The Equestrian Gastronomic Society

by MightyShockwave

Rating: mature
Tags: Princess Luna, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Fetish, Horror, Non-consensual, Random, Violence, Pharynx, Death, Alternate Universe
Length: 6991

Luna decides to venture into a secretive and sinister nightclub, and gets more than what she bargained for.

The Equestrian Gastronomic Society is a nightclub that has been around for almost a millennium, but its traditions are steeped in secrecy, for good reason. Patrons visit to delight in the pleasures of the flesh, but not the kind that's commonly known. Illustrious and influential ponies frequent it, the most prominent of which is Princess Luna herself. However, tonight she'll find that it may be her turn to be on the menu~

WARNINGS: Vore, digestion

Published 2018-05-28 03:50:07 UTC
Last updated 2018-05-28 03:50:07 UTC

The Club

Canterlot at night was a unique place. While other cities were bigger or had stronger economies, the nation’s capital was the oldest land-based city in Equestria, and had the richest history. While bureaucrats and diplomats did their business with the stiffness of an iron rod, the city’s night culture had over a thousand years to develop into a mysterious and enthralling hodgepodge of institutions for ponies to wallow in their own degeneracy once formal business had concluded. One of such institutions was a nightclub simply named “The Equestrian Gastronomic Society. ”Located near the Eastern wall of the city, it was a rather unassuming place: the building was a fair size, but sparsely decorated on the outside, and the paint flaking off the bricks made it seem like it was some cheap establishment that could barely keep the lights on.Yet, one could spot the most powerful and influential of Equestria’s elite waiting in line patiently for the bouncers to let them in. It was a mysterious place; everyone knew about the club, yet very few knew what happened inside the club. Those wanting to get in needed to know a password that changed semi-frequently. You needed to be in the know to get access, and for many, such knowledge would forever elude them.

However, that doesn’t stop others from trying. Fortunately, the club had certain procedures to rid themselves of nosy outsiders, as one tuxedo-wearing unicorn stallion in line would soon find out as he approached the two gruff bouncers outside the club entrance.

“Password, please,” spoke the taller of the bouncers, a grey pegasus stallion with a neatly trimmed pastel green mane and a slim yet muscular build.

“Uuuh, password? Nopony said anything about a password,” replied the tuxedo-wearing guest.

“No entry without a password. Sorry,” replied the bouncer.

“Hey now, maybe we can reach an agreement, my good fellow,” said the guest with some bravado. His horn lit up, and several triple-digit-domination bits levitated out of the pocket of his sports jacket, letting the coins jingle together in front of the bouncer’s face.

“No entry without password, sorry,” said the bouncer, clearly unfazed by the offer.

“Alright, listen up,” said the guest, raising his voice. “Do you know who I am?I’m Pocket Change, the COO of Equestrian Girders, the biggest steel smelting and manufacturing firm in the country, and I’ve been waiting in this line for almost two hours! If you don’t let me in, I have the power to make life VERY difficult for you!”

The bouncer simply sighed. He turned to his fellow bouncer, a more petite unicorn mare, who levitated a small green lapel and pinned it onto the guest’s tuxedo.

“For you, special newcomer pin .Be discrete,” the bouncer said flatly, gesturing the guest inside.

“There, now that wasn’t so hard,” the guest said, turning up his snout and trotting inside the club. He wasn’t able to hear the snickering of the guest behind him as she stepped up to the bouncers.

“Password, please,” asked the bouncer.

“Esophagus,” whispered the mare guest. In reality, she didn’t have to; the unicorn bouncer would quickly cast a zone of silence spell whenever she suspected a guest actually knew the password to prevent others in line from hearing.

“Thank you, blue or red lapel?” The bouncer asked.

“I usually go blue, but tonight I think I’ll go red to keep me safe while I watch that jerk get his comeuppance!” Squealed the mare guest with delight.

“Excellent choice,” said the bouncer as his assistant stuck a red lapel on a lanyard and wrapped it around the guest mare’s neck before waving her in. Through the open door, the bouncer could catch a glimpse of the tuxedo-wearing guest being led off by an attractive griffoness wearing a red lapel. He recognized her as a regular guest, one who always picked the red lapel. The tuxedo-wearing guest had a dumb smile on his face as he was led into the private rooms. The bouncer shook his head; the tuxedo-wearing stallion never stood a chance. “Next.”

