“My goodness,” purred a gentle voice. “I recognize that mane.”
Lightning Flash turned his body, spinning the barstool a few degrees to see who was sidling up to him. He’d come to this bar hoping to see one mare in particular, and lucky him, here she was. And he was pretty sure she was here for the same reason he was; in every town in Equestria, there was at least one bar with a certain reputation. In some small towns - like Ponyville - there was only one such bar. This place, a watering hole called Sixes And Sevens, was that bar.
“And that physique,” said the mare, taking a seat beside him. “Yes, I think I know you. Have I seen you before, darling? Perhaps in a skintight flight suit?”
Lightning Flash laughed, doing his best to sound casual. Usually, being recognized as a minor celebrity gave him the upper hand when it came to meeting mares. But he couldn’t help but be nervous now that he was face to face with the beautiful, graceful mare known as Rarity. He’d heard whispers about her, and now he knew they were true; if she was here at this bar, chatting up stallions, that could only mean one thing.
“Always nice to meet a fan,” said Lightning Flash, giving Rarity a smile. “Lightning Flash, of the Wonderbolts.”
“Rarity,” she said. “Charmed. And to be honest, I am principally a fan of my good friend Rainbow Dash.” She chuckled to herself. “I hope that doesn’t sound like namedropping, dear. We are quite good friends, and really, everyone in this town knows Rainbow Dash.”
“I imagine they do,” said Lightning Flash. “I’ve been in the Wonderbolts a little longer than her, but she’s made a pretty strong impression.” He raised a hoof, and the bartender looked in his direction. “What are you drinking?”
“Oh, a Manehattan, please,” said Rarity, clearly no stranger to having drinks bought for her by handsome stallions. Lightning Flash placed his order - another whiskey for him, a Manehattan for the lady - and turned back towards Rarity.
“So you’re Rarity,” said Lightning Flash, trying to keep his excitement from showing. He could feel a tension in his wings, a quiver in his forelegs. His nervousness threatened to make him seem like an awkward virgin... which he supposed was fitting, since - in one important respect - he was a first-timer. “Rainbow Dash talks about you.”
“Hm, nothing scandalous, I hope,” said Rarity, her thin smile growing wider. “Our Dash is a bit of a tomboy, and I’m sure her locker room banter is just as risque as that of any stallion.” Steadying herself with one forehoof on the bar, she leaned toward Lightning Flash and flipped a lock of purple hair away from her face. “So tell me, Mister Lightning Flash, what kind of mare did she make me sound like?”
“She speaks very highly of you,” said Lightning Flash diplomatically. “And besides, I don’t listen to rumors. I would much prefer to get to know you personally.” He lifted his drink with a deft motion of his wing, and clinked glasses with Rarity, who levitated her cocktail glass to her mouth for a dainty sip.
“I’d love to get to know you as well,” said Rarity. “Of course I come to Wonderbolts shows to demonstrate my support for my friend Dash, but there are other things about the exhibition that appeal to me. I suppose I have an appetite for excitement. A taste for athleticism.” Rarity cast her gaze onto Lightning Flash’s sinewy legs and toned flight muscles. “I am a fashion designer, as Dash may have told you, and the shape and movement of bodies is my business. Yours, I must say, is a wonderful specimen of stallionhood…”
Lightning Flash felt a shiver go through his body. Using terms like “appetite” and “taste” was no accident; Rarity was signaling her intent to take this night in a particular direction. Lightning Flash was going to have to follow her down this road, or she’d move on to a more willing stallion. This was what he’d come here for, but the reality of it was still scary. At least Rarity was putting a friendly face on an intimidating prospect...
“Well, at the risk of seeming self-absorbed, I’ll take that compliment,” said Lightning Flash. “I put in a lot of flight hours, a lot of time at the gym… if I’m not getting compliments from beautiful mares, then what is any of that for?”
“You certainly maintain an appealing physique, which is something I confess I’ve struggled with,” said Rarity. “I was just about to head home, Lightning Flash, but if you’d be gentlemanly enough to accompany me… perhaps you could provide me with some advice on exercise and… diet?”
