For a moment Twilight's mind failed to process what was happening, her senses dulled by the long journey, but as her mind was finding a gear, the beast of a pony was closing fast, clearly set on causing her harm, the extent of which she didn't want to think about.

"STOP", she yelled her voice coming out as weak and uncommanding, a tone unfitting for a princess.

"Please, I don't want to hurt you", she continued, fear creeping into her voice as she tried to stop this needless aggression.

She didn't get another opportunity to try and talk it out, as the moment she finished the sentence the pony was upon her, with her adrenal gland kicking in her senses heightened, ready for the fight or flight response to take over, but just before she broke and ran, the pony skidded to a halt.

"Peidiwch â symud tywysoges", growled the pony, brandishing his spear in a threatening motion conveying his order.

From this point-blank range, she could finally get a good look at him, the savage clearly an earth pony, fur laced with mud concealing its true colour, this tied into his matted brown mane made Twilight think of the old derogative unicorns used to give folks like this, mud ponies a phrase not uttered in polite company, but this wasn't polite company.

"Beth yw hyn", he grunted, tapping her amulet with his spear tip, causing Twilight to flinch.

In a fluid motion, he twisted the tip snagging the twine, and in a sharp yank pulled it free from her neck, leaving the magical object hooked on the end of the implement.

"Hud dychrynllyd", he mumbled before tossing the lump of metal into the myriad of leather pouches that festooned his body, the contents probably as foul as his exterior. One pocket was unusually large and shaped like a cylinder, Twilight took notice of it, as every couple of moments he would tap it to make sure it was still there, sort of like a homeless pony and their knapsack.

it was around this time two other observations became apparent, firstly this pony stank, from a distance it hadn't been noticeable, but now looking him in the face, the pungent odour of crotch marinated in sweat was apparent, its foul stench stinging Twilight's delicate civilised nose.

The other thing was the sounds of chinking metal, the source of which seemed to be the collection of engraved metal disks hanging around his neck, at first they seemed harmless enough, but as Twilight focused on them she noticed a green unicorn horn hanging amongst them, like some grim wind chime.

"Nawr eich bod chi'n mynd i agor y drws, ac yr ydym am adael", he barked, pointing his spear towards the exit energetically, his voice staying low and gravelly.

"I am sorry I cannot understand you", said Twilight in the most cordial voice she could muster, the response clearly angering the primitive.

"rhaid inni adael, mae'r lle hwn yn sâl" he snapped, clearly wanting to get moving, again gesturing to the door, only to be met with Twilight standing resolute like a statue.

"symud"

It was at this point it finally clicked what language this tribal was talking in, a heavily guttural version of old Ponish. As she opened her mouth to try and talk, she was shoved, the barbarian tapping her forelegs with the kilt of his spear, clearly wanting to get this train moving.

"Hey" yelped Twilight, who growing tired of this farce, illuminating her horn with magical energy in a flair of anger. Instead of startling the native as he had hoped, she was met with a spear tip heading straight for her heart.

In that split-second moment instincts kicked in, Twilight teleported a few feet to the left, emerging from the magical flash to see a spear firmly thrust, where moments ago her body cavity had been.

looking in shock upon her attempted murderer, they locked eyes for a few seconds of awkward eye-contact, both standing still and silent waiting to see the others move, before Twilight broke the stalemate by breaking away into a run. The Adrenalin taking over, with the flight response wanting to put a good distance between her and this feral tribal.

Twilight took off into a rapid gallop, barrelling through the rose bushes, their thorns nicking her skin under her fur, like little needles nipping at her flesh, some drawing blood which trickled slowly down her front.

Ignoring the stinging across the front of her legs and chest, she found her way back on to the main street, glancing left and right, she didn't have much time to ponder her choices.

The hammering of hooves on cobble stone was fast approaching behind her, the assailant known, and quite clearly set on catching her.

Unable to decide her instincts took over, swinging right she headed straight toward the citadel, some primitive part of her mind thinking she could find shelter in its imposing form.

Glancing back, she saw the bearded menace emerge from the doorway, his filthy mane now matted with fresh sweat.