The next guest was a tall mare, cloaked in a dark robe that obscured most of her face and body. However, a giant blue horn poking out from underneath the darkness of her robe, as well as her flowing starry mane and tail, easily identified her as the princess of the night.

“Ah, Princess Luna, thank you once again for visiting us. I do have to ask for the pass…” the bouncer began.

“Esophagus,” Luna said, interrupting him.

“Very well, blue or…” the guard began, trailing off as Luna levitated the green lapel out of the box. Her cloak turned into bats flying away into the night, and her magic levitated the green lapel to her obsidian chest piece. She cantered into the nightclub without another word, leaving the two bouncers in the dust.

“You know, one of these nights she’s going to meet her match,” said the mare bouncer.

“Yeah, won’t that be something?” The male bouncer added with a small chuckle. “Next guest, please.”

As Luna stepped into the bowels of the nightclub, trance beats began to fill the air. She rounded two corners, put in the entrance to ensure nothing could be seen from the streets, before she entered onto a lounge overlooking the dance floor. The air was heavy with the scent of sweat and saliva, and only the strongest stomachs in the world could stand what Luna could see from that lounge. You see, the Equestrian Gastonomic Society was a club where the rich and powerful could engage in their deepest, darkest desires: the consumption of their fellow being. It was not the only vore club in Equestria, but it was the country’s oldest, and more importantly, the only one that did not offer revival services on site. Sure, some could arrange for a third party to cast a regeneration spell, but such magic was very difficult and costly to perform, leading many to forgo it. The ponies, griffons, hippogriffs, anything you could think of, they all played for keeps here. Naturally, it was very important for patrons to make it clear what they preferred, to prevent messy misunderstandings. Each guest was required to carry a lapel on them at all times: blue meant that the guest preferred to be prey, and were broadcasting themselves as edible and open for eating arrangements. The red lapel, on the contrary, identified guests who loved doing the eating, or prey who preferred a night of not having to worry about getting gobbled up. The rules were that marked preds could only consume marked prey once both had agreed to it, and there was to be no consumption of marked preds at any time in the club. It was a simple system that kept things running for centuries. However…the club had another lapel, and a very special one at that. The green lapel was reserved only for those outside of the circle who were pushy getting inside the club. Those wearing the green lapel were exempt from all rules, especially the one involving consent. They were free game, and, in fact, the management preferred that they be *dealt with* as quickly as possible, to better keep the big secret under wraps. Usually, guests given then green lapel were consumed almost immediately, save for one: Princess Luna. She was also the only one to willingly choose the green lapel night after night she visited. Why she did so was a mystery to everypony, save for her. Many preds had tried to conquer her, but alicorn magic and strength had vanquished all potential diners. In actuality, Luna loved seeing preds try to trump her. She never had any intention of being eaten, but effortlessly fighting off those who did try to consume her gave her a rush that was unmatched by anything else she had ever felt.

Luna could see dancing mares and stallions with grossly distended guts of varying composition, from lumpy and moaning to smooth and sloshing. Even the DJ appeared to be humping her own bulging belly in time with the beat, deliberately holding the microphone close to her belly to add faint gurgling to the background of the music. That was just the dance floor; the club also had a sizeable lounge and private rooms as well. In the lounge, preds chatted with either fellow preds or their prey as they enjoyed fine drinks. Some of the more playful prey laid on silver platters while their friends dressed them with garnishments and sauces.

“May I suggest the plum sauce? It appears as though it would pair well with you,” Luna said as she passed a giggling group of prey dressing one of their own on a silver platter while a couple of hungry hippogriffs looked on. She continued trotting through the lounge, passing the hallway leading to the private rooms, taking note of everyone she saw. She spotted several Equestrian parliamentary representatives, as well as that one griffon diplomat that her sister had seen earlier in the day. He had a blue lapel; Luna chuckled at the thought of her sister having to deal with a mysterious disappearance. She nodded her head as her eyes darted around, making mental notes of which figures she could recognize. There was Countess Celadon, Baron Goldhoof, Forward March the renowned investor, and…Prince Pharynx!?

Luna had to do a double take. She had expected to see changelings in the club, but the second-in-command of the entire Hive? A burning curiosity fueled her, driving her to approach him where he was sitting in the lounge chatting up a pred mare. As she got closer, Luna noticed that Pharynx was wearing a red lapel. It figures, she imagined, given the history of their species.

“Prince Pharynx, it is good to see you here,” Luna said, interjecting when Pharynx’s conversation lulled.

