The Changeling Gorbfest: A Change(ling) in Management

Princess Luna continued to visit Thorax’s dreams with increasing frequency. Whereas she used to be content with a visit once per month, they had steadily become once every few weeks, then once per week, then once every few days, until finally she was visiting his dreams every single night to cap off her duties. The dreams themselves were often different; sometimes Thorax would consume Luna just as he did that first night, sometimes Luna would be ‘prepared’ first by changeling servants dusting her with spices and wheeling her in on a silver platter, and other times she’d find herself shrunken to an inch tall and dangled playfully over Thorax’s gaping, glowing maw before plummeting in. Luna made sure to keep the dreams fresh for both her and Thorax, but the end result was always the same. Without fail, Luna would lose herself to ecstasy as her body was goopified into slush by Thorax’s bizarre changeling digestive system. The experience was always so intense that it would awaken Luna, which is why she’d only perform her visits as the last thing she did before dawn. She would awaken completely refreshed from the experience and feeling fit as a fiddle for the whole day, so much so that her sister began to take notice.

“You know, Luna,” Celestia began as she levitated a plate of blueberry pancakes over to her sister. “You’ve been looking much better lately. Did Starlight’s visit give you more peace of mind at night?”

“Starlight? Well…” Luna began with some uncertainty in her voice. She didn’t want to tell her sister that she had been consumed several dozen times now in Thorax’s dreams. Such actions were ill-befitting of a princess, and there was a dread in her heart wondering if Thorax ever suspected that he was consuming the real Luna and not some figment of his imagination. “…Yes, our relationship was troubling me for some time. I feel at peace now that our issues have been resolved, dear sister.”

“That’s wonderful,” Celestia continued with a warm, motherly smile. “I’ve missed you so much over the ages. Even as long lived as we are, a millennium apart is still a very long time. I’m glad that you are feeling like the you I knew so very long ago. If only you could share some of that energy with me.”

“What do you mean?” Luna asked, taking a bite into some fresh fruit as she did so. She used her tongue to toss it around in her mouth, similar to what Thorax did to her in the previous night’s dream.

“Oh, just the worries of ruling,” Celestia continued, staring down at her plate. “I never thought I’d actually be at this for so long. We were mere children when we had this responsibility thrust upon us. For centuries I’ve tried to move Equestria towards becoming a democratic republic, but popular opinion is still that I am most qualified to be the ultimate authority. I feel like I’ve become a symbol. Why, ponies have even begun to use my name in common sayings!”

Celestia took a deep breath and collected herself.

“My apologies. I just feel that being Head of State en perpetuem is draining on me,” she continued. “I just wish for a little pick-me-up sometimes.”

Suddenly, the doors of the dining hall creaked open as a couple of unicorn guards entered.

“Your Majesty, the ambassador from Griffonstone is ready for you,” the older guard said with a deep bow.

“Very well. I’ll join her at once,” Celestia said before turning to Luna. “I’m afraid I must take my leave now. Don’t worry about what I said. Sometimes those feelings just well up. I don’t mean to worry you. I’ll see you tonight for dinner.”

As Celestia and the guards left the dining room, Luna brought a hoof up to her chin in thought.

“Perhaps, dear sister, I may be able to give you what you seek,” she thought to herself.

Luna and Celestia met later that day for dinner. The two made idle chit-chat, with Celestia going on about how the Griffonstone ambassador looked like a plump chicken and acted like one too at the diplomatic luncheon, pecking at his salad as if it was a bowl of chicken feed. Luna always found her sister’s stories about misadventures in diplomacy to be fascinating, but she could definitely see the weariness on Celestia’s face as they spoke. Soon afterwards, the pair performed the hallowed ritual of turning day into night, and bid each other goodnight before heading off to their respective chambers.

“Worry not, dear sister,” Luna said to herself with a smirk as she latched shut the entrance to her bedchamber. “Tonight’s dream will be sweeter than you think…”

Without delay, Luna climbed into her bed and snuffed out all the lights in her room. She pulled the covers over her tiny blue body, and shut her eyes. Her breathing slowed, and her mind cleared. To an outside observer, Luna appeared to be asleep. To her, though, the darkness of slumber slowly faded into the airy realm of the Dreamscape. Luna was no stranger to this universe of thought and emotion, and it took her no time at all to will herself to instantly travel its vast expanses until she reached a large gold and white door with a stylized sun emblazoned at its center. Luna did not often enter her sister’s dreams out of respect, but she showed little hesitation as her foreleg slowly pushed open the entrance to Celestia’s mind. Blinding white light surrounded Luna, and when it faded, she was surprised to find herself inside a dreary office filled with stacks of paper. The only other thing in the office was her sister sitting at a desk, signing papers infinitely as they appeared out of thin air in her inbox.

Luna stepped forward, absorbing the entire scene. She could move freely; ponies in dreams often existed in a state of auto-pilot unless Luna manually brought them into lucidity by interacting with them directly. Luna could have wiggled her butt in front of Celestia’s face, but it would be as if she was invisible until Luna actually addressed her.

