My Body Is My Temple

Chapters

1. Blueblood Creates A Rare Plan
2. Blueblood Enjoys The Main Course
3. Blueblood Enjoys The Desserts

1. Blueblood Creates A Rare Plan

Blueblood sat in his personal quarters at Canterlot castle, sitting at his desk and looking across his room. It was a nice room, though nothing when compared to Celestia and Luna’s. Even the one that Twilight used temporarily when visiting was better than Blueblood’s quarters. Someone that had had her title less than two years had a room better than he, who had been royalty all his life. Some might say he hadn’t done the great deeds that she had, and they’d be right. His job was to rule; going off and fighting villains was soldier work, so if anything Twilight should be relegated to the barracks when she visited.

And then, of course, Cadence and Shining Armor had an equally spacious room upon visits, and they virtually never spent the night there aside from the banquet. Cadence had done even less than Twilight, she wasn’t even a proper noble. The only suitable way he could think to describe her was that she was their ‘mascot’. Perhaps the one that steamed him most though was her husband. Why should he be elevated from a grunt purely on the merit of having screwed a princess? She should have married somepony of proper royal blood, like Blueblood.

Of course the rooms were just a symptom of the bigger problem, a bit of icing to add to his humiliation. The fact was that Blueblood was never included in important political summits, despite specifically requesting audience to every one. He’d just receive a note from his aunt Celestia explaining politely why he couldn’t, though at this point it was just a form letter she used every time. Once he even got one when he had forgotten to make the request. Even that was something though, as infuriating as it was.

It was the same in legal matters; he couldn’t remember the last time he was consulted before a law was put into motion, or before any other important decision was made. He could sit in his room and be noble all day, but he didn’t have anything to rule, even though he deserved to be on top more than any of those bitches.

The stupidest thing about it was that Blueblood’s decisions have almost always been correct when they actually did ask him. In the years prior to Twilight’s ‘upgrade’, he did a lot of the work that she now did, and did it well.

But they had a new toy, so they left Blueblood in a figurative corner. Well if he had nothing to do, he would spend his time there making sure their rule was short and his was long. Having done exhausting research, the first research he’d ever done, he found a certain kind of magic that would solve his problem permanently. It was a magic that manipulated one's elasticity, metabolism, and appetite, allowing them to literally consume another pony. It hadn’t been an easy magic to find, and he had been told it wasn’t possible more than once, but after many months of determined study, he came across it in a very old spell book.

Most importantly, it was self-cleaning, with no body left to speak of. When there were no bodies, no pony would assume murder; they’d think it was a kidnapping like it always was. It was said that he could use it to eat virtually anything, even if some things were unadvisable, so he could get rid of any and all evidence.

Of course there was a problem that Blueblood would have regardless of how much research he did, he did not know how to make the potion required by the spell. He had done more work than he should have had to do already, so he wasn’t about to stir potions with peasants, learning such cardinal means of magic was beneath him.

But he was in luck. He hadn’t had anyone that he could coerce to do the researching, which is why he did it himself, but he had the perfect two potion makers, because they were related to a pony that he already had dirt on, so he could multi-purpose the blackmail he’d used on them to these fools. Blueblood had a whole filing cabinet just for the blackmail he had on various ponies; sometimes he even blackmailed one of them to help him blackmail a new one.

The unlucky part was that they lived in the slums, and he wasn’t about to dirty himself by walking there. They didn’t deserve to have so much as his hoof-print in their dirt pit. It was surprisingly difficult for him to get guards to go fetch them though. So many were respectfully busy with other duties when he came asking. He committed their names to memory; he was good with that. He’d give them something to keep them ‘busy’ later on.

He did find one though, and had the two escorted right to his chambers. Though when Blueblood told them information was need-to-know about why he needed them there, the guard looked at him like maybe he thought they were prostitutes. This just made Blueblood angrier at his situation. He didn’t mind putting on a fake face for the lower class when it was for a good cause, which was always himself, but this was one he shouldn’t have had to do. And besides, he didn’t need to put on a fake face with these two; he could be his wonderful honest self.

They were brought in, two earth ponies, still damp, as he had ordered them to be washed before they set hoof in his chambers. Once brought in, they just stared at him for a moment with vacant eyes. Sometimes Blueblood wondered if most of these ponies were even properly self-aware.

“H-hello,” said the first, finally, “I’m Hot Brew and this is Boiling Elixer.”

“Did I ask your names, mud pony?” Blueblood sneered, “Do you think me so stupid as to bring you here without knowing who you are? I am Prince Blueblood, and you will not speak out of turn. And if you call me Blueblood without putting the word Prince in front of it, I’ll take you on a tour of Luna’s dungeon.” She didn’t have one, of course, but her reputation was enough for somepony to think it was real.

Not only did their little minds break for a moment from his threat, they also showed no recognition or surprise at his name. He had had the guards not tell them who called them so they wouldn’t run away, but that appeared annoyingly unnecessary. “Do you not know who Prince Blueblood is? Answer now, or two weeks dungeon!”

“I’m sorry, “ stammered Elixer, practically shrieking, “I don’t remember seeing you.” She looked faint.

“Are you the one that bears the flag at meetings?” asked Brew, so quietly he barely heard her, looking like she might collapse from shivering so hard.

