My Little Pony: Vore is Magic

“You weren’t supposed to eat him, Pinkie!”

“Hey, Derpy, you asked me to go on a date with him. How’d I know he’d taste so good when I was giving him head?”

Pinkie trotted down a side street in Ponyville towards the dentist’s office. She had decided to get a checkup given her recent dietary changes, though the fact that ponies contained 90% less sugar than a cupcake was probably a good change.

“Yeah, that wasn’t very nice of you,” a male voice told Pinkie.

“Hey, at least I let you finish before I ate you, and you were so tasty it was hard to resist!”

“I can’t believe I’m having this conversation right now.”

“Oh, hush. I’ve got a party to plan!” She bounced along the road drawing many curious glances as she talked to herself. “I’m going to call it the super-duper Pinkie Pie all-you-can-eat buffet!”

Pinkie slowed down and trotted up to the door of the dentist. She greeted the receptionist and headed back to Colgate’s office. After knocking on the door a few times, the unicorn opened it up.

“Hi, Pinkie, what brings you by?” Colgate asked.

“Oh, you know, just a quick checkup for cavities.”

“Weren’t you here just last week for the same thing?”

She looked at the ground, recalling how she had been lectured for over an hour on proper flossing. “Yeah. . . it’s just that I had some dietary changes—”

“Pinkie! What did I tell you about Red Stallion™ energy drinks!? There is way too much sugar in those!”

“Oh that’s not what I did.”

“You know what? Nevermind, just come in and have a seat, honey.” Colgate invited her into the office and waited for her to get on the chair. She couldn’t stay mad at Pinkie, partially due to the fact that the party pony was almost single-hoofedly funding the dentistry with her weekly trips in for teeth cleaning.

“Okie dokie lokie!”

Pinkie hoped in the chair and laid back down, staring up at the pictures of clouds painted on the ceiling. She always loved visiting the dentist, because she got a toothbrush for being a good pony every single time.

Colgate spun her chair around and slid over to Pinkie, grabbing her dental explorer and mirror. “Alright, Pinkie, open up wide and say ah.”

“AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH” Pinkie coughed, her mouth having stretched over a foot wide, before she realized what had happened. “Hehe, oopsie.” She made her mouth a more normal size.

The dentist had seen stranger things, like Pinkie eating an entire cake in a single bite, and thought nothing of her ability to literally dislocate her jaw to fit large objects in her mouth. After all, it was dragons and spiders that had been eating everypony, not other ponies.

She began poking at the gumline with her explorer, immediately surprised at what she found. “Pinkie your periodontitis is improving, the pockets are half as deep now!”

“Whazz zat mean?” she said, her mouth full of metal tools.

“Oh, your gums have stopped receding and grown back. . . but that’s not possible. Gums don’t regrow like that. . .”

Pinkie shrugged, swallowing the spit in her mouth. As she did, her tongue licked Colgate’s hoof. She was surprised to find it tasted like name brand toothpaste. It was actually quite delicious.

“Hmm, let me look at your wisdom teeth.” Colgate stretched her mouth open further and looked back at where the teeth in question had been erupting. The dentist was going to have to surgically remove Pinkie’s wisdom teeth in a month or two tops. However, she found they too had healed and were no longer threatening to erupt and cause Pinkie pain and discomfort.

Somehow, Pinkie’s dental problems were healing themselves and Colgate had never seen anything like it. She pushed her hooves into Pinkie’s mouth to get a closer look.

The taste of minty fresh toothpaste filled her mouth as Colgate leaned over her for a closer look. Her hooves tasted wonderful, almost like candy, and her breath even smelled of peppermint. Pinkie found herself licking Colgate’s hoof, and her tummy began to grumble.

“Oh no, don’t do it, Pinkie!” Derpy cried out. The little grey balloon on her flank itched furiously, trying to stop Pinkie, but it was no use.

As Colgate adjusted the glow of her horn that was illuminating Pinkie’s mouth, the party pony leaned forward. With a loud pop, her jaw dislocated and she closed her mouth around Colgate’s head.