“Whoa, Princess, I didn’t expect to see you here,” Pharynx said. He glanced towards the mare he was chatting with. “We’ll talk later. You know what to do.”

“Yes sir!” Said the mare with a proud salute, before she hopped off of her seat and waded through the crowds onto the dance floor. Luna took her seat, lying down to get comfortable.

“So, a foreign prince has found out about one of Equestria’s darkest nightclubs,” Luna said in a teasing tone. “I suppose you’ll be using this for blackmail? I know that your brother planned on visiting my sister next month to hammer out a trade deal. Are you going to push for more favorable terms, lest you reveal to our allies that the Equestrian crown endorses cannibalism of its citizenry?”

“Huh? Nah, I don’t have the patience for those kinds of political games,” Pharynx said. Luna still couldn’t get over how his gruff voice matched poorly with his new elegant and beautiful form. “I was just hungry and in the city, so I decided to see what this place was all about.”

“Hmm, I doubt that, but I suppose there’s nothing I can do about your motivations,” Luna continued.

“Believe what you want to believe,” Pharynx said, sipping a small glass of fresh daffodil nectar (on the rocks).

“How did you even find this place? Some ponies try their whole lives to work their way into circles that could even give them a single hint as to the true nature of this club,” Luna asked.

“Oh, Princess, just because we’ve overthrown the old queen doesn’t mean we’ve completely dissolved our old spy networks,” Pharynx said with a casual chuckle. “Especially under my management, we’re still keeping tabs on everycreature we can. It’s just our nature. It’s what we do, and we’re good at it. So good, in fact, that I knew about this place after only a few days. I figured that this is a quick way to get a bite while I was here managing the Canterlot spy network.”

“I wasn’t aware that changelings were carnivores,” Luna said curtly.

“Well, we aren’t technically, our bodies just turn prey into supercharged love batteries during digestion. Besides, ponies are tasty. I’m sure you had several missing individuals after the time my kind almost sacked this place. I’ll give you a hint, they weren’t captured~. Besides, just because our two species are friends now doesn’t mean we've stopped seeing you as food too,” Pharynx said with a wink.

“Very interesting,” Luna continued. She knew how to play the game of politics, and Pharynx was falling for every one of her subtle questions hook, line, and sinker. She had heard rumors that he was a bit of a brute with little sense of restraint, but even she was surprised how easy of a time she was having with him. She giggled as she traced circles on the velvet upholstery with her hoof. “I suppose that we’ll need to step up our game. Don’t worry, we’ll simply deport any spies we find. No sense muddying our relations with jail sentences for changelings simply following orders.”

“Eh, don’t worry about it. Celestia won’t even know,” Pharynx said with a mischievous smile.

“Oh really? Planning to blackmail me now, hmm?” Luna asked coyly, wondering which of her dark secrets Prince Pharynx had found out about.

“No, I’m planning on eating you, here and now. The green lapel stands for no-rules, you know,” Prince Pharynx said, standing up. He licked his lips as his solid purple eyes drilled into Luna’s, and she couldn’t help but realize that Pharynx had a long, forked tongue. It made her heart race, but many had tried to take her and failed, and she was confident Prince Pharynx would join those ranks.

“I know, and there’s a reason I wear it,” Luna said as she stood up herself.

“Oh really? What’s that?” Pharynx asked.

“So I can get the satisfaction of trouncing cocky preds like you. Bring it on,” Luna said. Her coy demeanor had hardened, and the fire of determination burned in her eyes.Luna was a fighter, and would not let Pharynx have his way with her, especially in front of her subjects!

She didn’t have much time to think; in a flash, Pharynx’s elytra flared open and his wings buzzed loudly, propelling him forward with a powerful hum. Luna’s own wings unfurled and performed powerful beat downwards, propelling her out of the way in the nick of time. One of Pharynx’s antlers bumped her left hind horseshoe, making it fall off and clink loudly on the linoleum floor. As if on cue, everycreature in the club stopped what they were doing and watched the pair.

“WOOOO THE HUNT IS ON!” yelled one guest from within the crowd, followed by the whole club beginning to cheer and stomp in excitement. Hunts were always fun to watch, and this one looked like it would be great too. Before long, all eyes were on Luna and Pharynx as they chased each other through the air.

“The club is now taking bets on who will be victorious!” shouted the bartender.

“I bet 100 bits on Luna!” shouted one guest.

