Friendship is Kinky

In retrospect, the whole thing had been one great big bad idea. When the three fillies known as the 'Cutie Mark Crusaders' had shown up without any prior warning from her faithful student, she probably should have sent a letter asking if she wanted them back.

"Aww, please? We just wanna try! How else are we supposed to find our cutie marks if we don't try EVERYTHING?"

The monarch of the sun did her best to try and drown out the little filly's plea as she tediously worked through yet another report on the status of the land. For almost three hours, through court, the gardens and everywhere else she went they had followed her, evading her chief guards with a terrifying and contemptible ease. At least, if it didn't appear to be completely by accident. She didn't even want to think about the mess Stormcloak had gotten into in attempting to follow them, as she'd never seen such a large quantity of tree sap in one location in all her long years before. For that alone, she was almost tempted to fullfil their request and get them out of her solar mane.

It seemed like the world was in the middle of a 'dump everything on Celestia' phase, with more and more crisises arising every week that needed her personal signoff to control. Her formerly meager free time had almost vanished entirely, and the thought of even more work to come made her clutch one hoof to her trim, lithe stomach and groan at the heartburn she was slowly gaining from her overworked status and stress. And at the rate her paperwork kept piling up, it was a minor miracle if anypony could hear her call for antacids from outside her private study, with massive reams of paper piled against all the walls and most of the doors higher than even she was tall.

Which begged the question once more, how did the three little fillies get in? Putting on her best face, she turned from her paperwork to see the three smiling fillies sitting less than three feet behind her on the thick plush carpet, almost wiggling about on the spot in excitement over their latest potential cutie mark. A soft sigh escaped her, as she knew she at least had to try to make them go home once more.

"My little ponies, I do hope you realize what exactly it is you are asking of me. A cutie mark is not something to be rushed, but instead nurtured until it at last blooms into a wonderful showing of your talents. And your request is something I put aside a long time ago. I'm afraid that I might not even be able to do it anymore." Celestia looked on in surprise at how crestfallen the three little fillies became at the thought that it might actually be impossible for their request to be carried out. For just a second, she was tempted, so ever so slightly tempted to try for old times sake, the royal tradition having never really been outlawed, it had just fallen out of favor in the wake of the nightmare incident...

"Awww..." The three fillies looked at each other in confusion as to what they could possibly do now that yet another potential cutie mark had been crossed off the list.

"This sucks. I wish we had known before we came here." Scootaloo shuffled her wings on her back, not looking forward to buzzing all the way back to Ponyville from Canterlot. She'd just barely made it up the mountain on the enthusiasm of Applebloom and Sweetie. Now, though? She loved 'flying' her scooter. But another 30 miles in the two hours before dark? Her back ached just thinking about how hard she was going to be flapping.

"Yeah. I'm just not looking forward to explaining to my sister Rarity what we were thinking in coming all the way to Canterlot just to ask the Princess to eat us." Sweetie Belle blew her mane back off of her horn with an errant huff, slumping in anticipation of the legendary chewing out her older sister would give her for any part of their plan, let alone the whole thing. Her little white coat was still dusty from the journey, even after the afternoon of shaking herself off, and she'd be a little self-propelled dust devil when she got home.

"Applejack was sure that Princess Celestia still did it. Ah guess we should have asked Twilight first. It's just not fair that it's this hard to get our cutie marks. We've tried EVERYTHING!" Applebloom stomped impatiently, grunting in frustration from nearly a year and a half of searching high and low for anything that might show her her special talents in life. Her little yellow-furred gaze sheepishly turned up to the princess in question, realizing she might have insulted her. "Uh, no offense princess. And we're really sorry we asked."

"Well... I suppose if it means so much to you, your princess will oblige." Celestia bowed her head, wondering if she even still had her old flexibility for a moment. The squeals of delight from the three fillies shook her a bit, as they jumped into a line with almost comically precise speed. Scootaloo stood at the front, hopping from hoof to hoof as Celestia slowly leaned down to nudge her nose to nose. 'You know, it's been hundreds of years since I last did this. I wonder...'

