My Little Pony: Vore is Magic

Sweetie Belle was walking down the street cautiously. It was as safe as possible in town now, with a fence having been finished that circled the town. It was more symbolic than anything, as it was a mere six feet tall and wooden.

She was also aware that the town hall would sound the bell at the first sighting of a dragon. Therefore, she didn’t give much thought to a few thorny black vines on the side of the road. In her attempt to look down each alleyway between the buildings, in the hopes that she might find her long-lost friends Apple Bloom or Scootaloo, she scraped her leg on a vine.

Sweetie jumped back, letting out a yelp of pain. She looked down at her leg and saw a droplet of blood run down to her hoof. The cut was small, and covered with some filthy sap from the vine. Sweetie wiped the sap off and waited a minute for the bleeding to stop. Thinking nothing of it, she galloped over to the library and the safety of her sister.

When the door to the library opened and Sweetie slipped inside, Rarity spotted her immediately. “Sweetie! I told you to stay home.”

“I didn’t want to be all alone, it’s safer here with you guys!”

Rarity sighed. “While I can’t argue that, you still took a big risk coming here alone. Take a seat, darling.”

Sweetie sat down and looked around. At a small table Dash was having a heated debate with Pinkie. To her surprise, Pinkie had a horn and wings. “Wait! When did Pinkie become an alicorn?!”

“I had a super special diet. I called it my ‘in case of fire breathing pony eating dragon emergency contingency plan!” Pinkie said. She trotted over to the young filly. “Now I can defend all my friends.” She licked her lips, sniffing the scent of strawberry from Sweetie’s mane conditioner subconsciously.

“And your cutie mark, it’s changed colors. They’re like, four balloons now too!”

Pinkie smiled, recalling the delicious tastes of Derpy, Time Turner, Colgate, and Carrot Top. The latter in particular had literally tasted like carrot cake, and Pinkie was already planning to see if apples tasted like apples, or orange family like oranges. “Heh, I guess it comes with becoming super-duper alicorn ninja warrior!”

“Cut the nonsense!” Dash barked. “I don’t care how you did it, but we’re losing ponies left and right and you’re the only ace we have up our sleeves. Now, why don’t we get back to this meeting?” She gestured to her side, where Spike and Soarin were sitting.

“Keep quiet, darling, while the grown-ups talk.”

Sweetie pouted, crossing her forelegs. She thought it was odd that Pinkie was suddenly an alicorn, or that Spike seemed to have grown almost twice as tall. Sweetie wanted to argue that something was wrong, but knew from experience that Rarity would just yell at her and send her to her room.

“Twilight hasn’t been heard from or spotted, at this point we need to assume the worst. As for Applejack, you saw her at the farm Dash?” Soarin asked.

“Yeah, she left like an hour ago to look for Apple Bloom. She should be here for the meeting any second.” Dash looked to the door, a frown crossing her features as she worried for her friend.

“With the fence built we haven’t seen any timberwolves, alligators, or other minor pests in town. We’ll just continue our aerial patrols and hopefully Fleetfoot will return soon with news from Canterlot. If not, he’ll be the third pegasus that’s been lost in an attempt to contact the throne.”

“He’s fast, I think he’ll do all right,” Dash said.

Sweetie scratched at her scratched foreleg as they talked. It was itching badly, and a thick scab had formed over it. The brown patch of fur was stuck, and resisting Sweetie’s attempts to pick at it. To make matters worse, her leg was getting stiff and sore.

The door to the library opened, and Fleetfoot stumbled in. He had cuts and scrapes across both sides of his body and was missing so many feathers it was a miracle he could have flown back at all.

“Fleetfoot! What happened?” Soarin asked.

He walked forward until he could slump in a chair. Even then, it took him a few minutes to gather his thoughts. “Canterlot is gone.”

“What?” Rarity asked. “Surely somepony was still there.”

“No, it’s a ghost town. I couldn’t even find bodies. Just burned buildings, plants, and worse…”

Dash slammed her hoof on the table. “Worse?! What could be worse than the entire capitol going missing?!”

Fleetfoot looked down at the floor, his wings twitching. “The castle… was occupied by the griffons. They were… were…”

“Spit it out, Fleetfoot,” Soarin said.

“The griffons were roasting live ponies on spits over their campfires for supper. An entire army, living in the castle ruins. There’s no way Celestia and Luna are coming to save us…”

The room fell silent for minutes as everypony pondered the implications. It was known that griffons ate meat, but not for tens of thousands of years had pony been on the menu. It would appear they had taken advantage of Equestria’s weakness to finally conquer it, once and for all.

“But the sun and moon are still setting,” Pinkie observed. “That means Celestia and Luna must be alive! We can’t just give up on them!”

“Pinkie, even if they’re alive we have no idea where they are,” Rarity said.

“Fleetfoot, how’d you make it back?” Soarin asked. “Those wounds look pretty bad.”

“One of the griffon patrols spotted me, and I barely made it back alive. I flew Southeast towards Appaloosa, then cut west and lost them in the Everfree. With any luck, they won’t alert the army that we’re hunkered down here in Ponyville, but for all we know the army could be heading here next anyway…”

Sweetie snapped out of her daze and looked down at her leg. The scab now covered over half of her leg, and had the texture of tree bark. She tried to peel it off, and let out a yelp of pain.

