Author's Note

Warning this chapter contains soft vore, if you don't like it feel free to skip!

To those who do like soft vore or vore of any kind enjoy.

And finally to those who don't have a clue what I'm on about: Vore: The term used by fiction writers for eating another sentient being. Hope that clears it up!

Forgive me

Lemon was beginning to notice the strange look in Pine’s eyes causing her to become concerned. Their playtime had suddenly ended and now Pine was acting as if he’d seen a ghost

“Pine, what’s wrong? What’s going on?” she asked softly, unable to mask the worry and fear in her voice, something that could scare a predator of the Everfree had to be deadly.

“I-I think there’s another Lamia coming into the valley, following you scent...” Pine took a deep breath which was entirely made of Lemon’s scent now, he smiled eyes dropping and almost began to drool before he snapped back to normal “...whoever it is was following your scent, so I’ve tried hiding us in here, air can’t get in or out so it’s a good place to hide scents,” Pine noticed Lemon’s worried face “Don’t worry about running out of air, got them,” Pine nodded to a large clump of glowing purple trees reaching about knee high with Lemon, like a mini forest model that glowed. Pine’s breathing began to slow down and become much longer

“But now... after tasting your hoof, I’m so tempted to eat and... We’re stuck in the same room... so close and I don’t know if... I can resist...” Pine managed and lay down on his tail and looked up at Lemon “Why do you have to smell so good?” he grumbled, cursing the mare’s attractive scent.

“Another Lamia? There are more of you?” Lemon asked inquisitively, it seemed like this day was filled with constant surprises. Just one bad decision after another, but she mustered herself as a big mare; she got herself into this mess, she’d get herself out

“Also, what’s stopping you from, I don’t know, looking into a mirror and hypnotising yourself too not wanting to eat me?” she asked “You know, self hypnosis? Some ponies I know do it.” she said hoping that Pine could do so and then wait out the other Lamia pony.

Pine managed a scoff that sounded slightly painful

“Lamia’s are generally immune to hypnosis, fake Lamia’s can hypnotise each other because they’re closer to being ponies but a pure born Lamia, like me, can’t be hypnotised, plus your kind of hypnosis isn’t as good, you have to willing go under... Where’s the fun in that?” Pine asked still breathing in thick amounts of Lemon’s scent, he tried to focus on the questions to distract himself from the growing hunger in his stomach

“Y-yes more Lamia’s... not many live out here... badlands is... our native home but we’ve found ways too... s-sneak into Equestria...” it was getting hard to talk, Pine kept staring at Lemon and he gulped

“Really did this have to happen?” Pine thought sadly.

“Pine, I don’t like how you’re looking at me...” Lemon said nervously starting to back away. The handsome Lamia was starting to look more and more predatory and less and less his silly self with each passing second. The yellow mare saw his tongue flick in and out frantically, she once heard that’s how serpents smell

“...My smell? Could it be my lemon shampoo making him crazy?” Lemon thought as she frantically searched around the cave. Her eyes finally came to notice a small pool of water in one corner, which produced mud around the edges

“Maybe I could kill the smell... or at least make it more easy for him to bare with it.” Lemon thought. However, it was on the other side of Pine’s serpentine body, the cave was narrow; there was little chance of going around. Lemon had to think up a bluff to distract him momentarily. Without warning, Lemon pointed to the wall behind the Lamia

“Pine, what’s that!?” she shouted faking fear, hoping to distract him for the crucial instant that she would need to leap over Pine’s long scaly tail.

Pine didn’t even glance over

“The wall.” He mumbled in a monotone voice and closed his eyes breathing deeply one last time before standing up

“I’m sorry,” Pine whispered sounding genuinely sorry “I’ve tried... I really have, Lemon... But I can’t stand it anymore.” Pine opened his eyes which were vacant of the twinkle of mischief and playfulness, they were cold and hard like a predators, which didn’t suit them “I’m hungry... And this is how nature works Lemon... forgive me.” He whispered approaching the mare.