Some of these subjects really overreacted to basic things.

“I am certainly not! And bow to me!” shouted Blueblood making them cringe, “I blackmailed your father by threatening to pull you both from university and ruin your careers. Coincidentally that is exactly why you’re here as well, because I’m very close to doing just that. Just a few letters from concerned individuals, paid by me, letting them know of some... disturbing things you do.”

“I apologize, he never mentioned a name when-,” said Elixer as she bowed, “What?”

“We can do whatever you need, Prince Blueblood,” added Brew as she bowed next to her sister.

Most likely it was just that their father was too afraid of Blueblood to tell them the name, certainly. He was a formidable presence. A better father would have warned his children though.

“You will make me this,” Blueblood said simply, floating the recipe over to them, “You will drop all other tasks and do it as quickly as possible. You will tell no one why. If you dare to give me a potion that doesn’t work, your degrees and careers are dead. And if it causes me harm, your father will be mourning the loss of two daughters. Do you understand?”

“Y-yes!” Brew nodded, then whisper to Elixer, “It doesn’t even say what it does.”

“This is a... strange recipe,” said Elixer, but added quickly, “But it will be done perfectly! You can be assured!”

“It says it will take seven days,” said Blueblood, and let them have a moment of fear before he continued with the opposite of what they thought he would, “And I am no fool. I know nothing of why it is this long, but if an expert has decided that it is this long, then it must be. However, I want quality, so if you MUST slow down to make sure it is PERFECT, I will not punish you, but you must continually make progress.”

“You are very wise,” Brew bowed again.

“Did I ask you for a complement?” Blueblood snarled, “Or to bow again? Get up and don’t interrupt me again! Now, I will assign my two most trusted guards and they will take shifts day and night watching your setup. They will not leave the room during the shift for any reason, so you will have to give them food and empty a chamber pot if you must. They know nothing of potions, but they know the difference between work and sitting on your hooves. They better see you exhausting yourselves.”

Blueblood dismissed them with a wave of his front hoof, as if their presence defiled his sanctum. His chosen guards were outside waiting on them, guards that he could trust to do what he wanted as long as they got paid. It was amusing how little ponies would work for, thinking it’s a lot.

Blueblood hated walking amongst the lowlifes, but this was important, and he just couldn’t leave it to his guards; he had to check the progress for himself. It was for this reason that he came to the little shop, strutting in like he owned the place, since he would own every place soon enough. The sign out front said ‘closed’, but the door was open anyway. He got very cross when they didn’t answer the door quickly, so they decided it was better if he could just walk right in, and they were right enough.

“Well?” he shouted into the back of the shop, and Brew came running out.

“Your Majesty!” she bowed, “Elixer is doing the last bit now, it will literally be minutes. I will check again.” She backed into the inner room and called to her sister.

It was about time. Blueblood thought with him demanding it several times a day, it would speed things up a bit, even without him giving them a hard deadline. They had taken nine days so far, saying they needed rare ingredients or needed to go slow doing something they had never done before. His guards were following them and making sure of what they said.

That didn’t mean he had to be nice to them though, and it certainly didn’t mean he’d treat them as any sort of competent for taking this long. Still, they’d said they were very close earlier today, so he had high hopes.

Finally, Elixir returned the room with a flask of green fluid, panting as she offered it over to him with her filthy hooves.

“I’ve never seen such incompetence!” Blueblood said as he took the potion from her, immediately popping the top and guzzling it down. It tasted a bit bitter, and felt like it was blowing up his belly like a balloon, so much like that he put a hoof to his gut to make sure it wasn’t.

Elixer opened her muzzle like she was going to give specific directions, but just sighed and stayed quiet when he drank it.

“I don’t notice any changes!” Blueblood yelled at her, “What kind of dirt pony trickery is this?”

“Perhaps it is not immediately apparent, or maybe it does show much to hide it from your prey,” explained Elixir, “I assure you, it will work.” It seemed she had gleaned what the potion was for through its ingredients and methods; they were very good.

“I will be returning to the palace with one guard, and remain in custody here with the other until I am sure that it worked,” said Blueblood, adding thoughtfully, “I need a test subject.”

“P-please,” Elixer started to tear up, “Please we’ll do anything.” Brew emerged behind her, looking panicked.

“I’m not eating you, fools!” grumbled Blueblood, “Why would I eat somepony I might need later? How can you be so good at potions, but walking arguments for birth control in every other way?” He grunted, “Regardless, you have impressed me. If this works, you may find yourselves in government paid positions.”

Both their eyes lit up, though they knew not to say thanks without permission.

He knew the perfect volunteer: that Rarity that embarrassed him at a Gala. He’d send her a letter to get her over here; he just had to find a servant, since writing the letter was beneath him.

When it arrived at Carousel Boutique, Rarity wouldn’t have opened the letter if it had Blueblood on it. It only said ‘Canterlot Palace’, so she figured it must be important. The letter started with a request for her to come to the palace for an apology for his rude behavior at the Gala, his name at the bottom.

He didn’t deserve the right to apologize and it didn’t make sense that he would want to after this long, but maybe it would be worth it to go all that way to see that, to see Blueblood humble himself. It said that he would be leaving soon, so she needed to come quickly. Rarity figured she may as well check on her boutique there, and went ahead out.

