The Changeling Gorbfest: A Change(ling) in Management

“Please take a seat wherever you’d like. I’ll get a fire going. It does get quite chilly in this tower,” Celestia said as she trotted over to the empty hearth and began to neatly stack fresh cedar logs in a neat little pyramid.

As Thorax looked over for a place to sit, he felt a brief pain in his head, like his brain was being punctured. It didn’t hurt that much, but it made his head feel like it was going numb.

“Thorax…can you hear me? Just think your response,” Luna’s voice echoed from all around. Her voice was tinny, as if it was being sent through some sort of filter.

“I can. Luna, what did you do?” Thorax thought in response.

“Telepathy spell. It has its uses. It’s not healthy to hold it for long so I’ll be quick. If you can get Celestia close to your mouth, I’ll give her a little nudge in,” Luna replied.

“You sure? Head-first might be a little tough,” Thorax replied.

“I’m sure she’s nothing you can’t handle. Besides, if she truly wanted out, I’m certain that my sister’s limited teleportation abilities would free her from your gullet, no matter how tightly your throat muscles gripped her,” Luna affirmed.

Thorax winced as another sharp pain went through his skull.

“Gotta go, just remember the plan,” Luna’s voice said before it completely vanished and Thorax’s head began to flood with clarity again. He shook his head a few times to clear himself up completely before he noticed that Celestia had finished getting a roaring fire going in the fireplace. She had taken a seat on her bed, where she laid on her belly while she reviewed documents.

“Princess, do you mind if I join you on that bed? It’ll be easier than passing notes back and forth,” Thorax asked.

“Oh, of course, King Thorax,” Celestia replied, scooting over so Thorax would have enough space. The changeling tenderly crept onto the feather-filled mattress, his face mere inches from Celestia’s. He was so close that he could smell her faint perfume. The scent of vanilla bean surrounded her like a miasma, which made her all the more delectable to Thorax.

“Princess,” Thorax said tenderly as he let his jaw drop, giving an intimate view of his glowing mouth.

“Yes?” Celestia said, turning her head and seeing his magnificent maw in all of its glory. Her lips parted is if to say something, but she remained silent as she stared in absolute wonder. She had dreamed of such a sight for countless nights, and it was even more enthralling viewing it in reality. It was distinctly alien, bearing only the most general of similarities with a pony mouth. Her eyes raced along his jaw line; while Thorax lacked elongated canines, his teeth were still slightly pointed and curved ever so slightly inward as if to grip potential prey. The end of his forked tongue peeked timidly out of the end of its fleshy sheath, twitching and flicking invitingly. He lacked a uvula, and the transition from plush tongue to ribbed throat was a seamless one. Celestia’s white snout leaned closer and closer, her eyes drinking in every little detail.

Suddenly, she found herself accelerating forward. Thorax was caught by surprise as well, angling his head downward at the last minute to avoid being impaled by Celestia’s horn. He almost gagged as the horn ran itself along his ribbed throat, funneling Celestia’s head into his open mouth. His snout knocked off her crown, which fell onto the bed with a dull thud. Thorax’s green cheeks bulged outward as they quickly wrapped around Celestia’s head up to her neck. Yet, the princess remained strangely still despite her entire view of the outside world being cut off.

“Mmmfmmm whhm!” Thorax said, the words he might have wanted to say being muffled to the point of incomprehensibility due to the mouthful of princess he had to talk around.

“Just relax, dear sister,” Luna said as she unlatched Celestia’s golden neckpiece and removed her golden horseshoes, levitating them onto the bed next to her discarded tiara. “You work too hard, enjoy yourself!”

Luna placed her hooves on Celestia’s flanks, using all of her strength to lift her sister up and push her forward…with much difficulty.

“S-sister, you really need to lay off the cakes!” Luna said as she strained to move her sister’s fat rump. Some strain was alleviated when Thorax took his first swallow, lurching forward and taking more of Celestia’s now-naked body into the powerful grip of his throat.

“Luna! Wh…what is the meaning of this!?” Celestia asked with confusion, oblivious to the fact that any sort of speech was unintelligibly muffled through inches of changeling flesh and muscle. Her horn glowed with magic as she readied a spell, but her concentration was broken as she felt Thorax’s throat muscles grip her cheeks and neck, pulling her deeper inside. The tight interior was bathed in a glowing pink bioluminescence, much like in Celestia’s dreams. However, what she was unprepared for was just how good being swallowed felt in the waking world. The warm wetness that bathed her face complimented the rubbery tightness of Thorax’s muscles holding her tightly. Even the scent was unexpectedly pleasant; the humid air in Thorax’s throat carried a faint hint of roses. Celestia felt herself lurch forward even more, with Thorax’s lips now pinning her forelegs to her sides and making her more and more helpless with every gulp. Her eyes rolled up in her head as she reveled in all of the exotic sensations that surpassed her wildest dreams.

