Uniting a Nation

Fluttershy spent at least an hour resting her head on Rarity’s bulging stomach while the bloated unicorn napped, speaking softly to the guard inside, who remained still and silent. Fluttershy stopped when the lumpy mass had lost all definition, and Rarity’s middle was soft and squishy. She hoped that he’d accepted her apology before there was too little left of him to listen.

When Rarity stirred from her nap, Fluttershy pulled back, sitting calmly beside her and acting as if she’d just woken up herself.

Rarity rolled to her hooves and took a few careful steps, gauging the size of her belly. It was still quite large, but she could walk. “Hm, I believe I’m ready to continue on,” she said. “I hope we don’t need to make any more stops – we’ve lost so much time already, and we’re barely halfway to our destination.”

“We would have been there already if we hadn’t stopped to eat the guard,” Fluttershy said.

Rarity looked a bit embarassed. “I apologize for the delay, but I was quite famished! A problem I shall not have any time soon, thanks to our friend here!” She patted her stomach.

“We could have just had normal food,” Fluttershy said quietly, following Rarity out of the alleyway and back onto the main streets. The sun still sat in the same place, casting the same sharp shadows, but the streets were nearly empty now. Everypony with someplace to be had gone there, and most of the rest had presumably headed for the palace.

Or maybe everypony was hiding. The city was full of predators, after all. Walking brazenly down the center of the street must have scared the others off – the stillness was a bit creepy, but they weren’t disturbed, and were able to make good time. Before they knew it, they were at Fancy Pants’ estate. The front gate hung open, but the door into the mansion itself was still closed, and little puffs of smoke rose from the chimneys.

“Now remember,” Rarity said to Fluttershy, as they approached the porch. “We’ve both eaten already today, so we aren’t beggars desperate for a meal, and certainly not desperate to become one! We’re simply calling upon my dear friends Fancy Pants and Fleur de Lis.”

“Got it,” Fluttershy said with a nod, then frowned and narrowed her eyes a little, “But isn’t all of that true?”

Rarity laughed, and knocked on the door.

It took a minute or so for anypony to answer. Rarity was frowning and fidgeting with worry by the time they finally heard the noise of clopping hooves trotting across the foyer, but managed to compose herself before the door opened.

One of the house maids peered through the doorway. “Ah, I know you,” she said. “You’re friends of the master.”

Rarity smiled. “We’ve travelled quite a way to visit with Fancy Pants. I hope it’s not too much of an imposition? The mail from Ponyville wasn’t running, or we’d have sent a note.”

“No, no, not at all,” the maid said, opening the door wider and waving them in with a feather duster held in her magic. “You’re one of the ponies with a standing invitation, after all.” As she led them through the sparkling clean entry hall, she added, “I’m afraid the master isn’t in at the moment, but we’re expecting him to return soon. In the meantime, I can show you to one of the parlors set aside for visiting friends.”

“Is Jewels out as well?” Rarity asked. “I was surprised not to see him minding the door.”

“Jewels has been eaten, ma’am,” the maid said. “We’re a bit short-hooved, so please excuse the mess.”

Fluttershy looked around as they were led down a hallway to a large, sunlit parlor, but saw no sign of anything but perfect housekeeping. Perhaps they’d focused on the parts of the mansion they expected to show to guests. She took a seat on an ornate green chaise lounge and let her wings spread out a bit, relaxing. Surely here they were safe, from predators and predatory instincts alike.

“Would you care for any refreshments?” the maid asked, lingering at the door. “We’ve been instructed to provide you with anything you require.”

“Anything?” Rarity asked, perking up one of her ears.

The maid held up a hoof to stifle a giggle. “Within reason, of course.”

“What if I were to ask for a pony?” Rarity replied.

The maid nodded. “Very good. Would that be to eat, or to consort with? Or both?”

“I, um…” Fluttershy said, blushing. “Some tea and cucumber sandwiches would be lovely,” she squeaked, hiding her face under her bangs.