Rarity was escorted right to Blueblood’s personal chambers by the guard Blueblood didn’t leave at the potion makers’ shop, though as she entered, she looked confused, and maybe a bit disappointed that he wasn’t going to do this in public. She’d take what she could get. The ingrate didn’t bow, but this wasn’t the time to require that. She also wore a pink dress and a hat; she had to dress up everywhere.

Instead, Blueblood met her with a cunning smile. The more he caught her off guard, the angrier she’d be.

Blueblood was prepared. The door had been enchanted with a nullification spell that, when activated would nullify the magic of any pony that came through it. He had a mage do it under the guise of fearing assassins would come as he slept. Of course there was also the noise muffling spell that was on the room. Sadly, the only excuse he could think of as to why he’d need the spell was one he refused to make, so he sullied himself by having to learn it himself.

“Miss Rarity,” Blueblood said, nodding, “I am so glad you could make it so soon; I think you’ll agree that this is something that needs to be done.”

“Indeed it is,” Rarity said simply, then looked him in the eyes, “I’m waiting.”

Blueblood looked casually back at her, then feigned surprise, “Oh goodness, did that foolish scribe put in the letter that I was going to apologize for you? That’s silly; it’s obviously for you to apologize to me!”

Rarity’s face twitched, slowly turning red. It was all Blueblood could do to keep himself from laughing at this foolish needle pusher, but he kept his composure perfectly, as if he truly believed what he said had occurred.

“I’ll have you know,” Rarity said; she started a lot of rants with that, no doubt, “I have a very important business, in three cities now, not that you would understand having any important responsibilities! I know all about you!” Obviously, since she had a crush on him, “You only have a title because of things some ancestor did. But unlike at the Gala, this time I have a way to wipe that smug grin off your face by taking that title away! Twilight is a REAL princess with her own palace, and I guarantee that when I burst in crying to her about this, she will pull all the strings she need to get your sorry plot kicked out on the street!”

Blueblood patiently listened to her rant with the same smirk on his face. Or maybe listened was a strong word; it was more like he was waited for her to finish. He didn’t even pay attention. In fact, he just stood there for almost a minute after she finished while she demanded answers.

“What was that?” Blueblood finally asked, “I wasn’t listening.”

With that, it was time to stop pretending to be nice; he had done that for too long. He grasped her whole torso in his magic, and pushed downward, the force of the floor splaying out her legs before she smacked the floor with her chest. She squeaked in surprise, and looked up at him with wide eyes. Realizing that her dress would block the taste of her body going down, he casually shredded the dress and wadded it up, tossing that and her hat onto his bed. He’d toss those in after her.

The first thing she did is try to use her magic in return, but of course she could not. She looked up at Blueblood, looking like she might cry immediately, pushing her hind legs together and tucking her tail. She made the most logical conclusion any mare would make it they were taken to private with a stallion, held down, and had their clothing ripped away, “Please don’t.”

“You DARE insinuate that I would be interested in such a common mare for anything other than food?” Blueblood shouted, enraged at Rarity’s conclusion, “What delusions of grandeur do you have? No, it’s time for me to tell YOU a thing or two.”

Rarity was speechless, both from confusion at why she was held if not for that, and from shock that Blueblood was giving her a telling to at all. The food thing she assumed was figurative, surely.

“What you peasants don’t understand,” continued Blueblood, “Is that my title being hereditary is what makes me better than you! I am royal blood; I deserve to be treated as royalty because of WHO I am, not what I do. Not only do I not have to run off and do great things, I SHOULDN’T! That’s the job of pretend princesses like your friend!”

“Which brings me to something else,” Blueblood finally took a deep breath, returning to a smile, but it was the most predatory grin he’d ever had, “Do you think I was joking before when I called you food? Well I wasn’t, thanks to a nifty potion. I’m going to gobble you up and digest you into unicorn soup, and you’re just the test subject! After I’m done with you, it will be the princesses, Cadence and her spare prince, and your upstart friend Twilight, I’ll enjoy her the most,” he added some lies so she’d die even more afraid, “I could even do your other friends and family.” It’d be far more fun to go ‘comfort’ them after the tragedy.

It was unlike Rarity to be this quiet about everything, but it seemed like every time she started to speak, he’d say something else that left her speechless. It was so unexpected that she hadn’t even had time to get angry or scared.

Blueblood picked Rarity up in his magic, admiring how she shivered, head-first since the slag’s ugly plot was nothing he wanted to stare at. Instead, he’d start with her favorite body part: her loud mouth.

“Impossible...” Rarity managed to mutter.

Blueblood opened his own muzzle wide, wanting to make it clear that he did not want to kiss his meal. He was surprised how far his jaw opened; he could open all the way to 180 degrees so that his lower and upper jaws were a straight line if he wanted. Not only that, but his throat seemed to expand. It was grotesque, and exactly what he needed!

His prey was right back to ‘speechless’. She could see all his teeth with how open his maw was, the flesh of his gums drooling his saliva, pooling with his thickened tongue below. Where she stared though was down that hole, so gaping and dark, though she could see the pink flesh going down for a while, practically pulsing in anticipation.

