“Apple Bloom!” The voice echoed through the orchard and once again, there was no reply.

Applejack had been out looking for her for a couple of hours now. Her first stop had been the clubhouse. It was covered in cobwebs, but the inside was empty. There were so many spiders that she didn’t linger long, most of them were larger than an apple but still smaller than a watermelon. If Apple Bloom had stumbled into the webs, she didn’t see how such small spiders could have gotten rid of a body.

She tried not to think about it, however, as she continued her search. This was her second pass of the farm and all the acres owned by the family. The only place left was the small creek between the southern field and the Everfree. It was the boundary line between the farm and the wild.

“Apple Bloom?” Applejack hesitated for a moment. So many ponies had vanished, and to the best of her knowledge the ones not snatched during the dragon migration had vanished in the Everfree. If her sister had gone in there, for any reason, she was likely already dead.

“Well, no choice but to try. I just hope Big Mac doesn’t wind up out here looking for me.” She looked at one of the nearby trees and went to stand in front of it. “Better just test out the guns.” Applejack spun around and bucked the tree with all her might, easily causing a crack in the trunk that ran three feet up the middle.

“Yep, ah’d like to see somepony try and eat me!”

Applejack walked into the forest, on guard and looking in every direction for some clue where her sister had gone. She spent another hour this way before turning to head back to the farm. The exit to the forest shouldn’t be that far away.

As she stepped over a branch her hoof slipped on a rock, and she twisted her ankle. “Gah! Dang-nammit!” Applejack sat on her rump and examined her foreleg. It was hurting pretty bad, and she couldn’t put weight on it. “At least ah’m nearly out of the forest, it was just a little further in…” She looked around, realizing she had lost her bearings.

The edge of the forest should only be a hundred yards away, but she couldn’t recall in which direction. She uttered a few more profanities and stood up.

“Well, guess ah can look for a mossy tree or a river.”

She began to limp down one of the several poorly-defined paths in the forest. The bushes were so thick it was hard to tell if she was even staying on the same path.

A twig snapped, and in her paranoia Applejack froze completely. A minute passed, then two, and there were no further sounds. As soon as she stepped forward again, she heard bushes rustling.

The forest was getting so dark as the sun set that she could barely see a hoof’s-length in front of her. The black bark and thick canopy did her no favors, and her heart began to race as she realized there were no crickets or birds chirping.

A deathly silence had fallen over her, as if all the animals knew something she didn’t. “Apple Bloom?” she said softly.

Another bush rustled behind her, and she spun around, wincing as she put weight on her sore leg. “Ah’m not afraid of you! Best scurry back where ya came from.”

This time the noise came from behind her. She screamed as she put weight on her front legs and bucked backwards without bothering to look. There was a loud crunching sound as she connected with her attacker, and a loud, painful yelp.

Applejack fell to the ground, having put too much weight on her injured leg. She stood back up to face the wolf that had attacked her. Unlike a timber wolf, this one was flesh and blood. They were common much further north, and she’d never seen one in real life before.

Her sore leg throbbed, each use of it making it weaker and weaker. As she limped to make sure her attacker would stay down, she recalled another bit of trivia.

Wolves hunt in packs.

Before her brain could fully register her current danger, a heavy weight slammed into her side. Applejack tumbled along the ground, a wolf’s legs clawing at her while its teeth violently nipped at her. She managed to keep it from latching on, and kicked it off, when a third wolf landed on her.

This time she had too many things going on at once. While she worried about the wolf that tackled her, this new wolf bit into her injured leg and shook it furiously. His teeth dug into the bone and she felt white hot searing pain through the entire limb. Blood splattered across her as she felt the joint pop, and Applejack screamed loud enough to cause birds in the distance to flee their nests.

Applejack kicked this wolf hard in the side, causing it to release its grip on her mangled leg. This actually caused it to hurt more, as the cold air and dirt began to get into the shredded flesh.

The rest of the pack had closed in on her as she slid backwards, leaving a trail of blood in the dirt. They were a bit wary, having seen her kill a wolf in one kick, and toss off another two. Applejack knew that fear was the only thing keeping her alive, so she ignored the searing pains in her leg to hobble onto all three good legs.

The wolves had circled her, and she knew the moment one of them got the nerve to pounce her, it’d be over. She’d get one shot if she was lucky to buck the wolf, and if that failed, she was dead.

“You want this? Well come an get it, you no-good mutts!” Applejack blinked the sweat out of her eyes, counting out five wolves and one dead wolf.