The dentist screamed, dropping her tools and struggling to pull back. Because she had been examining her mouth, both her forelegs were now pinned alongside her head in Pinkie’s mouth.

Her first instinct was to kick out at Pinkie, but this just sent her chair rolling across the room. Colgate landed on Pinkie’s chest, and resorted to using her magic. She tried to levitate the nearby bedstand into Pinkie to knock herself loose. Without her vision, she only succeeded in flinging instruments wildly around the room.

Colgate felt her claustrophobia kicking in. Surely Pinkie had made some mistake and accidentally started biting her, but she felt so trapped inside her mouth. She tried to rationalize it and calm down. Colgate told herself it was only her head, only a mistake, but she felt two hooves on her side pulling her forward.

Pinkie pushed the dentist into her mouth, moaning as she tasted the amazing flavor of her fur. It reminded her of a mint berry punch mouthwash she had tried once.

“Come on, not another one, Pinkie,” Derpy pleaded.

“It’s no use, she’s a monster!” the stallion replied.

“Calm down, Time Turner, she’s just confused! I’ve known Pinkie since we were fillies,” she added.

“Trust me, I know crazy, and I know monsters, and Pinkie’s both.”

Pinkie mumbled, her mouth full of dentist, as the two ponies she had digested earlier bickered back and forth.

Colgate felt a tight muscular passage clamp down around her head, pulling her in further. As she panicked, her magic ran wild, flinging items around the room with her levitation. She knew no real combat or defensive spells, and was powerless as she felt her flanks slide into Pinkie’s maw.

Her tongue slid along Colgate’s belly and teased her tits. Pinkie was quite curious if her milk tasted like toothpaste too.

Colgate screamed as Pinkie’s esophageal sphincter closed around her neck. The stomach acid was being rubbed all over her face and causing it to tingle. She kicked her hind legs, and thrashed violently, trying to fight her claustrophobia and stay sane. To prove her limbs were still there Colgate felt like she had to move something. The muscles around her limited all her movements, and she found herself aiding Pinkie as she wiggled down into her stomach.

Pinkie felt her meal curling up into a ball as her muscular stomach kneaded her into pony-jelly. “Wow, Colgate, you were super-duper tasty! I wonder if your receptionist tastes just as good.”

Colgate moaned, barely understanding Pinkie. She was scared witless, and for some reason she wasn’t dead yet. Little did she realize that it would take hours for her to pass out, and a few more for the digestion to finish.

Pinkie curled up on the dentist chair for a little nap.

Blue Blood woke up, feeling incredibly hung over and nauseous. His mouth tasted like dirt and felt just as gritty. He tried to cough and swallow to moisturize it, but couldn’t. His eyes burnt from the harsh sunlight pouring into what he vaguely recalled was a motel room.

The door swung open and he heard a pony call out. “Housekeeping.” There was a clip clop across the floor as a maid went to work cleaning.

Hey, over here, wench! Somepony drugged me!

He stared at her, curious why she didn’t respond. Blue Blood shouted again, but got the same response.

Finally the maid looked over at him. “Gross! Ugh, I’m not paid enough for this. . .”

Why, I’ll see to it you’re fired!

The maid walked over with a mop and bucket. She wrung the water out of the mop and then slapped it down on the floor.

Blue Blood felt the mop hit him, and could taste the soapy water.

Are you fucking kidding? I’ll send you to a labor camp so far North of the Crystal Empire you’ll have to chip the ice out of the toilet to take a piss! Stop this at once!

His pleas continued to be ignored, and he slowly began to realize why. His headache faded slightly, and he realized he couldn’t feel his legs. He felt like his body had been tangled up in the mop, a large mass without bones.

The maid picked up the mop and squeezed all the goo out of the mop and into the bucket.

Blue Blood felt his consciousness divided in two, part still tasting the dirt floor and part tasting the soapy water. A moment later, the rest of him landed in the bucket, mixing in with the water.

Terror filled his mind as he realized he was some sort of jello or blob, and the maid couldn’t understand him. He pleaded and screamed as she carried the bucket into the janitor’s closet, and poured him into the drain.