On the outside, Luna continued to aid Thorax in his delectable deed, but struggling to lift up her sister for long. It felt like it would be cheating to use magic to aid in her descent, and she was also worried about her telekinesis accidentally pulling too much and making Thorax gag. She wanted to make this little prank of hers a good experience for both parties.

Things got easier as Thorax took another gulp, swallowing Celestia up to her stomach. Her forelegs were completely pinned now, and her hind legs weakly kicked in a form of playful resistance. Luna felt the weight from her sister’s rump be alleviated by Thorax’s sheer strength lifting his prey up, giving her a chance to look at how he was doing. She saw a look of contentment on his face, and a bulging, twitching, alicorn-shaped lump in his throat.

“My my, you’re making quick work of her,” Luna said as she rested a hoof on Thorax’s distended gullet, which prompted another swallow. Thorax’s lips were now half covering Celestia’s cutie marks, and a greedy forked tongue darted out to savor the tasted of her sun-patterned fur. Luna smiled as she heard a muffled giggle from within Thorax’s esophagus.

“It seems my sister rather enjoys being devoured. Allow me to continue helping you,” Luna said, lifting Celestia’s hind legs to straighten them out. She was completely limp; Luna doubted that Celestia had passed out from a lack of air, but rather she was so relaxed that she would allow Thorax to do anything to her. Indeed, Luna surmised that she had conditioned her sister quite well with her dreams.

Thorax’s pace quickened once he had gravity aiding in Celestia’s descent. Luna removed her hooves once Thorax had finally gulped his way down all the way down to her cannons, as it seemed like the changeling king had complete control over the situation. His tongue took advantage of the extra space around his lips to snake out and wrap around Celestia’s hind legs to bind them completely. As she slowly vanished behind his lips, the only motions she made were wiggling her elegant bare hooves back and forth. Even these came to a halt as Thorax gripped them with his teeth, and then sent them straight down his throat with one last swallow. After slurping up the last of her aurora tail, he collapsed on the bed with a look of complete satisfaction on his face.

“I can’t believe…I did it…” Thorax muttered in between his heavy breaths.

“I can!” Luna said gleefully. “I always knew your kind were ruthless predators!”

“H-hey!” Thorax replied lethargically, unable to even lift his head up.

“I meant that in a good way!” Luna continued. “Besides, now the fun part begins! How did she taste, by the way?”

“Like dawn’s first light…I know it’s weird, but that’s the first thing that comes to mind,” Thorax said. “Oooh…I can feel her love radiating out already. She must really be ready for this.”

Luna watched as Thorax’s now obscenely bulging belly shifted and churned, slowly guiding Celestia to be in a more compact position. After all, she was roughly Thorax’s size, and his stomach was so tight that Luna could see even finer features of her sister’s appearance. She couldn’t help but lightly run her hoof along her form, eliciting some muted chuckles from Thorax.

“Heh heh…that tickles!” He said.

“Sorry, I couldn’t resist,” Luna replied, recoiling her hoof.

“No, no, it’s good,” Thorax continued. “Rubbing will help your sister process. Besides, I can feel love radiating out from you too. It’s nice.”

“Well then, don’t mind if I do,” Luna said as she took off her obsidian horseshoes, setting them neatly next to her sister’s regalia. She tenderly rubbed Celestia’s form with her bare hooves, massaging her into complete relaxation while stomach muscles churned all around her. Luna bit her lip as her sister’s moaning became loud enough to be heard even through Thorax’s flesh, and a deep envy welled up within her heart. Already she began to yearn for the sensations that she had grown addicted to night after night.

On the inside of Thorax’s stomach, Celestia felt an intense pressure all around her. After their initial tossing and turning of her, the stomach walls quickly tightened up. She could move, but just barely. Yet, Celestia couldn’t believe it. It was quite literally a dream come true for her. She hadn’t realized just how much she wanted to be eaten. If she had known this a few years ago, she would have happily surrendered to Queen Chrysalis. Never in her wildest dreams did she think just how amazing it felt to have stomach muscles contract all around her in a steady rhythm, pinching and sliding all around her to give her a massage that even the best royal masseuses couldn’t compare with. All the while, the stomach walls worked in a strange green fluid into her fur. Celestia suspected that it was some sort of stomach acid, but it didn’t sting her skin as it soaked her fur. Rather, it made her skin feel warm and tingly, as if she was being was being tickled by countless feathers. It smelled of the sweetest nectar, and Celestia eagerly aided in the stomach’s efforts to coat her. She felt a little apprehensive about being inside of a changeling stomach, but she felt that she could spend a little bit more time enjoying herself.

Luna watched in awe as Thorax’s stomach made lewd glorping sounds as Celestia shifted around. Her muffled laughter was loud enough to penetrate Thorax’s flesh, and it only got louder as Luna began to rub a little harder.

“My sister seems to be enjoying herself,” Luna said, noting Celestia’s enthusiasm that seemed to grow with every passing minute.

