Author's Note

Contains" Underage Pred and Prey, Multiple prey, Willing prey, Unwilling prey, fast digestion, maw play and Oral vore

Twilight's Silver Spoon and the Dragon

“SIlver Spoon! Silver Spoon! Quickly come down her honey!” A shrill voice called through out the house.

“Coming mother!” Silver Spoon responded,

Silver Spoon dashed down the halls, paintings and rooms flying by at breakneck speed before she reached the landing platform at the top of the staircase. Pausing for a moment, Silver Spoon took a breath and descended the stairs in as regal a manner as possible, acting as if she was wearing the grandest dress at the Grand Galloping Galla. Reaching the last step she stopped her little play and ran into the main foyer, meeting the faces of her parents beaming with pride.

“Spoony! Honey I am so proud of you!” Silver Spoons father said

“Aww, dad. You know I don’t like sentimental stuff,” Silver Spoon said, waving her hoof.

“The Princess of Friendship has summoned you to her crystal castle! She says it’s very urgent,” Silver Spoons mom said, re-reading a scroll, watermarked with the princesses royal seal.

“Does it say what exactly she wants? I wanted to hang out with D.T. today,” Silver Spoon asked.

“Oh I’m sorry honey, but it doesn’t but if the Princess says it’s urgent then I am sure Diamond Tiara can understand,” Silver Spoons dad said, lifting his little girl up and hugging her.

“Dad, stop!” Silver Spoon squealed, but made no move to resist her father’s affection.

Silver Spoon waited patiently while her mother got a quick lunch around for her to take on her trip to the castle while her father prepared a return scroll. In no time Silver Spoon was standing on a giant piece of parchment, her father then, rolled her up in it and bucked the scroll into the fireplace where it burned to ashes, filly and all. It was dark for only a moment before what sounded like a blurp echoed in Silver Spoon’s ears and the next thing she knew Spike was burping her up, tossing the filly from his jaws where she landed on the floor of her destination.

“Hello Spike,” Silver Spoon said, rising to her hooves.

“Hi Silver Spoon! I’m glad you came, Twilight has been pacing back and forth in her study all day!” Spike said, his mouth still hanging open.

Silver Spoon grimaced at the odd behavior “...Spike...why is your mouth hanging open?”

“Twilight can explain, follow me,” Spike replied.

Spike led Silver Spoon through the halls of the crystal castle, the walls and ceiling’s were so much higher than she remembered. Room after room passed but they were all the same room making Silver Spoon wonder if Spike was just leading them around in circles and he was in fact a mouth breathing reptile like she thought. The thought was pushed to aside when the end of the halls came into view, a set of double doors that opened at Spike’s touch.

Inside the room were stacks of books and around each one a circular groove was etched. Twilight muttered to herself, her wings articulating and drawing imaginary shapes and numbers in the air, until she noticed Spike and Silver Spoon. A bright smile and and a cheer of celebration greeted the two and Twilight hugged both dragon and filly.

“I am so happy you could come Silver Spoon. Your help will make this so much easier,” Twilight said.

“I’m still confused, what’s the fuss?” Silver Spoon asked

“Well you see...Spike swallowed a book,” Twilight said.

“A book?” Silver Spoon clarified.

Twilight nodded.

“Give him something that will make him throw it up then?” Silver Spoon suggested.

“Great idea if you know nothing about dragon biology! See when a dragon closes their mouth, everything in their belly is digested at once, and I don’t want to risk losing that book just to feed him ipecac that I am unsure will work,” Twilight said walking over to Spike and levitating a long rope over.

“So what do you need from me?” Silver Spoon

“I am going to have Spike eat me and while I am inside I will retrieve the book,” Twilight said “I will tie this rope around both of us so when I find it, I will pull twice and you will pull me out,”

“...kay” Silver spoon answered as one end was tied around her waist.

“As for you, you need to make sure that Spike does not succumb to his instincts and sloe his mouth, and since we come from a fairly wealthy family I need you, Silver Spoon, to be in Spike’s mouth to keep him from closing it,” Twilight said.

“This is a bad idea, Princess,” Silver Spoon said.

Twilight tied the other end of the rope around her waist and approached Spike’s open jaws. With a nod from Twilight the mission began. Spike’s long, forked tongue stretched out to meet Twilight and licked her chest experimentally before the long serpentine appendage gradually began to coil itself around her; leaving a line of drool every where it touched. Around hooves, over her barrel, between her thighs Twilight was wrapped up in Spike’s tongue and there was a pause before Twilight was pulled into Spike’s open maw head first.

Twilight’s horn bent as the confines of Spike’s mouth wrapped around her head, his cheeks bulging and his tongue acting as a cinch to pull his prey towards his gullet. Silver Spoon heard the first thick gulp that brought Twilight’s head into Spike’s throat, and felt a familiar fire light in her cheeks. Walking up behind the Princess she hoisted herself up on her hind hooves, planting her fore hooves firmly on Twilight’s rear and pushed her along, forcing Spike to swallow at a quicker pace.

Spike growled softly at the quicker pace but the flavor of Twilight was more than enough to make up for the inconvenience as wet gulp after wet gulp packed the alicorn into the baby dragon. Wet slurps and the sound of thick gulps filled the room, when Spike had reached Twilight’s fore-hooves a quick tap on them from Spike prompted her to lift them so they could be stuffed inside his hungry craw. Silver Spoon marveled at how much the little dragon could back away and at how quickly, his lips already wrapping around Twilight’s barrel and her hooves already making firm indentations in Spike’s throat and her head already swelling his little dragon belly out some.

