Pinkie Pie slithered towards Minuette, Lemon hearts, and Twinkleshine. The three of them were adorably piled up, their coils overlapping and intersecting in a serpentine version of a dog pile.

Too bad Pinkie was about to ruin it.

She raised two cymbals and smashed them together, producing a ringing noise that startled the three of them awake.

“Ow! Pinkie, what the hell?” Minuette asked, clasping her hands over her ears to numb the pain.

“Wake up, sleepyheads!” Pinkie shouted. “We’re going clubbing!”

“What?” Lemon Hearts shouted out. “What did she say?”

“I don’t know! Something about knowing rubbing?”

Pinkie grimaced and looked at her cymbals. She was probably going to have to downgrade them into something less deafening.

“Why did you wake us up, Pinkie?” Minuette complained, rubbing at her head.

“Come on!” Pinkie lifted Minuette and Lemon Hearts up off the ground with her arms, and then Twinkleshine with her tail. “We’re going clubbing!”

“Clubbing?” Twinkleshine asked. “Won’t people notice us?”

“Not if we make sure to ask Twilight for a spiffy spell first!” Pinkie replied. “I’m sure she’ll help us if we ask nicely.”

“Okay. Let’s say Twilight is in a good mood and does help us to get into a club.” She looked at Pinkie. “What would we even be doing there? How does that at all help with the greater mission?”

“You’re so serious all of a sudden! Does there to have to be some greater purpose to everything we do?” Pinkie replied. “We can just go and enjoy ourselves and have fun! A proper ladies’ night!”

There was a pause.

“And also, there will be lots of ponies there we can charm and eat.”

“Now you’re talking!” Lemon Hearts agreed.

The night came, and with it came four hungry ladies on the prowl, looking for stooges to devour and hapless victims to convert to their cause.

Pinkie swung the doors to the establishment wide open, startling the receptionist at the front desk.

The four of them appeared scaleless, their legs seemingly restored through the power of Twilight’s illusions. They wore short dresses with wide, long skirts in varying colors.

Pinkie sauntered on up to the front desk, sashaying her hips as she did.

The receptionist, over his earlier fright, cleared his throat. “Can I help you, miss?”

“You can,” Pinkie Pie said, giving him the bedroom eyes. “See, my friends here and I are just so awfully bored and we were hoping your establishment might just provided the entertainment we need.”

“Yeah,” Lemon Hearts said. “My doctor’s always saying I need to get out of the house more.”

“While I understand your predicament, ladies,” the receptionist with a touch of subtle sarcasm, “I am not sure that this is the establishment to cater to your needs. We serve a very exclusive kind of clientele here.”

“Really?” Pinkie asked. “What kind of clientele?”

The receptionist chuckled. “If you have to ask, you’re probably not it.”

“Oh no?” Pinkie leaned over on the desk, allowing him to look down her top. “Perhaps I convince you we are.”

The receptionist didn’t bite into Pinkie’s attempted seduction, instead calmly taking his palm and using it to push her head away.

“Miss,” the receptionist hissed, his patience for their antics growing thin, “you’ve done nothing to convince me you should be allow within the building.”

“I got this,” Lemon Hearts said, walking up to the desk. “Obviously, Pinkie, you’re not using the right methods. The man speaks a very specific language.” She produced her wallet and placed it down on the desk.

The receptionist opened it, flipped through it, then tossed it onto the floor.

“That is far below the kind of money you’re expected to spend here,” he said.

“What are we doing?” Pinkie asked. She grabbed him by the cheeks, and he was stunned at how strong her hand was around him.

She pulled his face towards her eyes and locked eyes, beaming hypnotic swirls into his. His eyes became the same swirling colors.

“You’re going to let us in,” Pinkie demanded. “Because we’ve already paid the entry fee, right?”

“You’ve … you’ve already paid,” the receptionist repeated.

“That’s right. And not only that, but we’re going to come back for you, and when we do, you’re going to come with us, no matter how odd or weird it may seem, okay?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he agreed.

“Good.” Pinkie let him go, breaking the spell, at least for now. They’d back for him later, but she didn’t really feel like eating him now. He was too pale for a good starter meal or appetizer. No, she wanted something lively.

“Enjoy your time,” the receptionist said, allowing them inside while rubbing his cheek and wondering why he felt so dizzy all of a sudden. “I should go lay down...”