The taste of industrial cleaners filled Blue Blood’s mouth as he oozed down the drain. It was soon replaced by mildew as he flowed through rusty pipes. Finally, he splashed down into liquid excrement in the Ponyville sewer. The taste filled his mouth as he congealed and settled on the bottom.

Hunger was overwhelming Scootaloo as she stumbled into the apple orchard. Her children were growing and were also hungry. She was able to sense their hunger through her link to her brood. Instead of feeling like one hungry pony-spider hybrid, Scootaloo felt a thousand hungry stomachs rumbling at once.

She extended her four spider-like clawed legs and scurried up into an apple tree. Scootaloo bit into an apple, swallowing greedily to sate her hunger. It didn’t sit right in her stomach, and a few of her teeth seemed hollow. After a moment of confusion, she realized she could suck up the apple through her modified teeth. Scootaloo was even able to inject venom into an apple with her teeth, watching as the apple dripped out of the hole in the peel to the ground.

While she could eat food like a normal pony, her entire brood was still hungry and even a dozen apples only barely took the edge off her own hunger. She didn’t look forward to eating a pony, but couldn’t find so much as a rabbit to eat instead.

Scootaloo groaned, the agony of her brood was maddening. She climbed down and went over to the Crusader’s tree house and went inside. She instructed her brood to web over the windows, and create small burrows for themselves to live in around and inside the treehouse.

She was trying to get some sleep while she thought of what to do. Scootaloo’s dreams seemed to be filled with the visions of the spiders and their hunt for food. A few stray insects were caught but not much else.

A floorboard creaked as weight was put on it. Scootaloo’s ear perked up. A pony was climbing up the ramp to the club house. Moments later, a confused Apple Bloom opened the door.

She had seen the webs, and was confused how her beloved tree house had gotten so dirty so quickly. Then she saw a filly huddled in the corner. “Scootaloo?” Apple Bloom took another step into the dark room. “Are you hurt?”

“Stay back!” Scootaloo could sense the many spiders in her brood, ranging in size from grapes to large apples, climbing around the room. From the outside, they began to web over the door to prevent escape.

“You’re hurt!” Apple Bloom saw one of the legs under her wings. It almost looked like a broken bone from where she stood. She rushed over to examine Scootaloo.

“No, get away!” Scootaloo stood up and lashed a leg out, knocking her back. “I’m too hungry, I can’t stop them all.”

“Stop who? What’s gotten into you?”

She heard her stomach rumble as she lifted herself up, extending her chitinous legs out from under her wings. Scootaloo had grown in size, nearly one and a half times bigger than Apple Bloom now.

“S-Scootaloo?” Apple Bloom stumbled backwards in fear, hitting a web that had been hastily spun in front of the door.

The will of the hungry brood overcame her; in a flash she pounced forward, burying her fangs into Apple Bloom’s neck. Scootaloo felt relief wash over her as she gave into the will of her young. Once she pulled her fangs out, she looked down at her friend. “I’m sorry, Apple Bloom, we’re so hungry.”

Her mouth flopped open wordlessly, the toxins working quickly to paralyze her body. The cocktail got to work dissolving her organs to liquid so they could all feed. Aphrodisiacs, pain killers, neurotoxins, and paralytics worked in unison to placate and digest the prey.

Apple Bloom went limp, unable to do more than twitch her legs involuntarily and move her eyes. She looked at Scootaloo, eyes wide in fear, as she squatted over as if about to use the restroom.

Instead, several thick strands of webbing shot out of Scootaloo’s backside. She began to spin Apple Bloom around, tightly wrapping her up in the cocoon. On some level, Scootaloo knew the paralyzation would wear off in under and hour, though the digestion could continue for the better part of a day.

By the time Scootaloo was done wrapping, only Apple Bloom’s face was left uncovered. “I’m sorry, I wish there was another way but my young are starving.”

“P-please, d-don’t kill m-me. . .” Apple Bloom struggled to stay lucid as she slowly regained motor control. The cocoon was wrapped so tight and her marehood was flooding her with strange new sensations.

“I don’t have a choice. Goodbye, Apple Bloom.” Scootaloo bit her neck again, holding her still as she injected a larger dose of the toxins into her.