She heard a branch snap and threw all her weight onto her one good foreleg, bucking behind her. A hoof grazed a wolf, but unfortunately it hadn’t pounced at her. The wolf had just stepped on a twig, and Applejack without anything to arrest her momentum, collapsed to the floor on her belly.

The wolves wasted no time. In a flash, she felt at least three sets of teeth bury themselves into her side and back leg. Applejack flailed her mangled leg in a desperate attempt to get them off, and a wolf bit her throat.

AJ gasped for air as the wolf tightened his jaw around her throat. She could barely get any air past him, and her head was spinning from the reduced blood flow. “G-gah, h-help!” she whimpered. There wasn’t enough air left to even call out for aid.

Even with three wolves pinning her, she wasn’t done fighting. She began to struggle with every ounce of strength she had, despite nearly blacking out from the exertion. One of the wolves walked up to her muzzle, biting down over her nose. Applejack mumbled into his mouth. Now she could barely get air into her nose, smelled nothing but blood, and had a wolf firmly clamping down on her neck.

Applejack finally went limp from the lack of air, and the wolf on her neck adjusted his bite sending a fresh stabbing pain through her neck.

The wolf at her muzzle let go, walking around to her side. This one seemed larger than the others, likely the alpha. With the pony disabled, it raked a claw through her stomach, pinning her to the ground as she bled out into the soil. If she had been able to see, she’d have seen her intestines begin to spill out of the gash.

The alpha bit into her flank, his teeth sinking deep with a searing pain. Then he tore back, ripping her cutie mark and a mouthful of muscle off in one motion. The pain caused her to scream and flinch, her barely audible cries for help reaching nopony.

This time the alpha’s teeth scraped against the bone of her hip. The wolves that had been pinning her down began to gnaw on her legs, raking their teeth against the bone to rend bits of flesh off to eat.

Applejack felt each and every tooth dig through her flesh. She wanted to struggle, or scream, or just die already. Unfortunately, she couldn’t do any of those things. The wolf on her throat had robbed her of so much oxygen she could barely whimper, and with his teeth clamped down around vital arteries, any struggle would just kill her faster.

She began to cry, knowing this had likely been Apple Bloom’s fate. Applejack’s vision darkened as she felt something tearing at her stomach, vital organs being torn away so the wolves could get to the valuable fat and muscle inside her abdomen. At some point near the end, she had felt her femur crack as a wolf gnawed it to bits.

With her last bits of consciousness she felt the wolf on her neck let go, knowing the prey stood no hope of escape now. Her legs had been flayed, leaving little but bone and hooves on them. She had so little blood left that her body had gone into shock, diverting it all to her heart, lung, and brains. Now that all five of them were gnawing on her back, flanks, and shoulders, this vital blood in the core of her body began to spill out.

Applejack felt each beat of her heart as the life drained from her. A single beat, the feel of a wolf tearing away her mane and scalp. A few seconds pass. Another claw tearing at her side. Another heartbeat. A wolf tearing her tail to shreds to get the muscle on her ass. Her bladder emptying. Fifteen seconds.

A final beat.

Mrs. Cake was hidden in the closet of Sugarcube Corner. The dragons had come back, only two of them, but that was two dragons more than anypony could fight off. Perhaps if there was still an alicorn in town they’d stand a chance.

She heard a loud bang, and the entire house shook. The dragon knew she was in there, it could smell her. It had been poking its head in windows and trying to find the tasty morsel.

Mrs. Cake squeezed her babies tight against her bosom. Pound and Pumpkin cake were near her teats, though neither were interested in eating. Both were shivering and scared senseless. They just nuzzled up against their mother as she squeezed them tight enough she might accidently smother one.

Another loud bang shook the house. Mrs. Cake had counted to ten that time, the dragon was running out of windows to check. As long as he didn’t come in through the baby’s room and into the hall closet, they’d be fine.

She curled up further into the corner, squeezing her babies tighter against her. There was something oddly comforting about squeezing them tightly against her, and Mrs. Cake wasn’t sure what it was. Whatever it was, it made her feel warm and fuzzy, as cliche as it sounded, and also safe.

The dragon slammed against the house again, and she was grateful it was a smaller dragon or the house would likely be rubble by now. Mrs. Cake moaned loudly as she felt a tingling pressure in her groin, squeezing her hind legs together tightly. She heard Pound Cake crying in fear, but Pumpkin had fallen silent.