“We’re in,” Lemon Hearts grinned, treating it like they were in a heist movie and had just arrived at the location they intended to rob. “What do we do now?”

“Look for ponies, of course,” Pinkie Pie. “Ponies who look tasty. Ponies who’d make good lamia.”

“Wouldn’t that be all of them, though?” Minuette suggested, licking her lips and looking at the dance floor with hungry eyes. So many moving bodies dancing and swaying to the music and the lights, like stalks of unguarded corn swaying in the wind, ripe for the taking. “They all look so tasty.”

“Hey, hey,” Pinkie scolded her. “Ease up on the creep factor. You’re going to give us away.”

“Ah, big deal,” Twinkleshine said. “I’m sure we can handle any trouble that comes our way with our tails.”

“Well, isn’t this an interesting bunch!”

“Quiet,” Pinkie whispered harshly. “Let me lead.”

“And what makes you say that?” Pinkie turned to the speaker, surprised to find that it was Fleur-de-lis, standing all by her lonesome. “Fleur-de-lise? What are you doing here? Aren’t you Fancypants’ girlfriend?”

“I’m a lot of things to a lot of people,” Fleur-de-lis replied with a wink. “And please, just call me Fleur.”

“Okay … but no, really, what are you doing here?” Pinkie asked.

“Yeah, you were rated ‘Canterlot’s Most Well Loved Couple’ in Forceps magazine!” Minuette added.

Fleur waved her hand. “You don’t really buy into everything those gossipy magazines say, do you?”

Minuette blushed and stumbled.

“Look, ladies, sometimes a girl just has to get out there and meet new people. Make new friends. Learn new dances.” She turned around and thrust herself backwards, bumping her butt against Pinkie’s hip. “You know what I mean?”

Pinkie smirked, getting an idea. “Oh, I think do. Girls, why don’t you hit the dance floor and find a partner? I’ll take care of the lovely miss Fleur here.”

“Hey, what if I want to take care of the lovely miss Fleur?” Minuette protested.

Fleur chuckled and rubbed Minuette's cheek. “There’s no need to get feisty, Minuette . I’m sure you’ll have a chance to dance with me before the night is over.”

“Yeah,” Minuette said, turning away and giggling, satisfied with just that small amount of attention Fleur had given her. “You’re probably right.”

“Of course, the night might be a lot shorter than you’d think,” Pinkie muttered.

“Hmm? What was that, Pinkie?” Fleur asked.

“Nothing! So, you were wanting to dance?”

Fleur took Pinkie’s wrist and brought her over to the dance floor, where they started dancing, shaking their elbows and wiggling their hips.

“So, what happened to your usual group?” Fleur asked Pinkie.

“My usual group?”

“Yeah. You know, Twilight, Rarity, Rainbow Dash? I never see you without at least one of them. You didn’t have a bad breakup or something, did you?”

“No, no, nothing like that at all. Although, there is a little bit of a .. dispute between some of our friends about how to process a … certain event that’s happened, but I think we’ll figure it out soon enough.”

“Oh, good,” Fleur said. “You had me worried there for a moment.”

“Well, I wouldn’t want do to that!” Pinkie sidled up to Fleur , placing her arms on Fleur's shoulders. “I want you to relax, Fleur! And be happy! And just let all your worries … melt away.”

“My, you’re certainly being awfully forward!” Fleur said as Pinkie grabbed hold of her. Shoulders. Their eyes locked together, and Fleur found herself suddenly staring down a barrel of colors, like a large cave with lights coming from the inside of it. “Uh ...”

“That’s it,” Pinkie whispered, wiggling her eyebrows. “Stare into my eyes. Lose yourself in the colors. Trust in meee, your good friend Pinkie Pie.”

Fleur broke the stare and Pinkie’s shoulder hold, moving away and closing her eyes.

“That was weird,” Fleur said. “Pinkie, I just saw the strangest thing.”

“Did you know,” Pinkie asked, rolling her eyes at Fleur’s thwarting her, however temporarily.

“Yeah, they were like … all these colors and they were spinning around. To tell you the truth, I think I was tripping out, but I don’t know where I would have taken something like that unless they spike the drinks here.”

“Maybe they do,” Pinkie suggested.

“Really? That seems like a poor business model.”

Pinkie shrugged. “You never know with some people. One day, everything seems fine, the next, it turns out they were a front for a drug ring all along!”

“Have you … had some experience with this, Pinkie?” Fleur asked sympathetically.