For a moment he couldn't see Twilight, but like an eagle survey a field for a mouse, he quickly located her fleeing purple flanks, the firm glutes bobbing as she broke away.

"Aros", he yelled out one last time, before giving up, and tossing his spear to the ground, before giving it a solid kick, clearly cursing himself that he had let her escape, now fully distracted in taking his rage out on his trusty weapon.

She had done it, thought Twilight, her mind now jubilant as she saw the brute give up, if only she had kept her eyes on the road ahead.

Feeling one of her hooves snag on a lose cobblestone, she fell forward, head impacting with the hard ground, her teeth cracked, she could taste her own blood, her clenching teeth catching some blood vessels in her mouth, basting her tongue in its coppery flavour as they exploded like fireworks.

This pain was just the start, as she continued to flip over several times, her body impacting with wet thuds, as she lost momentum, her tumbling movements became even more uncontrolled, as she careened to the right and hit the guard rail, and with a crunch feeling something in her chest give. It was there she came to a stop, hanging precariously for a second before somersaulting over the railing face first.

Hitting the cold water, Twilight felt her body sink as the frigid waters enveloped her, the air in her lungs pouring out of her winded lungs, her body unable to hang on to her precious breath, as it flooded from her throat out into the deep blue as turbulent bubbles.

In the fluid embrace of the water Twilight began to panic, she had read drowning was peaceful, but the stinging of the seemingly arctic water on her sensitive respiratory tract, was sending a physical shiver down her spine as she went into shock, all the while she had to just sit there and take it, it wasn't peaceful just silent, as internally she was screaming since the water had first touched her lungs.

As she sank, slowly her decent began speeding up, as the buoyant air in her lungs was replaced with water, she began to lose hope of survival, leaving her alone with only her racing mind as company, her body not listening to orders. Her mind going over all the horrible possibility's before darkness came to take her from the waking world, and slip into the embrace of death like every pony else in this Celestia-forsaken city.

After a few moments of this uncontrolled descent her mind going of like a sparkler, Twilight accepted her fate, she was going to die, her friends would never know what happened to her, there would be no grave, nothing more than some sort of memorial plaque on the Canterlot castle grounds, as there would be no body to bury.

Helplessly glancing at the slowly dimming sun, its bright rays not penetrating the deeps water, in the fading streaks she could see the last small bubble escaping her nostrils, the pockets of air quickly rising to the surface to escape this doomed vessel, and as her mind starved its self of oxygen, she saw darkness creeping in to her peripheral vision before slowly covering her eyes in nothing but the black as her heart slowed.

just as she felt her vision clouding over a spongy sensation met her hooves, even in her oxygen deprived state, she realised it was the alluvial bottom of the lake. This sudden stimulus giving her something to focus on, and jolting her limbs back into functioning, like an engine restarting.

thrashing about for a moment, she restarted her motor skills, and began to propel herself as fast as possible towards the surface, it was hard with her body now water laden wanting to sink, but somehow, she found the strength to swim the two or three meters to break the surface, not like a magnificent dolphin, but with all the class of a walrus trying to walk.

As her head breached the surface the first thing she did was vomit, the water pouring from her lungs with a foamy mucus, in a chorus of gagging coughs, as the fluid was rejected by her body, the slightly red tinged fluid dispersing back into the clear water like nothing had happened.

Doggy paddling rapidly to shore, hacking the whole way, Twilight beached herself, continuing to bring up waves of the water, as her lungs attempted to dredge the normally life-giving fluid from her submerged airbags. After about a minute of just spewing water, her diaphragm spasming the whole while, she felt her chest become lighter as the water was draining out of her.

After Twilight felt most of the fluid had left, she for some reason continued to cough with shallow breath's in between. with a sickly sigh of relief at surviving she rolled on her back ready to pass out, it was at this moment she then noticed a sharp pain in her chest, for her medical mind it was clear some of her ribs had cracked in the fall, and now the shock was wearing off she had begun to feel the stinging sensation the bruised area was radiating.

