Dusk's Everfree Adventure

by VoltWrecker

Rating: mature
Tags: Horror, Dark
Length: 1411

Dusk Rider makes the mistake of wandering into the Everfree alone... How will the young batpony last?!

First story I've ever written. WARNING - CONTAINS VORE, DEATH AND GRAPHIC DIGESTION

Dusk Rider walks into the Everfree on his own, but what is lurking in the darkness?

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2015-11-06 18:00:01 UTC

Dusk's Everfree Adventure

    Dusk Rider was scared. In fact, to say he was scared was an understatement. Being lost in the Everfree was not something that one was scared about. No, he was not scared, he was terrified. The young batpony had entered the forest on a dare, saying he would simply walk a few steps before turning around. Those few steps sent him so unmeasurably deep into the forest that he couldn’t even see his own hoof in front of his face in the darkness.

    The forest was extremely dark, and eerily quiet. He had no way to illuminate his path and he was simply wandering blindly through the forest in a feeble attempt to find any exit at all. He suddenly tripped on some sort of gnarled root and tumbled down a hill, splashing into a pool of disgusting brown water. He coughed and sputtered as some of the foul liquid got into his eyes and mouth and he quickly dragged himself out of the water.

    “Oh damnit…” Dusk made a small whimpering noise as he realized he was in some sort of clearing filled with the weird brown liquid. He sampled a bit with his hoof.

“Huh… kinda like… candy?” It certainly didn’t taste bad, so he scratched his head and walked in the direction of the stream where the liquid seemed to be coming from. After walking upstream for a few minutes, he found himself in a warm, cozy cave with electrical lighting and nice furniture. In the center there was a fountain that was pouring the brown liquid into the stream.

    Dusk walked around the cave, searching for someone who might live there. As he stepped forward near the sofa he heard a loud snapping sound beneath his hoof and gasped, seeing a broken leg bone under his hoof, which wouldn’t have been cause for alarm if it wasn’t sitting next to a huge pile of bones and pony skulls.

“O-Oh dear…” Dusk slowly started to back away before his rump suddenly bumped into something large and furry behind him. He very slowly looked behind him and froze completely in fear at what he saw.

    Standing behind him was a very, very large stallion. He was at the very least 7 feet tall, and compared to Dusk’s meagre height of 4 feet he was a behemoth. The stallion was grinning from ear to ear, and Dusk couldn’t help but notice that he had a quite ample gut, which was rare for ponies outside the major cities.

    The stallion grinned eerily at the tiny colt before him, slowly running his tongue over his lips in anticipation. The squirrel he ate earlier had been a nice snack, but a big stallion such as himself needed a real meal. Dusk was unsettled by how the stallion had not spoken yet, so he decided to.

“E-Er… hello there, sir…!” Dusk’s voice was barely audible; a tiny squeak of fear was heard after he spoke. The stallion still said nothing, instead he simply strode past the small colt and sat on the sofa. Dusk had the perfect chance to run here, but… the stallion didn’t seem too threatening, and he was a curious little colt.

    Foolishly Dusk walked over, not fully paying attention and tripping over a skull, landing face first on the stallion’s gut. It rumbled and churned as his head smacked against it and he quickly pulled himself away.

“O-Oh, my apologies sir!” The stallion still offered no response, so he started to back away. Suddenly, the stallion grabbed him by his muzzle and clamped his mouth shut! Dusk cried out, his voice muffled as he quickly began to struggle, trying to push the stallion away.

“You chose a bad time to come here, little guy… you’re just in time for dinner.” The stallion’s voice was deep and menacing, making Dusk start to tremble in fear. The stallion grabbed a roll of tape and used it to tape Dusk’s mouth shut, slowly lifting the colt up into the air. Dusk frantically kicked and squirmed as the stallion’s maw opened wide, assaulting Dusk with his disgusting, unclean breath.

    Dusk screamed through the tape as the stallion shoved his head into his smelly maw, making him cough and choke on the rancid fumes. Dusk tried to grab hold of something but the stallion prevented it, swallowing powerfully and pulling Dusk’s upper body into his throat, pinning his front legs to his sides.

    Dusk couldn’t believe what was happening. Was he really being swallowed alive?! The answer to that question came in the form of another loud swallow, pulling his skinny little rump into the stallion’s hungry gullet. His weak, spindly hind legs kicked and flailed around outside his mouth before both his legs and tail were hungrily slurped up, swallowed down and shoved roughly into the steaming, bubbling depths of the stallion’s belly. Dusk nearly drowned as his face was shoved under the burning stomach acids, barely able to pull himself out and curl into a quivering, sobbing ball. He weakly kicked and pushed at the walls, unable to break the tape on his mouth.

    The stallion sat back and rubbed his full stomach happily, laughing evilly at the small colt’s struggles. Each time he saw an imprint of a face or hoof he would smack it, causing the poor colt inside to scream. He gagged a bit as he felt something travel up his throat and he opened his mouth, releasing Dusk’s air supply in the form of a grotesque, horrible smelling belch that echoed through the whole cave. He smacked his chest and laughed again, sloshing his belly back and forth.

    As his vital air supply was drained, Dusk wailed in agony and desperately clawed at the walls, shrieking as the stomach swayed back and forth, spilling boiling acids all over his body. Slowly chunks of his fur began to fall out, the skin underneath turning red and raw. He scratched at his eyes as acid invaded them, turning his eyes bloodshot and taking away his vision. He coughed and choked as all there was to breathe was his own feverish exhalations and the bubbles from the acid. He cried out in agony as one of his legs was crushed, the bone snapped clean in half by the powerful contractions.

    On the outside, the stallion could hear his prey’s horrified pleading for mercy and the painful sounds of digestion, but by now those were simply music to his ears. His cock began to grow hard from the amazing sensation of having another living being struggling in his belly and he eagerly began to stroke it, moaning as Dusk experienced true hell inside.

    Dusk could barely think or hear as he began to pass out. He felt his leg separating from his bony and hear the sickening snaps and cracks as his bones broke and shattered. He gave one last, trembling “H…Hel…p…” before finally succumbing and falling face first into the acids.

    The stallion gave a loud shout of ecstasy and whinnies, his cock spurting out gallons upon gallons of seed onto the floor. He lay back, stroking his belly and panting heavily before slowly drifting off into a food coma.

    After several hours of digesting, the stallion awoke. He yawned and stretched before looking down at himself and marveling at the gorgeous curves he had inherited. He gave his rump a wiggle, chuckling as the newly acquired fat jiggled. He luckily never had to defecate, his body always turned food into useful things, except the bones of course, which he would need to pass now.

    “Whew… damn kid… you really make a stallion gassy…” the stallion opened his mouth and blasted out a raucous belch, panting as the gas stank up the room. He hacked and coughed before spitting out a few bones, including Dusk’s ribs. He belched and vomited a few more times, spitting up little shards of bone each time. Finally, he thought he was done, but felt a very large bone moving up his gullet. He groaned and opened his mouth wide, belching so loudly it shifted the pile.

    Dusk’s skull flew out of his mouth and landed on top of the pile, which was now topped with a skull and crossbones. The stallion gave a small chuckle, patting his chubby belly and wondering when his next meal would arrive. As if on cue he heard a young mare’s voice behind him

“H-Hello, mister…?”