Blueblood took his time, letting Rarity stare down the tunnel where her life, and hopefully all those fashion trends she’d made, would end. Out of all Twilight’s friends, he was glad this is the one who would die for the cause.

He pushed her back, swallowing against her muzzle to pull the first few inches down. His throat expanded perfectly for her body, wrapping tightly against her muzzle, then casually expanding as he pushed it over her face. It would make room for thick areas and immediately snap back when it was thin again. He wanted to see what Rarity’s shape would look like in hisneck. His prey watched his throat get closer, and didn’t finally close her eyes until they were pressed against his flesh.

The texture of her fur against him, matted with his spit, was wonderful by itself, how was she so delicious? He recognized a marshmallow flavor, with her mane even feeling a bit spongey against his gums.

He swallowed again, pulling her just to the back of her head, then popped over her neck. Even as his throat slid down to the size of her throat, it still stayed the perfect size at every other point, as if it was giving him the perfect tightness to feel his food’s entire form. Sure enough, he could see the shape of her head in his neck when he looked at it threw his mirror, horn and all.

His prey finally did start to struggle, and he let her kick her legs as much as she wanted as long as they didn’t hit him; he wanted to feel his terrified prey struggle as she disappeared down his gut. She tried to scream, his neck even adjusting itself so the shape of her opened mouth could be seen, but her efforts only gave him a delightful neck massage. Just like in other things; his prey’s attempts to get away just made it better for him.

“Blueblood I’m sorry!” It felt good to hear his prey’s muffled voice apologize, “I’ll even do a public apology if you don’t go through with this!” The stupid cow thought he even cared about that, but any excuse to make his prey beg for mercy was welcome.

As his throat expanded around her shoulders, he felt his appetite increasing, and he couldn’t take it as slow anymore. He pushed her legs to her sides, then swallowed several more times to slide in past them, sliding down to her anemic, overly-thin waste. The further he went the faster he was, pulling her legs together with her tail, and pushing her in past her hips. He turned his head straight up to let gravity pull her in, but swallowed rapidly, and her legs and tail disappeared in seconds, lips sliding along them, feeling every bit of her length down to her feet.

The potion’s effect was amazing, even allowing her to kick while she was going down. When her head popped out into his expanding stomach, she screamed again, giving him a shiver like a belly massage, then began to give him a more literal belly massage from the inside, her legs kicking against his flesh, and feeling amazing, better than the most relaxing of spa treatment he could have imagined. Even her attempts to stab with her horn did nothing to break through.

At first he thought she’d suffocate before dissolving, and had been disappointed in that, but the potion seemed to even produce air inside him; clearly this was designed for living prey, and enjoyment of them. Still, it didn’t take nearly so long as one would think. She thrashed and kicked, but almost immediately those kicks became lesser. He looked at himself through his mirror, awestruck at the sight of the squirming lump in his gut. His stomach burned his prey down into nothing, until Blueblood’s belly didn’t even look like he’d had a meal.

He admired his trim, well-muscled physique, not an ounce gained. He’d let those potion-makers alone for now, but once he was in charge, he intended to give them positions here so they could be paid a pitiful wage for him to constantly demean them.

The upcoming royal banquet would be the perfect time to strike, as it was several days, so Cadence and Twilight would spend the night after. He could eliminate them all in one night.

After Rarity’s disappearance, her boutiques gradually started to decline. Only Canterlot Carousel remained open under Sassy Saddle’s management. Blueblood went there to get all his clothing now, to ‘honor her memory’. It was a good way to make peasants think he wasn’t all that bad without him actually having done anything different.

2. Blueblood Enjoys The Main Course

The banquet, held at the first of each month, that he chose for his victory was a private get together of all the local royals of Equestria, Celestia, Luna, Twilight, Cadence, and Cadence’s spare. They would discuss updates of events but it was mostly just to socialize. It was a get together that Blueblood wasn’t invited to, so it was fitting that he would be the only one there at the next banquet.

It lasted several days, so they spent the night there, and Blueblood had a plan on when to strike.

Blueblood actually chose the night before the banquet began, since he knew they spent a day before it preparing and then would likely go to sleep early that night to rest for the main events. The thing was, there were only guards guarding their bedroom doors at night, and rather than have them start their shift earlier than usual, they typically just let it be unguarded. It was another example of their incompetence, sacrificing their own safety so some goon could be at home with his family. It was fitting that their awful decisions would work into his brilliant ones, as this left all their doors unguarded with them asleep inside.

Despite not being able to cast the powerful nullification spell himself, he had simply cut out the component in his door that did the spell. He could carry it around and use it on anypony he needed, and the first he needed it on was Luna.

Blueblood barely considered Luna to be his ‘aunt’ at all, the brutish dolt, and Celestia was a fool for not executing her immediately. When Blueblood ruled, villains would not get second chances. He looked down on Luna’s sleeping form, wondering what she was dreaming about as he nulled her magic. It didn’t matter though, because the rest of her life was going to be a nightmare not even she could escape from.

Luna was a heavy sleeper; perhaps she had used magic to let herself sleep more deeply. She didn’t notice when he pulled off her covers, grasping her with his magic and pulling her off the bed. He tossed the blanket onto the floor in the proper position to look like she were dragged out of bed, dragged through the door that they would regret not securing.