“A time or two,” Pinkie shook her head. “But let’s not think about that. Tonight is supposed to be fun.” She grabbed Fleur’s hands and pulled Fleur to her, dancing with her in a slower style more fit for a church than a night club.

“Interesting choice,” Fleur commented on Pinkie’s choice of dance.

“I’m just full of surprises,” Pinkie said. She wrapped her arm around Fleur's back and placed a hand on Fleur's shoulder to hold her steady.

“Watch the hands,” Fleur
snapped, getting suspicious.

“Who, me? Why, I’d never dream of doing something … inappropriate.”

Fleur didn’t seem convinced, but Pinkie had a solid grip around her shoulder and back now to keep her from escaping.

Pinkie activated her hypnosis again, and this time, Fleur couldn’t pull away.

“I don’t … what’s happening?” Fleur asked as the spirals overtook her vision and she became suddenly very disoriented, like she was floating in an empty room, which seemed all the stranger given how she knew she was just in a busy club full of people and lights.

“Shh, shh,” Pinkie told her. “Just relax. Focus on my eyes. Yes. You like looking into my eyes, don’t you? They’re so pretty. You can’t look away. You don’t want to. You want to keep staring into my eyes, into the colors, letting them wash over you … wash over your mind. Relax, Fleur-de-lis, relax.”

“Relax,” Fleur
repeated. “Relax.” She nodded. “Okay. I’m relaxing.” Her fingers went slack on Pinkie’s shoulders, satisfying Pinkie that she was deep under.

“Good,” Pinkie said. “Now, Fleur, I want you to think about food. About eating. You probably don’t think about food that much when you’re not hungry, do you?”

“No?” Fleur answered, not sure what to think.

“Haven’t you ever wondered would it be like? To be food? Be eaten? By prey, not predator?”

“I don’t…”

“Shh. Yes, you have. It’s always been a little fantasy of yours, just a little thing in the back of your head you’ve wanted to try. You want to be eaten. You want to be consumed, swallowed whole – but only by someone you care about. Someone you trust. Someone you know who loves you and would keep you warm and comfy inside their belly. Doesn’t that sound good?”

“Yes,” Fleur nodded, smiling a dopey smile. “That does sound good.”

“Great!” Pinkie glanced over her shoulder. Others were starting to notice that Fleur
didn’t seem entirely right in the head. “Why don’t we go to the bathroom and freshen up? You look like you could do with a splash of water to the face.”

“Okay,” Fleur mindlessly agreed, and Pinkie dragged her limply to the ladies’ room.

Pinkie checked the coast was clear and brought Fleur inside of a stall. She licked her lips, eager to have Fleur fill her empty tummy.

“Relax, Fleur ,” Pinkie reinforced. “Relax.”

“I’m relaxed,” Fleur insisted.

“Good.” Pinkie stroked Fleur’s cheek lovingly. “Now, Fleur , I want you to get hotter, and hornier, and get more and more excited about the idea of me eating you. Of consuming you. Of uniting your flesh with my body, together in one – just like a marriage, don’t you think?”

“Yes ...” Fleur agreed, blushing from the arousal that sprang up and spread through her body. She covered her lap with her hands, not wanting anybody to see that her slit was beginning to wink.

Pinkie stretched her jaw, drool coming off her fangs as she looked forward to devouring her prey. She dispelled the illusion, reaching her tail out to wrap around Fleur’s waist and lift her up into the air.

A clubber came into the restroom, saw Fleur being manhandled by a giant pinkish red tail, and decided to hold it and left.

Fleur moaned and panted, seeing Pinkie’s gaping maw stretching out before her, like a cave filled with unlimited potential. She wanted to go in there, to explore, to see what could be found and make new discoveries, not just in the cave, but in herself.

“Ready?” Pinkie asked, her voice distorted as she spoke with her mouth wide open.

“I’m ready!” Fleur agreed. “I’m so, so ready!”

Pinkie dropped her prey inside. Fleur's upper body plugged up into Pinkie’s throat, her legs flailing around Pinkie’s mouth, and Pinkie had to work to choke her down. Annoying, but ultimately little more than busywork for a powerful lamia like herself.

Moans escaped Pinkie’s mouth as Fleur had an emission inside her throat, cum spewing out of her winking slit as she slid down into the moist tunnel of Pinkie’s mouth.