Twilight’s wings fluttered involuntarily as they were consumed, and Spikes tongue flexed along her soft belly causing the mare to fidget and issue a noise from inside Spike engorged middle. Spike felt his jaws stretch wider as he came to Twilight’s hips and thighs, his eyes rolling back into his head from the strain on his jaw as his lips slid over inch after inch and his throat’s rippling swallows claimed everything that Silver Spoon pushed down it until finally with a loud, wet “Schlorp” Twilight’s plump rump slipped over the edge and was framed for a moment by the back of Spike’s hungry throat before the disappeared out of sight and became a rather strenous bulge in Spikes throat.

Twilight’s hind hooves went down a little easier, her legs simply hanging in air while Silver Spoon pushed them down after the rest of her, following them into the cavernous maw of Spike. The dragon’s belly was obscenely swollen with the amount of packed away mare in it, lifting the little dragon off the ground and leaving him immobile while Twilight’s form shifted and wiggled under his taut scales while Silver Spoon held his jaws open. The jaws was wide, no doubt thanks to Twilight’s big fat ass, but Silver Spoon didn’t mind, she liked a soft warm maw she could practically lie down in.

“Well aren’t you just a stuffed little dragon,” Silver Spoon said, playfully rubbing the roof of Spike’s mouth.

Spike grunted in confirmation, giving a soft pat to his huge belly. Silver Spoon noticed movement at the back of his throat and leaned in to get a closer look only to see her rope and his tongue receding back from his stomach, obviously unwinding Twilight in the process.

“Aww, your tongue is still wrapped around Princess Twilight, I was looking forward to laying down on such a soft and wet tongue to,” Silver Spoon said “Was she tasty? I bet she was?”

Spike grunted in approval again.

“That's good. You know I don’t know why Twilight is so made about you eating a silly ol’ book. You are a baby dragon after all,” Silver Spoon said, rubbing her hoof along Spike’s teeth “Don’t you need your...nourishment?”

Spike’s throat made a choking sound and his tongue stopped it’s ascension for a moment.

“Your right. A book is hardly a meal at all...a princess though,” Silver Spoon said, noticing the pool of drool gathering in the bottom of Spike’s mouth and whistling impressed “Not only a Princess, but a side of little filly too...if you’re feeling up to it big guy,”

Silver Spoon felt a warm breath roll of her body and she laid herself down in the jaws of the hungry dragon, soaking herself in the drool and making Spike moan in hunger, his tongue still retreating from his gut.

“I really shouldn’t let you though, I don’t think I can betray the Princess like that. Dooming us both to a sweet little dragon belly like that,” Silver Spoon said, standing on her hind legs and touching the roof of Spike’s mouth, “I might need some convincing,”

Right on cue the forked appendage had finished its journey up Spike’s throat and no sooner had it returned it slithered towards Silver Spoon, seemingly with a mind of it’s own, swaying to and fro as if imitating a serpent. Silver Spoon couldn’t help but giggle in excitement as the long, wet appendage slide under her and scooped her up. Lifted by the tongue, Silver Spoon let herself fall limp as it toyed with her, letting the tongue, hold her, wrap her up and squeeze around her most sensitive areas. Silver Spoon couldn’t stop her giggling as Spike did with her as he pleased, her little hips grinding and driving her excitement higher.

Silver Spoon felt the motion and play stop suddenly, her body all wrapped up in Spike’s long, sinuous tongue. Suddenly she felt it start pulling back, the soft tongue brushing against every inch of her little filly body before she realized that it was dragging against her most private of spots. Trembling from the constant stimulation, Silver Spoon’s could only let out a wordless series of small grunts, her legs tried to pull in on reflex but spike held them fast and refused to let up as he let her ride his tongue. Silver Spoon saw fireworks in her vision when her orgasm hit, her body shaking and jerking and her muscles throbbing, each moment made better as Spike’s tongue continued to drag over her slit and rub her clit.
When finally it was done, SIlver Spoon was hopelessly spent, her orgasm draining her completely leaving her lying on the dragonling tongue as if she were lying in a hammock, the warm breath of a hungry throat washing over her soaked coat. Spike ask, he didn’t need to, tilting his tongue back Silver Spoon slide hind legs first into Spike’s Gullet where his wet and stretchy throat made quick work of the filly, her form a bulge in his throat that quickly slide down to join the mare in his stomach.

Spike shut his mouth, his jaw popping back into position and he heard the muffled voice of Twilight confused in his taught belly.

“Silver Spoon? What are you doing down here?! You are supposed to be up in Spike’s mouth making sure he doesn’t-” Twilight began but was cut short by an ominous gurgle .

Spike burped. Rubbing his belly, Spike could already feel digestion begin, his belly making al sorts of happy noises with being stuffed so full. Inside twilight felt the stomach walls closing in and could feel the digestive juices covering her fur, making the spots it touched itchy and burn, Silver Spoon was resting, happily, watching her hoof melt as the stomach walls made quicker work of her than they could of Twilight.

The dragon’s belly churned and gurgled, each minute the defined contours of his large meal were softened and rounded out, both mare and filly reduced to unrecognizable hunks of meat in only an hour. Spike’s body filled out with the massive amount of nutrition in his meal, dragon chub gathering on his belly, his chin, his thighs and plumping out his tail, his figure softening and leaving him thick and plump, though no longer because of baby fat.

Silver Spoon jerked awake. Lifting her head up from her book and looking around she wiped her chin of drool when she noticed she was laying in something wet on her bed. It was only a moment to piece two and two together and she was complaining softly to herself and pulling her sheets of her bed, tossing them in a basket and carting it all to the wash.