“I bet 500 on Pharynx!” yelled another.

“I bet my prey friend on Luna!” exclaimed yet another.

“Wait, what?” said the prey friend as he was grabbed and lifted onto the bar.

The Hunt

“You’re agile…in this enclosed space…I’ll give you that…” Luna said in between breaths. Pony wings where more suited for open spaces while it seemed that Pharyx’s insect-like wings, while slower, were able to better handle corners and narrow spaces. He was closing in on her as she darted through the iron girders that made up the top of the stage. However, grabbing one girder and using it to turn herself around, she quickly fired a blast of force off from her horn right towards Pharynx. The poor bug took the hit right to the chest, sending him spiraling down and hitting the dance floor hard. The dancing preds leapt out of the way, using their bulging stomach to break their falls. Luna perched on top of the girder, looking down at her handiwork. “But, my magical abilities are far superior to yours.”

Luna was surprised to see Pharynx get up from where he had hit the dance floor, taking a moment to collect himself and shaking off the dust from his chitinous carapace. “Eh, I’ve faced worse in training!” He said, feeling cocky as his two antlers began to glow. He dug his legs into the floor and groaned as the girder that Luna was standing on began to bend under his telekinetic might. It forced her to reposition, and Pharynx used this opportunity to leap up in the precious half-second that Luna needed to reorient herself in the air. Looking down, she could see nothing but a glowing changeling maw coming towards her, and she decided to let gravity ferry her to safety. She allowed herself to drop, only to feel a tug as Pharynx’s tongue whipped itself around her right hind leg. Luna quickly pulled her free hind leg up for a powerful buck, but rather than Pharynx trying to pull her into his mouth like she anticipated, he twisted and turned in midair, tossing her onto the lounge platform. Her left hind horseshoe was removed by the sheer force of that toss, banging the wall on the other side of the club hard enough to leave a big dent.

Luna rolled over, getting up on all fours as she did so. She looking around, spotting Pharynx hovering motionless above the dance floor.Her eyes scanned the room, looking for something else she could use to go on the offensive, when she suddenly felt something slide onto her horn.

“Hey! What did you….arghughnnn…” Luna said as her mind was wracked with shocks as she attempted to levitate off whatever was on her. She turned to face one of the club’s hanging mirrors, seeing that a magic-suppressing ring had been slipped onto her horn. “But…who…” she muttered, before turning her head and seeing that pred mare that was talking with Pharynx from earlier waving a hoof. With a flash of green flame, the mare revealed herself to have just been a disguise for a changeling.

“You cheated!” Luna shouted, pawing at the ring as it held tight at the base of her horn. It was no use; such rings usually had enchantments that made it almost impossible for their victim to remove.

“All’s fair in love and vore, Princess,” Pharynx said as he hovered in midair.

“Touché,” Luna acknowledged. “That was a good trick with your tongue. I hope you enjoyed it. It shan’t happen again.”

“But Luna, the good thing about being a shapeshifter is that my tricks are only limited by my imagination,” Pharynx said. In an instant, he opened his mouth and his tongue shot out all the way across the club with the lightning speed of a chameleon. Luna could barely shift herself before it lashed around her throat, coiling it tightly and squeezing hard. She surmised that Pharynx was trying to strangle her into submission, and she knew that she had to act quickly or else it would be over.

“Grk…good...” Luna managed to get out as her windpipe was constricted by Pharynx’s greedy tongue. “I might not…have magic…but I can still use…my horn!”

With that, Luna rolled her head, snagging Pharynx’s stretched out tongue with her horn to give herself leverage. She smirked when she saw the confidence vanish from Pharynx’s face just before she used her increased leverage to whip around and slam him against a wall. The shock of the impact sent him reeling and made his tongue release its chokehold on Luna’s neck, allowing her to slough it off and give her lungs some much needed air.

“You’re…pant…stronger that you…gasp…look…,” Pharynx said as he slurped up his own tongue, bringing a hoof up to his left antler and feeling a small nick that blow had left in them. He winced from the pain of touching it, but remained determined.

“Not much to do while trapped in the moon other than working out,” Luna said.

“Point taken.I’m still going to eat you though,” Pharynx said as his wings buzzed back to life.