When Rarity looked over, she saw her sister’s white fur had taken a green, sickly tint to it. “Sweetie! You’re sick!”

“Yeah, I don’t feel so good. I hurt my leg earlier,” she replied.

“That looks like an infection, I’m getting you home at once then I’m finding Nurse Redheart.” Rarity turned to Dash and the others. “I must get her home and make sure she gets better. Do be a dear, and check on Fluttershy for me. She still refuses to leave her cottage.”

Dash nodded, and turned back to chat with Soarin.

Rarity tried to pick up Sweetie, who immediately pushed her back. “I can walk!”

“Ugh, I’m just trying to help. Go ahead then, let’s get home.”

Sweetie trot out the door, followed closely by Rarity. Now that she thought about it, she did feel very light-headed. Rarity was talking, but Sweetie could barely focus enough to hear her. All four of her legs were burning and for a moment she had to stop to catch her breath. It felt like something was crawling beneath her skin.

Rarity looked back to see Sweetie standing there, her gaze focused a thousand yards into the distance. “Sweetie?”

“Sis, I don’t feel so well.”

“I know, darling, I’ll carry you, okay?”

“Yeah…”

Rarity lit up her horn and tried to lift Sweetie with her magic. Her rump was raised in the air as her hind legs were lifted, however her forelegs stayed firmly attached to the ground. “Sweetie honey, don’t struggle.”

“I’m not… I can’t move them.”

Rarity had to release her grip to catch her breath, and came to take a closer look. Sweetie’s forelegs were covered in a nasty brown rash that looked rather solid. “Is that where you were cut?” She lit up her horn and tried to lift just one leg, and noticed what appeared like roots anchoring her hoof to the ground.

“I… it hurts, sis. I’m so cold…”

Rarity gulped, realizing that something was changing her sister, devouring her body from the inside out. “Don’t worry honey… I’ll get a doctor… or… I’ll get Pinkie! She’s an alicorn! You just wait right here!”

“No, don’t… leave me!” Sweetie could feel thin tendrils spreading through her body, like icy knives plunging through her flesh. They wove their way around her bones as they spread, robbing her of the ability to cry out in pain as they constricted her lungs.

“I’ll be right back, don’t worry!”

Big Mac smiled as he looked down at Thunderlane. “You gonna stare all night?”

“Damn, no wonder Caramel has been trying to keep you all to himself.” Thunderlane stroked a hoof down the side of Big Mac’s shaft. “Seriously, how do you get any work done with a cock that big? You should have passed out from lack of blood to get that big.”

“Eeyup.” He stroked the hair out of Thunderlane’s face. “Now I’m all for foreplay but anymore teasin’ and I’m liable to take matters into my own hooves.”

“Heh, I’d be more than happy to test you out, but no promises. This thing looks too big to even fit the tip in my mouth.”

“Guess you won’t know until you try.”

Thunderlane nodded, and leaned forward to lick the tip of his cock. There was a steady stream of precum coming out of it, and it actually tasted a bit like apple.

Big Mac moaned, feeling the muscles controlling his cock twitch and then relax. He could feel the hunger welling up deep inside the pit of his stomach, and knew it wouldn’t be long now.

He leaned forward to lick at the cock again, surprised by how much liquid was dribbling out of the tip. Thunderland was lapping it up when he felt Big Mac’s hooves on the back of his head, shoving him forward. His face hit the cock with a wet slap, and Thunderlane could feel the urethra spreading open to envelop his face.

Thunderlane tried to pull back from Big Mac, however the larger stallion was strong enough to easily pin his face against his cock. Slowly, Thunderlane could feel his head slipping into the urethra that was dripping wet with precum, lubricating it for his passage. With no view of the outside world, he tried shouting out to Big Mac to stop.

“Nope.” Mac kept one hoof holding his hair, while the other rubbed Thunderlane’s flank. His cock had swallowed him up to the neck now, and the slit of his urethra was slowly adjusting to take in his shoulders. More cum dripped out onto the mattress in the apple cellar, leaking out past Thunderlane’s neck.

Thunderlane felt his forelegs getting pushed backward, pinned to his sides. He realized with horror that he was actually being pulled inside of Big Mac’s cock. Thunderlane thought it’d be a dragon or manticore to kill him, but not this. As he struggled harder, he noticed the rhytmic muscles tugging him forward. Instead of getting out, his struggling was just helping spread the lubricant and making him slide in faster.

Big Mac moaned loudly, feeling the pressure build as his aroused cock tried to cum, but was plugged by Thunderlane. He had already been pulled in up to his flanks, and the outline of his body was visible in the bulging cock. At this point, Mac used both hooves to start stroking Thunderlane’s cock, and carefully guide it into the urethra.

Thunderlane felt his cock getting stroked as it entered the hot, wet urethra. Despite his peril, it was so tight and hot inside Big Mac’s cock, that he couldn’t hold back his orgasm. Thunderlane came as his balls were sucked into his urethra, his hind legs kicking out for the last time into the cold night air.

