Spinning Dreams

Months passed by with Luna’s nightly visits. Most times she’d have to wait for Vinyl’s dream set to finish before the pair would rush off backstage for an after set snack. Sometimes the session was willing, sometimes it was unwilling, while on a few rare occasions, a little nibbling and biting were thrown in as well. With those dreams, Vinyl would wake up covered in bruises and bite marks. Luna warned Vinyl that what happened in the dream world could and more than likely would happen to her physical body so the two were careful to not get too rough.

On one particular night, Luna was in a rush to get to Vinyl’s dream. The tell tale sound of her grumbling stomach made clear why she was in such a hurry. Luckily that night, the dream was just one of the bedroom dreams Vinyl would have while waiting for Luna to show up. As such, she found Vinyl Scratch sitting on the well used bed waiting for her.

Vinyl was startled at first when Luna came rushing in. “Oh! Luna! You’re early tonight! I wasn’t expecting you for at least another hour,” Vinyl commented, looking at the practically famished alicorn. Luna gave a sheepish grin and her stomach chimed in with a loud rumble.

“I’m… sorry Vinyl. Night court is close to starting, I’m famished. I just need a quick filling. Please!” Luna was practically on her knees and begging at that point.

Vinyl Scratch laughed loudly. “It’s not often that a predator begs the prey to be devoured. But I suppose I could indulge y-.”

No sooner had the words left her mouth, Vinyl Scratch found her vision blinded by a bright flash. Once her vision cleared, though, Vinyl realized she was someplace dark, wet, and tight. And it only got tighter when a very loud belch sounded. Vinyl Scratch was quite upset.

“H-Hey! No fair teleporting me inside your stom- WHOA!”

While in the midst of her complaining, Princess Luna decided to flop onto the floor, squishing her belly and the occupant inside. “I told you, I wanted something filling, not something tasty! I love having such a large belly and-”

“You could have at least warned me!,” grumped the now trapped mare. “You owe me! Next time, I’M in charge of how I get eaten. You’ll have to do exactly as I say, got it?”

Luna gave a small nod and another loud belch. Her hooves massaged over her now full and content belly. “If that will appease you, then I agree.” She wistfully sighed nearly closing her eyes when something caught her attention out of the corner of her eye. She glanced up to focus on what she saw.

Luna gasped when she saw the dreamscape start to wobble. Somepony had entered her dreamchamber and was attempting to wake her up! “Oh no! Vinyl! We have to get you out of there right now!” she said quickly. She lit up her horn to teleport the dream Vinyl out of her stomach just as the dreamscape disappeared; she found herself sitting in her dreamwalking chamber.

“Princess, I’m sorry to interrupt your nightly duty, but Night Court is about to start. Your presence is needed,” one of her guards said once the dreamwalking spell dissipated.

Luna glanced down at her bulging gut almost immediately. A quick concealment spell hid the fact her belly was full and, hopefully, was done quick enough that her guard hadn’t noticed. She was afraid that one day it would happen: in the midst of the pair’s nightly sessions, Luna would be forced to drop the dreamwalking spell. And despite having complete control of her body in the dream world, it wouldn’t take long for her body to start digesting her dream snack while she was awake. Lost in her thoughts, it appeared that she wasn’t paying attention to the guard.

“Princess Luna?”

“Yes, yes, of course. Night Court. How many ponies do we have tonight?”

“Not many your highness. Not as many as we usually have. Maybe 15?”

Each step she took toward the royal hall kept her quite aware of her full stomach as she walked. “Please, let’s make this as quick as possible, please. I have something quite urgent to get back to.”

Vinyl Scratch awoke with a start. It was the first time a dream session ended with her still inside Luna and she felt… odd. She had her own things to take care of, though, so she thought nothing of it. Instead she got out of bed and stretched, headed to her shower and turned on the water. “Gah. Luna! Teleporting me right inside instead of gulping me down. That’s so cheating!” she complained to nopony in particular.