“Mm … so good,” Pinkie brushed her fingers over her throat, savoring the taste of Fleur’s orgasm. It was so sweet, like drinking a fine syrup.

Pinkie grunted when Fleur hit her stomach, dropping to the bottom like a stone in water.

“Yes…” Pinkie rubbed her belly appreciatively. “That’s it, dear. Just relax and get comfy. Let Auntie Pinkie take care of everything from now on. Well, at least until you’re a big and strong lamia yourself and you can look after yourself.” She bent down and kissed her navel, hoping to transfer the kiss to Fleur herself. She felt an uncomfortable sensation in her belly, like Fleur was trashing around.

“Oh, don’t be like that,” Pinkie said. “You’ll make a beautiful lamia, Fleur. All you have to do is hop inside…”

On on the dance floor, Twinkle Shine and Lemon Hearts were still sizing the other club-goers, trying to decide on who would be their next snack. They were having trouble agreeing on a good couple for them to go after.

“What about that one?” Twinkle Shine suggested.

“Too thin.”

“That one?”

“Too tall.”

“Well, you’re going to have pick someone!” Lemon Hearts snapped. “I’m hungry, and I’m not going to wait around all night just so you can find Mr. Right!”

Twinkle Shine’s eyes widened. “I don’t think you’ll have to. I found him.”

“What? Really?” Lemon Hearts peeked her head over to see who had caught Twinkle Shine’s interest.

“Jet Set?” Lemon Hearts said. “Huh. That’s weird. You wouldn’t really think this would be his scene. Or Uppercrust’s, for that matter.”

“Whatever,” Twinkle Shine replied. “The importing thing is that they’re here, now, ripe for the taking. For the eating.” She licked her lips, eyeing Jet Set hungrily.

“Hey,” Lemon Hearts patted her on the shoulder. “At least try to be a little subtle about what you really want.”

“Subtlety is for the weak,” Twinkle Shine said, earning an eye roll out of Twinkle Shine.

“If you’re going to go after Jet Set, it would be such a shame for Uppercrust to be left all alone on the dance floor…” Twinkle Shine added, rubbing her hands together in excitement. “So, how do you want to approach this?”

“What did I just say?” Twinkle Shine replied. She started walking right up to them.

“Are you nuts?” Lemon Hearts asked. “You can’t just walk up to them like that! They’ll know something’s up!”

“It’ll be fine, quit your worrying,” Twinkle Shine said. “We just have to go up to them and act natural, and they won’t suspect a thing.”

Twinkle Shine approached the two of them, getting close enough for them to notice her approach.

“Hey, Jet Set!” Twinkle Shine said.

“Do I know you?” Jet Set asked. He stepped back as if repulsed by her odor.

“Oh, no, I don’t think you do! I’ve just been a big fan of yours for the longest time,” Twilight Shine tittered. “I just love the way that you spend huge gobs of money on capitalist enterprises.”

“Well, I do try,” Jet Set said. “So now that you’re here, my big fan, what would you ask of me?” He smiled, enjoying the attention. “Advise on how to invest? What businesses to invest in? How to crush perky eco-friendly jump-start projects before they have a chance to threaten your monopoly?”

Upper Crust crossed her arms and glowered, upset that this stranger was taking the attention of her man away from her.

“Hey there, Upper Crust,” Lemon Hearts said, waltzing up behind her and wrapping an arm around Upper Crust’s shoulder. She’d objected to Twinkle Shine’s plan at first, but she rolled with it and it seemed to be working. “Bet you’re feeling pretty upset right now, huh? It must be so irritating to see him give away all that free attention to someone other than you.”

“It is,” Upper Crust admitted. Then she smacked Twinkle Shine’s hand off her and gave her a glare. “Just who are you, and why should I care?”

“Name’s Lemon Hearts!” Lemon Hearts set about wrapping her arm again, establishing a sense of possessiveness that Upper Crust was sure she didn’t like. “And if you’ll let me, I’d like to hear all about your troubles… ”

She gave Upper Crust a quick, brief dash of hypnosis, timing it just right so that the rave lights would cover it up and give her a plausible deniability.

Upper Crust had more than half a mind to tell her to shove off, but she felt a ping in her head that made her more open to the idea of company.

“Yes…” Upper Crust said. “Yes, I think I would like that very much.”

“Great!” Lemon Hearts spun her around. “Why don’t we go someone less crowded?” She flashed a grin at Twinkle Shine as she escorted Upper Crust off the dance floor.