Lightning Flash’s heart raced. He was in. He was going home with Rarity. This was going to be a night where dreams came true.
“Do make yourself comfortable,” said Rarity, magically scooting a chair towards Lightning Flash as they entered the bedroom. “Can I pour you a drink? It may help, if you’re finding yourself a bit on edge.”
“Yeah, that’d be great, actually,” said Lightning Flash. Every hoofstep between the bar and Rarity’s bedroom had made his heart beat harder and faster, and now it seemed ready to escape his chest. He felt sure he’d lose his nerve unless he had something to calm him down.
“Certainly,” said Rarity. “Whiskey’s your drink, yes?” Lightning Flash nodded, and Rarity lifted a bottle and a glass from a wooden liquor cabinet with her magic. “Don’t be ashamed if you’re nervous, dear, I can scarcely blame you.”
As Rarity floated the glass in his direction, Lightning Flash snatched it out of the air with his wing. She took a seat on her bed, almost all the way across the room from him. A deliberately non-threatening distance, Lightning Flash reasoned. He took a quick gulp, feeling his body relax slightly as the warmth spread through his chest. “Good stuff,” he said, swirling the oaky aftertaste in his mouth. “I’m surprised you’re wasting it on me.”
“Oh darling,” said Rarity, “Nothing is wasted as long as it’s part of the experience. Tell me, what kind of night do you want to have with me?”
“Wow, uh…” Lightning Flash let out a breathy chuckle, bowing his head to avoid the smoky gaze Rarity was giving him. “I didn’t know I’d be making any decisions. I kind of imagined you’d be… you know… in charge?”
Rarity gave him a gentle smile, scooting herself a few inches closer on the bed. “I could do that if you liked,” she said, “But this is about more than what I want. You deserve an experience that is… well, perhaps memorable is not the correct term, but… something that lives up to your expectations. I don’t know if you know this, but I’ve developed something of a reputation, and I try my best to live up to it.”
“Well, since you brought it up,” said Lightning Flash, “I did know about your reputation. It’s… kind of why I was in the bar tonight.”
“Let me guess,” said Rarity, “Rainbow Dash was telling tales out of school? I really wish she wouldn’t…”
“No, no!” said Lightning Flash, a smile coming easily to his face as the alcohol loosened him up. “Soarin told us he heard about you from a friend, and we all looked at Dash, and she just sort of… didn’t deny it.” That got a little laugh out of Rarity. “Dash doesn’t have the best poker face.”
“She most certainly does not,” said Rarity. “Did Soarin furnish any tantalizing details? Anything that made you decide you just had to come see me?” She scooted her body a bit closer.
“No, nothing specific,” said Lightning Flash. “I suspect that firsthand accounts are... somewhat rare?”
“I imagine they are,” said Rarity. “If you’re looking for guidance, though… stallions often suggest a bit of foreplay before the main event.”
“And… you’re receptive to that?” asked Lightning Flash.
“When I… select a stallion,” said Rarity, inching closer, “I look for one I wouldn’t mind taking to bed as well. Did you think you weren’t up to my standards, Lightning Flash?”
Lightning Flash finished his drink. “I don’t know,” he said, “I just didn’t want to ask for too much.”
Rarity crawled across the sheets, dangling a lazy forehoof over the foot of the bed and eyeing up the muscles of Lightning Flash’s legs. “You should never be afraid to ask for what you want,” said Rarity. “The worst I could have said was no. And why would I have said no to all this? Those strong calves, those sleek wings, that toned flank… Something tells me you know how to use that body of yours.”
“I do, I do,” said Lightning Flash. “Honest, I’m usually not this nervous.”
“Well, how are you usually?” asked Rarity. “How does the handsome, famous athlete usually respond when he comes back to a mare’s boudoir, and she says to him…” She stepped down from the bed and abruptly placed her chin in his lap, between his thighs and just above his tight gray sheath. “Oh, Lightning Flash, ever since I saw you at the Wonderbolts show I’ve been so hungry for your cock…” she pawed at his inner thigh with one hoof, exhaling a breathy moan onto his sheath. “Show me that big hard cock so I can swallow it deep, big boy…”
Nervousness had been keeping Lightning Flash’s cock down until now, but thanks to Rarity’s touch - and her words - it began to rise from his sheath. Having his cock praised was nice, of course, but he responded even more to her “subtle” innuendo. Mares who talked about being “hungry” for his cock, or “swallowing” his shaft, had never failed to make his dick rise - although he didn’t usually tell them why.
