plugged them with some silk. It had already finished off the other cocooned pony, and the other half-digested pony had putrified.

The spider had to make this one last a little longer, until she caught more ponies to feed her brood.

Derpy trot into Sugarcube Corner for her daily morning muffin. The Cakes would bake them fresh, just for her. All Derpy had to do was avoid getting into an argument with Pinkie, and she would be on her way to her mail route in no time.

Pinkie popped up from behind the counter. “Hi there, Derpy!”

“Hi, Pinkie.” Derpy sighed and glanced into the display case. “Just stopping by for a blueberry muffin.”

“Oh, sorry, we’re all out!”

“Uh, strawberry?” Derpy asked.

“Nope!”

“Chocolate?”

“No sirree!”

“Plain? Bran?”

“No and nope!”

Derpy huffed. “Seriously? Or did you just not bake me any? How about an oatmeal muffin disguised as a cupcake with ten pounds of sugar?”

Pinkie raised a hoof to her jaw. “Hmm, let me check.” She trot around the corner into the kitchen.

Typical, Derpy thought. I just want a muffin, and she just wants me to eat a cupcake.

The pink pony came back out carrying a box. “All I’ve got is this.”

Derpy rolled her eyes. “A dozen cupcakes?”

“Yep!”

“No thanks, I don’t like cupcakes. I would not eat them in this house, I would not eat them with a mouse,” Derpy mocked.

“Those are green eggs and hemp, silly! Dr. Maresues wrote that book, we have a copy upstairs—”

“No, Pinkie.” Derpy turned to leave.

“Stop! You have to try one so I can prove it!” Pinkie leapt over the counter and tackled Derpy.

“Hey, get off!” Derpy tried to kick her off, but had a cupcake slammed into her mouth. “Mmph mmh!”

“Eating cupcakes is easy! You just mmph—”

Derpy slammed a cupcake into Pinkie’s mouth, silencing her. To her shock, Pinkie ate the cupcake and licked off Derpy’s entire arm to catch all the crumbs.

“Yummy!” Pinkie exclaimed.

Derpy kicked her off, causing her to sail over the counter and land in the kitchen. “Oops, I didn’t mean to kick that hard.” She rushed around the counter into the kitchen, thankful the store had been empty.

Pinkie was waiting for her with the party cannon, firing a huge blob of cupcake batter at Derpy. It knocked her off her hooves and into the wall, coating her head to hoof.

“Bah! These food fights are so childish! Muffins are the best food!” Derpy yelled.

“No, cupcakes are!”

“Muffins!”

“Cupcakes!” Pinkie lined up some tubes of frosting and started jumping on them, nailing Derpy with long, colorful strands of icing. She then pulled out a family size jar of sprinkles and tossed them on Derpy. “See? You’re a giant cupcake!”

“Fine!” Derpy yelled. “Cupcakes are better, happy?”

“Do they taste extra super duper yummy?” Pinkie asked.

“Yes, cupcakes are the tastiest treat ever. You win.” Derpy sat up and felt the sticky batter, icing, and sprinkles slowly dripping off her fur.

“Well, winning sure made me hungry and I just used all of our baking supplies for today in our food fight.”

Derpy laughed. “Well, you should have thought of that sooner.”

“It’s okay, at least I won’t be hungry today. Hold still, I’ll clean you up.”

“Oh you’ve got some towels? Good, I’m late for work.”

She laughed. “I have something much better!”

Derpy felt something long and slippery wrap around her head, licking all the icing off. Her ears and eyes were now free of the cupcake batter, yet had been coated in Pinkie’s saliva. “Gross, Pinkie!”

“All you have to do is take a cup of batter, load it in the cannon!” Pinkie started to lick and lap up all the icing on Derpy. She was so excited; her friend tasted amazing. “First you take something grey not dour, cover it in mix!”

“Come on, really, this is so slimy—”

“A bit of sprinkles, just a jar! Licking you clean is such a cinch, add a gallon of vanilla!”

Derpy got up to her hooves just as Pinkie poured a gallon of vanilla on her head. It got in her eyes, burning them horribly. “Damn! Pinkie, stop this!”

Pinkie was in her own world, happily singing and licking her friend clean. She hardly noticed as she licked up the vanilla that Derpy’s entire head had entered her mouth. Pinkie swallowed, savoring the vanilla, only to realize Derpy’s head slid forward into her throat.

“Mmph mmph mmph mmm mmm, mmm mmph mmm!” Pinkie hummed. “mmm mmmph mph mmm mph mmm mph!”