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Fluttershy and Rarity sat for a few minutes in companionable silence before two new ponies arrived, a gray unicorn carrying the tea in his magic, and a powder blue pegasus with a tray of cucumber sandwiches balanced between her wings. They set out the refreshments on a small table, then retreated to stand by the door silently while Rarity poured the tea.

“Thank you,” Fluttershy said, taking her cup carefully in her hooves and inhaling the aroma. It was an interesting mix; there was some tea in there, but also a generous blend of spices. It was the sort of tea Rainbow Dash might drink, if you added enough sugar. She took a sip, then nibbled at one of the sandwiches. “Oh, these are quite good,” she said. “You should try one, Rarity.”

“Be careful not to ruin your appetite,” Rarity replied, sitting back and sipping delicately at her tea. She turned her head to smile at the unicorn servant, who remained expressionless. The pegasus next to him twitched her wings a bit, anxiously.

Fluttershy pouted a bit as she saw Rarity’s teasing. “Do you have to?”

“It would be rude to refuse such an offer,” Rarity replied, motioning the unicorn closer. “You should eat yours as well.”

“But I already ate somepony today,” Fluttershy said, staring at the sandwiches. “I thought –“

“You must!” Rarity said, twirling her hoof until the pony standing before her turned to present his rear. “It’s the duty of every pony in Equestria to eat as many ponies as they can convince. To refuse an offer is… unpatriotic!”

“She didn’t actually offer,” Fluttershy said, looking up at the pegasus, who was shifting from hoof to hoof, obviously agitated.

“She’s here, darling, just like mine, and already unwrapped. Surely removing their uniforms before arriving was offer enough.” Rarity leaned forward and licked the unicorn’s flank, tasting him. “What an odd cutie mark,” she remarked. “Whatever does it mean?”

“My talent is for giving pleasure,” the unicorn responded in an even tone. “Perhaps before you eat me, you’d like to sample my other services? There is a private room a few doors down, unless your friend would like to watch.”

Fluttershy squeaked, and covered her muzzle with her hooves.

Rarity rolled her eyes, but lifted a hoof to stroke along the servant’s flank. “That does sound quite fascinating,” she replied. “If a bit scandalous! To think, that Fancy Pants of all ponies maintained that sort of staff! I’d love to hear all about it.”

Fluttershy gave another tiny squeak.

“…in private, of course,” Rarity said, sliding off the couch and onto her hooves. “Lead the way.”

Fluttershy opened her eyes after a few seconds, and they were gone. She was left alone with the tea, the sandwiches, and the powder-blue pegasus, who met her gaze as she glanced her way.

“I’m in charge of the laundry,” she said, in a firm but quiet voice. “I don’t – do that.” She paused. “Normally.”

Fluttershy nodded, and looked down at the table. She started on a second sandwich. They were really quite good.

Her hooves trembled as she started to pour herself another cup of tea, but before she could spill a drop a pair of powder-blue hooves rested lightly against hers, steadying them. “Thank you,” she said. “Do you want a cup?”

“We’re not allowed,” the pegasus replied. “Not where the guests can see us. I –“ she stepped back, and lowered her head. “I’m sorry. I’m not as practiced dealing with guests as the other staff. I normally work behind the scenes.”

Fluttershy nodded again, and sipped her tea. “Do you want me to eat you?” she asked.

“You may eat me, if you desire,” she replied, lowering her head again, taking deep breaths and slowly relaxing her tense pose.

“But do you want me to?” Fluttershy asked.

“It’s my duty to be eaten.”

“But do you want me to eat you?” Fluttershy asked, again.

“I don’t want to have to eat anypony else,” the pegasus replied. “I had to eat my friend yesterday, just to make it through the night. It was terrible, miss. I don’t want to have to do that ever again, but if I’m to be of any use to my master tomorrow, I’ll need to eat several more ponies today.”

“Oh,” Fluttershy said, looking down.

“Not that there’s any pressure!” the servant added, quickly. “I can have somepony else on the staff eat me, or else go back on the list in case other guests arrive. It doesn’t have to be you, if you wouldn’t enjoy it.”