“Well,” said Lightning Flash, “I guess I would wrap my wings around her, like this.” He flexed his wings, displaying his impressive span, and curled them around Rarity’s back. “It creates an intimate little space for them. And then… I would tell her that my body is here for her pleasure. If she wants to taste me… to feel me inside her… then I’ll give myself to her in any way she desires.”
“Ooh, that’s good,” said Rarity, as Lightning Flash’s emerging cock rose to meet her lips. “I’m feeling very seduced right now.” She planted a kiss on the flared tip of his cock, licking at the smooth gray skin before lifting her head.
“Aw, don’t make fun of me,” laughed Lightning Flash. “I’m making myself vulnerable here.”
Rarity nuzzled his cock, breathing in his scent. “I’m sorry, darling,” she said, “I don’t mean to tease. I really am charmed by you, and I am very pleased to have such a handsome, athletic stallion in my bedroom. By the time we’re finished, I’m sure I will be… very hungry…”
His cock was at full mast, almost painfully hard after the most recent mention of Rarity’s “hunger.” She finally slipped her lips over his flare, taking the tip into her warm, slick mouth and swirling her tongue around the bumpy rim. He shuddered, closing his wings tighter around her, savoring the touch of her gentle mouth. He loved getting his cock sucked - for all the usual reasons, of course, but also because his fantasies were centered around the open mouths of beautiful mares. Seeing a mare open her mouth wide and swallow up his cock… sometimes even taking it into their throats… the only thing hotter than that would be to feel himself go deeper. Every time a mare sucked his cock, he imagined himself sliding deeper into her mouth, his whole body somehow slipping and falling and descending her throat.
Of course, that had never happened. But now, watching Rarity’s purple curls bounce as she bobbed on his cock, his imagination ran wild once more. He fantasized about tumbling forward into her open mouth, past her pearly teeth, landing on her soft, slick tongue… and then falling cock-first down her throat, fucking his way into her stomach.
Rarity slowly lowered her head as far as it would comfortably go, until his tip just barely tickled her gag reflex, and then she lifted her head back up, releasing his cock with one final swirl of her tongue. “Delectable,” whispered Rarity, stepping back and climbing as Lightning Flash opened his wings for her. “In a moment, darling, I’ll take all of you, and you’ll be a treat… but before you give yourself to me, why don’t you give that to me?” She pointed a forehoof at Lightning Flash’s cock.
“I would fucking love to,” said Lightning Flash, following Rarity onto the bed. He hadn’t been sure that Rarity would be in the mood to fuck; in his fantasy, his ideal version of the night, he’d imagined that he would make love to the beautiful mare… but he would have settled for less.
“Oh, you big, strong stallion,” moaned Rarity, grabbing Lightning Flash’s shoulders with her magic and tossing him onto the bed. “Please be gentle, won’t you? This poor maiden’s heart couldn’t stand up to the kind of ravishing I’m sure you have in mind…”
Lightning Flash smiled. Framing him as the seducer, the predator… it was funny, an ironic little quip, but it was also a reminder of where this evening was going and the roles Rarity and Lightning Flash would truly be playing. “Don’t worry,” he said, playing along, “I’ll be gentle with you… Just don’t be too rough with me…”
Rarity continued to play the part of the demure virgin, turning her head and closing her eyes as she lowered her wet pussy lips onto the tip of Lightning Flash’s cock. “It’s so big,” she gasped, her pussy muscles throbbing as her cunt embraced his shaft. “I can’t possibly take it all… a little waif like me, there’s just no way…”
More teasing. Rarity liked to play with her food, it would seem. “Oh, I think you can take all of me,” grunted Lightning Flash. “Every inch… you’ll have everything, I’ll give it all to you…”
Rarity pumped her hips, taking him deeper with each thrust. “Ooh, yes…” groaned Rarity. “I want all of you, and I always get what I want.“
“Of course,” said Lightning Flash. “I’m all yours, Rarity… I want to belong to you...”