Coughing again she felt something in her stomach shift, suddenly feeling very green, she rolled on to her side and projectile vomited up her last meal, too weak to move she let the remains of her breakfast cascade down her front, and as usually it was filled with what looked like carrots, even though she did not remember eating any.

At this moment she just felt like dying, feeling her bladder loosen, she felt her liquid gold warming her inner thigh, before draining down her legs back towards the lake, at first the warm sensation was somewhat pleasant, but I quickly became cold and distasteful.

Feeling her bowels began to open, Twilight clenched her anus tight, she had also read that a pony shit themselves just before they died, and though she was in bad shape she didn't feel like dying yet. after a few minutes passed the urge to shit left, her body clearly stabilising after the traumatic experience it had just been through. Though feeling less like death had warmed up, Twilight still couldn't move the pain in her chest causing her to winch in pain every time she attempted to get back on her hooves, forcing her back into the trembling recovery position she found herself in.

laying there, marinated in her own filth, all Twilight could do was focus on the pain, as right now it was the only thing that was real. Trying hard to not black out she rolled back on to her belly, this sudden pressure sending waves of pain across her chest to her flanks, the nerves clearly screaming in protest against any movement.

Straining for a moment, Twilight tried to concentrate on her first aid training, she had done in her spare time, knowing Rainbow dash it had come in handy many times before. after a few tenuous moments her horn lit up, and she began fondling around with her magic, after a bit of blind feeling she seized a pretty gammy branch, wiping most of the mud off on her foreleg, she inserted it sideways into her mouth, biting down hard.

With this tooth protection in place, she began to crawl, her belly already slick with vomit, was quickly mixed with muddy skid-marks, the brown caking her belly fur, concealing the purple under a grimy mess. Soon after starting this journey Twilight realised that she was crawling through black mud, this unoxygenated mud reeked to high heaven, the remnants of rotting biological material failing to traditionally degrade, making the mud she was wallowing in stink like a septic tank, ripe with decade old horse apples.

After what felt like hours, Twilight reached the edge of the mud beach, the distance of less than 15 feet feeling like a mile.

But instead of finding some level of reprieve, she was met with the thick undergrowth that bordered the lake, the deluge of vines forming an impassable barrier for her in this weakened state.

Groaning through her wooden gag, Twilight began to crawl perpendicular to the lake, hoping to find a break in the undergrowth she could slip through, lest she pass out and be savaged by vultures in a helpless state, the foul creatures already circling above in anticipation for the meal to come.

glancing around, mewling in pain Twilight spotted the arched bridge that she had fallen from, in her haste not to drown she had in-fact ended up about one hundred metres from where she had first taken the plunge, her panicked mind causing her to swim to the first bit of shore she had seen and not the closest.

After a period of time Twilight couldn't recall, the nagging pain getting worse as she continued her death crawl, the pain coursing to the beat of her heart now and not just the exertion of moving, she finally reached the shore-side arch of the bridge. The overpasses large arch forming a shaded grotto, the far end blocked by what looked like a large tree stump, but its damp stone offering protection from the beating rays of the sun, and a reprieve from the moving that was causing her so much suffering.

As Twilight recollected her thoughts, she glanced down at her body, her purple fur was unrecognisable, buried under a mixture of blacks and browns, the mud now hard and desiccating, making her appear almost like she was made of a dirty clay.

Spitting the stick out, Twilight began to slowly roll onto her back, her body now exhausted, was in no condition to argue and quickly buckled like a faulty suspension bridge, the regal princess face planting the soft sediment. Cursing herself, and trying to spit some of the foul soil that had entered her mouth out, much to her disgust. as she was trying to clean her mouth of the unpalatable taste. As she was doing this she began to hear movement, and she heard something calling.

RIBBIT

What was that, speculated Twilight, the sound both alien and familiar at the same time.

RIBBIT

Again, the sound rang out, this time with much more resonance, the beast making it clearly growing more active. It was during these rumblings that Twilight saw the tree stump begun to move.

With a series of wet squelching sounds, the largest frog Twilight had ever seen emerged from the slick black mud, the beasts skin gnarled like bark, runny mud flowing down the cracks as it emerged from its mud nest. Initially the Goliath amphibians back was facing Twilight, but with a few shuffles the beasts piercing amber eyes met Twilight's trembling body, the gems cutting through her like a knife through butter.