“Hmm...if this is what my sister has been dreaming lately, I’d hate to see her nightmares,” Luna muttered to herself as she stared at her sister. Even in her dreams, Celestia looked tired and solemn. Luna knew that she had to act, and this would be the best opportunity to give her sister some ‘rejuvenation’ that she’d ever get.

Luna faded into the shadows while her horn glowed. From the darkness, she created a dreamy apparition in the form of Thorax. It was an exact replica, without any flaw or defect. It moved as he did, sounded as he did, and even thought as he did…at least, from what Luna had so intimately learned about him over the past few months. With a nudge, she spurred her creation into action.

The Dream Thorax slowly trotted up behind where Celesta was sitting, taking a moment to totally absorb her beauty with his alien-looking purple eyes. Luna even caught her apparition liking its lips hungrily, and she knew then that she had made him exactly the way she wanted him to be. He placed the end of his foreleg on Celestia’s haunch, and began to nuzzle her neck.

“Prince Thorax…” Celestia said as her dream self lethargically began to take mind of her visitor. “…Ah yes, our meeting…sorry about the mess…”

“It’s okay, Princess,” Thorax said, slowly getting closer to Celestia and beginning to kiss her neck now.

“P-Prince Thorax!” Celestia said as her cheeks flushed red. She was about to say more, but a green foreleg to her mouth silenced her.

“Shh…” Thorax whispered. “Changelings share love now, and let me share with you the greatest love of all…”

With that, Thorax’s long, glowing tongue slipped out of its mouth and began to caress Celestia’s withers, leaving a trail of glowing saliva in its wake as it slowly explored the rest of her body. Celestia’s mouth opened as if to say something, but her parted lips slowly relaxed as a quiet moan escaped. Her neck arched as Thorax’s tongue found itself coiling around her foreleg for a moment before unwinding and treating her belly to its caress. With a gentle nudge, Thorax pushed Celestia down and onto her back, where he continued to kiss and lick Celestia’s broad, flat belly. Her front hooves came to rest behind his horns, but it was clear that he was the one in charge. Thorax thoroughly licked Celestia’s top until she was drenched in his warm, gooey saliva before he went further downward, licking Celestia’s thighs and slowly making his way down her long, bony legs. He paid special attention to Celestia’s cutie marks, licking and kissing it on both sides of her. Luna smiled; she could definitely see that her sister was enjoying Thorax’s worship of her…and she’d be enjoying herself a lot more in a moment.

Thorax finally reached Celestia’s hind hooves, flicking off her golden horseshoes with his tongue. He licked the frogs of her hooves for a bit, eliciting a giggle out of the enthralled monarch, before his long tongue began to coil her hind legs together. Celestia was still lost in her own arousal, playfully wiggling her hooves as Thorax slowly pulled them into his mouth. With a big smile, he took a gulp and started Celestia on the long and sensual journey down his throat. Celestia didn’t even realize what was happening until Thorax took another gulp and came to a stop around the middle of Celestia’s cannons. Celestia looked downward, surprised to see her legs gradually vanishing into Thorax’s maw.

“Prince Thorax...” Celestia said, her voice adopting a confused, distant tone.

“Just relax…it feels good, doesn’t it?” Thorax asked, with his voice sounding clear despite a mouthful of Celestia leg clogging his throat.

Indeed, Celestia did find the warm, plush wetness of Thorax’s esophagus oddly compelling. Luna had made sure to recreate every aspect of it in as much detail as possible when she made the apparition, and Celestia’s melting expression told her that she was successful.

Celestia continued to moan softly and Thorax took another gulp, this time climbing up to her soft, meaty flanks. His malleable changeling mouth expanded as he took more and more in, and his repeated gulping began to feel like the best leg-rub that Celestia had ever experienced. She could have fallen asleep from the sensation, were she not lunched forward as Thorax took another gulp. By now, Celestia was beginning to feel just how tight his throat was, especially as he swallowed her up to her stomach. Her entire lower half felt completely compressed, but not crushingly so. It was a uniform pressure that made Celestia feel like she was slipping into a tight cocoon crafted just for her. Another gulp sent a pulse throughout her body and forced a little air out of her lungs as Thorax’s lips came just below the barrel of her chest.

Celestia was quickly becoming quite infatuated with being swallowed alive, even more than Luna anticipated. Her lips were curled into a big smile, and Celestia rocked back and rock to assist Thorax with her consumption. He swallowed more and more of her, using his telekinesis to remove the rest of Celestia’s regalia from her to leave her completely naked. Celestia cooed as his jaws gradually took in her chest, leaving only her neck and outstretched forelegs remaining. With a mighty lurch, Thorax, stood on his legs and tilted his head up, allowing gravity to assist with making Celestia quickly vanish down his throat. With a few short, speedy gulps, Celestia’s squeaking head disappeared from view completely, and he greedily slurped up the rest of her forelegs. The last bit to vanish past Thorax’s lips was Celestia’s aurora mane, which looked like a piece of glowing cotton candy as Thorax sucked the last of it in and sent it down to his stomach.

