Vorepone crouched down in the bushes besides the residence of her next target. The sun was already lowering down over the horizon, leaving it dim enough for her to easily sneak about. She stealthily crept closer to the two story building that was shaped like a carousel, some kind of boutique if she recalled correctly.
The front door suddenly opened and she froze in place. A stallion walked out, but he wasn't the pony she was here for, so she gave him only a cursory glance before turning back towards the building. She lifted up the part of her blue/pink mane that was covering her left eye, revealing a reptilian slitted pupil. She could use it to sense the body heat her victims have off, and a quick glance confirmed that her victim was now all alone in the building. A grin came over her face, and she waited another few minutes for the sun to set fully before moving in.
She snuck around the other side of the building to the back entrance. She gently tried the doorknob and, as she expected, she found it unlocked. A grin spread over her face. These ponies were entirely too trusting, especially in smaller towns like this. And that's partially why they were her favorite prey.
She quietly opened the door and snuck inside. She was in a small hallway with a door on either side and another door at the end. She peeked inside the doors on either side of her, revealing a storage closet and a small washroom. She then approached the door at the end, which she knew lead out into the main boutique. She knew from having taken a peek through the window earlier that there were stairs to the second floor out in the main boutique, and that was where she was going. She just had to wait for her prey to leave the room.
She patiently waited, keeping an eye on the unicorn using her heat vision, and it wasn't very long before she stepped into the adjoining kitchen/dining area.
That was her chance. Vorepone opened the door to the boutique and quickly but quietly made her way up the stairs. Now it was just a matter of finding her prey's bedroom, finding a place to hide, and waiting.
A few hours later, the door to Rarity's bedroom opened and white coated unicorn walked through. She looked tired, but had a smile on her face. "Goodness, what a day..." She said to herself. With Sweetie Belle spending the whole day and night with Applebloom, she had been able to fully devote herself to her work for the day, and that that day was over, she just wanted to sleep. But, no matter how tired she was, she still had to clean herself up before going to bed.
She walked to another door on the side of her room, her private washroom. She grasped the handle in her magic and had barely began pulling on it when the door flew open and she barely caught a glimpse of another pony leaping out at her before she was knocked over onto her back by her mystery assailant. Before she could react at all, she felt her attacker bite down on her neck with what felt like a pair of fangs, hard enough to pierce the flesh. Rarity shrieked and threw her attacker off with her magic, sending them flying across the room. She rolled over onto her belly then surged to her hooves to face her attacker. There, lying prone on the floor, was another mare, with a light grey coat and a teal mane and tail with pink highlights at the tips. A look of rage spread over Rarity’s face. “How dare you!?” she shouted. She tried to pick her assailant up in her magic, but suddenly found her thoughts clouded, unable to focus her magic. “W-what?” she said to herself as her legs began wobbling. They gave out entirely only a moment later, sending her sprawling to the floor. She found herself no longer in control of her body, barely even able to speak. “N-no… how…” she managed to mumble in her weakness.
“Don’t worry,” the mare on the other side of the room said as she slowly got back up. She shook her head and began walking towards Rarity. “That’s a perfectly normal effect for my venom to have on ponies,” she said with a malicious grin, her long tongue licking over her fangs which Rarity only now noticed.
“Who…” Rarity croaked out, the anger on her face slowly being replaced by fear.
The other mare came to a stop right infront of her. “Oh, yeah. I guess we might as well do that whole introductions thing, huh?” she said. “I know you can’t introduce yourself right now, but I already know who you are. Rarity, the element of generosity, a mare known for always being able to bring out the beauty in others.” She laid down on her belly so Rarity could more easily look her in the face. “You can just call me Vorepone. You’ve probably never heard of me before, but that’s because I only ever introduce myself to ponies I intend to make a meal of.”
She sat there for a few moments watching with delight the mix of fear and confusion on her prey’s face, before standing back up. “Well, it was nice meeting you, Rarity, but it’s gonna be even nicer eating you!” She walked around to Rarity’s side and bent down to lick across her back, eliciting a shudder and a frightened whimpering from her meal. “Because you taste delicious!” She walked around to her meal’s backside and licked her lips at what she saw.
“So let's get started, shall we?” Vorepone grabbed those diamond emblazoned flanks in both hooves, opened her mouth wide, and shoved them inside all at once, bulging her cheeks out with the Rarity’s ample ass flesh. She moaned in delight at the flavor and wasted no time in swallowing them down, her throat stretching out obscenely as she sucked her meal’s flanks down her gullet.
And Rarity was completely unable to resist. A shuddering “N-no…” was all she could manage as her midsection was lifted up off the floor into the other mare’s mouth. “Please… you can’t…” she croaked out, her eyes filling with tears as her chest entered Vorepone’s maw. “I can’t die like this!...” she said as Vorepone grabbed her prone forelegs and shoved them down into her maw along with the rest of her, then fell back onto her haunches, lifting the rest of her meal up into the air.