Mrs. Cake then realized there was something large moving its way up her marehood, sliding in the wrong direction into her womb. She looked down to see Pumpkin’s tail as a large bulge slid into her pussy and vanished.

She gasped in horror, only to moan a moment later as Pumpkin reached her uterus and began to wiggle around. Her baby felt so safe inside her, and her ass was still tingling in pleasure. Mrs. Cake looked at her other child, Pound, and smiled.

“You’ll be so much safer in mommy until this is over,” she said.

Mrs. Cake grabbed Pound and pushed him against her marehood. He wiggled his legs until one of them poked in between the loose folds of skin. Her muscle promptly sealed around it, sucking it inward.

Pound cried as his hips were enveloped, and Mrs. Cake lowered a hoof to massage her slick slit. This caused her to envelop Pound faster as she built towards a climax.

The large bump between her legs would hardly be recognized as a pony, save for a foreleg and some hair sticking out of Cake’s slit. Pound took one last breath of fresh air, as Mrs. Cake closed her legs tightly together. She buried her hoof into her clit and climaxed, writhing around as her other twin was deposited in her womb.

Pinkie Pie flew down towards the other dragon. Ever since she had swallowed Derpy, her wings had begun to form. They still felt a bit weak, but they got the job done. Once she had eaten Colgate, a horn had formed. Pinkie was now, for all intents and purposes, a highly dangerous untrained alicorn.

And the dragon had picked up on this fact after she had used her magic to summon an exploding cupcake, severing one of its wings.

The dragon shot fire up at Pinkie, who summoned a massive apple pie to block it with. She then fired a beam of uncontrolled magic at the dragon, searing his scales and burning the skin beneath.

Pinkie looked around and saw a large stone fountain, and with great effort, tore it out of the ground and flung it at the dragon, crushing him. “Woohoo! This is awesome!”

“Yeah, I’m kinda surprised you’re this profecient at it,” Derpy stated.

“You’re using more magic than I ever did,” Colgate observed. She was now a fresh blue balloon with a small white stripe on Pinkie’s flank. She sat between Derpy’s grey balloon and Time Turner’s brown balloon. Her only consolation in being fully absorbed into Pinkie was being the most colorful balloon on her right flank.

“Yeah! I can’t wait to eat some more ponies! I bet I’ll be powerful enough to save all of Equestria!” Pinkie cheered.

A few ponies on the ground saw her flying around and fighting the dragon, but thought nothing of it, because Pinkie Pie.

“Alright, one dragon left!”

Pinkie looked at Sugarcube Corner and saw a dragon clawing the side of the building apart. Using something she had once read in a book, she summoned two portal and a single cupcake made of depleted-uranium. While this cupcake was unfit for pony consumption, it made the perfect projectile.

She dropped the muffin into the magical portal, causing it to fall out the portal above it. The muffin quickly bounced between the two portals, reaching terminal velocity. Pinkie then used her magic to give it a slight nudge to somewhere just shy of the speed of light. Then, she aimed the portal at the dragon.

“Hey, Mr. Dragon! Nopony breaks a Pinkie’s home!”

The dragon turned to face Pinkie. It roared, it’s vibrant red scales glowing in the night. He inhaled, the flame inside him burning so brightly that the light shone through the cracks in his scaley skin.

Just as he began to exhale flame at Pinkie, there was a horrible crunching sound.

A limp corpse fell to the ground with no head attached. The dragon’s brains were scattered over a mile east of town, along with the nearly-light-speed cupcake that had so messily decapitated it.

“Best day ever!” Pinkie screamed.

She turned around and found Cloud Kicker hiding under a park bench. Cloud looked up. “T-thanks, Pinkie! I don’t know what I’d have done if you weren’t here, those dragons were definitely not Kicker-sexual!”

“Oh, but I am! Why don’t you come spend the night with me tonight and we’ll call it even?”

“Sure, but one question. How’d you become an alicorn?” Cloud asked.

Pinkie laughed loudly. “It must have been something I ate.”

Fluttershy came downstairs to sleep with her guest, Mr. Snake, and check on Twilight. From the moment she had discovered Twilight in the snake’s belly, it had been a few days already. Fluttershy knew at that point Twilight would have lost all her skin and most of her muscles and bones in her legs. It was a miracle Twilight was alive enough to call out for help.

Today, the snake’s stomach barely bulged out. Twilight had nearly been completely absorbed, except for her horn, hooves, and hair.