“If you want I can hypnotise you, make this more enjoyable,” Pine’s voice had changed slightly, somepony alert could notice the dark tone in which he spoke but otherwise it was hidden. What wasn’t hidden were the tears running down his cheeks

“I’m sorry.” Pine whispered again preparing to strike.

“P-Pine...” Lemon began, her voice wavering “Remember... Remember when that mare left you? Remember how hurt you were when she betrayed you? I now know what you felt. I really hoped this would have worked, I still think it can... I can return later when you’ve cooled down, just... five seconds of control... that’s all you need. I’ll leave, you can hunt and I promise to return,” Lemon whispered. Though Lemon knew that if other Lamia’s were out there she’d be going out the frying pan and into the fire, but she wagered she had better chances out there than in here, at the moment

“Please Pine, please do it for me.” Lemon said, unable to stop thinking about her friends and family, to think her thrill seeking may mean they will never get to see her again, it was too much and Lemon began to cry.

Pine turned his head downward sadly then he breathed in Lemon’s scent again and Pine was gone, replaced once again by his inner beast and he tackled Lemon to the ground. Pine wrapped up her back hooves and pinned her front hooves against her body, more of Pine’s tail wrapped around Lemon’s body. She felt so soft and smelled delicious, Pine hugged Lemon burying his face into her mane and breathed in her scent directly, this was going to be delicious.

Pine stood them both up and spun Lemon around; she made such a cute little whimpering sound as she looked up at him. Pine kissed the back of her head then unhinged his jaw. Pine worked his mouth over the top of Lemon’s mane, working from where he’d kissed her. He covered her eyes so she couldn’t see anything. Pine lifted Lemon up as he swallowed her whole head; it felt so nice to have something going down his starving throat to his stomach. Gravity aided Pine in letting Lemon slip further down; he wrapped his tongue around Lemon’s chest tickling her belly. She wriggled a little which Pine enjoyed, he’d have smiled if he didn’t have half a mare sticking out his mouth.

Pine swallowed Lemon up to her hooves and licked the bottom of them, just like she’d enjoyed before. Pine didn’t even return to normal slightly, the taste of Lemon was dulling his mind, he let Lemon slide the rest of the way and closed his mouth sighing as Lemon entered his stomach the way in closing behind her, likely. Pine piled his coils up and rested the lump that was Lemon on them then lay next to it

“So how is it in there?” Pine asked his mind slowly clearing of the fog that had formed whilst he’d been feeding.

Pine’s agility was terrifying, in mere seconds, he’d wrapped her up and swallowed her whole. Lemon struggled as hard as she could at first, before realising it was pointless to fight such a powerful creature. She couldn’t believe it, her thrill seeking had spelled her doom, it was sobering, but it was too late. The incredible muscles of Pine’s oesophagus pressed in all around Lemon, forcing her deeper and deeper into the Lamia’s interior. She eventually came to rest in a somewhat less restricted chamber, Lemon began to weep; she couldn’t believe that this would be her final resting place. In her wailing, she prayed that the lack of air would do her in before the stomach acids melted her alive. Then Pine asked his question from outside

“What do you think!?” she yelled in response the anger apparent in her voice, she half wondered why she even humoured her murderer.

Pine frowned and flexed his tail, which worked as a massage on the interior as well

“Geez Lemon you’re acting as if I’ve sentence you to death or something, no need to be so mean you’ll be fine.” Pine stroked his own tail burping quietly and grinning at the lemony taste before his mind finished clearing and the normal Pine was back

“Huh, what happened?” Pine noticed the lump in his tail “Oh no, oh no, no, no!” Pine winced then spoke after a few seconds “Lemon...?” he asked.

The powerful muscles kneaded Lemon, massaging her in her hour of woe

“Fine? Last time I checked things died when they were eaten,” she yelled through Pine’s stomach, feeling the entire thing squeeze her and then contract. It was almost as if it was kissing her whole body. Then Lemon heard Pine talk to himself and freak out... then speak to her

“Pine... How could you?” Lemon asked “How could you give in and eat me, I-I don’t want to die!” Lemon said sobbing.

Pine winced, he’d eaten her. He’d caved in and EATEN HER!

