Twilight walked through the door to Doctor Stable’s office. He was sitting down taking some notes, and gestured for her to take a seat.

“Princess, what can I do for you today?” Stable asked.

“I’d like something stronger to help me sleep,” Twilight explained.

“The stress is still getting to you, huh? How has the ambien worked?”

“Not very well. I tried a few spells too, but I’m so wound up they haven’t worked. Look, I’m stressed out and everypony is counting on me to protect them from getting eaten by dragons and Celestia-knows what else. I need something stronger.”

Stable adjusted his reading glasses. “I suppose I could prescribe something a little stronger.”

“No. I’m nearing Smarty Pants levels of stress.” Twilight stood up and leaned towards him, lowering her voice. “If I don’t get some bucking sleep and soon, dragons will be the least of your worries!”

Doctor Stable put his hooves up, waiting for her to steady her breathing. “Alright, no need to get worked up. I know alicorns take a little extra effort to medicate. Well, the strongest thing I’ve got would definitely do the trick, but I’ll only give you enough for one week. You can’t use it any longer than that.”

“Thank you!” Twilight nearly jumped over the table and hugged him before reining herself in. “One week is all I need, and if I can sleep through Blue Blood’s attempts to ‘sire a heir’, I’ll personally promote you to royalty.”

“Heh, alright. Here’s your prescription.” He handed her a slip of paper.

It was getting late, but Blue Blood wanted to stop by the bar before heading home. Despite sharing a bed with Twilight, being legally married to her, and going out of his way to be understanding, Twilight still hadn’t let him mount her. It was his duty to get her pregnant and finalize the marriage, so she could give birth to the next alicorn.

Yet his first name wasn’t the only thing that was blue, and hopefully he’d find a mare to empty some seed into here at the local bar. Once inside, Blue Blood saw the same lowly peasants as always. Unlike in Canterlot, there were no mare escorts for hire that could discretely attend to his needs.

Perhaps the opposite strategy would work best: find the loosest mare in the bar, one that would quickly and adequately service him. Glancing around revealed that him and Twilight knew most of these mares, and the last thing he wanted was gossip getting around.

In the corner was a DJ he hadn’t seen before. He searched his memories for a moment, finally recalling their name was Vinyl something.

Blue Blood trotted up to the white unicorn. “Lovely blue hair, wanna bang?”

Vinyl looked up, her eyes glossy, and she nodded.

Great, she’s high. Well, I don’t need her to be sober for what I have planned, Blue Blood thought. “Come on, lovely. Why don’t we get some fresh air.”

“Sure. . . Octy. . . mmmhmm,” Vinyl moaned.

Okay, incredibly high. Only in Ponyville, he mused. Blue Blood helped her to her hooves, noticing a sheen of moisture over her skin. She didn’t look sick, but he decided that a drugged mare was his best bet. After all, she couldn’t rat him out to Twilight if she didn’t even remember having sex, could she?

Blue Blood walked across the street, helping Vinyl support her weight, and entered the nearby hotel. Vinyl was able to get onto her own hooves, following the stallion like a lost puppy.

“Excuse me,” Blue said. “I’d like a room.”

“Single or double bed.” The stallion turned around, spotting the two ponies. “Single it is. Room 402”

He smiled, taking the key and sliding thirty extra bits over to him. “Excellent. Neither of us were ever here.”

The pony behind the counter took the bits and nodded, returning his attention to the book he had been reading.

Vinyl could barely focus on the stallion in front of her. Her body felt like rubber, her mind was drowning in a haze of confused thoughts, and something seemed to be wearing her like a puppet. She felt hungry too, very hungry. Part of her was scared if she didn’t eat soon, she’s melt into a puddle of goo.

Blue Blood opened the door to the hotel room. The floors were made of hardwood, and the walls had been painted a warm brown. There was one window, a large bed, a few chairs, and a television. He walked past the tiny tile bathroom and flipped the lights on. “This’ll do.”