Sadly he couldn’t take her too slowly, since he had to get them all done before the guards’ shifts began, but he didn’t intend to toss her in without tasting either. He pushed her face into his muzzle, taking a moment to close it over her, licking her with his tongue and tasting something akin to blueberry, which got a bit tangy when it came to her ridiculous mane. It felt strange how her mane literally squirmed about in his mouth, until it was squished against her head perfectly when it slid past his throat.

So this is how the prey awoke, with Blueblood literally swallowing against her face and sucking on her, as if tasting a large lollipop. Most ponies might think they were dreaming, but the prey knew she wasn’t.

“What is the meaning of this?” demanded the muffled prey, “You will expel your Princess’s face from your muzzle and explain your actions!”

“Hello auntie,” Blueblood said to the stunned alicorn, and he was really hungry and eager to digest said alicorn, but he wanted her to die knowing, “Good news, you’ve found where Rarity disappeared to; right down my throat. Want to go visit her? I’ll send Cadence, Twilight, and her brother down to join you. I’d want to be rid of you though even if you weren’t in the way of my rule; you’re my least favorite aunt. Then again you’re everypony's least favorite everything, aren’t you.”

That should give her something to think about on her way down, so he pushed her back into his throat, giving a nice swallow to suck her already drool covered head down one again. At first she attempted to use magic of course, then she kicked a few times just to check, finding herself in mid-air, then found flying just as unsuccessful. The last ditch effort was to twist her head to try to cut her way out with her horn, but that actually felt really good, like a firm massage; Blueblood even groaned a bit.

“You will remove your princess’s cranium from your esophagus immediately!” demanded Luna further.

Blueblood wasn’t taking orders, and turned his head up sooner than before, holding the prey above him, and for a moment just letting gravity pull her shoulders and pinned legs into his throat. The prey didn’t kick or squirm as much as Rarity; perhaps she was too proud, but her pride wouldn’t save her.

He had more to push inward as she went down with her wings tightly folded. Her turned her around in his throat so he could taste her wings, tongue rippling against them as they dragged past. They were a bit soft, like he was swallowing a big blueberry flavored plush toy, though he liked the firm parts better he thought, because he could feel her writhe, which she did a little whether she wanted to or not.

He heard her grunt as her head popped into his belly, as if unable to think of anything else to demand, or realizing that it was pointless, or probably both. He pushed her down much faster than he had Rarity, feeling even more ravenous than before. As she felt through completely, she did panic a moment, kicking and flapping, so he did get a brief massage. Given her significantly larger size, it was quite a firm massage.

As the royal lump began to melt, he could still see her horn poking against his skin; horns were hard and would take much longer to digest even in the flesh furnace that was his gut. He managed to get a hold of the horn with is magic, then bent it until it came loose of her head, and pushing it right back up. He didn’t have to be careful with the tip as resilient as he now was.

The horn looked polished from the slight digestion; perfect for display, as was his physique. The lump completely disappeared once again, a mighty princess gone forever in a way no one would ever know. He wondered if the princesses would become mythological figures.

One down, three to go.

Of all his prey, Celestia was the only one he would miss, not that he had qualms about doing it or anything. It was both that he respected her more than anyone else involved, and because she had the best plot in the kingdom. She was the only one that he planned to eat her hindquarters first, so he could get one last look at those generously sized flanks before they disappeared forever.

He moved her blanket away again, hanging off the bed and toward the door, then picked Celestia up with his magic as he had the others. Though he was more gentle than with the others, she woke fairly easily. Maybe she didn’t like sleep spells.

“What’s going on?” she demanded after trying to use her magic.

Ah, another summary, “Princess Celestia I respect you, but you’re in the way, so I’m going to eat you. Your sister’s already taken a trip through my gullet, and Cadence and Twilight will be soon the follow.”

Celestia took one look at his gaping mouth and appeared to recognize it, “Where did you find that? Blueblood, look at what you are doing, you will never forgive yourself for this, and Equestria will be lost without me regardless of how good a ruler you are.”

“Equestria existed a thousand years before your rule, and will still exist a thousand years after. You are NOTHING,” Blueblood growled, but then laughed, “I won’t only forgive myself, I’ll keep forgetting about it. That’s why I’m keeping all your horns; I’ll remember every time I walk past them, mounted on my wall like a fish.” He added as sincerely as he was capable of, “If it helps, you were always my favorite aunt.”

Regardless of respect, the feeling of personally eliminating the great Sun Princess was incredible. He turned her away from him and pulled her tail tip into his maw at first, slurping it up like a wet noodle. It felt slimy as it writhed against his lips and throat, just like he expected their disturbing hair to feel. She had a taste that was vanilla. He usually thought that a boring flavor, but what he licked here tasted appropriately, divine. He pushed her legs in quickly, beginning to swallow, slow enough to be gentle but fast enough to sate his burning hunger.

“Blueblood you can’t!” was that fear he saw in his prey’s eyes, “We can talk this out, you don’t have to do this!” He imagined she was feeling very stupid and guilty about all the times he was ignored or mistreated as she stood by, but he’d let her die without his forgiveness.