“Lemon... I-I’m so sorry I didn’t mean too... you just smelled so good and I...” Pine took a deep breath before speaking as calmly and reassuringly as he could “I promise no harm will come to you Lemon, okay? I swear!” Pine tapped his hooves against his tail nervously “Let me give you a biology lesson on Lamia’s” Pine said hugging the lump crying softly, she was going to hate him. This was actually WORSE than the first mare right now!

Pine spoke softly and soothingly and hoped she believed him, it was truth what he said but she might not believe or want to hope she could get out

“Lemon, Lamia’s, as you know, have hypnosis the ability to relax any regular pony who looks within their eyes and control them. This isn’t the only trick we have, we have our tails as a physical weapon should we ever need it or we can use it to comfort a... friend,” Pine hesitated with the last word unsure whether Lemon would ever again even consider him that “But when we have a relationship Lamia’s sometimes eat a mate, since we’re so few in number if we digested them all, we’d die out so... we evolved I suppose you could say. We developed another stomach, like a storage tank you could say. It can’t break anything down, though if exposed to a bare pony it makes you feel tingly like pins and needles, it was evolved also to regurgitate mates without it tasting bad... so ironically it would taste as good going up as it went down... What I’m saying is you’re in my first stomach. If you feel around with your back legs you might feel a second closed passage that leads to the second then you know I’m speaking the truth.” Pine prayed for Lemon to still retain her reasoning.

“Hmph, eating mates, a likely story,” Lemon thought, but she felt around with her back hooves and touched against a soft passageway that was set into a small trench of sorts, like a tunnel that was blocked. The muscly ring actually felt quite nice on her hoof but she pulled away not wanting to accidently force her way into the second stomach and be burned. Though now she realised that, at the very least, she wouldn’t melt alive, she had to admit the stomach was actually not that bad. The walls pressed against her like a full body massage and the tingling sensation felt strangely... Lemon blushed refusing to go down that path and decided it was more a bubbly sensation like a warm Jacuzzi.

“I’m going to be sick.” Pine said to Lemon putting on a thickly false voice of illness. True enough though, the inside of his stomach began to contract and pushed forward against Lemon’s hooves until she was forced against the entrance ring to Pine’s first stomach. The ring leading up Pine’s oesophagus opened and Lemon was slowly forced back up. Pine placed his hooves on the ground, whilst it tasted like Lemon had on the way down, like he knew it would, it was still severely uncomfortable to spit out a pony as well as exhausting.

Pine unhinged his jaw in anticipation for Lemon, who, seconds later, popped up from his throat. Her head was forced out and Pine tilted his head down helping Lemon be spat out. She fell out landing on a pile of Pine’s coils, she rolled over taking deep breathes, having had too hold her breath since going up made breathing difficult for both participants

“I’m... Sorry Lemon... I tried not...” Pine sighed finally giving into exhaustion. Pine fell next to Lemon breathing heavily, having eaten and then quickly regurgitated Lemon back up had taken almost all his energy, he’d need a couple hours to recover... though within the cave the cold was seeping into his scales and he began to shiver in his sleep.

Lemon lay on the bed of coils, panting, tired and covered with saliva and stomach goo. She stared vacantly into space reflecting on how her choices had led up to this point, Lemon sighed

“I really need to get better taste in coltfriends,” she said under her breath before turning to the collapsed Pine. Lemon was beginning to have mixed feelings about him and yet... she gazed upon his sleeping face warmly. Even when snoring, he was cute, Lemon stroked his tail with her hoof then glanced towards the pool of water in the corner. She decided to wash off all the mess on her since it probably wouldn’t look good. A quick bath later and Lemon snuggled up in Pine’s coils. They were soft and cool and Lemon wagered that she could use a little nap too now.

As she snuggled in, she began to ponder, looking back on it, being swallowed wasn’t so bad, once she realised she wasn’t going to die horribly. The thought of having another go at it was both repulsive and exciting. Before she closed her eyes, she gave the nearest segment of Pine’s snake body a quick kiss, taking in its faint bitter taste. She mulled on it as she drifted into dreamland.