Luna took to the air again, realizing that she had to be more cautious from now on. Luna depended on her spellcraft, and without it, she couldn’t help but feel a little vulnerable. She could no longer blast her way out of a hairy situation, something that gave her a sense of security while she and Pharynx had been fighting. Her heart thumped as she began to realize that there was a very good chance that Pharynx could indeed be victorious tonight. Her only other escape would be flying out of the club, but she could not bear the shame of retreating in front of her subjects. However, his action had betrayed him; Luna saw how he winced from even minor damage to his antlers. It was something that she felt like she could definitely exploit, and may be the key to her survival.

Pharynx buzzed towards her with an open maw, intent of catching Luna before she could build up enough speed with her wings. However, the moon princess remained cool and collected, hovering in the air with firm resolve and confidence. Pharynx slowed down a bit, intimidated by Luna’s resolve and thinking that she was planning something. Still, his belly had the rumblings that only a princess could satisfy. Green changeling drool dripped from his mouth as he sped towards Luna. Just when she was about to plunge head-first into his gullet, Luna’s head quickly dipped down. Pharynx tried to follow, only to be surprised when he realized Luna was doing a mid-air flip. Before he could look up and correct his course, he felt Luna’s hind leg slam down on his antler, causing him to yelp and get knocked out of the air onto the lounge floor. His carapace loudly skidded on the linoleum, and when he stood up, it was on shaky legs. Luna was putting up more of a fight than he anticipated.Bruised and battered, part of him wondered if all this was really worth it.

“If you hadn’t knocked off my horseshoes, that blow would have snapped off your antler, I imagine,” Luna said, watching Pharynx shake off his daze while other guests ooh’d and aah’d at her impressive strike. “I suggest you quit while you’re ahead.”

Pharynx simply stared at Luna, breathing heavily. He had no witty comeback, no pleasantries; Luna could see from his expression that his patience was wearing thin. She had heard that Prince Pharynx had a proud side, and she knew that if she could make him angry, he would make a mistake that would let her emerge victorious.

“What’s that? Is that silence I hear? Is the great Prince Pharynx growing weary of our little game? You started this; don’t tell me you’re going to simply give up. At least have the courtesy to stay down when you’re finished. Perhaps then you can pretend that you were knocked out and not simply a quitter. Of course, that would make you a liar, but I suppose that’s a compliment among your kind, isn’t it?” Luna taunted. She could see Pharynx growing angrier and angrier the more she spoke. The changeling prince’s brow furrowed and his teeth grew bared in frustration. His heavy breathing could even be heard above the still-playing music of the nightclub.

“You…take that back!” Pharynx yelled, flaring his elytra and buzzing forward for another pass. His mouth opened even wider this time, a gaping hole that zoomed right towards Luna. Luna smirked; Pharynx wasn’t focusing and was being lazy by doing the same move twice…a move that she would punish harshly. As soon as he was within striking distance, Luna did yet another flip, using her spin to give her hind leg the momentum it needed for the finishing blow. Yet, with a cool and calculated motion, Pharynx did a flip of his own, rotating his body as he flew so that he was upside down in midair. Luna’s kick came down on Pharynx’s tough, hard chest carapace, allowing him to absorb the blow as his wings snapped downwards intensely to give Pharynx a little kick upwards, catching Luna in an awkward position. Luna’s wings beat to push her away, but her angular momentum was too great to stop her butt from jamming right inside his maw. His tongue lashed out, winding around Luna’s flailing forelegs and wings before snapping tight to bind them to her sides.

The pair fell onto the floor with a heavy thud, with Pharynx straining hard to maintain his hold on Luna’s body. Despite being totally bound, she was definitely a fighter. He could feel her sheer strength as she struggled, and Pharynx knew that he couldn’t waste any time swallowing her lest she escape his grip. He just couldn't believe his trick worked. As a changeling, he was a natural at feigning anger and coaxing Luna into a sense of false confidence. He was just surprised she was stupid enough to fall for it.

“I...uuuughn,” Luna groaned, trying her best to slip her limbs out of the tight tongue that bound her. She looked down, seeing Pharynx beginning to shift himself to have greater leverage over her. In a panic, Luna tried to wiggle her but free of his constricting lips, but all she did was just inch herself deeper into his mouth. She could feel her tail dock push up against the pulsating flesh at the back of his throat, kissing her rear with its eager puckering that heralded its opening. She felt herself sink deeper as a powerful contraction sucked her bony rear end into Pharynx’s throat. Luna couldn’t help but roll her eyes; if only she had joined her sister for cake, perhaps her butt would have been too fat for Pharynx to swallow.