“Oh, you’re too kind,” said Rarity, bouncing on top of Lightning Flash. “So… mmph… gentlemanly… I could use a stallion like you in my life… it’s such a shame we only have this one night together, darling.”
“Y-yeah,” stammered Lightning Flash - although Rarity’s reminder of where the night was headed made his cock throb with arousal. “I suppose I’ll be moving on after tonight.”
“Isn’t that always the way, with stallions,” sighed Rarity. “I like to think I keep a part of them with me, but I’m always saying goodbye to them. Such a sweet goodbye, though…” she gasped, her back legs twitching. “Oh, darling, darling, I’m getting close…”
“Me too,” said Lighting Flash, writhing on the bed beneath Rarity. He was accustomed to being sexually submissive; although few mares were initially inclined to be dominant when a prominent athlete took them to bed. Over the course of longer relationships, he typically convinced them to try out a dominant role, sometimes roleplaying the very scenario he found himself in tonight. Obviously, it had never gone further than roleplaying… most mares weren’t like Rarity, and besides, he’d never had the courage to go through with it until tonight.
He wasn’t sure he did have the courage tonight, actually. But he was here, nearly balls-deep in Rarity’s tight wet cunt, and the reality of what he’d gotten himself into was still unfolding before him. Knowing this was real made it feel completely different from the times he’d roleplayed it. As soon as they were finished, as soon as they came, Rarity would have him. And that knowledge stiffened his cock, it moved his hips, it ensured that their consummation would arrive all the quicker.
Lightning Flash groaned as his balls tightened. “Rarity, please, take me deep, I need to be inside you…”
“No more talking from you,” spat Rarity, “Not until you’ve proven that cock is good for something. Make me cum!’ She wrapped her forehooves around him and pulled herself down, taking his cock to the hilt. “If you want to be eaten, darling, then earn it! Show me you deserve to slide down my throat and melt in my belly and nourish my beautiful body!”
Rarity had broken the seal. She’d taken the subtext of all their flirtation, all their innuendo, and make it burning red text. She was going to consume him, take his body into hers into an intimate act of carnal finality. Lightning Flash came, his cock pulsing as it shot again and again, but he didn’t slow down. Rarity’s dominant air had put him in an obedient state of mind, and the bliss of orgasm had turned that obedience into outright reverence. He wanted to give everything to Rarity, to fulfill her every desire, to bring her to climax and then surrender his body to her appetite. Thrusting his hips upward, fucking her as hard and fast and deep as his body was capable of, he watched Rarity’s head roll back and her lips form into an “O” as climax built inside her.
Lightning Flash had never been more exhilarated. No high-flying Wonderbolts maneuver compared to seeing Rarity’s body convulse with a climax that he had given her. Her beautiful body, the same body that was going to consume and absorb him, was shaking with pleasure, moaning with bliss, crying out in rapture.
And as he reveled in his achievement, his orgasm winding down, he was seized and lifted up. Rarity had taken hold of his shoulders with her forehooves and lifted his rump with her magic, and she was raising his lower body, sliding his cock out of her throbbing cunt. And once he was out of her, her magic was pushing him towards her mouth - a mouth that, while still crying out in orgasm, was growing wider, opening more and more. Soon, he was so close that Rarity’s mouth was all he could see: past the gleaming white teeth and the slick tongue was a glistening red tunnel that led into darkness. Then she paused, seeming to change her mind, and spun his body around to consume him hooves-first.
For a second, he struggled reflexively; he hadn’t expected it to begin so quickly after they finished fucking. He didn’t know what he was expecting; some cuddling, maybe, or at least a moment to collect himself before crawling into Rarity’s mouth. But this way was better, he had to admit; his cock was still spurting, spilling his seed onto Rarity’s belly as her magic pulled him deeper. The familiar visceral pleasure of orgasm was transitioning into a new kind of bliss, something he’d dreamed of for years. By the time he stopped coming, his whole body was lit up with pleasure, every square inch of skin tingling with anticipation.