The regal monarch slowly opened her mouth, stretching it wider and wider in anticipation of what was to come. The little orange and purple filly squeaked with delight as Celestia's tongue reached out and licked her teasingly around the muzzle for a moment. Celestia just kept pushing forward, easing the tip of Scootaloo's muzzle into her gaping maw as she concentrates with all her mind on achieving one goal. For a few awkward seconds, the little filly's hooves found themselves scooting backwards across the carpet as Celestia tried to unhinge her jaw after so long, a muffled pop making both widen their eyes, daring to believe the impossible still possible. 'Here goes nothing...'

The princess leaned forward suddenly, bending her forelegs to bear down on the little pegasus's head, her lips slowly wrapping downwards around her until they squeezed around the little purple mane and her neck. Scootaloo flared her wings in surprise at the sudden movement, and the slick and slimy interior of Celestia's mouth. She almost wanted to back out, not that Celestia was about to stop if she didn't have to. Her two companions watched intently as Celestia closed her eyes slowly, a shudder of joy at a long lost hobby running through her body before she tensed, and gulped.

Scootaloo found herself jerked forward, her wings and forelegs squished flat against her as the lips spread further down around her, covering her with slick drool running down her form. Celestia could feel the filly's head spreading the beginning of her neck and knew it was time to begin in earnest, another thick and wet gulp dragging the orange pegasus deeper into the flesh of her devourer. Already her wings and forelegs had vanished entirely into the maw, tightly bound as the lump of her head became clear in Celestia's throat.

"Hayfeathers, Scoots! You're doing it, you're doing it!" Applebloom jumped up and down gleefully as Celestia took another swallow, Scootaloo vanishing a bit further from the world as her new white home eased her lips over the soft belly of the filly.

'I'm doing it, not her. Oh why did I ever give this up? She tastes sooooo gooood!' Celestia moaned all around the little filly, wanting to savor every last inch of her taste. By now she'd leaned so far over that her royal flank was waving high in the air, her tail twitching with delight from the long forgotten sensations as she swallowed once more, clearing the last great hurdle of Scootaloo's rump. The tightness of her throat began to push at the little filly, who ticklishly squirmed from each little rippling swallow, only speeding her descent. Inch by tickling inch, her hind legs slithered between the monarch's lips, until at last Celestia wrapped her tongue around the pegasus's hooves and erased them from independent existence.

Sweetie Belle dashed up to Celestia's neck, where Scootaloo's bulge could be seen slowly descending towards the obscuring bulk of Celestia's torso. "Scoots! Speak to me!"

At first nothing could be heard, before the bulge wriggled as best it could in the tight confines of the slick throat. Muffledly, her voice could be heard over each now soft ~glk~ of Celestia dragging her deeper. "That was totally awesome! And scary at first, but you guys should totally try it! It's all weird and gross and oh wow it tickles! And it's really soft and warm in here like a-" The little filly was cut off as she descended past Celestia's ribs, her excited shouts completely muffled as she began to ever more rapidly slip towards the stomach.

The three remaining figures watched in a slight bit of awe as a thick, rounded bulge at last reappeared between Celestia's hind legs, animatedly wriggling as the little filly explored the tight space she found herself in. Celestia's eyes half lidded as she licked her lips in fond memories. She remembered this feeling, relished it it, reveled in it. Once, before the nightmare rebellion had ruined it for everypony, fillies had been a delicacy reserved for royalty, the best possible meal one could find. Celestia let her mind wander for a moment as the movements of her indulgence slowly hypnotized her, until Sweetie Belle poked at the softened gut of the solar monarch in wonder. The sensation brought Celestia back to the matter at hand as she gave as much of a predatory smile as she could with a dislocated lower jaw.

"That looked crazy fun, Scoots! I can't wait to- ack!" Celestia had to have more, startling Sweetie Belle as her tongue darted out and wrapped around the filly's hind legs with a swift and terrible suddeness. The monarch leaned forward, flopping entirely onto her chest as her forelegs grabbed at Applebloom's own rear, Celestia realizing that if she wanted to properly enjoy her indulgence she'd have to work fast. The two fillies found themselves jammed against each other in the tight maw, their soon to be home expanding her jaws as far as she could to fit the two of them.