“P-Prince Pharynx! Alright, I admit it, you won, you are victorious and have brought much honor to your nation! I apologize for my previous remark! There is no need to continue any further!” She said, trying to keep her voice steady and composed. Unfortunately for her, Pharynx answered with another gulp, sucking her deeper into his esophagus and increasing his vice-like hold on her posterior. She shuddered as she watched his dark green lips slowly obscure her own cutie mark, and realized the gravity of the situation that she was in. “Now now, Prince Pharynx, let’s be logical. You can’t eat me! It would start a war between our two nations! Surely my sister will want your head!”

“Ssllll-uh wrrrn vvvr i-ounn” Pharynx groaned, finding it downright impossible to speak with a mouth and throat full of princess. He just shrugged, deciding to remain silent as he swallowed again, now bringing his lips the base of her wings. He could feel Luna’s cold obsidian horseshoes brushing against his face in her struggling, and Pharynx took a moment to telekinetically remove the rest of her regalia from her. She yelped in fear as she saw her chestpiece cover her sight as it was lifted up and over her head, neatly placed on a nearby table to get it out of the way. Pharynx tightened his tongue to restrict Luna’s forelegs completely, allowing his lips the opportunity to creep up over them. Another strong gulp sent Luna even further into Pharynx’s mouth, pinning all six of her limbs in an inescapable embrace.

Pharynx knew that it was over at this point, and Luna’s panicked squealing suggested that she knew it too. Regardless, Pharynx decided to use this moment to take a break and reassess the situation. Within the confines of his mouth, his tongue unbound Luna and relaxed back to its normal size, though the tightness of his lips meant that Luna got little reprieve in the way of being able to move.He found footing, and Pharynx was able to stand up with a big heave. Luna wasn’t as heavy as he thought she’d be, making it comparatively easy for him to crane his neck upwards as if he was displaying her like a trophy to be marveled at. In actuality, he was straightening out his throat and positioning her so that gravity would take some of the strain off his throat muscles, but the guests were utterly enthralled all the same. All eyes were on Luna, and everywhere she looked she was met with gawking and eager jeers. It was shocking to her that her own subjects could be so eager about her demise, but she was in too much of a panic to find the words to say anything.

“P-Please, Pharynx!” Luna began to beg as another gulp sent her much deeper than the ones before had. She almost felt like she was falling, before the hot, tight insides of Phraynx’s throat gripped her almost crushingly. She could feel his pillowy flesh smush against her body sickeningly, perfectly molding to every curve and contour of her form. Luna looked down, horrified to see the outline of her own body bulging out underneath the chitin of Pharynx’s neck. She could see a huge crack in his carapace where her hind leg had landed, but this didn’t seem to faze the hungry prince. She cursed herself for having fallen for Pharynx’s maneuver, and wondered if this had been his plan from the very start.

Another gulp sent Luna sinking all the way down until the bottom of her jaw graced Pharynx’s lip. She began to really panic now, and began to thrash around despite the titanic tightness of Pharynx’s throat. She could feel a ring of flesh open up and allow her rear and tail to slip through, and she knew that only a miracle could save her now.

“Pharynx! Wait!” Luna said, but she was unable to complete her sentence. She was cut short by one last gulp that sent her head and face sinking down Pharynx’s gullet. Her last view of the outside world before Pharynx’s lips shut was one of a lights dancing across the nightclub’s ceiling. Fortunately, his bioluminescent changeling flesh meant that Luna wouldn’t have to suffer darkness while her body was squeezed and compressed all the way down his throat. The pressure was almost unbearable, constricting Luna to the point of breathlessness and popping her joints and spine. In her haze, she thought that it would have been a fine massage if she didn’t have a stomach to await her at the end. Pharynx’s throat took about thirty seconds to finally ferry her all the way down, depositing her into a fleshy sack that was only marginally more spacious than Pharynx’s throat. However, it was significantly more stretchy and less constricting, which allowed Luna to finally shift around from the awkward pose that she was swallowed in.

On the outside, Pharynx closed his eyes and licked his lips, savoring the remnants of flavor from Luna’s starry mane that lingered on his lips. His foreleg grasped his stomach, loving the feeling of Luna shifting around within him. The other changeling in the club, the one who had helped Pharynx by slipping the magic-blocking hornring on Luna, retrieved several pillows from the lounge cushions, piling them up to allow Pharynx to flop himself down on them. Luna was slightly taller than he was, and her compressed body in his stomach still reached down to the floor of the nightclub. Normal ponies may be small enough for him to manage, but there was no way he could move in this state. As he got comfortable on the pile of pillows, the nightclub erupted in applause.

