The Voracious Conquests of Nightmare Moon.
By Cherrylicous.
Bon Appétit.
The night was crisp and cool, the gibbous light of the autumn moon shining brightly down the festivities that abounded in the small, provincial town of Ponyville. The whole town had been decorated from head to toe in the spirit of the season: black and orange streamers, bales of hey, expertly carved pumpkins illuminated with fresh, golden candles, casting strange shadows on the streets as ponies happily abounded through the fare grounds. Fillies, colts, and adults alike were dressed in their custom of choice just for the occasion. Nightmare Night was here, and the populace relished in the seasonal merriment. The thick scent of cinnamon drifted in the air as ponies, young and old competed in classic games such as bobbing for apples and spider-tosh, while music thrummed from a nearby stage set up in town square.
“Surrender to Us your candy little ponies!” Luna exclaimed in the traditional Royal Canterlot Voice. “Or We shall take all of you instead to sate our hunger!”
Small, faux-screams of fear rose up as the group of fillies hastily offered up their stuffed bags of holiday goodies to the imposing Night-Princess. Luna had chosen Ponyville to visit this year and had used her magic to appear in the dark, yet voluptuous form of the holiday’s unintentional founder, Nightmare Moon. Storm clouds crackled with flashes of lightning and thunder as she loomed over the small clearing just outside of town where the fillies and colts came to offer up their goodies before running off giggling in delight at their quote unquote spooky encounter with the demon-mother of all nightmares.
Chuckling to herself in amusement at the little one's playfulness to her little performance, she descended to the forest floor where they had left their bags of candy for her to enjoy. They were specifically prepared little satchels of five or six assorted treats that the adults had handed out to the young ones before they made their little trek out to the clearing to offer them up. Luna didn't like the idea of the fillies having to give up their full quarry of candy so she had instituted the little baggy tradition to make things more fair a lot more fun.
Opening up one of the six little packages that the fillies had left for her, she was delighted to find several pieces of chocolate, a few Marshmallow Moons and a large piece of apple flavored bubble gum. She smiled looking at it in her hoof as it actually was shaped like a tiny apple. She chuckled a little as she tossed it in her mouth and let the flavor settle on her tongue.
Blowing a sizable bubble, she relished in how well the night had been going so far. She loved getting out of the castle and spending time among her subjects. It made her feel so warm inside seeing them smile and enjoy the night. Especially on Nightmare Night. However her thoughts were interrupted when her ears twitched, registering three familiar voices.
“Princess Luna!” Exclaimed Applebloom, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo as they came gallivanting down the winding trail towards the clearing and the Lunar Monarch.
With a bright toothy smile, Princess Luna, or rather “Nightmare Moon” in this case rose to her ornately dressed hooves, spreading her wings and bellowing playfully, “Who dares disturb Us while We delight in our feast of assorted sweets?!!!”
The three excitable fillies giggled in amusement at “Nightmare’s” booming question. Applebloom was dressed as bright shining apple that she had made herself along with Applejack’s help, Sweetie Belle wore a marshmallow costume that complemented her complexion perfectly and Scootaloo was dressed as a mighty Eagle. Though it looked more like a chicken costume than anything.
“We do!” Scootaloo exclaimed happily while the others chuckled as they came to a halt. “The Cutie Mark Crusaders!”
Nightmare smiled, showing off her fangs trying to act intimidating as she revered up for another performance. “Well thou best hope thou hast brought offerings!” She exclaimed playfully. “Or We shall have to take you three instead to state our savage hunger!” Flaring her horn, she magically summoned a swirling vortex of dark, thundering clouds as she gave out a classic wild, villainous cackle as bolts of light tore through the air behind her.
As the thunder subsided, it was replaced with the cheerful giggles of the little trio as they looked up at the towering, dark Alicorn mare. “Oh no guys!” Applebloom exclaimed with a knowing smile. “We lost our candy bags on the way here! We got nothin’ to give Nightmare Moon!”
Hearing this, Luna was caught off guard and pulled herself out of character for a moment as she looked down at the three smiling fillies.
“Huh? Thou hasn’t brought us an offering?” She said feeling a bit confused and flustered. This hadn’t happened before?
They shook their heads in response, their smiles never wavering. Luna looked at them, feeling very confused now. She wasn’t really sure how to react, so she decided to improvise. “Um.. then, We shall be merciful,” She began. “Begone from this place! Uh… and don’t return until you retrieve the proper offerings! Or We shall devour every last one of you!!!”
Hearing their princess’s response, the trio looked at each other questioningly before looking back up at the still somewhat flabbergasted monarch. “Wait?” Applebloom interjected. “Aren’t ya gunna eat us?”
If Luna wasn’t flabbergasted before, she defiantly was now. She shook her head as her eyes widened in surprise, confusion and shock at the little farm pony’s inquiry. “Um… no?” Luna replied now fully out of character. “Of course not, why would you think that?”