He held her limbs together as he slid past her pleasantly plump plot, her flesh tasting the same as her tail, just less slimy. Her feathers just felt like a bit of padding along her top side. He sucked in her mane and pulled her front legs back so that her head would be the last thing to go in. She didn’t try to kick, but he got the impression that that was because she knew the spell and knew she couldn’t get away, rather than a lack of fear. Her eyes held the most abject horror that he’d ever seen, her whole body shivering like a leaf.

The great Sun Princess, thousands of years of life behind her, and she had gotten very used to the idea of having thousands of years ahead of her as well. She had been yanked out of that comfortable fantasy and suddenly forced to face her own end. A being that many considered a physical goddess was going to die at the bottom of his stomach, her failure was complete.

“Blueblood please!” the prey screamed now, so it was a good thing he used the sound muffling spell again, “I will do literally ANYTHING. I’ll be your subject, toy, or even pleasure slave, anything if you don’t do this!” This was why he preferred face first; it reduced the loudness of the complaints.

He turned her gently around as her head plummeted in, running his tongue over her sobbing face as she went through, tasting her salty tears. He turned her head so his lips could slide up her horn, which was the last thing to disappear into his muzzle. He had to admit, the sound of the great sun prey crying like an infant in real fear had been quite pleasing to the ears, at least when it meant he was going up in rank.

Once she was nothing but a divine bulge in his stomach, all her regal composure lost. The prey kicked wildly as soon as her hind legs popped free into his gut, the rest sloshing into it within another second. It was a better massage than his very first prey had been, given that this prey had an extra pair of limbs, and they felt somehow still soft against his insides for a moment before he could feel the softness melt away.

A muffled “I don’t want to die...” were the last words of the mighty sun princess as her body was rapidly reduced to slop. Her kicks faded quickly, her horn coming loose as his last prey’s had. Blueblood spit it out and held the shiny new toy next to the darker to look at them both, and started to consider how he’d arrange all his horns on the mount.

Blueblood looked in the mirror to admire himself once again. He had turned his two mightiest targets into meals, so the rest would feel like it was just fun.

“That’s both the main courses dealt with,” he smiled into the mirror before he left, “Now for the hors d'oeuvre.”

3. Blueblood Enjoys The Desserts

The royal couple was a unique bit of fun, so he decided to be a bit more meticulous with his meal; he didn’t want to miss a chance to torment one that deserved his position the least.

To that end, it was a good thing they had used a sleeping spell, because it allowed him to pull Shining Armor out of bed and tie him securely, prepared to watch his wife be devoured. Blueblood tied Shining’s front hooves behind his back, his front legs forced forward until they were even with his. He ensured that Shining had a nice view, even placing himself between Shining and a mirror so he could see Cadence gobbled up from two directions.

He kicked Shining in the face with a front hoof, the the most efficient way to awake him. Shining awoke, eyes going wide as he struggled, first looking to Cadence still sleeping on the bed, then to Blueblood. Blueblood looked down with a condescending smile.

“You won’t get away with this!” Shining said by reflex, looking disgusted when he saw how absurdly wide Blueblood had his muzzle.

“It’s been embarrassingly easy to win,” taunted Blueblood, “Celestia and Luna are dead, fed down my throat and turned into magical slop. After you two, your cute little sister will face the same fate. I apologize though, you won’t get to see Twilight die.”

Wanting Shining to hurt more than the others, Blueblood pried Shining’s horn with his magic. The combination of the null spell, and knowing how the thing was connected after popping off his former preys’, he was able to finally crack it off. Shining groaned the whole time, then almost squealed when it popped free. Blueblood tossed it in the trash for effect, but would be getting it later.

“You don’t touch her!” Shining growled, ignoring the stabbing pain in his head.

Blueblood lifted Cadence from the bed and shook her awake, though he wasn’t going to explain a second time, so she’d go in having no clue what was going on. Blueblood gave Cadence enough time to see who was eating her and that her husband was useless, but no more, as he pulled her back to his throat.

“You won’t get away with this!” this prey had the same reflex, “Shining help!” despite having seen that he can’t.

“I’ll think of something!” Shining yelled uselessly, then glared at Blueblood, “YOU are dead!”

“I assume you meant your wife with that,” taunted Blueblood. “Otherwise it doesn’t make sense.”

Blueblood glimpsed at Shining one more time. Shining’s face was simultaneously red from his rage, yet his expression was a delightful show of abject horror. Blueblood made himself go slowly, wanting to torture Shining with a nice long look of his sweetheart’s consumption. Besides, this was the only time Blueblood have an audience, so he should make use of it.

Blueblood pushed her muzzle to his throat, swallowing to take in her face, slightly disappointed that she wasn’t a crier. No matter, he was sure Shining would be. She did have a delightful strawberry taste, however, which more than made up for it. He let his throat slide over her head, up over her horn, and back to her neck as slowly as he could. He kept swallowing despite holding he back, letting her get a nice feel of what was happening to her.

“I’m so sorry, Shining, I couldn’t protect you,” the prey said, “I love you.”

“I love you,” Shining said. He didn’t give Blueblood the pleasure of any more words, but never stopped struggling, not for a second ceasing his attempts.