“Wonderfully done, Mr. Pharynx!” said a hippogriff standing nearby.

“Thanks for making me 500 bits richer!” said a stallion, patting Pharynx which prompted a wet belch.

“For the winner!” A unicorn mare said as she levitated Luna’s regalia and playfully dressed Pharynx with it, despite it not being his size.

“Aww, thanks!” Pharynx said. “Let it be known that changelings are master predators! But, it’s not over yet. She still has to digest, after all. Anycreature here is free to help, even prey. Trust me, I don’t have room for anyone else after this.”

The Aftermath

Ponies eagerly trotted up to Pharynx’s engorged gut, tenderly rubbing the lumpy bulge that Luna made underneath his carapace. They giggled as she thrashed around underneath their touch, until one of the prey felt a tongue whip around her neck and yank her away from the stomach, guiding her head to look into a glowing changeling throat.

“H-hey!I thought you said I’d be safe!” The prey stammered.

“I said I didn’t have more room. My loyal subject, though…” Pharynx added coyly. With a wink, he signaled the changeling to ravenously devour the prey mare. While she disappeared, another one of the belly rubbers put his ear to Pharynx’s belly.

“Aww, she’s screaming in there,” he said as he heard Luna’s muffled screams of panic.

“Oh don’t worry, she won’t be screaming for long,” Pharynx said with a belch and a chuckle. “Changeling digestive fluid has a corrupting effect on the mind. It overloads the senses with euphoria until a meal can feel nothing but complete and utter bliss.”

“Oh huh, that sounds awesome,” one of the prey belly rubbers exclaimed. “I gotta meet and changeling pred one of these days!”

“Well, our Gorbfest festival is next month. Why don’t you book at train ticket to the Hive at some travel agency? You won’t be disappointed, if you catch my drift,” Pharynx said with a wink, making the prey smile and flush red.

As Pharynx’s belly was kneaded on the outside, Luna continued to struggle on inside of his stomach. Very loud gurgling noises heralded the secretion of a glowing green liquid from the soft walls, which began to pool in great amounts at the bottom of the stomach. In a matter of minutes, the liquid reached up to her shoulders, and every attempt to lift herself out of the fluid was snuffed out by Pharynx’s powerful stomach muscles pushing her back down into the muck. She could feel a warm tingliness already and rubbing and churning worked the fluid deep into her fur and to her skin, making her heart race. She exhausted herself trying to fight against Pharynx’s overpowering stomach, forcing her to cause her screaming and stop moving as she caught her breath.

The air in the stomach was heavy and humid, and had a taste and smell that made Luna think of sour pineapples. It wasn’t a scent that she could say that she enjoyed in particular, but it wasn’t a scent she particularly minded either. She wondered how much fresh air she’d have in here, and did her best to calm herself on the reasoning that she’d use less oxygen if she wasn’t panicking. The ever-growing tingling sensation on her skin was a constant reminder that she had to think quickly, but she considered herself lucky that it wasn’t painful. In fact, taking a moment to focus on it, she realized it felt rather pleasant. The gentle rocking and pinching of her body by the surrounding stomach walls relaxed her muscles, which were aching from her fight. For now, Luna was content to let her body be kneaded and massaged as she thought up a plan to escape this harsh yet strangely comfortable prison...a plan she’d surely executed after a five minute break…

Back to the outside, the guests continued to rub Phaynx’s belly, happily aiding in the digestion of their princess. They took turns, allowing others to feel the bulges under Pharynx’s carapace slowly calm down. They continued to shift around, but everyone could tell that Luna’s fight was over. In fact, several guests blushed when they first heard a muffled moan come from within Pharynx’s powerful body.

“Yep, sounds like she’s succumbing to the enchantment,” Pharynx said as he slapped his own gut, eliciting a moan loud enough for others in the vicinity to hear. “I can definitely feel her growing love for my stomach radiating out from her…gosh, it’s intense…don’t stop rubbing…”

The changeling prince laid his head down on the pile of pillows, shifting his gut around and making it slosh about. He closed his eyes, basking in the energy that he was extracting from Luna. He had eaten several ponies before, but the love radiating from Luna was far more powerful than anything he had felt before. It radiated throughout his whole body in waves, making him feel warm and energized to the point where he began to get a little dizzy. His tongue rolled out of his mouth, and his eyes were half-shut, staring into nothingness as the pleasure coursed through him.