With nothing but his hooves and tail still hanging out, Thunderlane was sliding into Big Mac’s scrotum fast.

At the same time, Caramel walked in, curious where his special somepony had gone off to. He saw an amazing sight: two hooves and a tail sliding down Big Mac’s cock, which was larger than ever. The forelegs, head, flanks, and wings of a pony were visible as bulges sliding down the cock.

“B-Big Mac?!” Caramel stood speechless after uttering just one phrase.

He looked over at his lover. “I can explain… I have to feed it, to keep you safe!” Big Mac groaned loudly as Thunderlane settled into his scrotum with a loud, wet plop.

“I… I don’t know what to say…”

Big Mac slowly stood up, the weight of an adult pony slowing him down. His scrotum dragged along the ground as he walked, causing him to wince. “I swear, it was for us.”

Caramel chuckled nervously. “Well, it was kinda hot to see you with that massive cock. That must be why they call you Big Mac.” Instead of running, he trot forward and planted a kiss squarely on Big Mac’s lips, then wrapped his forelegs around his neck.

Big Mac was taken back by this reaction, and slowly guided Caramel towards the mattress. His lover wanted to make out, and having just eaten it should be safe. Big Mac fell onto the bed with Caramel.

As the two lay there, Caramel wrapped his legs around Mac’s cock and stroked it up and down. It was still hard, easily reaching from Mac’s groin to Caramel’s chin. He judged it to be a few times larger than a leg, and Caramel’s own cock was a paltry fraction of it’s size. He ground the two cocks together anyway, savoring his lover’s embrace.

Big Mac could feel some cum splash out onto Caramel as his orgasm forced small bits of semen past Thunderlane. Caramel continued stroking and massaging the cock, slowly grinding his cock up it’s length until he was positioned above it.

“Caramel?”

“I want you inside me, Mac,” he said. He pushed his plot backward against the large cock.

“It won’t fit…” Mac tried to pull back, but noticed some suction pulling against him. His cock had enveloped Caramel’s ass up to the cutie mark, covering up over half of his tail. A familiar hunger welled up in the pit of his stomach. “C-Caramel… stop, it’s not safe.”

“Oh, Celestia, that feels amazing….” Caramel looked down smirking, using his hoof to guide his cock to Big Mac’s lips. “Taste it, taste me as I become part of you.”

Caramel used one hoof to push himself a bit deeper inside Mac’s cock, causing his hind legs to fold up towards his forelegs. His balls tensed against the urethra, and his rigid cock twitched just in front of Big Mac.

Knowing his lover wouldn’t be here much longer, Big Mac took his cock into his mouth and began to suck with as much enthusiasm as he could. His lover slid inside of his cock until just the tip of Caramel’s cock was still visisble. Finally, Big Mac felt load after load of Caramel’s cum shoot into his mouth and Big Mac savored every strand.

Caramel’s cock vanished as he slid in up to his forelegs. He looked over at Big Mac. “Thank you.”

“You idiot, I didn’t want to lose you in the first place…” Big Mac looked away, not wanting to lose the stallion he’d wanted so hard to protect.

“We all die sometime, and I’d much rather become a part of the pony I love the most than some stupid dragon.” Caramel lifted up Big Mac’s chin with the only leg still outside of his urethra. “Survive this. Survive for me, Big Mac, and know I always loved you.”

Caramel planted a kiss on Big Mac’s lips and held it until he could hold it no longer. Big Mac broke the kiss as he felt his own urethra seal over Caramel’s face.

The pressure in his scrotum was painful as the two ponies settled down inside it. Big Mac couldn’t even walk like this, and to make matters worse, he was horny as fuck. It would be hours, possibly days, until he’d digested the two stallions into cum. That meant two days of being unbearably horny before he could masterbate and release the tension in his balls.

Sweetie felt the pressure around her increasing as the bark sealed the last of her skin inside. She could barely see out a small knot in the tree that had grown around her. Somehow she hadn’t died, but Sweetie wished she had. She could feel the branches of the tree and feel her roots in the ground. Somehow, she’d become a plant. Even now, she could feel small thorns forming on her roots, several of which started to stick out of the ground to infect more unsuspecting ponies.

Rarity raced back with Pinkie, only to find a rather nasty looking tree. It seemed like it belonged in the Everfree, not Ponyville. It stood exactly where she had left her sister. “Sweetie was right here, Pinkie!”

“Hmm, all I see is a tree.” Pinkie walked around, careful to avoid the thorns. “Do you think the tree got her?”

Rarity gasped. “Her leg, the roots… Pinkie, I think she is the tree!”

Pinkie and Rarity took a couple steps back. There was tree sap dripping from several dozen sharp barbs on the roots. “She could cut somepony else on those thorns, you think that’s how the plants did it?”

“I… I don’t know! This is horrible! We have to save my sister!” Rarity tried to rush to the tree and hug it, but Pinkie held her back.

“We can’t… she’s gone now!”

Sweetie watched in horror as Pinkie dragged Rarity away. She tried her hardest to scream for help, but had no mouth.