“Yeah, changeling stomach fluid has that effect on ponies,” Thorax said with his tongue rolling out. “It’s magical, and stimulates the mind to produce nothing but love.”

“Judging by the look on your face, it seems that my sister is producing much

love,” Luna teased.

“Oh yes…” Thorax replied. “Over one thousand years of love, all being funneled into me…it’s delicious…”

“Does the fluid inhibit her magical abilities?” Luna asked.

“Oh, no, not at all, and that’s the best part,” Thorax said. “She could leave at any time, but the fluid is granting her so much bliss that she’ll choose to stay. It’s the BEST thing that you can EVER feel, and ponies always choose to stay.”

“The best thing…” Luna muttered to herself. She licked her lips; Thorax made it sound even more tantalizing than her dreams. Celestia’s sudden moaning broke her focus and prompted her to go back to rubbing.

“Hey, want to see something cool?” Thorax asked in between gurgles. He closed his eyes and was quickly consumed by a flash of green fire. When it dissipated, Thorax resembled his normal self, except his stomach was completely transparent.

“Oh my, nice trick,” Luna remarked.

“Just because us changelings have matured doesn’t mean we still aren’t in complete control of our bodies,” Thorax said.

“It’s a very handy skill, I can see,” Luna said as she turned her attention back to her sister. She could already see Celestia’s eyes rolling up into her skull and her tongue rolling out. The white alicorn would try to crane her head back to moan, but Thorax’s restrictive stomach made it so that she could barely move. Still, every motion seemed to made Celestia twitch and convulse with sheer pleasure. Luna could see the pool of glowing green stomach fluid surrounding Celestia up to her halfway point. It was gently bubbling, but Celestia was either oblivious to this or fully embraced it. Either way, Luna noted that Celestia was very quickly losing herself in the bliss.

Luna watched for hours as Celestia moaned and muttered, stroking her sister’s form while she got a front row seat to the reclamation of her sister’s body. Celestia’s convulsions got more intense as the stomach fluid worked its magic, melting away all of her fears and concerns just as readily as it melted her body. Luna began to notice that the pool of fluid was slowly growing white, and her sister was beginning to look much slimier. She pressed inward, finding little resistance but eliciting a loud moan from her sister as she was wracked with a rush of mind-shattering ecstasy.

“Oh my, she’s so soft!” Luna remarked.

“Yeah, seems like she’ll be done soon,” Thorax said, giving his bloated tum a tap. Even though Celestia was still conscious, his stomach seemed to have shrunk a little. “I wonder if she can feel being absorbed…”

Inside the stomach, Celestia was borderline mindless. The magical effects of the fluid had been swift and irreversible. Every time she felt like teleporting out, a nagging in the back of her head compelled her to stay. By the time she noticed that she had grown to sincerely desire digestion, she lacked the mental faculties to do anything other than embrace it. Nothing, nothing in her long life compared to the tender love and attention that Thorax’s stomach was providing to her. His massaging muscles sent wave after wave of bliss crashing over her. The goopification just made her nerves more sensitive, and every caress from Luna’s rubbing drove her deeper into her stupor. She couldn’t think, she could only be, and there was only the sweet release of the stomach.

When Celestia’s head finally sank under the surface of the now pearl-white goop and her moaning gave way to incessant gurgling, Luna knew that her sister was finished.

“There, one-thousand years as changeling chub should give you a nice lesson on overreactions,” Luna said to Thorax’s now completely round belly. “How was she?”

“Ahh, everything I imagine and more,” Thorax said. “Don’t stop rubbing, it’ll help with absorption. Changeling bodies convert every last drop into love energy, and Celestia was chock-full of it.”

Luna rested her head against Thorax’s gut as she rubbed, hearing every little squelch and glorp as Thorax’s body completely merged with was left of her sister. Over the course of another hour, Thorax’s gut gradually shrank until there was zero trace that he had ever taken an alicorn within himself. He was completely back to normal, with absolutely no evidence of Celestia’s digestion other than a neatly arrange set of golden regalia beside him.

“Is she completely gone now?” Luna asked.

“Well, in body. In spirit, her soul remains inside me. Sometimes our snacks leave us, but most of the time they stay within us to experience an eternity of bliss. I wonder how surprised she’ll be when she finds Princess Twilight’s soul floating around in there,” Thorax remarked.

“You mean you’ve consumed my sister’s former pupil as well?” Luna asked.

“Yeah, she was a guest at the last Gorbfest. Her and her friends had a wonderful time,” he said.

Luna bit her lip. The way he just casually talked about how he devoured and digested yet another alicorn as if he had done her a favor gave her a thrill that she hadn’t felt in over a millennium. His stomach was powerful, strong, a herald of conquest. None could deny his appetite, and yet he remained benevolent throughout it all. She looked at him warmly, and finally knew what she truly wanted.