She set the water temperature fully cold. She loved her cold showers after a night of partying; it always helped to sober herself up. But today, something was different. She fiddled with the shower knobs and frowned. Despite the temperature she set she still felt warm water hitting her. “Why’s the water warm? I have it on cold only!” And she still couldn’t quite place it, but it felt as if she was wrapped tight in a warm sleeping bag.

She shrugged and finished her shower quickly before drying her mane, putting her glasses and headphones on and heading toward one of the clubs in Canterlot. “Can’t keep the fans waiting, my next gig is in a couple hours.”

Vinyl decided it would be best for her to walk and enjoy the cool night air. Even then, she found it warm.The sleeping bag feeling shifted around her with each step and it felt as if she was getting massaged. “I don’t know what’s going on or why I feel warm and weird, but this massage feels great! I’ll be limber and loose for my set by the time I get there!” As she trotted along, she didn’t notice that her cutie mark looked to be fading away and the surrounding area was turning red.

A quick glance to a nearby clock showed that if she continued at her current pace, she’d be late to her gig. As soon as she rounded the next corner she entered a dark alleyway; it was one of her favorite shortcuts. When she re-emerged from the other end of the alley there were patches of her coat missing. Where her coat was missing, raw, red patches showed through the skin underneath. And it appeared her mane and tail were much shorter than usual.

She picked up her pace at about the same time the nice massage squeezed stronger and tighter. An odd noise caught her attention and she turned to find it. She was hearing… something. A gurgle? A squish? Vinyl shook her head and laughed. “I must be hearing things because Luna cut our little session short! I’ll have to get her back when we meet up again.” Distracted by her thoughts, Vinyl didn’t notice the pothole in the road and tripped; she ended up in a thick bush.

She climbed out of the bush with a pained groan before brushing herself off. Her mane and tail were completely gone, parts of her ears looked to be eaten away, and the red spots with missing fur had not only increased in size but in number as well. Spots had formed all along her back, along her legs, and around her eyes and snout. “I really need to watch where I’m going, don’t I?” she asked aloud with a laugh. She managed to take only two steps from the bushes when she felt the hugging around her get much much tighter found it difficult to breathe. Along with that tighter hugging she heard the sound of… a belch? Vinyl shook her head and let out a soft, though hesitant chuckle. “I’m really hearing things now, aren’t I? A belch? And with the tightness around me and the warmth you’d think I was stuck in… a…” Vinyl’s words trailed of. Her eyes went wide as a look of realization passed over her face. Luna leaving quickly. Not spitting up her dream self. The warning about things happening in the dream happening in real life.

“Luna’s digesting my dream self and it’s manifesting on me! I have to get to Luna!”

In the span of her realization, many of the red patches on her body had disappeared and turned into actual holes, showing the bones underneath. Just as she was about to dash off to the castle, Vinyl Scratch felt a hoof drape around her neck.

“Vinyl! Right on time!” the club owner said gruffly. “Looks like you got the Zombie Night announcement. Love the costume and make-up, you’ll be a hit tonight! Hurry up! It’s almost time for your set!”

“But! But!”

Despite her protests she was herded inside of the club. She could only hope it wouldn’t take too long and that the crowd wouldn’t ask for too many encores.

Luna sat on her throne in night court with a hoof on her head. She had listened to many complaints, suggestions, and general inquiries during the session. She was preoccupied with the soft gurgles coming from her belly to really pay much attention. From what she could remember, one noblepony tried to convince her to inscribe the face of his lover on the moon for a single night. She dismissed that one rather easily. Not only would it be a waste of her magic, an inscription wouldn’t just disappear after one night. She suggested an alternative of her sister sending his lover to the moon to make the aforementioned shape, but the noblepony seemed less than thrilled by that idea.