Once Vinyl had walked in, he closed and locked the door behind them. Blue Blood turned around and saw Vinyl leaning against the bed.

“Well, at least she’s not too high to realize why I brought her here.”

He walked over and examined her flank. It seemed to shift slightly, so he ran a hoof over it. Vinyl definitely had put on a bit of fat on her flanks. He slapped it, watching the ripple spread outwards. Blue Blood had always been a fan of ponies with large asses.

Her tail flicked out of the way, revealing her marehood winking. It was dripping an unnatural amount of fluid, making him wonder what kind of drug cocktail she’d taken to be that horny.

“Well, you’re ready and I don’t have much time, so let’s get started.” Blue Blood climbed onto her back, letting his dick finish extending from the sheath. He pressed forward, piercing deeply into Vinyl’s backside.

It made a wet slurping sound as he slid inside. For a moment, it felt like Vinyl was melting beneath him, then Blue Blood’s skin began to tingle and burn. He started to thrust a little quicker, eager to get this over with. He could literally feel his balls in pain, desperate to empty themselves.

Blue Blood felt himself stop moving, suddenly glued to Vinyl’s backside. “What the hell?” He pushed against her back to pull out, but his hooves sunk straight through her shoulders and into the bed. Before he knew what had happened, he had trapped his forelegs inside of her.

Vinyl felt the pony tugging at her, and a carnivorous desire flowing through her. The other entity controlling her was very, very pleased with Vinyl. As her form lost coherence and turned into a large blob, Vinyl was rewarded with an orgasm and a rush of endorphins. She had pleased the host whom had worn her old form like a cheap costume.

Blue Blood felt the blob creeping along his skin, rolling up his neck and towards his mouth. He fired up his horn to tear the blob off, but couldn’t get a grip on it. “Hel—mmph!”

His first, and last, shout for help was muffled as the ooze poured inside of him. The burning was intensifying across his body, however he was completely coated in the ooze. Blue Blood slipped onto the floor, paralyzed and melting inside of the blob.

Twilight was glad Blue Blood was out late again. He was probably balls-deep in another mare, but that suited Twilight just fine. She had enough stress to deal with: Ruling in Celestia’s stead, protecting Ponyville, siring an heir, signing all bills into laws, and constantly explaining to nobles why this or that doesn’t suit their exact needs.

She set down the bottle of pills on her nightstand. It listed a few precautions on the side of the bottle.

Pony tranquilizers:

DO NOT use with alcohol

DO NOT operate heavy machinery

DO NOT cast magic

Medicine lasts 12 hours.

Side effects:

Dry mouth, nausea, indigestion, vivid dreams, pagophagia, and drowsiness

Less common side-effects include:

hematochezia, severe hemorrhage, hallucinations, coma, death. In the event of any of these symptoms, contact a doctor immediately.

Dosage:

Foals: Do not use, see a doctor.

Adults: One capsule before bed, not to exceed one dose in twenty-four hours.

Twilight knew Spike was out visiting Rarity. He insisted on standing guard of her house lately, and Twilight hadn’t been able to talk him out of his ‘dragon code’ yet. Still, Twilight really wanted a good night’s sleep, and took two capsules.

She floated both pills into her mouth, washing them down with water from the night stand. It would ensure she’d sleep like a log, alicorn or not. Twilight climbed on top of the bed, stretching out on top of the blanket.

Her stomach was tingly and sleep was finally washing over her. This is the rest she deserved and needed. With luck, she’d feel better in the morning.

Twilight heard the door to the library creek open, wondering briefly if Spike was returning home early. Her own bedroom door was closed, and Twilight was sure she’d be fast asleep by the time Blue Blood stumbled into bed.

Downstairs, a large green anaconda slithered into the library. It flicked its tongue again, following a scent it had picked up earlier. There was definitely a tasty pony somewhere nearby. It hadn’t expected to have to travel so far from the Everfree to find a meal.