Rubbing her hooves in frustration over the fact that her royal duties wouldn't let her take the long slow swallows like she liked, the two fillies found themselves jerking deeper in short bursts of movement, rapidly swallowed up to their ribs. They squealed in awe before a more massive swallow yanked them deep enough for their muzzles to barely poke out from between Celestia's lips. Languid slurps of Celestia's tongue pulled their hooves into her maw, leaving those little specks of fur the last things visible of the two as she slowly lathered them over.

The two of them would squirm from the tickles of Celestia's tongue desperately wringing every last drop of flavor from their forms in the short time she had before they would join their friend. Soft panting puffs of breath emerged from Celestia as a thousand such other meals graced her mind, before she finally took in a deep breath, and ~GLK!~'d. The meaty, wet swallow yanked them from her maw, their conjoined bulges sliding rapidly out of sight towards her belly as she claimed them as well. Her old techniques hadn't faded after all, skills her sister Luna was so very envious of as the thoughts of her soon to be new permanent additions caused her to reminisce about hundreds of years of history.

The soft squirms in her silken gut sent shivers down her form as she laid there, sprawled out and resting atop her swollen belly, hindlegs splayed in the air from the width between them. Inside her, her former little ponies who had now become little morsels struggled to reach a comfortable position for the three of them, the tight confines a struggle to worth within. The heat and humidity, along with the thin sheen of internal juices coated everything, including all three of them as they reached out to one another in the stifling dark within the stomach.

"We... actually did it!" Scootaloo flared her wings as she gleefully squirmed, the sudden movement making Celestia gasp from her ticklish stomach being brushed by a multitude of feathers.

"Yeah! I can't believe we did it!" Applebloom drew her two friends into a hug, wondering why she felt like she was sweating profusely already.

"Yeah... now what?" The other two turned to look in the dark towards where Sweetie Belle laid against the softly rippling side of the chamber. Then they both slapped themselves in the face as they realized it was too dark to see.

"What do you mean, now what? We did it, we actually fit and we're inside!" Scootaloo shook herself once more as she wriggled in the slight puddle that had developed. Outside, their host moaned once more, tail tucked as tightly as possible to her massive belly to avoid a further indiscretion.

"Yeah, listen to her, she really likes what we did! We've got to be the best meal that she's ever had! CUTIE MARK CRUSADERS, ROYAL ENTREES!" Applebloom didn't hesitate for a moment, gleefully shouting at the top of her lungs within the tight space, her enthusiasm infecting the other two once more as they cheered loudly together.

Celestia put a hoof to her mouth as a belch surfaced from the depths of her digestive tract. She muffled it as best she could with her mouth as she pushed her jaw back into place, a tiny and demure 'urp' being the slight sound that emerged. Slowly she rose to her hooves, gasping at how far the three distorted her belly as it wobbled back and forth below her and dragged ever so slightly against the ground. Already her belly had started to ever so slightly churn around her three new morsels, gurgling and glorping as it splashed the slimy and sticky fluid over the trio. "Urp... oh dear, I'm glad I could help girls, but I'm afraid you'll ruin the royal figure. Not that it matters, I suppose. The three of you were the most wonderful meal I've had in a millennium!" Celestia patted her massive gut fondly, feeling a figure moving within as she did.

"Really?" The soft voice could just barely be heard over the churning of her gut, as a slight chime began to ring from within.

"Oh yes, quite so. The three of you were so willing and eager, and you tasted so nice... far better than the stuffy old food the castle chefs produce." Celestia wondered if they actually realized what becoming her meal had entailed. Ah, well, it was too late to turn back now that she had them in her gut anyway. She almost wondered if she could just sprawl out atop her obscenely streched belly and just wobble the night away as they digested down there. Sure, it wouldn't be all that comfortable at first, but with the girls slowly liquifying in her stomach, they'd turn into a lovely waterbed for her.