Fluttershy rubbed the bulge, managing to smooth it out until you couldn’t tell a pony had been in there. “It’s over now, Twilight. I wish I’d gotten to you sooner, but you’re actually quite lucky. Things have gotten bad, real bad. Mr. Snake here was a peaceful way to go, and he’s promised to keep me and the critters I have left safe.

Inside the snake, Twilight felt herself twitch as Fluttershy massaged her. Something was wrong though, her entire sense of self had changed. For days she was trapped inside the snake’s stomach, and for days she felt her body burn as she was being digested. But she doesn’t feel that pain anymore, in fact now she just feel strength.

Fluttershy rubs Twilight’s tissue and talks to her, but Twlight can’t make out Fluttershy’s words. She can hear the vibrations of the noise just fine, but she just doesn’t seem to be able to understand the words anymore. Well, not like it matters, Twilight was incapable of replying to the pony outside. She couldn’t move on her own anymore, she felt healthy and strong, but could only move when the brain told her to move. But it was not her brain that told her when to move. It was the snake’s.

Twilight’s thoughts get scrambled as nerves fire on her, and she feels her tissue faithfully constrict to help the snake move. She found the entire experience rewarding, as it It felt good to have a purpose for the body and to be a useful bit of tissue. It also felt good to have blood flowing through her and bringing her nutrients so she could constrict herself whenever the snake told her too. It wasn’t all perfect for Twilight though, she was finding it harder and harder to stay mentally focused. She could feel her mental functions slowing down, as they were no longer needed in her new form. She didn’t have to think anymore, the snake was doing all the thinking for her.

Her thoughts were disorganized, but she was still trying to make sense of herself. ‘I was in pain, but now I seem to be okay. What happened to me? Am I—” Twilight’s thoughts are cut off as she gets a signal from the brain and starts contracting. It was feeling more and more natural to act like that, to just constrict and relax and forget about everything else. As she reflected on that pleasure, the reality finally clicked in her foggy mind. “Oh Celestia... I’ve been absorbed into the snake! I’m becoming nothing b-but worthless tissue and snake muscle. This can’t be happening! I have to get out of here before it’s too late! Gah, but how!?” Twilight wanted to scream, she wanted to thrash out, she wanted to do something, anything! But she couldn’t do any of those things, she couldn’t even move. Well, unless of course, the brain told her to.

Constrict. Pause. Constrict. Pause. Constrict... Twilight’s mind wandered, she already forgot what she was thinking about not ten seconds ago. She hoped the snake was happy with her function, she was doing it the best she could.

Fluttershy continued to massage the snake. “Oh, Twilight, its too bad you can’t talk to me anymore. I wish you could tell me what it was like, to get crushed by those strong muscles and held helpless. To feel that slick, tight throat grip you and pull you down to his waiting stomach.”

She climbed on top of the snake and started to rub herself against him. The snake watched curiously, tasting the scent of her arousal in the air. “Oh, and to be held so tight and warm, wiggling as you slowly dissolve… if I didn’t have so many little critters to care for I might join you. In fact, I’m surprised you didn’t fight one silly snake off. Maybe you enjoyed it too, and let the snake eat you?”

The snake seemed to nod to her, confirming her suspicion that Twilight didn’t put up much of a fight. “Oh, such a kinky little bookworm. You’re so lucky.” Fluttershy yawned and continued to rub the snakes belly as she fell asleep.

Twilight could feel the hoof tracing circle on her, and tightened herself up in response. At least she knew Fluttershy was okay, and that meant the rest of her friends must be doing well also.

She continued to constrict and relax at command, unable to really focus her thoughts on anything anymore. Eventually, she let out a small mental moan of pleasure as she felt the last bits of her old body become fully integrated into her new function, completing her transformation into her new self. She was completely and utterly integrated into the snake now, with every cell in her body converted into snake tissue.

Her magic had become virtually non-existent, it’s was only powerful enough to preserve her mind and keep her sapient. She felt her entire body constrict rhythmically and her thoughts began to fizzle out. She would always be sentient, but without any nerve cells left it was impossible to think of anything. She was nothing more than a sentient muscle now, just normal tissue and blood, utterly indistinguishable from the rest of the snake’s body. And if she ever lost focus, she might forget she was ever a pony to begin with.

Author's Note

1.) Twilight absorption written by guest author & Fetishist TwistedSpectrum.
2.) Kaidan doesn't do disclaimers. Anyone who says they haven't wanted to watch someone get brutally murdered by a pack of predators is lying.