The snake wasn’t about to give up, as it needed a large meal so it could hibernate. Animals had been going wild lately, and he intended to slither into a nice burrow and digest a pony for the next few months.

He followed the scent up a set of stairs, continuing to taste the air until he found the right door. It was unlocked, and opened slowly as he pushed against it. The snake slithered into the room, spotting his prey on the bed.

Twilight was snoring loudly as the double-dose had knocked her out. In her dream, she was reading a thrilling romance novel in front of the fireplace. She laid on a furry rug and basked in the warm glow around her.

The snake slid onto the end of the bed, finding her sprawled unconscious. Her wings were rigid, and her legs scattered in various directions. She muttered softly in her sleep, and both her eyes darted around rapidly.

His tongue flicked against her hoof, and he smelt lavender in her hair. Once he coiled his entire length onto the bed, he nudged her side and slid under her belly. Then, he began coiling around her.

Twilight rolled over in her dream, wrapping herself up in the fuzzy rug. She feels so much warmer and safer, now that the tight blanket is hugging her. Twilight begins to read the book again, about a pony who escaped a life of stress and worry to find true happiness.

The emerald scales of the anaconda flickered in the moonlight as it squeezed its prey tightly. It was puzzled for a moment, as most prey struggled by this point. The snake squeezed her hind legs together and experimentally bit at one of them to make sure the prey wasn’t dead.

Twilight saw the fire in the fireplace double in size, making her heat up. Oddly, her groin was heating up a little quicker than the rest of her. Twilight’s hind leg got snagged on something in the rug, pinching it. She kicked at the rug for a moment, pulling it more tightly around her.

When her hoof bopped the snake in the nose, it realized she was still alive. For some reason his prey wasn’t putting up a fight, so instead of wasting time and energy crushing her bones to a fine pulp, he began to swallow her hooves.

The warm rug began to twist around Twilight’s hind legs. She continued reading her book, turning the pages with magic. One of her forelegs had gotten trapped inside the warm carpet. As her legs were sealed up, she began to sweat. Twilight wiggled a little as her legs grew damp, realizing she was maybe just a little too warm.

There was a loud pop as the snake’s jaw dislocated. His smooth scales crawled along Twilight’s skin as he uncoiled, and swallowed more of her legs and tail. His meal wiggled slightly, pleasing him greatly. Such a succulent meal, and he had all the time he wanted to enjoy it.

Twilight continued to feel the comfortable second skin around her warm up and massage her sore muscles. She could get used to this; it was just like when she first moved to Ponyville. Twilight could lay in front of a warm fire, reading an excellent book, without a care in the world.

The snake reached Twilight’s marehood and flicked his tongue against it. Her scent was overwhelming, as fluid steadily leaked out of her folds. The snake found the scent intoxicating, and couldn’t help but wiggle his tongue around the fold, and inhale more of the aroma.

The book was just getting to the best part. The valiant knight had rescued the princess, and graced her with the first kiss. Twilight found her hoof ever so gently playing with herself, and moaned in pleasure. She loved reading romance novels for just this reason, and began to wiggle around and enjoy her mental image of the two ponies making out.

When she began shifting again, the snake tightened a coil around her chest on reflex. He felt the base of her wing pop, and Twilight started to struggle more. Every instinct told him that if the prey moves, you grasp tighter, so he did.

Twilight gulped for air. The rug in front of the fireplace had gotten too tight. She tried to crawl out of it, but couldn’t. Her romance novel was out of reach, and she couldn’t find out what had happened to the princess.

Her wing hurt, slowly pulling her out of her sleep. Everything was blurry, and she looked around her room. Twilight’s movement was incredibly sluggish, and she saw a massive green blur wrapped all around her.

She surmised this was another dream, and her mind was confused trying to sort it out. Her hind legs were slippery and smothered with warmth as her body heated up the snake’s mouth. Pressure against her marehood made her moan in pleasure.