"Ohmygosh, we all just got our cutie marks, ohmygosh,ohmygosh,OHMYGOSH!" Celestia stifled back a belch once more, the small 'urp' of pleasure making her horn tingle as she looked to her desk across the room for her, and the courier there waiti- AAAUUGH!

"Your majesty? You look unwell..." The courier looked distinctly uncomfortable with the way her belly was still showing signs of movement and how it was almost as big across as she was. He set down a royal invitation scroll, realizing as he did that he should have probably not entered Celestia's chambers without her permission.

"Um, as I said, oh my gosh, I really should thank those three little fillies for making the best meal I've had in a millennium. If you could, when you leave would you please inform the guards to be on the lookout for little Applebloom, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo? I misplaced them after I ended up taking a slight nap after eating, and I must thank them for their services to the crown." Celestia did her best to make it up as she went along, wondering if the courier bought even a word of it. The surprisingly easygoing nod she received from eased her nerves as she rose to her hooves once more and decompressed the little fillies within. As soon as he shut the door behind himself, she immediately returned her hoof to her soft, gurgling belly and the three lumps within. "What was that about receiving cutie marks, girls?"

"We got 'em! We got 'em! Thank you so much Princess!" Celestia softly 'urp'ed again from the force of the trio's shouting within her, shaking unsteadily on her legs. The movements of the three fillies inside continually sent pleasant tremors through her from the wonderous sensations of the three of them pressed against the silky lining of her stomach. She was surprised that she could still manage to successfully move around with such a generous and bountiful filling, though the unsteady swinging of her gut back and forth between her movements and those of her occupants was difficult to compensate for.

"Well, I can't say I've actually ever heard of a cutie mark for being food. I suppose it is something remarkable. I've certainly never heard of such a thing before. Too bad then, my little morsels, that you'll only get to practice your special talent once." Celestia wondered if she should have actually said that. She paused as she inspected the scroll, realizing that she might have goofed slightly. She'd never digest her three morsels in time to be presentable for the gala later that night. 'Ah, screw it. I'm the princess, what is somepony going to do, complain to me? I'm sure the little ones would love some company.'

Her belly rumbled for a moment, before shaking wildly as the trio inside jittered in shock. "What? What the hay is that supposed to mean?" The muffled voice was indistinct, the monarch glad she had a few inches of flesh between her and the shoutee, relatively speaking. The little thrashes felt different already, changed with the first steps of their transformation.

"Well, what do you think happens to food? You digest it." Celestia grinned at the shocked writhing, almost ready to roll on her back like a dog to let them squirm to their hearts content if it wouldn't be instantly incriminating if a servant walked in. "Oh, you had to know, you're too big and solid to spit back out, or to err, exit out the rear exit. Which leaves only changing to a form I can use as your way out. I can only prolong the process, not stop it once you entered into me. You were destined to become delicious fat for me from the moment I squeezed Scootaloo's head into my mouth."

The three fillies in her stomach sat quiet in the darkness, mostly in shock at the brazen confession of what their princess planned to do to them. For some reason, for all that what was about to happen to them terrified them, it was kind of... interesting, and cool at the same time. Sweetie spoke up once more, poking the side of Celestia's stomach from within. "Oh... okay. I guess if we did kind of stick our hooves in it this time. Uh, what happens next?"

Celestia blinked at how calmly her morsels were taking the situation, remembering how often she'd received enough squirms to give her an upset stomach. "You're not upset that you'll shortly be part of me?"

"Well, ya are kinda more important than us, and what good is yellin' and screamin' gonna do when the deed's been done. Is it gonna hurt?" Applebloom wriggled inside of the white monarch, grumbling about the sticky fluid that had pooled around their rumps as she kept up her slow rubs against the walls in the darkness.

Celestia looked over the official 'invitation', wondering if she could escape outside contact for the night and enjoy her meal. Alas, no. She had made too many commitments for the evening already. She wondered if anypony would even notice that her gut was as large as she was and still wiggling. Screw it, she'd eat them too, she was the Princess, and it wasn't anypony's business as to what went on in there. A less distracted portion of her mind answered back to the trio inside, summoning back her gentler natures. "No, little morsel. I wouldn't intentionally hurt any of my subjects, and especially not one that is soon to be part of me. It will tingle a bit, as you change for me. Don't be alarmed at the rising fluids and your own changes. Just, go along with them, they'll all be over before too long. Oh, and please don't shout, it makes me burp in a rather undignified way."