Luna watched with extreme fascination as her sister’s bulging form was slowly funneled into Thorax’s gut with each and every gulp, eventually forming a lumpy, wriggling mass. Thorax laid down on a soft mattress that Luna had willed into existence beside him, and breathed a sigh of relief now that he was done with the hard part. Luna stepped out of the shadows, trotting closer to Thorax and laying down beside him on the bed. His mouth eagerly opened wide for her, but Luna quickly shut it.

“Not right now, you glutton,” Luna said, making the Dream Thorax give a whimper of dejection. She instead turned to the large mound of changeling gut sitting beside her. Even through the layers of fat and chitin, Luna could hear her sister giggling like a little foal from the affectionate attention the stomach muscles were surely giving her. She placed a hoof on Thorax’s bloated gut, and began to gently rub around her sister’s contours, which elicited even more giggles and squirming.

“Excellent work, my creation,” Luna said to the smug-looking Dream Thorax. “Now, why don’t you give her the full treatment?”

Thorax nodded, and he closed his eyes in concentration. His stomach began to gurgle and churn, and Celestia’s squirming intensified. Luna rubbed around the shifting bulges, knowing full well that soon Celestia’s fears would be drowned out by wave after wave of world-shattering bliss that only changeling digestive fluids could give her. Soon enough, Luna heard load moans as Celestia’s wriggling continued to intensify. She knew that her sister must now be getting drenched in fluid, and the loud gurgling of Thorax’s belly told her that his muscles must be tightening all around her body in their ultimate massage. Indeed, Luna even saw an imprint of her sister’s head bulge out from the belly, but Thorax’s foreleg quickly shoved it back down.

“Gotta make sure everything digests evenly, you know?” Thorax said. Luna giggled; Thorax had done the same to her several times in his dreams. She knew exactly what he was talking about.

Luna slowly caressed Thorax’s belly for what seemed like several hours, slowly appreciating Celestia’s form getting smoother and smoother, and her cries of ecstasy getting weaker and weaker as she was goopified. Before long, Thorax’s gut was completely round, and silent except for the occasional gurgle and glorp.

“You made excellent work of her,” Luna said, staring at Thorax’s gigantic belly with red cheeks. “I’m quite envious.”

The Dream Thorax opened his glowing maw wide.

“There’s still room for you,” he said as his tongue snaked out and began to dance in front of Luna’s eyes.

“Thanks…but I must pass,” she said, batting the wiggling appendage away. “I do have my duties to take care of. Besides, you’re merely an apparition. I can always visit the real Thorax’s dream to satisfy my desires.”

With a flick of her horn a shimmering portal manifested out of thin air. Luna rose up and gave Thorax’s belly one last pat, appreciating the jiggling of what remained of her sister. Of course, this was a dream, and Celestia would wake up none the worse for wear in the morning. She half imagined that the goop was still conscious, as evidenced by the lack of collapse of Celestia’s dream.

“I’ll let you two have some alone time,” Luna said as she stepped through the portal, disappearing into mist as she left into the Dreamscape.

“Yeah…alone time,” the Dream Thorax snickered, rubbing his princess-filled belly some more.

Luna finished the rest of her duties that night, ending with her usual tradition of allowing herself to be eaten in Thorax’s dream. She awoke refreshed as she usually did, and went down to the dining hall for breakfast. Unsurprisingly, Luna noticed Celestia humming happily to herself with a spring in her step as she dressed their table.

“Good morning, dear sister,” Luna said with a smile.

“Oh, Luna, good morning,” Celestia said, slipping into a more muted demeanor, as if trying to downplay her mood.

“I see that you made my favorite, pineapple pancakes with chocolate sauce,” Luna said, sitting down. She didn’t want to say anything that would betray her being the source of last night’s dream.

“Yes, I figured that a splendid day required a splendid breakfast, wouldn’t you agree?” She asked warmly.

“Indeed. I’m tired after last night’s dreamwalking. I took a look at the ambassador’s dream. I don’t believe in stereotyping, but there was an ocean of gold coins that he was swimming in,” Luna said with a chuckle.

“Well, there is no wrong way to fantasize, Luna,” Celestia said.

Luna smirked. Of course there wasn’t.

That night, Celestia found herself in another dream. It was different from the droll office of the previous night, now taking place in a dark, misty jungle. Celestia strolled down a long path, not knowing why she was there or where she was going. The path seemed to go on for ages, until a voice called out from the bushes.

“I’m here, Princess,” Thorax said. Everything else in the dream was a new creation, except for him. Luna had assumed that he’d simply vanish upon Celestia waking, but instead he lingered in the recesses of her mind. He was created with one goal in mind…to eat Celestia, and he’d do that function every night for as long as he existed.

“Are you ready?” He asked, licking his lips.

Celestia smiled and nodded.