“Well that’s the rule, duh!” Sweetie giggled. “If ponies don’t bring you any sweets, then you gobble them up instead. That’s like Nightmare Night 101. It’s tradition!”
Luna was speechless. Were they actually asking her to eat them!? She stared at them with her mouth agape while the three sat in front of her smiling, almost wiggling about on the spot in excitement. Collecting herself, she decided to try and address the situation rationally.
“My little ponies, I don’t think you realize what exactly it is you are asking of me?” Luna said nervously, putting on her best face. “I don’t really… do that anymore. That’s something I put aside a very long long time ago. I don’t think I could even do it if I tried.”
Luna looked on, smiling nervously at the fillies, noticing how sullen the three of them had became at hearing that it might actually be impossible for their request to be carried out. For just a second... she was tempted... so ever so slightly tempted to try for old times sake, the old tradition apparently never really been outlawed, it had just fallen out of favor in the wake of the "incident" before her... um... exile.
Raising an eyebrow, Scootaloo let a mischievous smirk trace across her lips as she whispered to her two companions. “Oh come on now Luna,” She said playfully as she took a few steps closer to the Night Princess. “I know you can do it. I mean, could you say no to this?”
With that, Scootaloo twirled around, lifting up the feathery skirt of her costume and lifting her flanks into the air, rhythmically shaking them back and forth seductively. “I mean just look at how plump and juicy my flanks are.” Commented Scootaloo, “Lot of dark meat back here. All nice and tender… bet it would feel awesome stuffed inside that stomach of yours.”
Luna blushed as the little Pegasus shook her rear before her, but she blushed even harder hearing about how filling and rich said rear would taste and feel inside her stomach. She tried to look away but her body betrayed her a light growl arose from her lithe stomach.
“Ah! I think I hear some rumblies in sompony’s tumblies.” Applebloom teased pressing her hear into Luna’s stomach, nuzzling tenderly. “Sounds like somepony could use a nice juicy, plump Apple inside their belly right about now.”
Curse these little ponies! How were they so expertly able to push her buttons in all the right fashions!? Her stomach growled at the prospect of what they were proposing. And the more they egged her on, the more empty and barren her gut grew. She could feel her mouth and throat salivating with greater intensity, a small stream managing to escape her lips and trickle down her chin. A light sweat was building on her forehead as well. Her body was pleading for it, and she knew it. But could she do it? After all this is? It had been so long. Taking a breath, she nervously gave them her answer. “Well... I suppose if it means so much to you, as your princess, I will oblige.”
The excitable trio's squeals of delight shook her a bit, as they jumped into a line in front of her, giggling profusely. Applebloom stood in front, giving her friends a triumphant smile knowing that Luna was finally playing along.
Resting her flanks on the cool grass, “Nightmare Moon” ignited her magic, which swiftly enveloped around the little Earth Pony as she slowly opened her mouth, stretching it wider and wider in anticipation of what was to come. Applebloom looked back at her friends and gave a knowing wink to them before turning around and calling out, “Fooled~!” However she was cut off from revealing that they had been only fooling around as her head was suddenly stuffed straight into Luna’s gaping maw; the Night Princess concentrating with all her might on achieving one goal.
Any sense of amusement the little fillies had achieved from their supposed prank quickly dissipated as they saw their friend begin to squirm about, her shoulders quickly disappearing between Luna’s lips.
For a few awkward seconds, the little filly's hooves found themselves flailing about as she tried to singal Luna to stop. Though her efforts were in vain as Luna tried to unhinge her jaw. A muffled pop rang out from her making both widen Scootaloo and Sweetie's eyes widen as they stared on in disbelief and shock, unable to move as their brains tried to process what was happening. 'Bottoms up...' Luna said mentally, tilting her head back.
Luna felt a shudder of joy and pleasure ripple through her body, relishing in the feeling of her lost hobby before she clenched her throat, constricting her powerful throat muscles and gave a powerful, lewd gulp.
Applebloom found herself lurch forward, her forelegs pressed flat against her as darkness over took her. The sound was muted, wet and echoing. A wallowing squelch, a gurgle and a fluid surge. Matted down fur, smeared in goo, slapped against smooth, rubbery flesh, pushed down through sheets of mucous into a tube of such exquisite, debilitating tightness that Applebloom's shape stretched through the Alicorn's slender neck. Luna could feel the filly's head spreading the confines of her throat. Plunged deeper into the darkness, the filly was left breathless, unable to pry her face from the fur-tight flesh that encompassed her. She could barely squirm, whining and wincing as each powerful ring collapsed and squeezed her down with crushing fury.
Taking another, equally powerful gulp, Luna dragged the whole of Applebloom's bod into her gullet, leaving only the end of her tail exposed between her lips while the rest of her body curled up tightly, forming an unbelievable large bulge in the Alicorn's throat.
“Oh… my…” The two remaining fillies muttered in unison as the watched their friend slide down Luna’s throat, making muffled cries the whole way down.