A group of rich Canterlot residents were next to speak with Luna. They wanted more spending in Canterlot for all the night time events that took place there. Their suggestion was to spend less on her sister’s day. A suggestion that did pique Luna’s interest. With more spending at night, more ponies would have things to do. But, she reasoned, that most ponies slept at night and there really wasn’t anything to take money from during the day to justify the new spending. The group left disappointed but satisfied with the answer.

Before the next group of ponies entered, Luna opened her mouth to let out a rather crass belch that had been brewing the entire time she was dealing with the Canterlot snobs. With a sheepish grin and a light blush, she excused herself before calling for the next group to come in.

The next group of ponies were not from Canterlot, but from many of the smaller places in and around Equestria. Most seemed to be in places located nearest to Cloudsdale and Ponyville. They were there not asking, but demanding that both royal sisters increase spending in their towns for their upkeep. Every other week some horrible creature was attacking and, while grateful for the Elements of Harmony defeating them, there was always collateral damage to their town. Luna agreed that something should be done and that she would speak with Celestia on the matter once she was awake. She extended her hospitality to let them stay in Canterlot for the night and to let them know the final decision by the end of the next day.

All the while she had been dealing with the ponies, however, she had been rather distracted. At first it was just the small gurgles coming from her stomach, hidden as it was by a concealment spell, and a few belches. Now, though, it felt as if what was in her stomach was actively moving. And not only moving but somewhat rhythmically. “Vinyl must be playing a set and has not realized what has happened. Her extra movements will surely speed up my digestion,” she whispered to herself. Glancing up she saw the final pony of the night standing before her.

This pony seemed rather old and world worn: he needed glasses to see and an aid to help him hear. When Luna implored him what it is he desired, he began a long winded tirade about how he could barely see to go walking at night. How it had never been so dark before and how it was now scary, even dangerous for him to even be out at night. Why he was even risking his own life just to be standing in front of Luna that night! The pony droned on and on, weaving an elaborate tale. A tale that caused Luna to raise a hoof to her head and sigh.

The night felt longer to Vinyl than she had expected. Despite her predicament and needing to finish as quickly as possible, her DJing was the best it had ever been. The crowd asked for not one, not two, but three separate encores. However, by the end of her second encore more of her bones were showing through in places and half of one of her eyes was gone. The strangest sensation for her was the fact that none of what was happening was causing her pain. She gave a final wave to signal she was done with her last and final encore set and ran off the stage.

“You were a hit! That makeup of yours really brought in the crowds!” complimented the owner of the club.

“Thanks. Can I just get my cut? I have something important to take care of.”

“Yeah yeah, sure.” The owner took a slightly closer look at Vinyl and shuddered. “Celestia that makeup looks so realistic. I could swear I can see through your leg.” The owner quickly snatched up the cash box and quickly counted out Vinyl’s share. “Here you are. I gave you a bit extra cause we sold out tonight! 80% is yours!”

Normally, Vinyl would be surprised and ecstatic at such a large cut of the profits, but her mind was on one thing: Princess Luna. She had to get to her as quickly as possible. Half the night was already gone and her state was continuing to deteriorate.

“Thanks! Gotta go! Bye!”

The owner just shrugged and made his way back to the stage to get the next act set up.

Vinyl galloped through the mostly empty streets of Canterlot at top speed. She had to get to the castle and, more importantly, get to Princess Luna. As she ran, her ears dwindled down to two small stumps. In the distance, she could see the royal palace coming into view. She rounded a corner and, In her haste to get to the front gate, didn’t see the guards coming around from the opposite side and ran face first into one of their chests.

“Whoa there! What’s your rush?” asked one of the guards. “If you’re looking to get into night court, it’s a little too late for that. So why don’t you go on home and try again tomorrow night,” the other guard said in a rather condescending tone.

“Please, you have to let me in to see Luna! It’s urgent!”

“Name?”

“Vinyl Scratch! Please, you have to let-”

The guard looked over Vinyl and scoffed. “And what costume party did YOU come from? You know Nightmare Night isn’t for a few months now!”

