The Changeling Gorbfest

“Very well,” Thorax said tenderly. He placed a hoof on his stomach, rubbing it tenderly, before he closed his eyes and didn’t hold back. His, and soon every other changeling’s, stomach began to gurgle with an even greater intensity than before. The churning intensified to almost violent levels, and his stomach walls secreted their fluid freely, drenching Twilight completely.

“YES! YES!!” Twilight shouted towards the heavens. She was almost entirely surrounding by the bliss-inducing fluid, with only her head above the surface. Her nerves were completely saturated by bliss, and everything she loved and cared for was shoved out of her mind. Her thoughts began to fade, and her brain regressed into blind state of pure pleasure. She paid no mind as her body began to slowly melt into goop. All she felt was rapturous joy, and that’s all she would ever feel until the end.

Starlight continued to rub the bulge Twilight made as it got louder and louder, and its convulsions got more and more intense. Starlight felt a little jealous of the bliss Twilight must have felt right now, but she knew that she had better things to do than become changeling chub. Still, she treated her beloved mentor to a rub for an hour, until Twilight’s moans slowly began to let less intense, her convulsions less frequent and less powerful. Indeed, all throughout the room the muffled moans got quieter and quieter as the Gorbfest guests slowly succumbed to their fleshy prisons. By the time two hours had passed, the muffled moans had been completely silenced and replaced with the gentle glorping of the weakest changelings processing the last of their meals.

“I guess that’s it,” Starlight said, still rubbing Thorax’s now smooth belly. “Nice Gorbfest, it was even better than last year’s, I think.”

“Yeah,” Thorax said, still completely high on Twilight’s love. “I didn’t think the Elements of Harmony would honor us with their participation. Thanks, Starlight.”

Suddenly, a changeling burped loudly enough to draw Starlight’s attention. She turned her head just in time to see glowing lights in the shape of Applejack’s cutie mark escape from her predator’s throat. It floated up in the air for a moment, before vanishing completely.

“Whoa, what’s that?” Starlight asked.

“That’s Applejack’s soul. You see, when we changelings eat ponies, we don’t destroy the soul,” Thorax said. “Back when Chrysalis ruled us, she’d force us to always keep the soul within us. But now, we can give the souls a choice: either stay inside our bodies and mingle with our own souls, or move on to the afterlife. A lot tend to stay inside of their own free will, though. It’s an existence of constant bliss, and we changelings, through our powers of transformation, and change back into their former bodies and allow them to take control for a little while. But, some do choose to leave, and we cannot fault them for it.”

“Huh, I guess I missed that during the last Gorbfest,” Starlight replied.

“Yeah, we didn’t have that many guests, and they were all ponies who didn’t have much going for them anyway. All of their souls chose to stay with their devourer,” Thorax said.

Other changelings burped up souls, but Thorax was right, only a few out of the hundreds of guests decided to leave. The only souls of Twilight’s friends that left were Applejack’s and Pinkie Pie’s. Fluttershy, Rarity, Rainbow Dash, and Twilight herself all stayed decidedly unburped.

Thorax basked in the love afterglow of the whole thing for another thirty minutes, before standing up on wobbly hooves. His belly audibly sloshed around; Starlight doubted that even Twilight’s bones remained.

“It’s a shame you didn’t let me eat you this year though,” Thorax said, stretching out. “I could have used the practice.”

“Practice?” Starlight asked. “For what?”

“Well, I think I’d like to invite Celestia next year to be a guest,” he said.

“Well, only after she makes me a princess and me and Trixie can be the main characters like we deserve,” Starlight added.