“Luna stop!” They cried out finally. “Spit her out Luna! It was just a joke! We were only playing! We didn’t think you’d really do it. Please Luna, spit Applebloom out!”
Luna didn't respond. Closing her eyes, she titled her head back again and loosened her chest piece, taking another swallow, and causing the bulge of Applebloom to vanish entirely into her torso, Applebloom's cries drowned out as she slid into the dark Alicorn's waiting stomach, and causing a fairly large bulge to form inside it.
Applebloom arrived at the stomach after what felt like minutes despite her swift and brutal journey having only taken seconds. The cardia stretched around her hooves and muzzle, welcoming them to the stomach. The blistering air inside scorched her face, making her whine in discomfort; as more of her body was thrust inside the staggering, oven like temperature grew on her, making her feverish and slow minded. She could feel the folded walls stretching and flattening under her weight, smothered in hot liquids of varying consistency: some thick as honey, others watery, others like tar. Some were oily and greasy, others sticky; in all it was a pit of such wildly varying textures it all amalgamated into one foul sensation, one of being subsumed and wrapped in clinging, inescapable sludge.
But once her head was pushed in it was the smell that took her. The heat and the slime had nothing on the all pervasive, soul destroying stink that curdled in the air. It was suffocating; even though she could now breath she found every breathe a struggle to keep down, a fight to draw in. Though he felt no other matter in the stomach aside from the secretions, there was an abhorrent stink of death, of decay, all wrapped up with an acidic kick that burned the nostrils. All that, heated to fiery temperatures, was enough to make the filly whine in desperation.
“HELP!”
With her eyes still shut, Luna let out a satisfied moan as she licked her lips. Meanwhile, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo sat their in shock, mouths agape at what they had just witnessed. “What the buck just happened?” Scootaloo blurted.
The woods were deathly silent as Luna laid there in contentment, her eyes still shut while the fillies simply sat there in disbelief. “Luna?” Scootaloo said finally.
There was a pause, but then Luna’s eyes shot open, glowing with an intense blue ethereal light, her pupils having dilated into reptilian slits. “Nightmare Moon.” She spoke in an illustrious, demonic voice, followed shortly by another growl from her stomach.
With terrifying suddenness, the two of them quickly found themselves enveloped in the same magical aura Applebloom had been enveloped in and lifted off the ground, flailing about in panic. Scootaloo tried to free herself, but before she could do anything she found herself having been logged head first straight down Nightmare’s throat. She gasped feeling the powerful, crushing rings of muscle constrict around her, quickly being stuffed down, the eager gullet on a one way trip to join her little Earth Pony friend. Soon all that was left was the large bulge of her body sliding down Nightmare’s throat a few feathers that lingered in the Alicorn’s mouth. “Mmpgh~!” She purred. “Tastes like chicken.”
“Luna! Luna stop! It’s us! Please stop this!” Sweetie Belle protested as her costume was torn from her body by the Alicorn’s magic. “Our candies behind that tree over there! Please! Don’t do this! Take the candy instead!”
Nightmare only chuckled wickedly as her mouth salivated with anticipation. “It's Nightmare Moon little foal. And I'm still famished!”
Sweetie Belle squeaked as she felt her rear stuffed into Nightmare’s maw, her back legs forced forwards as she quickly sank into the hungry throat. “No!” She blurted out before she disappeared from view, vanishing into the muscular canal of Nightmare’s gullet to join her two friends inside their fleshy tomb.
Licking her lips, Nightmare rose to her hooves, noting how swollen her stomach was. She chuckled gleefully, admiring how how far the three distorted her belly as it wobbled back and forth below her.
All around the little fillies the churning, rippling motion of the folded walls intensified. What had been peaceful rolling was now becoming more violent, kicking and pulsing with devious intent. Suddenly, she felt something begin to build in her chest, rising up her throat until it reached its peak. In that instant, a thunderous belch roared out of the Princess's throat as the stomach compressed upon it's occupants, along with it coming Applebloom's pink bow, which splattered on the forest floor, covered in steaming, viscous fluids.
Nightmare patted her massive gut fondly, feeling a figure moving within as she did. It had taken a while, but after twenty minutes the Cutie Mark Crusaders were no more. Their remains would soon be fully digested, taking only a matter of hours. “Thanks for the meal little ones.” She coddled, A churning gurgle was all she got in response, feeling bubbles of gas quickly filling her bowels. Her puckered hole winced open, a jet of stinking, rancid air puffing out with a quiet whine followed by a clap of flesh as her fattening ass cheeks clapped shut. “I haven’t eaten that well in ages. This will ruin my figure, but it was so worth it. Have fun being ass fat my little ponies. I think it’s time I go find some unsuspecting dessert...”
As she trotted away, making her way towards town, she noted as three new points of light appeared in her mane. She smiled at them tenderly, knowing that she would remember them fondly as the first in her new reign. Oh yes… remember them fondly she would. But for now, time to make up for lost time, her stomach growling in anticipation.