Like Pinkie, Twinkle Shine brought Upper Crust into the ladies’ restroom, as it was the most convenient place for them to be alone.

Upper Crust looked around the room with concern. “Are you sure this is the most romantic location?”

“Two ladies in a private restroom, sneaking off to do something naughty while everyone else is distracted … what could be more romantic?” Twinkle Shine asked.

“I don’t know, perhaps more flowers and dancing and less … plumbing,” she wrinkled her nose, obviously irritated by the smell.

Twinkle Shine didn’t know what she had to complain about. Her own lamia nose was far sharper than a regular pony’s, and the room smelled fine to her.

“What is that?” Upper Crust pointed to a stall.

Twinkle Shine’s heart stopped when she saw the masses of a familiar reddish-pink tail curled up inside a stall. Pinkie Pie was still digesting.

“We should go,” Upper Crust said, slowly making her way to the door.

Twinkle Shine grabbed her by the arm. “It’s nothing, I’m sure it’s fine.”

“Giant dragon tails coming out of bathroom stalls is anything but fine!” Upper Crust slapped Twinkle Shine’s hand away.

“Hey!” Pinkie Pie shouted, lifting her body up over the stall. “This is a lamia tail, thank you very much!”

Upper Crust froze, taken aback. “I recognize you. You’re one of Princess Twilight’s friends. But what are you doing here, and what … is that?” She pointed to the tail.

“The same thing everypony who’s here is doing – having a good time!” Pinkie slithered up over the stall, her tail sliding over it like a towel on a shower rod, and she made her way towards Upper Crust, encircling her inside of a tub made of her tail before Upper Crust had the chance to escape.

“And we could have a very good time together, couldn’t we, Upper Crust?” Pinkie asked, placing a finger under Upper Crust’s chin.

“Hey, back off,” Twinkle Shine said. “I saw her first.”

“That’s fine, that’s fine,” Pinkie said. “I didn’t mean to interrupt your meal, Twinkle Shine. I just thought I might lend a helping hand.”

“Meal?” Upper Crust asked. She heard all she needed to, and in a surprisingly rational decision for a rich and elite, she tried to run away and climb over Pinkie’s tail to get to the exit. But Pinkie simply whipped her tail around and smacked Upper Crust in the head, knocking her to the floor.

“That was rude,” Pinkie said. “You weren’t excused from the dinner table.”

“I … I…” Upper Crust stammered, crawling away only to hit her back up against another section of Pinkie’s tail. “I have a lot of money. I-I don’t suppose you’d be open to a bribe?”

Pinkie Pie chuckled. “No.”

Pinkie lashed the tip of her tail around Upper Crust’s head, wrapping it around from her scalp to her chin like a headdress, and locked eyes with her, blasting Upper Crust with her own hypnosis.

“Pinkie!” Twinkle Shine complained.

“I know, I know, I’m just helping,” Pinkie said. “Now, Upper Crust, listen to me carefully. My friend here is very hungry. Starving, almost. And we have a particular diet nowadays. It’s part of this little club we’re in. We eat ponies. But we don’t chew, like some kind of monster. We swallow them whole. You’re going to be fine, okay? But Twinkle Shine needs you inside her. She needs you to fill up her poor empty stomach. Will you do that for us, Upper Crust?”

That was a loaded question, as Upper Crust’s eyes had been nothing but spirals for a good long while now. Upper Crust opened her mouth to speak slowly, as if thinking enough to talk was too much of a strain.

“Yes,” Upper Crust said. “I’ll … let Pinkie eat me.”

“Good. And will you enjoy it? Will you love it?” Pinkie tightened her grip on Twinkle Shine’s head. “Will you just get so turned on by the sight of her mouth that you could just orgasm on the spot? Doesn’t that sound nice?”

Upper Crust nodded. Talking at all was too much work.

Pinkie unwrapped her tail from Upper Crust and moved away. “She’s all yours.”

Twinkle Shine stretched her mouth open, her fangs filling in as cast away her disguise. She slithered towards Upper Crust, but she didn’t have to bother; Upper Crust walked towards her and put her head straight into Twinkle Shine’s mouth, grabbing Twinkle Shine’s ears like handles and climbing inside.

Twinkle Shine threw her head back to catch Upper Crust into her throat. Upper Crust’s legs flailed outside as Twinkle Shine sucked her down. Upper Crust’s moans echoed inside the spacious maw, and cum dripped down Twinkle Shine’s lips as Upper Crust’s slit passed her monstrous teeth.