Derpy felt her head vanish in Pinkie’s maw, shocking her. She pushed out with her forelegs against Pinkie. Her batter covered forelegs slid down Pinkie’s chest. Derpy was finding it difficult to breathe and started to kick and scream.

Pinkie stopped her singing and looked down, gulping. Derpy’s shoulders slid into her mouth, trapping her forelegs inside her cheeks. She paused for a moment, realizing only predators were supposed to eat other ponies. Pinkie was really enjoying the taste, however, and the feeling of Derpy squirming in her throat.

While she pondered whether to spit or swallow, Derpy began to struggle and push against the back of Pinkie’s throat. This triggered a reflex, and the next thing Derpy knew she felt her belly get pulled into Pinkie’s mouth. She gasped loudly in the tight, warm throat, as Pinkie’s tongue found her marehood.

Something unexpected happened when Pinkie swallowed and tasted a sweet and salty juice flowing from Derpy. She started to explore this new flavor amidst all the chocolate and vanilla icing. The pony in her throat was moaning in delight and wiggling, sliding themselves further down their throat.

Oh well, Pinkie thought. She seems to enjoy it and it’s super duper tasty!

Pinkie tilted her head back and felt her muscles gripping Derpy, rolling down her throat in waves and carrying the frosted pony with her.

Derpy hit something solid, and felt it slowly open. The sphincter gripped her as she was slowly pushed into the stomach. She felt some cold air against her hind hooves, and then a warm tongue as they vanished into Pinkie’s mouth. Seconds later, Derpy plopped into the stomach and was curled up into a ball.

Pinkie patted her belly and was able to feel Derpy’s shoulder, foreleg, and muzzle. Her pink belly had expanded to a slightly-comical size, larger than a pregnant mare, and barely able to reach the floor with her hooves.

“Wow, you were super-duper extra tasty!” Pinkie exclaimed.

“Pinkie, let me out!” Derpy shouted. She didn’t know why she could breathe, or how any of this was physically possible.

“Let you out?” Pinkie thought about it for a minute. Her stomach started to contract and release acid to digest Derpy. This caused the pony to squirm and wiggle inside her. “Oooh, do I have to let you out, this feels so good.”

“Please, I—” Derpy felt another powerful contraction, kneading against her body. All of her skin was numb and tingling. Somehow she was enjoying this, but Derpy knew she shouldn’t enjoy it one bit. “Let me out?”

Pinkie yawned and started to waddle up to her room. “Hmm, I’m really sleepy and you feel really comfortable. I’m just gonna take a quick little nap and then I’ll see if I can throw you up, deal?”

“What?” Derpy asked. She could hear Pinkie’s muffled voice, and there was even a tiny bit of reddish light that was shining through her stretched belly to allow Derpy to see what little there was to see. “How did you even do this? How can you fit me in here?

Pinkie plopped onto her bed, rubbing her belly. “I don’t know but—so tired, just a teeny tiny nap, Pinkie Promise!”

Derpy felt the hooves pushing against her flank. The stomach was incredibly warm and comfortable, almost like being back in the womb. Furthermore, the acid didn’t seem to hurt one bit. “A-alright, Pinkie. Just a tiny nap, then you have to find a way to get me out!”

She smiled and pulled her blankets up. With her hooves under the covers, she continued to rub her belly and listen to Derpy moan. Pinkie had never been so full and content, and Derpy had never felt so warm and safe.

Scootaloo was practicing her flying. Dash had just taught her some great new tricks, and Scootaloo was practicing her dexterity. The apple orchard was a great place for her to learn to weave between trees, since they were all equally spaced and evenly planted.

She wanted more. She wanted trees scattered randomly, a true test of her dexterity. Scootaloo had flown to the edge of the Everfree, and confident nothing could catch a flying pony, went inside.

The trees were dense and came out of nowhere. Scootaloo dove and weaved through them, effortlessly creating her own obstacle course. The feeling of freedom was incredible, and she was thrilled beyond measure to finally be able to fly.

Scootaloo did a U-Turn, preparing to fly back out of the forest, when she collided into something. She could feel herself dangling upside down now by some white strands. Scootaloo thought it looked like a spider web, but it was far too big.

She tried to pull herself free, but only succeeded in getting her hooves wrapped up. Next Scootaloo tried her wings, but they’d been pinned to her side. As she wiggled around she felt something pinch her flank, and two sharp fangs.

The sensation only lasted a moment. Scootaloo felt numbness and warmth spread over her. A large black face covered in coarse bristles and eight eyes appeared, and began to wrap her up with silk.