Rarity’s magic was stronger than Lightning Flash had been expecting. He could have fought back, of course; he could have spread his wings to make himself too big to swallow. He could have kicked. He was an athlete, with a body trained to near peak physical form, and few unicorns had magic strong enough to overpower him.
But he didn’t fight back. He played the part of the struggling prey animal, squirming weakly as his back hooves entered the constricting tunnel of her throat, but he wasn’t putting up any real fight. In theory he should have been panicking, fighting for life, but he’d never felt more at peace. For the past few days, he’d been worried that he would regret it at the last minute; that fear would grip him once he’d passed the point of no return. But being eaten was everything he’d hoped it would be.
Once his back legs entered Rarity’s throat, he felt the magic aura holding his body slowly dissipate. She was no longer pushing him from behind; instead, she rolled onto her back and let her throat muscles do all the work. If her magic’s strength had been surprising, the strength of her throat was astonishing; it must have grown strong from pulling in dozens of stallions (and mares? He hadn’t thought to ask, and now he supposed he would never know…).
As Rarity swallowed him deeper, enveloping his rump with her widening lips, she swished her tongue along the underside of his cock, licking up his spilled load and moaning as the taste of his cum mingled with the taste of his body. She continued to caress his cock with her magic, keeping him hard and jerking him off as more and more of his body disappeared into her mouth.
As his wings passed Rarity’s lips, he looked down at her body. Her throat was bulging hugely, stretched around the shape of his backside. He’d never seen a pony’s body stretch like that - he’d known for some time that it was possible, but this was his first - and last - chance to see it in person. When he wiggled his legs, he saw movement beneath Rarity’s snow-white skin, just below her collarbone. It didn’t seem to cause her any discomfort, though; as a predator, she was more than capable of dealing with a struggling meal.
Rarity’s throat muscles kneaded his body as they pulled him deeper, pressing into his spine like a deep-tissue massage. He felt like he was being tenderized - softened - and he welcomed it. He wanted to be easy for Rarity to digest. He wanted to melt away in her stomach, becoming nothing more than a filling meal and a pleasant memory.
But a new sensation cut into his relaxed state of mind; his cock was entering Rarity’s throat, the rhythmic constrictions suddenly pummeling his shaft. All of a sudden, he was struggling; all four legs were kicking involuntarily as Rarity’s throat stimulated his dick. But his struggling didn’t slow Rarity down; her throat had dealt with tougher customers, and his weakly flailing legs were no match for her.
In all his fantasies, Lightning Flash had never anticipated how strong a mare’s throat muscles - particularly the throat muscles of an accomplished predator like Rarity - would be. It was better than any mere mouth, tighter than any pussy - even though he had barely just got done cumming, he could feel another climax building, pressure gathering at the base of his cock each time her pulsing muscles pounded at his shaft.
The strong rhythmic pressure of Rarity’s throat was the best thing he’d ever felt, Lightning Flash had decided. He would have been happy to just stay there forever, descending an endless throat, forever falling into Rarity’s body. But soon he no longer felt the pressure constricting his flank - and that told him that he had emerged into Rarity’s stomach. It wasn’t constricting, the way her throat was, but it was warm, and wet, and tight - it felt like a wonderful place to relax, close his eyes, and let himself melt away.
And that fate wasn’t far off. He felt his chin slide across Rarity’s tongue, and he took one last look at her body; her tummy was bloated with his mass, showing an irregular bulge nearly as large as Rarity herself. Rarity had seemed confident that she could swallow Lightning Flash, despite his size, and his body seemed to be giving her no trouble as her throat pulled him deeper. Soon his head was deep enough in her mouth that she could close her lips - and then everything went dark.
He was, in a sense, completely inside of Rarity now; no part of his body was exposed to the open air now. And he would never feel the outside air again, never again see the sun - Rarity’s body was his whole world now, the place where he would live and die from this moment onward.
That knowledge was all his body needed. Just as the flare of his cock emerged from her throat, he came, shooting his load straight into her belly. His body fell limp, and Rarity seized on the opportunity, tilting her head back to let Lightning Flash’s body slide completely into her stomach.