A lumped form in Twinkle Shine as she continued working on bringing Upper Crust down into her gullet. Twinkle Shine scrunched up her face – for some reason Upper Crust was proving harder to choke down than she was used to, but she managed, at last feeling the sensation of Upper Crust traveling down her esophagus, into her stomach, where her victim would rest for a while and keep the hunger at bay before transforming and becoming a lamia, joining their ever growing family.

Twinkle Shine sighed. “That was very filling.”

“Glad to hear it,” Pinkie said. “Come on, let’s go see how the others are doing.”

They slithered out of the restroom, not caring if anybody saw them with their disguises off. They were powerful, fast, and easily able to dominate minds – what would any of the other ponies at the club even going to do to them?

“Are you sure this is necessary?” Jet Set asked Lemon Hearts as Lemon Hearts guided them over to a corner. He couldn’t help but notice how they had separated themselves from the rest of the dancing crowd. “It seems … lonely here.”

“That’s the point, silly,” Lemon Hearts said. “We can’t have a very intimate dance session if there are ponies watching at us from every angle?”

“Intimate? I think we may have had a misunderstanding, Miss Hearts. My heart is spoken for.”

“Something tells me she won’t mind,” Lemon Hearts cupped Jet Set’s cheek and began hypnotizing him. “That’s what you came here for, isn’t it? To have a bit of fun? To try new experiences?”

“Well, yes, I suppose ...” Jet Set’s eyelids fluttered as her swirling eyes made him drowsy. “I suppose you’re right, yes.”

“Good. Then dance with me, Jet Set.”

Lemon Hearts placed her hands on his shoulder, and they danced together with her leading, Jet Set following in her footsteps beat for beat. The music the club was playing seemed to fade away into the distance, not just for Jet Set, who had the benefit of having his mind messed with, but also for Lemon Hearts. Part of her began wanting it to be real, that there was a connection there, a spark forming for a real romance instead of a ploy to devour. But alas, it wasn’t to be. She could feel the hunger stirring in her belly, and Twilight would have never approved of her trying to have a normal relationship when they had the whole banquet of the rest of Equestria to eat and transform.

What exactly they would do for their recurrent, specialized hunger once they had transformed all of the ponies and there were none left to eat, they hadn’t gotten that far on.

“Lemon Hearts, is it?” Fancypants said, approaching the two of them, causing Lemon Hearts to stumble with surprise and step on Jet Set’s foot.

“Ow!” Jet Set shouted and glowered at Lemon Hearts, the pain giving him a distraction to take him out from his hypnotized state, at least for a moment.

“Fancypants!” Lemon Hearts said. “What are you doing here?”

“I was here with Fleur-de-lis,” Fancypants said. “I haven’t been able to find her, which worries me. I don’t mind her going and meeting new people, of course, I’m doing the same thing, but usually she’s checked back in with by now. I’ve been asking around, as far as I can gather, some folks last saw her with Pinkie Pie, and last saw Pinkie Pie with you and your friends. I don’t suppose you could tell me where they went?”

“I mean, I could,” Lemon Hearts said. “But I don’t see why I should. What’s in it for me?”

Fancypants chuckled, which Lemon Hearts did not think was a good sign.

“Miss,” Fancypants placed a hand on Lemon Hearts’ shoulder. “I know I have something of a reputation as a nice person. One of the white sheep of the Canterlot’s rich and wealthy elite. As a ‘nice guy.’ But it would behoove you to tell me what you know, as if I find out that you and your friends have somehow brought harm to the woman I love ...”

Fancypants inched his hand from Lemon Hearts’ shoulder to the back of Lemon Hearts’ neck, and Lemon Hearts felt real fear for a moment that he was going to choke her, forgetting for a moment that her lamia body could easily overpower him if she tried.

“I can be quite nasty indeed,” Fancypants said.

Okay, new plan, Lemon Hearts thought. Forget Jet Set. Get Fancypants before he ruins everything.

She went running to the restroom.

“Pinkie!” Lemon Hearts shouted. “Pinkie Pie, we have a problem!”

“Wait?” Pinkie groaned, peeking up from over the stall, climbing out. “I’m in the middle of something here. Fleur-de-lis is quite a handful.” As if on cue, a grumbling erupted from her stomach like she was hungry.