“This isn’t a costume!” Vinyl yelled back. “Luna visited me in my dream and ate me, but she had to wake up suddenly and I think my dream self is-”

The guard scoffed again but led Vinyl to a waiting room. “Fine fine fine, I suppose I can go interrupt Luna’s night court, considering it’s almost over anyway. Don’t go anywhere.”

Before she could respond, the guard had gone out the door and left her sitting by herself. “I sure hope he hurries,” Vinyl mused aloud to no one as her belly split open and her organs spilled out. “Before it’s too late.”

Luna sighed and idly rubbed at her hidden bulging belly. Night court had taken much longer than usual on a night she needed it to be short. She wasn’t even paying attention to the latest pony before her, her mind working to try and figure a way to excuse herself. The opportunity finally showed itself when one of her guards walked up to her and whispered into her ear.

“A Vinyl Scratch, you say?” whispered back Luna, a concerned look on her face. She glanced back up at the pony speaking in the middle of the hall and held up a hoof.

“I’m sorry, your story is quite compelling,” she lied to the old pony, “but whatever it is you are wanting will have to wait until tomorrow night. My guard has alerted me to something that needs my immediate attention. Night Court is adjourned until tomorrow night!”

The pony seemed to contemplate arguing back that he had been waiting all night to speak with her but thought better of it. He excused himself and wandered out, grumbling that he would be back and be the first pony in line for complaints and that his complaint would be heard. Once he had left, Luna’s guards cleared out the rest of the court; only the front gate guard and Luna were left.

“So Vinyl Scratch is here?” asked Luna. “Please, take me to her.”

“She insisted that I let her in to see you, Princess. Normally I’d have sent her to see Nurse Redheart with the things she was saying. She actually believes you came to her in a dream and ate her!” the guard laughed as the two walked.

“How… preposterous,” Luna responded, a slight sweat upon her brow as she glanced back and forth with shifty eyes.

Once they got to the waiting room, Luna ordered her guard to stand outside to make sure she wasn’t interrupted. As soon as she entered, though, she was confused. Vinyl Scratch was supposed to be there, but on the bench was just a pile of bones and a distinctly unicorn shaped skull sitting on top. In a panic, Luna dropped her concealment spell and gasped, finding her belly much smaller than before and sporting a musical note on it.

“Ok so, I digested her dream self, but her soul is still fully intact and-” Her words cut off when she let out a burp, a light blue wisp accompanying it. Though it was nearly imperceptible, Luna noticed the mark had faded slightly. She realized she had to get back to the dreamwalking chamber and quickly let out what remained of the unicorn she had eaten before it was too late. Taking a precaution, though, she snipped a tiny bit of the soul and stored it in a soul capture gem in her room, in the off chance the worst case happened.

Luna dashed out too panicked to care who saw her larger than normal belly. It was only a short trip to her dream chamber, anyway. After a few steps she stops and lets out a loud belch. Along with the belch was a much larger whisp of blue. A quick glance to her belly and she saw the musical note had faded significantly. Louder glorps and gurgles came from the belly as well, the extra exertion speeding up her digestion. Realizing this, she turned her pace to a fast gallop, getting to the room in mere seconds.

She sat down in the center of the room and tried to calm herself enough to cast the dreamwalker spell. As she calmed down, a third, less powerful belch escaped along with a not as bright blue wisp. With her eyes closed to cast the spell, she didn’t notice that the musical note on her belly was nearly fully faded away.

When Luna opened her eyes again, she was back in the dreamsacape. She poked at her much rounder, softer belly and spoke a single question. “Vinyl Scratch?” She waited a moment and gave another poke to her belly. The only response was a deep gurgle in her gut along with a building pressure. She groaned loudly as she bent over and flagged up her tail. The pressure built more and more before she let out a very loud, though not rank, fart. Accompanying the fart was a large blue glow in the shape of a pony skull and crossbones and at the same time, the music note cutie mark on her stomach faded away completely.

“At least I still have that small portion of her to reform her later.”