Indeed, on the inside of the stomach, Luna was very rapidly finding it to be more pleasant than she could have ever imagined. The tingling sensation had grown to a feeling of being tickled all across her body.It made her so sensitive that each and every touch made her body sing with pleasure. Every time the stomach walls pressed in to churn her around, moans of joys erupted from her mouth. It just felt so good that Luna could hardly believe it. In fact, she realized that it shouldn’t feel this good. This overpowering haze in her head felt like some sort of magical spell, but she was in no condition to attempt to break it.

“What’s…ughn…happening to me…it feels…too good…I can’t…think clearly…” Luna moaned to herself. The pool of gastric juices rose sinisterly as Pharynx’s stomach shrank more and more around her, bathing Luna in fluid up to her neck. She continued to breathe heavily, trying to focus through the bliss that she was very quickly drowning out all other thoughts in her head. However, it was difficult to ignore the swirling cascade of euphoria that washed over her much like the stomach fluids did, so much so that it was hard for her to notice her limbs beginning to grow numb, or that the glowing green liquid was quickly becoming a dark blue identical to Luna’s fur. Indeed, if she had a mirror, she might notice that she was beginning to look a bit less together. Dark blue droplets of goop dripped off of her, and she looking significantly more glossy in the soft light of Pharynx’s bioluminescence. Wherever Pharynx’s stomach walls kissed her body, goopy strands of melted mare well pulled away from her. Luna knew that if she didn’t find a way out soon, she’d melt like an ice cream cone on a hot summer day. But, in the back of her mind, she wondered if that would be so bad…

Pharynx rested on the pillows for two whole hours, letting guests freely come up and feel their former ruler slowly transition between the stages of digestion. Rumbles turned to gurgles as the stomach processed her, then into glorps and sloshes as Luna began to slough apart under the relentless goopification. Pharynx’s stomach smoothed out as her features melted into each other, although one could still hear faint moans even as his gut became totally round. Finally, Luna made one final, thunderous moan as her hours of mind-numbing bliss came to a climax, before finally falling silent. Pharynx could feel the last remnants of her body melt away into love soup, with a loud belch signaling his ultimate victory.

“That about does it,” Pharynx said as he began to come down from his own love-high. “She was delicious.”

“Oh, you’ve finally finished her off?” Asked the other changeling as he caressed his own round tum filled with digested mare. “What next? You gonna burp up her soul?”

“Nah, I can feel her willingly merging with me. Seems like not even princesses can resist the blissful existence within our bodies,” Pharynx said as he slowly stood up. His stomach had shrunk, but still bulged out obscenely. It would take all night to absorb every last drop of her body and essence. “I’m gonna hit the dance floor and try to work off this chub that she’s going to give me, plus it’s always nice to show off to the ponies that not even their ruler could stop herself from being a meal for us.”

The changeling subject giggled, licking his lips and falling back into a food coma as the club slowly returned to normal.

Epilogue

Celestia stepped forward with a fire in her eyes. It had been over a month since she last saw her sister, and her investigators had found out that the last consistent account of her appearance was her trotting into a strange nightclub tucked away in a seedy corner of the city. Her staff could find no account of her after that, and known patrons of the club all claimed to conveniently not notice her that night. Their efforts had been fruitless, but she was determined to get to the root of the matter even if she had to do it herself. She stomped passed the line to the front, looking down at the bouncers with a stern resignation.

“Oh my, Princess Celestia! We are honored that you grace our presence tonight!” Said the bouncer.

“I’m not here for pleasantries, good sir,” she said with an uncharacteristic firmness. “I’m here on serious business. I demand entry.”

The two bouncers shared a quick glance.

“Um, yes, right…Princess, the club requires a password to enter. Do you know it?” Asked the bouncer.

“No, but I demand entry on royal privilege. The matter at hoof concerns the wellbeing of Equestria. You will let me enter,” Celestia said, tapping her hoof on the cobblestone street.

The two bouncers shared another glance, this one more drawn out than before. Finally the older bouncer gave a subtle nod.

“Very well. Rules are rules. For you, Princess, a special green guest lapel. Welcome to the Equestrian Gastromic Society. Have a pleasant evening.”