“It’s Fancypants,” Lemon Hearts said. “He’s on to us. He’s gonna start doing something if we don’t stop him!”

“Do something?” Pinkie asked. “I’ve always thought Fancypants to be a cool kind of guy. Why would he do … ‘something’”?”

“He’s trying to find Fleur-de-lis,” Lemon Hearts explained. “He thinks something may have happened to her. He’s going to start asking questions, Pinkie! I think he’s already got a plan!”

“Calm down, calm down,” Pinkie assured, slithering out from the stall and placing her hands on Lemon Hearts’ shoulders. “You’re overreacting.”

“I am?”

“Yes! There’s nothing wrong here. There’s an easy way to solve this problem. If all Fancypants wants is to know where Fleur-de-lis is, all we have to do … is show him.” Pinkie looked at and rubbed her tummy appreciatively.

“Oh,” Lemon Hearts said, nodding. It seemed so obvious now.

Lemon Hearts made her way back out to find Fancypants. He made the job easy for her, standing outside the entrance to the restroom, tapping his foot impatiently.

“Fancypants!” Lemon Hearts yelped, surprised to see him so close. Logically, she knew she had nothing to be afraid of – Fancypants was still a gentlemen, and wouldn’t strike until he was absolutely sure he had good reason to, and she had Pinkie nearby to come to her aid, but fear was an instinctive response, not a logical one.

“Fancy meeting you here,” Lemon Hearts squeaked out. “What are you doing so close to the ladies’ restroom? Is there something you want to tell me about yourself?”

“Ha ha, very funny,” Fancypants said drolly. “I’m here because I did some asking around and I have one witness who says they last saw Fleur heading into the restroom with Pinkie Pie. I’m waiting here for them because I would like to ask Miss Pie of Fleur’s whereabouts, and I’m not willing to step inside.”

“How good-mannered of you,” Lemon Hearts said, shrinking a little under the ferocity of his gaze.

Pinkie Pie popped her head out. “Did I hear someone say my name?”

“Yes,” Fancypants said. “Do you know where Fleur-de-lis is? Apparently, she was last seen with you.”

“Oh yeah, I know where she is,” Pinkie Pie answered. “I know exactly where she is. Just give me one second ...” and she disappeared back into the restroom, leaving Lemon Hearts alone with Fancypants.

“Wait!” Lemon Hearts shouted. She noticed Fancypants glaring at her suspiciously and forced out a nervous chuckle in a failed attempt to alleviate the tension.

Fancypants started rolling up his sleeves, and Lemon Hearts broke into a nervous sweat.

A squishy, squelchy noise erupted from the restroom, accompanied by groans and shouts from Pinkie Pie and what sounded like rushing water.

“Now what?” Fancypants asked.

“I’m sure I don’t know,” Lemon Hearts lied, though she had a pretty good idea on exactly what happened.

All of Fancypants’ anger and rage subsided when Fleur-de-lis poked her head and arms out from behind the restroom entrance, looking a little tired, a little dazed, but unhurt.

“Fleur-de-lis, darling!” Fancypants exclaimed, shoving Lemon Hearts out of the way and taking Fleur-de-lis’ hands into his own. “Are you all right? I’ve been so worried about you ...” he took her hand and pressed it to his cheek.

“Yes,” Fleur-de-lis answered after a pause. “Yes, I’m fine. I’ve just been … occupied.” She looked around the building and rubbed her eyes like the lights were hurting them.

Pinkie Pie popped out her head as well and looked to Fleur, giving her a nod, a signal.

“Fancypants?” Fleur-de-lis asked. “Could I ask you to do me a favor?”

“Of course, my love,” Fancypants kissed the back of her palm. “For you, anything.”

“Look…” Fleur-de-lis stammered, and nearly fell over, but Pinkie caught her by the shoulder and helped to keep upright. She gave Pinkie an appreciative glance and then returned her focus to Fancypants.

“Look me in the eyes,” Fleur-de-lis said.

“You have to ask?” Fancypants said, looking at his love with a smile on his face.

Fleur-de-lis’ gradually turned, noodles of pink and white spirals gradually forming in her eyes like someone was having to turn a rusty crank to them on in her eyes.

“I say,” Fancypants said. “That’s a neat trick. Why didn’t you tell me you could do that … sooner?” Fancypants’ voice trailed off as the hypnosis took effect. He started to feel relaxed. The tension went out of his shoulders, and his hands would have dropped and let go of Fleur-de-lis’ hands if she hadn’t caught them, wanting to feel his touch a little longer.