Now that his entire body was inside Rarity, her stomach was almost as tight as her throat had been. He imagined how her stomach must look - huge and impossibly bloated, the contours of his head and his hooves visible through her skin. He’d been a tall stallion, considerably bigger than Rarity - and now the mare’s belly sported a tremendous bulge, so big that she groaned from the weight of it and rolled onto her side.
“Oh, darling,” groaned Rarity, massaging her bloated belly with her forehooves, “You have been a delight from start to finish. The taste of your stallionhood was a wonderful amuse-bouche; if you hadn’t already planned on letting yourself be eaten, I would have talked you into it after I sucked your cock.”
“Thank you, Rarity,” said Lightning Flash, putting his hoof against the walls of her stomach. “That’s all I wanted, to be a good meal for you…”
“I can hear you talking,” said Rarity, “but I’m afraid I can’t make out what you’re saying.” She chuckled, making her belly shake. “Not to be cruel, but I don’t particularly care what you have to say at this point. You’re food, darling. But feel free to talk, if it makes you happy.”
She ran her hooves over the irregular bulge of her stomach, stroking and prodding at Lightning Flash. “Hmm, it won't be long now,” she said. “Once my stomach has you, you'll melt away quite soon… so if there's anything else you wanted to do with your life, I hope it's something you can do inside a mare’s belly…”
Rarity was right; when he pushed against the walls of Rarity’s stomach, his body somehow felt softer than it had before. His hooves didn't feel so firm anymore, and his limbs bent more than they usually did. His whole body was losing definition from the bottom up.
As with many other aspects of the process, firsthand accounts of being digested we're hard to find. “Predators” often said that their meals enjoyed the process - but then, they would say that, wouldn't they? Lightning Flash had his doubts, although in the end they obviously hadn't stopped him.
There was magic in a predator’s stomach acid, Lightning Flash knew that much. Like the inherent magic that permitted a pegasus to walk on clouds, it was automatic - and it accomplished something nearly as miraculous. At first Lightning Flash felt a burning sensation all over his skin, a feeling that started as an itch and grew into something excruciating, almost unbearable -
And then the burning abruptly stopped, like a fever breaking, and as it faded away it left behind an all-encompassing sensation of bliss. There was no more pain; there would never be any more pain. Lightning Flash was certain that he would float into darkness on a cloud of physical ecstacy.
He was already starting to feel sleepy, but he was aware enough to take note of what was happening to his body. He couldn’t see anything, of course, but he could feel himself getting softer and smaller as Rarity’s stomach did its job. Every few seconds, he tested his limbs, and each time they felt a bit weaker and a bit more numb; eventually, he couldn’t say for certain that his legs were still there at all. He focused his mind of the beating of his heart, and the rise and fall of his chest - and soon those sensations faded into the blissful fog that was consuming his consciousness.
By the time the pleasant numbness reached his face, Lightning Flash was just barely clinging to consciousness - and there was so little of him left by this point, he decided to just let sleep take him. Sleep had never been so inviting as it was right now; no bed had ever been as comfortable as the warm, sloshing darkness of Rarity’s stomach. He was sure it would be the best sleep of his life - so good, in fact, that it would be a shame if he were to ever wake up from it.
Rarity, as a seasoned predator, had a keen sense for when her meal was “done,” and she sensed it now. Her belly, still round and bloated from the sheer size of the stallion she’d consumed, was perfectly soft - and there was no internal movement aside from the low rumble of the digestive process. Rarity was alone; her lover had departed.
It was always a little melancholy, saying goodbye like this. Some lovers were good enough that she would have liked another night with them… and she especially would have liked to eat them a second time, were that somehow possible. But not even magic could accomplish that, as far as Rarity was aware - and besides, the permanence of devouring her partner was what made it really special to her.
“Lightning Flash,” she whispered, running a forehood along her belly, “You will be remembered among my best. A strong body, a big cock, and a handsome face… ah, not to mention a charming personality. I’m sure Rainbow Dash must have enjoyed working with you… Hmm, I suppose I owe her a little apology…”
“But I don’t need to apologize to you, do I?” she said, hugging her belly. “You got just what you wanted.”