She chuckled at the sheepish oopses she could just barely hear from them, grinning at the thought. "Oh, I don't mind, it's actually rather refreshing to have the table manners of a commoner. But I'm afraid I'll be going to a public ball in an hour, and such an indiscretion would be... rather bad for you and me. And, there is the small matter of such things accelerating your... err, fate." She absentmindedly rubbed a hoof at her waist once more, feeling the sore tenderness from having expanded so far to fit her meal. The sort of pleasant burn that somepony would get after exercising a muscle long unusued. Why had she given it up? Well, was it because she had gotten soft in her old age? Her sister, something somepony said? It had been so long she couldn't remember the details.

She could hear the trio discussing something once more, their voices indistinct as her stomach churned them for a few moments. She turned back to her paperwork, hoping to finish it off and let the three morsels in her fade away without too much more hassle. It seemed she'd need to do some more pruning of her history to prevent another incident from occurring. It was actually several minutes before one of the former fillies spoke once more. She had thought they'd fallen asleep in there, from the heat or something else, but the sudden movement as they pressed against one side as one made her turn her head to look back, sitting down with a careful squirm. "Princess Celestia, could you do one more thing for us? I know we're food now and it's got to be weird for you to talk to us, but..."

"Yes?"

Scootaloo spoke up, her softening hooves squishing against the inside of the stomach, already starting to transform ticklishly into a nutritious slurry. "Could you let our friends and family know?" The trio of fillies were sloshing about now, with the transformed goo from their own bodies sweating off and the stomach digestive juice up to their bellies. Pensive, and awaiting their fate, the last thing they wanted to do was at least let their families know.

"I can let them know that you became a part of the sun. I'm afraid that's all I can do, my little morsels." Celestia patted her now partially rounded belly as she turned back to her work. The glorps and gurgles of her belly grew greater as the little morsels within her grew less distinct from each other and the syrup they were slowly changing into. She could feel them hugging each other, or trying to in the sloshing as their limbs grew softer. Paperwork beckoned, and she ignore the movements within her belly as they continued, faint outlines slowly fading. She had so much to do before the ball.

Loud hoofsteps rang in the hall, and her door slammed open with the telekinetic force of her sister's might. "Tia, we really need... to... You said we could not eat fillies anymore, Tia." Luna moved more softly after she trailed off in shock, shutting and locking the door behind herself. Soft caressing touches of her hooves drew what little movement the foals within had left as they continued to transform into soup for Celestia. The pace of their transformation was increasing, spreading exponentially as Celestia tried to digest them before her public appointment. Luna's ear pressed against her taut belly, squishing against the mass within and sending waves of tasty goo across each of the morsels within as they changed.

Celestia shook her head, trying to push off her investigating sister. Each push sank the foals deeper as their lower bodies broke up, soon up to their necks. The rounding belly swayed with each movement as Luna pushed and prodded at it. Celestia batted a hoof at Luna to make her stop as she spoke up, feeling strangely queasy suddenly. "Doesn't count, they fed themselves to me, Luna! I was beating them off with a stick until I gave in. Even if it was... delicious. I want to give them the time, but I need a belly that isn't incriminating, and-"

"CUTIE MARK CRUSADER ROYAL BELLY FAT!"

Celestia couldn't hold it in as the crusaders gave their last hurrah, the rattle of the last of the air in her stomach vacating in a thunderous belch as the stomach compressed upon it's occupants. Even as they faded away in a great smush, the stomach churning and sloshing violently as it broke their gelatinous forms up, Celestia began to hack and wheeze with the need to cough something up. A small bulge worked out her neck, one last cough aided by Luna slapping the solar diarch's rump pushing the object free. Applebloom's pink bow splattered on the floor, covered in orange, yellow, and white goo, incriminatingly lying before her.

"Sister, we think thou protesteth too much."