Yet again, the frog called, its throat sack glowing with a crimson aura as the reverberating rattled through Twilight's bones, this defining morphological feature allowing Twilight to identify the species of amphibian, and immediately regretting it. it was a gulper frog, and a massive one at that. Twilight remembered arguing about this species with Starlight, as she believed it was capable of swallowing pony's whole, were as Twilight adamantly disagreed. Now seeing this gigantic specimen, her student’s hypothesis seemed entirely possible, thankfully she wouldn't have to experience it due to her magic amulet.

It was at this moment Twilight realised the tribal had taken her protection charm, its comforting weight now missing from her neck only replaced with a growing sense of dread, as this predatory frog looked awful hungry.

"Nice frog" blubbered Twilight, reaching out with one of her hooves in an attempt to make a connection with the creature.

RIBBIT, chirped the frog, clearly curious about this new creature in its habit.

"that's a good frog, you don't want to eat me do you", said Twilight her voice less creaky and more assertive, clearly misinterpreting the frog’s curiosity as benevolence, as it was transparently just weighing up if she was a possible meal.

Before Twilight could react, the frog opened its gaping maw, and out shot its sticky tongue, the mass of muscle hitting her square in the face, earning a shriek of panic from the Alicorn. As fast as the tongue hit her it retracted, dragging the screaming princess towards what she only knew would be her doom, she wasn't going to drown, now she was going to be eaten by a overgrown tadpole.

the pulsing muscle latched to her face yanked her forward, the princess flying towards her predator, not on her own wings but on a leash of muscle, in an instant she was halfway in the frog’s mouth, her rump and hind legs hanging limply from the lip for a moment in shock. This paralysis didn't last long, with the princess’s hind legs and partially trapped wings began to thrash, the flailing limbs doing little to the frog other than kick the now dry mud from her fur, showering the beast with ineffective shrapnel.

With this little morsel firmly locked between its Maxillary Teeth, the frog began to taste its meal, the large tongue coating the front half of Twilight with ropes of saliva, the predigestive fluid washing the mud from Twilight's fur like a biological power shower. Initially the frog could not taste her flavour, but as the frog removed the outer-shell of mud it found her salty taste most appealing, it was a mixture of tender flesh and sweat that had a most alluring flavour, further increased by her hormones from her femininity and fear.

As the prehensile tongue moved up her neck to her face Twilight could only wince and scream, her voice coming out as muffled moans, that a casual viewer might mistake for pleasure, but were instead only of terror. This screaming only escalated once the tongue found its way under her eyelid licking the jelly like tissue of her eye, causing Twilight to wail in desperation, the frog demolishing every aspect of her person, replacing her as just an object to swallow and digest.

Pressing its eyes back the frog swallowed, the rippling motion drawing the wriggling pony about a foot into the mouth of the beast, its lips coming to rest at the curve of her hips, as her wings were pushed flat, now unable to resist in her ingestion, the feathered limbs held tight to her aching ribs furthering her agony. Again, the frog licked over Twilight's body, removing the mud and lubricating her for more easy swallowing, growing tired of her flavour the frog moved to more rapidly tuck her away.

With a rolling gulp, the frog pulled Twilight's rump into its jaws, its tongue as previously immediately attacking her body, before settling upon her flower and anus, these orifices having a more intense flavour than the rest of the plump bookworm meat, causing this monster to focus on them to savour the musky taste. The tongue began to probe the tight ring of Twilight's anus, for a moment there was resistance, but the ring slipped open as it took the vast girth of the tongue. This sudden invasion of her exit only, caused Twilight the increase the pitch of her wails, the frog not just set on eating her but defiling her as well.

Twilight felt the tongue travel deep into her bowels, straightening her sigmoid colon as it impaled the young mare like a kebab, stretching her guts further than any suitor had done previously or ever would. Just as she felt like her intestine was about to explode the frog retracted its tongue turned dildo, to a small spurt of blood, an anal fissure clearly having formed from its immense girth. The retraction of the tongue left her ass-hole hanging open, and the turds that had been knocking on her back door earlier fell free, impacting the ground like hail, embedding slightly into the muddy ground, with a few tragic farts mixed between the nuggets.