Blueblood held the prey’s wings and forelegs against her, but still went as gradually as he could, ignoring the increasing hunger from below. He pushed all the way down to her hips, which seemed below average after his previous prey’s wide rump. His stomach was burning with desire, but Blueblood took her down at a crawl, facing Shining as he finally pulled her hind legs in; Shining couldn’t look away as he watched her hooves, then the excess of her mane as she slid to her delicious doom.

Shining’s escape endeavors slowed as he watched, then finally ceased, simply trembling there as he fully accepted that they were getting fed to Blueblood and there was nothing he could do to stop it. The terrified anguish on his face, though, made it worth not swallowing it down immediately.

Blueblood pulled Shining over to put his head against Blueblood’s stomach to feel her struggle weakly, resulting in Shining choking out a sob.

“Mmm, your turn,” Blueblood lifted Shining, not getting much of wiggle from him. Blueblood cut Shining’s bonds so he’d be able to kick inside, but swallowed the ropes anyway.

He did get to taste the salt of his prey’s tears, which was a good thing since he was completely bland otherwise. He just felt pressure against his tongue, but didn’t get any taste. He should have known. Regardless, this prey went in just as lazily as the last, Blueblood having so much fun tormenting him that he wanted to drag this one out too. He still had plenty of time left to feast upon Twilight.

Much to his delight, Blueblood discovered something about the effects. It seemed like he could swallow or digest, but couldn’t do them simultaneously, so it wouldn’t start digesting them until they were there together. He was doing them a favor; not many couples got to die simultaneously in each other’s grasp. It was like one of the performances Blueblood liked, though they used knives instead of swallowing. Regardless, the similarity made the situation romantic.

At least the bland taste didn’t rile up his hunger quite as much, so he didn’t feel the need to speed things up. At the end, when the prey’s hooves were about to disappear just as his wife’s had done, he could feel his front pop into the stomach. His other prey jerked when she felt movement, but then his stomach shifted as they hugged. Ah yes, romantic, he so called it.

His stomach was massively bloated after devouring two ponies together, but the load would be no problem for his increased metabolism; he’d have a trim stomach in less than a minute.

“Til death do you part,” Blueblood’s words were the last thing they ever heard as their bodies were rapidly broken down into compact nutrition.

Blueblood stroked his gut as it disappeared, spitting out a new horn for his collection, and smiling when the prey stopped moving, the royal couple’s life together ending together. The moment a prey finished was an incredible power trip for him, even if these preys weren’t nearly the trip as the two prey before. He had always heard ponies talking about murder taking a toll on a pony’s mind. The ponies that told him that were fools though; there was nothing better than the feeling he got when he himself dispatched his opponent down his maw.

Now just one more needed to be disposed of for Blueblood to win the line of succession.

Twilight Sparkle was the final obstacle. When he opened her door however, he found her awake, seated at a desk and deep into a book. She was REALLY into the book, so Blueblood carefully hovered his little magic nullifier and removed the final threat to his success. He didn’t grab for her however, instead he cleared his throat; he may as well have some almost intellectual conversation before pigging out on his final course.

“Prince Blueblood?” Twilight asked after spinning around, taking a moment, but at least she recognized who he was. It was unsurprising, since she made it her business to know everything. It was another thing that annoyed him about her.

“You’re Celestia’s ‘nephew’ right?” Twilight asked, perhaps as a jab, and not bothering to hide her disdain. She’d dealt with more than her share of Blueblood complaints even above Rarity’s. “I didn’t hear you come in, since you didn’t bother to knock. What do you want?”

“Now, now, is that how you speak to an old friend,” smirked Blueblood, “Don’t you remember me from that Gala? We even said ‘hello’ at the last Gala. And here I thought you were the Princess of ‘Friendship,' whatever that means. I guess if I attack, you can be friendly at me in defense.”

“You don’t even have the right to mention that Gala,” yelled Twilight, “Not after the way you treated Rarity. For all you know you could be disrespecting the dead!” it was a good thing Blueblood got the silence spell on the room already.

“Yes, I am disrespecting your dead friend,” chuckled Blueblood, “It’s not like I haven’t done worse to her, like that one time I swallowed her whole and dissolved her body into slush. I just gave you closure; wasn’t that nice of me?” He added mockingly, “I know her others went out of business, but I did visit the one here in Canterlot for a suit in her memory. I’m just full of kindness lately!”

Twilight looked like she didn’t believe him for a moment, then the spell must have come to her memory, because she got wide-eyed and tried to use her magic. She clenched her teeth from the effort, then looked like she was trying to formulate a plan in her head. The only one she could think of was Rainbow Dash’s favorite plan, charging at him full force and hoping he wouldn’t catch her in time with his magic.

He let her get over half-way to him to give her false hope, then caught her securely, pulling her legs up to let her plop onto the floor right in front of him. He smirked, then secured wings against her as he had so many others, floating her upward again. She looked at him, more shock and anger than terror; she would probably make a more dignified exit than her mentor did. To her credit, though, she didn’t say ‘You’ll never get away with this;' she knew he would.

“Blueblood, you have to stop,” Twilight used reasoning as her begging, “You don’t understand what murdering a pony does to you; you will never forgive yourself, I can tell you 100% that you will regret this more than you think. Now if you let me go, you’ll have one less murder, and we can make a deal. I’ll say that with an honesty collar on if you want. There’s even a spell that will kill a pony if they break a promise. Equestria is better with two rulers, as we’ve found over the past few years, so if you’re doing this for Equestria...” She finally ran out of arguments.