Twilight imagined she was in bed with a unicorn knight, who was using his magic to pleasure her with a dozen slippery tongues. She continued moaning as all her cares melted away. With her knight here to rescue her, she’d never have to see Blue Blood again, or worry about finding Celestia. He would love her, care for her, and never let her go.

The snake continued to be puzzled by his prey’s behavior. It was no longer trying to free the wing he had dislocated. Instead, the prey almost seemed to be wiggling itself further down his throat. Whatever was going on, the snake decided he didn’t care. His meal was being pulled into his throat a little quicker than most large meals were, and wasn’t putting up any serious effort to escape. He would be back in his cave in the Everfree well before sunrise at this rate.

Twilight felt her stallion, wrapping his hooves tightly around her chest. She was having trouble breathing, but her sweaty knight distracted her by rubbing his muscles all over her body.

She looked down to kiss her knight, seeing the green blur covering her again. Perhaps her knight had cast a spell on her, or perhaps it was yet another dream. Twilight felt her stomach slip inside the snake. She began to wonder if her knight in shining armor was swallowing her whole.

Something akin to panic went off in her head, yet it too was slowed down by the drugs. Twilight was too sleepy to even consider this was more than a dream, and began to mumble. “Swallow me up, my knight. Save me from Blue Blood.”

The snake gulped her down, clamping down on her ribs. His meal had begun to talk to him, encouraging him to eat her. He rubbed his muscular underside across her shoulders and neck, freeing up her wings and forelegs.

Twilight felt her marehood ache, as her knight tried to line his muscular shaft up. She decided to help him, reaching down to guide him into her marehood with her forelegs.

With a surprising amount of force, the predator felt his prey slide her hooves down into his mouth. They wiggled around in his throat as he swallowed her wings.

She couldn’t quite reach her glistening marehood, and was really starting to sweat now. Her entire body was drenched in fluid, and her drug-addled mind couldn’t decide if she was being swallowed or fucked by her knight.

There was a wet ‘shlick’ noise as the snake’s jaws closed over Twilight’s shoulders. He started to wiggle his jaw as her head began to descend down his gullet. His mouth popped back into the socket and he bit down on her mane, nicking her horn.

Twilight finally reached a hoof down to her marehood, stroking it tenderly. She was so aroused she could blow at any moment. Then, something scraped along her horn, sending lightning bolts racing down her spine to her marehood.

She screamed in orgasm, wiggling around in the snake’s throat, as sparks shot out of her horn and the air got stuffy. Twilight recalled there was a blanket, or a knight, or a book smothering her. She couldn’t rightly recall which is was as she blacked out.

The horn of the unconscious alicorn began to glow softly, encasing her in a faint aura. Her subconscious did what little it could to shield her from harm, yet there was no way for her feeble sleeping mind to wake itself up to affect a true escape.

The snake felt a tingling bulge travel down his long throat, squeezing past his lungs, and bumping against ribs. Finally, he felt it bump up against the sphincter above his stomach. The meal slowly was squeezed through the strong muscle, inch by inch.

At last, the prey was entirely sealed inside his stomach, escape now impossible. He glanced back at it to determine how much mobility he would have. There was a large bulge, nearly twice the width of his body at that point. He could see the head, shoulders, hips, and legs of the pony inside him.

The snake admired how good a warm meal looked in his belly, knowing he’d be fed for months and could take a much-deserved vacation. He slithered off the bed, towards the door.

Twilight moaned contentedly as she slept. She was wrapped up tightly by her lover, the gallant knight. She felt him carry her off the bed, whisking her off to his castle.

Author's Note

This chapter contained some more sensual, sexual scenes. Hopefully you enjoyed it, so I can finish the much longer next chapter, where we check in with fan-favorites like Spiderloo, Pinkinside-a-me, and Vinyblob.