Thinking the frog was done with its assault, Twilight lowered her calls for helps pitch for a moment, so that her raw throat might recover, only for the tremendous tongue to breech her clitoris, the sausage shaped mass, devastating her cervix and coming to a rest at the top of her womb. This sudden and deep violation caused Twilight to emit a primal screech, her lungs aching from all the yelling, the pain made worse by her injured ribs.

As the tongue moved around in her reproductive tract, Twilight could feel her skin stretching as the tongue tried to manoeuvre its way deeper, but was finding its self at a dead end. Finally the frog stopped and withdrew its tongue, the implement leaving Twilight's pussy agape just like her anus, a little vaginal fluid weakly dripping to the mud below.

Her eyes now blood shot from the crying at her own rape, and fear overwhelming her, twilight pissed herself for the second time today, this time the golden rain trickled down her legs and splattering the ground below washing away some of her anal blood that encrusted her rear. Though substantial the blood had already stopped and was beginning to coagulate, signalling her body had sealed whatever internal injury the raping had sustained, which was little constellation to this pony turned meal, as she was going to die either way.

At this point the frog was sated with his meal, and with a final gulp, he drew the princess turned dinner entirely into its body. From Twilight's perspective she fell a foot forward and was then forced into the foetal position, her head between her legs, this sudden compression setting off a sudden avalanche of pain as her ribs were again violently compacted.

Weakly pressing against the wrinkled flesh, Twilight continued to call for help, the air in the stomach with her already growing stale, the environment clearly not designed to sustain life, but rather break down biological material to sustain the bulk of this massive frog.

From outside the curled up form of an alicorn mare stretched the soft flesh of the frog, the bulge twitching weakly, but every time she pressed out with a wing or hoof the taught flesh pushed her back into a compact package ready for digestion, the only sounds being a desperate muffled screams and the loud groans of a overstuffed stomach ready to begin digestion.

Deciding this archway was ideal lair to sleep off this pony meat meal, the frog began to dig itself back into the mud, laying flat on its belly, and drifting back in to a dormant phase so its body could more efficiently process the hard components of this pony, the hair, hooves bones, all would be digested before dropping from its anus as a processed mass of former pony.

Within the gut Twilight was being drenched in digestive fluid, the strong acids burning her aching genitals, as well as the thorn marks that covered her chest from her previous run. The acids burning as they began to process the easily accessible soft tissue, which Twilight had no doubt would easily turn her into a rich chyme, the pulpy pony-shake fuelling the growth of this aquatic abomination.

Desperate not to digest twilight began on final act of extreme thrashing, as she bawled her eyes out, not wanting to die, the tears not just from sadness, but the low PH fluid irritating her soft violet eyes. All this resistance did nothing but burn her precious air supply, the frog had no intention of giving her more, as at this point she was just fat on its back.

After about five minutes with no visible results from her defiance the air had run out, Twilight gave up, her eyes stained red from crying closed for what she felt was the last time, as she lost conciseness, her body no longer resisting and leaving only weak twitches. She had accepted her fate, she had chanced her luck to much, and now she was just a blurred bulge in the flesh of a frog, and the stomach was her own world which she would soon be leaving for ever, as the sweet release of death came to carry her away.

Just as she slipped into the dream world for what was going to the last time, she herd yelling from outside, and then dark silence took over as she blacked out.

Author's Note

For Twilight's drowning scene and aftermath, i drew on my own experience of almost drowning, i am going to be honest if it is anything like what i experienced it is a bad way to go, your body locks up.

I fell off a dock and cracked my ribs and what happened is basically as i wrote it here, after lying there for about 6 hours, i realised that no one was coming to get me and it was getting cold, so i crawled on my belly about 500m to the service road and was found by a dog walker. honestly i feel bad for the dog walker they were just out expersising their dog and they see this revenant ass motherfucker crawling out of the marram grass, in absolute darkness.