Blueblood let her speak on simply because she made such amusingly good excuses to let her live; he waited to speak until she finished.

“I suppose you’re doing this for Equestria and not yourself," Blueblood said non-sarcastically, “You know, if I were doing this for the good of Equestria, that would have swayed me, it might have been nice to have a flunky waiting on me, though you better believe I’d have that horn removed even then.” He grinned widely, “But I’m not doing it for that; I’m doing it for the same reason I always do things; helping myself.”

Twilight’s brave face was gone, replaced by a look of horror at the realization of what an unreasonable monster she was dealing with.

“Give my regards to your mentors, your brother, and your sister-in-law, and your whore designer friend, ” said Blueblood before pushing her in, adding a lie that he knew she’d believe to magnify her anguish, “I’ll tell your other friends and your little pet to give their regards to you on their way in.”

That got her talking again, “Please, allow my friends to live; they can still protect Equestria with Starlight Glimmer in my place, and I’m sure they can find someone for Rarity. They are not in your way; you’ll only be destroying a powerful weapon that you might need later.” Blueblood hated that she’d die thinking he was too stupid to know that, but he felt the trade-off was worth it.

“Shut up!” Blueblood finally said, annoyed, “We both know that this is the death you so grossly deserve, food for your better. Face your execution down my gullet.” He added with a chuckle, “Also, adding Starlight Glimmer to the list. That was REALLY stupid to mention another friend’s name. Any more I should add?”

The funny thing was that in reality it would probably be this pony that ended up there. Blueblood wasn’t stupid; he wasn’t going to make a decision like that himself. He’d delegate the finding of a new Magic, not to mention a Generosity, to the surviving members, and they’d likely make the same choice. He might have to order them to do so if they wait too long, but he’d order them in a pretend-nice ‘fate of Equestria’ way. They were suckers for that.

It was time for the flavor test, and he stuffed her face into his throat like so many others. She tasted like grape, which would have made him laugh if he could have; if his prey had learned that ponies were flavored so appropriately, she’d have probably wasted months studying it or even writing a book. She wasted so much of her time studying things that were so useless that she may as well have not been studying at all.

The prey acknowledged the inevitability of her situation, and not only didn’t kick; she actively tried to push herself in faster, literally trying to crawl down his throat like a giant worm to get it over with. He started to go slower because of it, and when she realized that, she stopped her writhing and simply lay still. So boring.

Luckily her compliance didn’t play out to the very end. As it went down over her torso, sliding over her legs and wings, down to her hind legs, she began to twitch and kick, and he could actually feel her heavy breathing within him as she slid down his neck. By the time she was being pushed out into his stomach, she was kicking in abject horror like the best of them, literally.

“Please, I don’t wanna die!” she shouted so loudly that it barely sounded muffled. Those were much better last words; she was more like her mentor than she’d ever know.

As he felt her kicking and flapping slowly glide to a stop, he thought of all the things that annoyed him about this pointless little princess, and actually arched his back and moaned when she ceased moving. He then spit out her horn, let out a belch that literally shook the walls, and pulled a handkerchief from his coat pocket to pat his muzzle. He reveled with a smile of victory as he watched the last hope of ‘friendship’ fade away to leave his thin physique once again.

His victory was complete. He’d go to sleep in his room, and would be awoken tomorrow morning when they ran out of other choices, informing him that he would need to take care of things temporarily. He’d pretend to be sad for the tragedy for the sake of the fools, of course. He could even cry for show, believably since his beloved ‘aunts’ were gone; he was good at pretending to have emotions that he didn’t actually have where required. Since they’d believe his rule temporary, not even those foolish enough to doubt him would stand in the way, but once no pony showed back up and they saw that he could, in fact, rule well, they’d keep him on.

And he would rule well, because he’d acknowledge the things he doesn’t know about and delegate it to an expert in the field; that was a very important part of what leaders should do, and it’s something that wasn’t being done enough, especially with Twilight. Rulers weren’t supposed to learn to do things themselves, they were supposed to delegate; otherwise they would have to learn everything.

Given that he’d initially be using Celestia’s experts, his rule wouldn’t be much different than hers, but gradually he would come up with good reasons to change each one with ponies that he had already chosen. Within a few years, they’d have a brand new Equestria, and everyone that mattered would be better for it. Everypony else would be at least decent for it, enough that they wouldn’t complain.

As for the horns, he wanted nothing more than for them to be on display in his throne room. So he was clever; he’d place them somewhere they’d be found, and they’d be shown to Blueblood by the sad ponies that found them. He’d say that they should put them in a memorial, which of course should be in the throne room, right above the throne. They’d be on a plaque just like one that someone might use to mount a fish, and in the end, that’s what they were. If only he could have had their whole heads mounted.

He didn’t care if he was the only one that knew their significance, though if he didn’t figure out immortality and ended up dying, he’d probably tell them what he did on his death bed, so he could let these fools know how they had been bested by his superior mind.

It didn’t matter right now though. He slipped into his bed, still time to get a good sleep. He’d need rest, because tomorrow was the first day of his illustrious rule.