“That’s it,” Fleur-de-lis nodded, “keep staring. Stare. Stare until I’m all you think about. Stare until everything else fades away and all you can see are my spirals.”

They knew Fancypants was getting deep into trance when for once he didn’t reply with something corny.

“Oh, I think he likes it!” Lemon Hearts said, pointing to Fancypants’ pants, where a noticeable bulge was starting to poke through.

“He’s a man of good tastes, then,” Pinkie Pie said. She patted Fleur-de-lis’ shoulders. “Now, remember what I told you, Fleur-de-lis. Really reel him in. Hook him.”

“I don’t think that’s nesecarry,” Fleur-de-lis said. “After all, Fancypants has already made it clear he’d do anything for me, won’t you?” Mirroring him, she brought his hand up to her face and gave it a kiss while not breaking her stare.

“Yes,” Fancypants droned out, his voice losing any kind of inflection or tone.

“Come inside,” Fleur-de-lis directed him, pulling him gently into the restroom. He flinched, his gentlemanly instincts telling him coming into the ladies’ room was still rude, even if he was invited, but his feet moved and he obeyed Fleur-de-lis’ command.

Once inside, if he wasn’t totally under Fleur-de-lis’ spell, Fancypants might have had some kind of reaction to the fact that the entire lower half of her body was now a gargugant snake tail that competed with Pinkie’s for space in the tiny restroom barely able to hold one lamia, with a pleasing light link scales and soothing soft-white underbelly, looking almost like cotton candy.

“Fancypants, I’m going to eat you,” Fleur-de-lis explained calmly. She patted his hand tenderly. “Now I know that sounds scary, but I promise it won’t hurt. I won’t chew, I’ll just … swallow you whole. You’ll be fine. And at the end of it, you’ll come right back out as a snake like me, and then we can be together again.”

“Oh, for Celestia’s sake,” Pinkie groaned, watching this and eager to derive some second-hand pleasure from watching her newest pupil eat. “He’s in a trance! You don’t need to coddle him! Just swallow him.”

“He’s still my love,” Fleur-de-lis said, “I want him to feel comfortable. But you’re right, I should wrap this up…” Fleur-de-lis licked her lips.

“When I put you in my mouth, Fancypants,” Fleur-de-lis, “I want you to cum in my mouth. Make the biggest, loudest explosion of spunk in my mouth that you can, got it?”

Fancypants nodded, a bright smile on his face almost like he would have agreed even if not hypnotized.

Fleur-de-lis unzipped his pants, lashed her tail around his waist, stretched her jaw unnaturally wide, and tossed him in. Pinkie Pie cheered and applauded, watching with glee as Fancypants’ cock spurted, shooting ropes of semen that hit the roof of Fleur-de-lis’ mouth before the rest of him went straight down her gullet. A lump formed in Fleur-de-lis’ throat as she swallowed him, and she licked the cum off her lips, smiling.

“So, how long before my darling is beautiful like us?” Fleur-de-lis asked, patting her stomach as she felt Fancypants land there.

Pinkie Pie shrugged. “It varies.”

An emerald wisp of flame manifested in the restroom, producing a papyrus scroll that floated aloft in the eye. Pinkie and Fleur exchanged looks, neither of them knowing anything.

Pinkie unraveled, read it, and her eyes went wide.

“What? What?” Fleur-de-lis asked, slithering over to Pinkie and trying to read the scroll.

“Apparently, Twilight’s got Princess Celestia and Luna!” Pinkie exclaimed.

“What, already?” Fleur-de-lis asked. “How long has this been going on?”

“Long enough,” Pinkie answered. “Come on, Fleur-de-lis. Celestia’s not gonna stop us, so let’s get out there and show everyone in the club a good time...”

Author's Note

My apologies that this will be the last chapter of Moonlight Scales, at least as written by me.

It was actually writing this chapter that I realized just how much I've started disliking writing about MLP characters, because this commission is one from one of my absolutely favorite clients, and if I can't bring myself to enjoy writing even for them ... what's really left for me?

Me and the client have talked, and they're interested in commissioning someone else to write an actual finale where we get to see Celestia and Luna (and a few others, I assume) be hypnotized, swallowed and converted.

I do write the occasional lamia piece on my Patreon, though, if you're interested, as that is going to be continuing for the foreseeable future.