“I’d enjoy it,” Fluttershy said, sighing into her tea. “I like eating ponies. It makes me feel strong.” She set down the teacup, and looked back up at the pegasus. “Does that make me a bad pony?”

“It’s not my place to judge, miss,” she replied. “I’m here to serve.”

“Do you want me to eat you?” Fluttershy asked, again.

“It’s not my place to choose,” she said, ears flattening. “I’m here to serve at your whim.”

“I want you to choose,” Fluttershy said.

“That’s cruel, miss,” the pegasus replied.

Fluttershy sighed, and settled onto her seat. “What if I chose for you to eat me?” she asked.

The look of horror on the servant’s face was answer enough. Then she stiffened, and forced her expression into a blank mask.

“Very well,” Fluttershy said. “I’ll eat you. Would you prefer –“ she stopped, and sat up straight. This was a job for assertive Fluttershy, for the poor mare’s sake. “I’ll eat you headfirst,” she said. “It should be easier, with the wings.”

“Very good, miss,” the other pegasus replied, relaxing a bit and leaning her head down towards Fluttershy’s. “Do you want to start –“

Fluttershy cut her off by leaning forwards and engulfing her muzzle. She stared into the eyes of her meal, which went from shock, to fear, to resigned acceptance in the space of a few seconds. Then she opened her mouth wider, and took more of the head into her mouth, hiding them away forever. She caressed the mare’s chin with her tongue, licking through the soft, clean fur, and gently pulling her deeper in. There was the now-familiar moment of discomfort as the soft nose pressed against her tonsils, and then she stretched around it, and her lips slid down through the short-cropped mane as the mare’s muzzle slid down her throat.

Fluttershy reached forwards with her hooves, steadying the pegasus and guiding her to the floor, her wings folded at her sides and her legs underneath, with Fluttershy descending on her from her perch above. She felt the wings twitch, trying to spread despite the efforts of their owner, and placed her hooves to hold them firmly in place as she slid the servant’s head fully into her throat, the muscles there swallowing around the bony lump and drawing it down inside, pulling Fluttershy forwards to engulf the pony’s neck, and then her shoulders.

It took a bit of an effort to get the wings past her lips, but once she had, the feathers were aligned correctly to slide past her cheeks and into her throat with minimal tickling. It was still much different than eating a unicorn. Much… fluffier? And while the servant’s muscles were tight and hard, as they flexed a bit to help Fluttershy devour her, she was still so very light.

Fluttershy growled, and pressed forwards fiercely, squishing more of the pony into her mouth, then clamping her teeth onto her body while it slid down her throat, latching herself forwards inch by inch, hooves reaching to grip her sides, and flanks, and then her rear, as she flexed around the mass of pony filling her throat.

She felt her meal tense up and start to squirm, the wings trying uselessly to spread inside the tight flesh of her throat, the hind legs twitching and kicking slightly, the tail lashing. But it was no use. Fluttershy was a vicious beast, and this was her prey. Resistance was useless – there was no mercy to be found. She spread her own wings triumphantly, as she engulfed the pony’s hips, leaving only her tail and legs, slowly making their way into her mouth.

Her head shrank back into shape as the wide pony body slid fully into her throat, and all her muscles relaxed bit by bit as the pegasus made her way into her stomach, the tickly hairs of the tail giving her one last sensation before it was over. She sat up on the lounge, threw back her head, and gave a triumphant roar.

“Rar.”

There were a few seconds of frantic motion inside her, as the pegasus she’d eaten was free from the tight confines on her throat, and moved around in a panic, pressing her hooves and muzzle against various parts of her stomach. But there was no escape, and soon enough she settled down.

“I…” came a faint voice from inside her. “I h-hope you enjoyed me, miss. I’ll. I’ll just sit quietly and digest, now.”

Fluttershy gripped the sides of her belly with her wings, and stroked the pony inside her, through her own flesh. “You were delicious,” she said. “But I’m still hungry.” She reached out towards the sandwiches, but with the pony inside her she could barely move, and they were just out of reach. She pouted, and settled back on the lounge.