Apple Bloom spasmed as the overload of toxins, endorphins, and aphrodisiacs caused her to black out; she started squirming in ecstasy, unable to feel her organs dissolve.

Soarin, Rarity, Fluttershy, Dash, and Applejack met inside of Twilight’s library. A distraught Spike was also there, going about his chores and denying the fact that Twilight had been missing for nearly twenty-four hours.

“Ah know nopony wants to admit it, but nopony that’s vanished yet has come back. Ah think Twilight. . . is gone,” Applejack said.

“No!” Dash slammed a hoof on the table, knocking over a cup of tea. “I’m not gonna give up on her. I’ll find whatever ate her and cut it wide open!”

Fluttershy gulped. “But, um. . . well, the animals are only doing what comes naturally to them.” Her voice had faded to little more than a whisper by the end of a sentence.

“What comes naturally? They’re eating ponies!”

“Well, yes,” she conceded. “But they’re predato—”

“They’re eating ponies!” Dash shouted, slamming her hoof again. “I don’t care if it’s the natural order, nopony eats my friends!”

“But maybe if I talk to them. . .” Fluttershy trailed off, sighing and hiding behind her mane.

“Blue Blood is missing too, and while I personally don’t miss him,” Rarity explained, “it leaves us in an awkward situation. Who is in charge of Ponyville? Mayor Mare has asked the five of us and Pinkie to come up with a plan.”

“Where is Pinkie?” Dash said. “I swear if something ate her I’m gonna rip it’s head off!”

“Relax, Rainbow, ah checked on her. She’s not feelin’ well, says she’s swollen up like a balloon and sleepin’ at Sugarcube Corner,” Applejack explained.

Soarin stopped rubbing his temples and looked at the mares around him. As much as he hated to be thrust into this position of authority, he was second in command under Spitfire. The Wonderbolts had been recalled to active duty, too, making him the highest ranking military official in Ponyville.

“Look, mares, I don’t have a choice. With Twilight gone, I’m instituting martial law.”

“You can’t do that,” Rarity said. “Equestria is a diarchy—”

“Whose rulers are missing,” Soarin interrupted. “As are their heirs, half of parliament, and Celestia knows who else.”

“Finally! Someone taking charge!” Dash did a loop in the air and landed next to Soarin. “Sign me up, just tell me which dragon to punch in the nose first!”

“Ahem, well the Wonderbolts have taken heavy losses already. I’m going to take volunteer draftees, and if you’d like Dash, I’ll give you a commission and field promotion to Captain. You can be my second in command,” Soarin explained.

“Awesome!” Dash gave him a quick salute.

“No not awesome, ah’m in favor of us five and Pinkie votin’ on what to do,” Applejack argued.

“And while you argue, ponies will die,” Dash pointed out. “We need quick, decisive action, right, General Soarin?”

He chuckled. “I was going to go with Colonel, but I never could remember how to spell it, so I guess General Soarin will do. And Dash is right. It’s in the best interest of Ponyville. All stallions will be drafted, mares are free to volunteer, and from this moment onward curfew is six pm to six am. Nopony is to move around during those hours and the perimeter of town will be patrolled twenty-four/seven.”

The meeting wrapped up shortly afterwards. Rarity and Applejack were opposed to martial law. Dash and Soarin were all for it.

They had turned to Fluttershy for a tie-breaking vote, and she had been too shy to back either of her friends. Both sides had merit, but for some reason all Fluttershy could think of was the animals.

She had been caring for them for ten years, and the predators had been content to eat smaller prey. Her rabbits were a popular target, but her pet bear had kept Angel and his family safe.

Fluttershy was torn between the animal’s needs and her own. They must have run out of prey to eat, and were eating ponies. It was the natural order. At the same time, these ponies were intelligent living creatures, with lives and families.

How was she to weigh the natural order of nature versus that of ponykind? Should they just kill all the predators, until they were safe? If they did that, populations of rabbits, deer, and other herbivores would explode. They would eat every blade of grass across Equestria, until it was a barren wasteland.

She had no clear answers as she crossed the river and approached her cottage. That was when she caught something out of the corner of her eye.