It was no time at all before only Rarity’s head remained exposed to the outside world, Vorepone’s belly bulging outwards with the unicorn’s body. “Please, I beg of you! I’ll do anything!” Rarity said as she found herself slowly regaining control of her body. Vorepone actually paused for a moment so Rarity, a spark of hope finding its way onto her face, went on. “I-I’ll let you live here, bring you ponies to eat! Just please spare me, beg you!”
Vorepone paused there for a short while, as though considering her offer. Then she slowly raised a hoof, placed it right on the tip of her meal’s nose, and pushed her down her gullet with a few more swallows.
Vorepone let out a satisfied sigh and licked her lips as she rubbed her distended gut. “Bring other ponies to me? And remove all the fun of the hunt? Why would I agree to that? And besides, I don’t make bargains with food.” She brought her head down and rested it against her stomach to hear any response, but all she heard was a quiet sobbing. A small, sad frown came over her face. “Aww… I know it seems bad, food,” she said, gently rubbing the bulge in her gut. “You were such a successful mare with so many other ponies who admired you… and now you’re going to be nothing but a pile of shit! But it’s not all bad…” Her small sad frown turned to a vicious smirk. “I hear there’s some ponies out there who have a fetish for shit, so you’ll still have some admirers!” She grinned widely at the anguished wailing that elicited from her belly.
Vorepone sat there for a few minutes, rubbing her stomach, enjoying the sobbing coming from within, but the smile on her face was slowly shadowed by a twinge of annoyance. Her paralytic venom should have worn off by now and her meals usually thrashed about within their fleshy final resting place, but not this time. She always enjoyed her meal’s struggling, but this mare had just given up… “Come on, you’re just gonna give up? Not even a little struggling?” She punched the side of her bulging gut, but the only response was a louder wailing. Voreprone shrugged her shoulders. There might not be any struggling, but she had still been a fine meal, very delicious and quite filling.
A yawn suddenly overtook her and she glanced at the large bed in the room. “Hey, food. You don’t mind if I use your bed for the night, do you? It’s not like you’re going to need it anymore.” She didn’t wait for a response, not that there was one, and instead walked over and hopped up onto the bed. “Wow!” she exclaimed as she felt the mattress and made herself comfortable, “this is comfy! A full belly and a comfy bed, heh, I’m going to sleep well tonight!” She patted her belly. “Goodnight, food!” Vorepone laid her head on the pillow, closed her eyes, and was quickly lulled to sleep by the gurgling of her belly that had joined the quiet sobbing.
Vorepone awoke the next morning to the sun shining in through the window. She groggily lifted her head and blinked her eyes, then sat up and stretched her neck a bit when she was interrupted by a particularly loud gurgling from her midsection. She looked down at her considerably shrunken belly and smiled. “I see you’ve processed nicely,” she said, patting her gut. She hopped off the bed and made for the door but stopped when she caught a glimpse of herself in a nearby mirror. She went for a closer look and turned to the side so she could see her flanks, which had filled out considerably. She went to feel her enhanced backside for herself, and let out an appreciative whistle as her hoof sunk down into her new soft, ample rump. “Wow! You really are able to bring out the beauty in anypony, I look great!” She was interrupted in her admiration of her new rear end by another loud gurgling from her gut, and she chuckled. “And speaking of bringing things out, I think it’s time I brought you out!”
Vorepone walked to the washroom that she had hid in to ambush her prey and hopped up onto the toilet that was there. A quiet grunt and some clenching and she was rewarded with the sound of the first of what used to be a unicorn mare splashing down into the toilet. She bit her lip slightly as she expelled more of her meal; she enjoyed her meals leaving her body almost as much as she enjoyed them entering. It took her an entire two minutes to empty her bowels. When she was done, she hopped off the toilet and turned to look at her work. The porcelain bowl was filled to the brim with shit, the brown interspersed here and there with white splinters of bone and some long purple strands of hair. She knew from past experience that flushing such a load was a futile endeavour; ponies just didn’t make toilets big enough to handle themselves. She merely closed the lid before walking out the room.
She wondered what she would do for today as she stepped out into the hallway, but her thoughts and her step froze in place when she heard the front door downstairs open up.
“Rarity!” the voice of a small filly called out, “I’m back from Applebloom’s!”
A huge grin spread over Vorepone’s face. A good breakfast was the perfect way to start off the day!
Author's Note
Vorepone has been causing quite a ruckus in the pony vore community of late, mostly of the fatal vs. non-fatal vore variety, an argument that should be familiar to anyone who is into vore (and if you're reading, this, well, I sure hope you're into vore!)
Let it be known that I support Vorepone! I enjoy soft vore in all its varieties, fatal or non-fatal, willing or non-willing.
also, It's marked complete for now, but there may be more vorepone in the future.