Out back by her shed was a patch of concrete where she would occasionally store firewood. The sun was about to set, and on the warm patch of concrete there was a large snake with a gash in its side.

Fluttershy flew over, landing a dozen feet away when the snake noticed her and hissed. She saw some claw marks the same size as the claws of a Timberwolf.

“Oh dear,” she said. “Mr. Snake, did you get attacked by a Timberwolf?”

The snake nodded his head, saying something in his language that only Fluttershy could understand. She went inside her shed and came back out with some antibiotic ointment.

“This may sting a little, but I’m not going to hurt you.” Fluttershy landed next to him. He was curled up and it was hard to gauge his length or size. She began to rub the ointment onto the gashes, and pulled some of the broken scales to properly clean it.

He hissed his thanks to her, then ducked his head as a pegasus flew by overhead. It hadn’t spotted them, but Fluttershy recognized the Equestrian Royal Air Force uniform on him. It must be part of the town guard, and curfew was only minutes away.

“Oh dear, if they find you out here they may kill you.” Fluttershy pet his side lovingly. “You can sleep in my house tonight, Mr. Snake, if you promise not to eat any of my animals. I have so few left as it is.”

The snake looked around, as if gauging how exposed he was, before nodding.

Fluttershy led him over to her cottage, opening the door and allowing him inside. Her pets hid for the most part as a large snake slithered in. She started a fire in the fireplace to keep the snake warm, and went to get some blankets. Fluttershy wanted to sleep on her couch in case the snake needed anything.

She ran into Angel near her closet. He stomped his hoof impatiently, pantomiming.

A giant snake? That’s really stupid, even for you! Angel gestured.

“Angel! Watch your tone, young man. I’m here to help all animals.”

And who is gonna help them when he swallows you?

“Mr. Snake promised to behave. Besides, he is hurt, and I can’t turn him away. They’ll kill him.”

Fine. I’ll be out in the burrows making sure all the critters are safe. The Owls have agreed to keep guard tonight.

“Thanks, Angel Bunny. Just make sure they don’t spook the mice again.”

Fluttershy pet him on the head before he hopped off. She took her blankets downstairs and went to check on the snake.

He was laying in front of the fireplace, and she ran a hoof along his side. He was probably twenty feet long, and nearly as cold as ice. He needed to warm up to help him heal.

That was when she saw the bulge in his stomach. It was large enough to be a deer, or even a cow or pony. Fluttershy gulped as she saw it, fighting back her thoughts about whether or not the snake’s meal enjoyed being eaten. She often had strange desires about predator and prey, and tried to shake them from her head.

“You ate a meal, Mr. Snake?”

He nodded his head.

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep you safe while you digest it and get better.” Fluttershy covered up his back half with a blanket. I just hope it was nopony I know. It’s the natural order, however, and his meal is his meal. There’d be no saving them now.

Fluttershy’s hoof trembled as she stroked the bulge in his stomach. Any doubts she had as to the contents of his stomach were dispelled as she heard a familiar voice moaning.

“Hello?” Fluttershy asked. She rubbed the belly again.

“F-Fluttershy? Please h-help me,” Twilight said. “I’ve been stuck. . . I c-can’t feel my legs, and I d-don’t know how much longer my m-magic will k-keep my soul intact. . .”

She froze for a moment, looking at the bulge that was once her best friend. Part of her, for one horrifying moment, wanted to slice the snake open to rescue her friend. However, the animal lover inside her quickly won out. Twilight was a grown alicorn, capable of defending herself. The snake had fought for his meal and eaten it. Fluttershy wouldn’t disrupt the natural order, not when her friend was already past saving.

“Shhh, it’s okay.” Fluttershy massaged the bulge in the snake’s belly, laying down on it with a blanket.

“Can’t move. . . I can feel his muscles, like part of me is in them. . .”

“It’ll be over soon, just a few days,” Fluttershy cooed. She continued to rub the bulge in the snake’s stomach as she laid on it. She closed her eyes and imagined how warm and cozy Twilight must be. “You’ll keep Mr. Snake fed for weeks.”