Little Meals

Striking the midnight hour, Ponyville’s clock relayed the symbol to those very few souls that had not returned to slumber should do so relatively soon for tomorrow signaled the return of week.

The bell’s signals somehow reached a small little Unicorn, his name was Will Flower. He jolted from his forced slumber with cold sweat matting his white fur while blurring his vision. He tried to move his hooves to wipe away the sweat, but something dug into his hooves keeping them from moving.

The young colt gritted his teeth in pain as he tried to pull his hands free from the clutches of the metal cuffs, which starting eat away at his skin. The warm feeling trickling down his forehooves would have been welcomed, but Will knew that it was the metal cuffs eating away at his skin, but he didn’t let that stop him. No, he pulled and pulled and pulled, the metal teeth digging deeper and deeper into his supple flesh, dragging downward as his hooves were becoming more free.

Blood was no longer trickling down his hooves like a leaking sink, but as a running sink, Will could feel the excruciating pain in his forehooves. But his efforts were rewarded as his hooves finally broke free from their prison, allowing him to topple onto the floor.

Once he regained his footing, Will didn’t hesitate to get up and run, unfortunately for him, the metal beast around his throat had other ideas, tugging on the poor boy’s throat, forcing him onto his back.

A tinge of horror ran through the colt’s body as he realized he couldn’t simply squeeze out of this one, his head and body blocking the chain from releasing without a key.

Desperate to find out where the hell he was, Will quickly hatched another plan in the form of banging the chain with his metal cuffs, hoping to at least break it off.

Unfortunately, the banging of the chain and cuffs alerted whoever was upstairs of their captive Unicorn was awake and well, causing the basement door to open, freezing Will in place.

Looking in the direction of the staircase, Will caught glimpse of a figure, “Can you help me?!” He called.

“Bad boys don’t get help.” The figure responded, sounding very feminine but carrying a large dose of dangerousness.

Will swallowed his spit, “But I haven’t done anything wrong! I was home doing my homework.” He protested.

“You didn’t do anything wrong, but your mom did.” Came another voice, this one much more masculine.

While Will didn’t recognize mare’s voice, he had no difficulty recognizing the stallion’s voice, “Dad?!” He called up.

The lightbulb hanging above Will’s head flickered on, illuminating the room with a decedent orange light, revealing the two figures upstairs who began descending.

Will’s Father made it to the bottom of the steps first, approaching his son, “This the little boy you told me about?” The mare questions.

Father nods, “Yes, the spawn of that bitch Lilly.” He cursed, spitting his wife’s name with enough venom to kill a Ursa Major.

The mare smiles and approaches the contained boy, “What’s your name little one?” She inquires, “My name’s Dawn Flamingo.” She introduces.

“My name’s Will Flower, can you help go back home?” He requests.

Dawn shakes her head, “Like I said sweetie, bad boys don’t get to go home.” She repeated herself.

Heart dropping into his stomach, Will begins to sweat, “I-I-I’m not a bad boy, I-I’m a good boy.” He replies, “I help my mom at home, I do my homework, I don’t fight with the others, and I take care of my grandma.” He listed all the good things he does, “See, I’m a good boy?” He adds.

Father shakes his head, “This isn’t about you, this is about that whore of a wife I had the misfortune of plowing.” He grimaces, “It’s time to punish her for cheating on me.” He mumbles.

“Then why kidnap me?!” Will shouted, enraged.

Dawn clicks her tongue before kneeling down to the young colt, “But you see, eating you would cause her so much pain, she’d be broken for weeks, probably starve herself to death.” She explains, “She left her sweet little baby for a few hours only to find out that her biggest competitor turned him into jizz, that’s truly going to mess her up.” She smiles, licking the boy behind his ears.

Despite being only 7, Will has lived long enough to know what ‘jizz’ was, since his mother wasn’t exactly the best at keeping words that are inherently sexual from reaching his ears. And holding that knowledge, he leaps to Dawn’s hooves and begins to beg, “Please don’t kill me, I’m sorry for what my mom did, just don’t kill me. I’ll do anything, please, just don’t kill me.” He pleads, tears streaming down like a fountain.

Dawn sits down and caresses the colt’s beautiful brown mane, “Don’t cry sweetie, it’s nothing personal, just settling the score.” She says.

A grumble ripples from her husband’s throat, “Just get it over with already, the sooner you stuff him in your cunt, the sooner he’ll be nothing but a puddle of jizz.” He rushes.

Rolling her eyes, Dawn uses her magic to break the chain from it’s holding place relatively easy, “Alright grumpy. He’ll be gone in a few.” She promises, causing the colt to scream in terror.

Dawn stands up and opens her hind-hooves wide as she can, giving Will a good clean look at both her bountiful ponnet and the vagina that would soon claim him.

Slowly levitating the chain to her open clit, Dawn couldn’t help but moan in pleasure as she feels the chain enter her. Will did his best to try and escape, but it feels like every tug he made, she made two more, much more stronger tugs.

“No!!! I don’t want to die! I’m a good boy! I don’t deserve this!” Will shouted, tears staining the floor faster than Dawn’s mare juices.

It wasn’t long before Will’s little head would enter into Dawn’s folds next, causing the boy’s fight or flight instinct to relentlessly pound the supple flesh of the mare, causing her to grunt.

“Damn kid, you hit hard.” She laments, beginning to increase the force of her suction to stop the harsh pounding.

*SHLRK*

With his head inside her folds, Dawn had little to no problem continuing slurping up the little colt, who was still struggling as strong as he was.

“Having trouble honey?” Father questions, seeing his wife’s expression which was a mixture of pain and pleasure.

She does a little nod, biting her lip, “He’s definitely not the hardest prey I’ve ever eaten, but he’s not relenting anytime-AHH!” Screaming in the middle of her sentence, Dawn bent over and grunting in pain as the burning sensation in her starting getting hotter every second.

“You alright Dawn?!” Father jumps to his wife’s aid.

Dawn’s face became more strained than before her horn lit up, trying to curb the heating within her before her organs were fried.

“That… little… bitch started burning up.” She panted, standing up, painful tears streaming down her face, “I’ve never seen a pony heat up like that.” She says.

Rubbing the back of his mane sheepishly while blushing a vibrant red, Father chuckles, “Yeah, I forgot to mention he’s really skilled in heat magic.” He admits.

A smack rings through the basement, “You asshole, you trying to have him fry me.” She seethed, her clit beginning to suck in the colt much faster, making him react much harder, which in turn, made him heat up much more. Fortunately though, she was able to curb the heat again.

*SHLRK*

*SHLK*

With those two defining sounds, Will was finally deposited in Dawn’s womb, giving a very impressionable bump, and that wasn’t counting Will’s struggling.

“Good job hun, now let’s go upstairs and have some sex so you can sleep him off.” Father suggest, but was unpleasantly surprised when she shook her head.

“I can’t sweetie, I’m sorry, I just can’t.” She apologizes, “If I even stop concentrating on curbing this asshole’s heat for a second, then he’ll fry me inside out faster than I can say ‘burn’.” She explains, “And if his increasing heat is anything to go by, the more scared he is, the hotter he gets, so I have to really keep my focus on him.” She observed.

Father’s expression was a mix of disappointment and understanding before he nods, “I’ll see you in the morning.” He says before retreating upstairs to return to his slumber.

Dawn sighed in irritation and sat down, inspecting her midsection which continued to have many bumps appear here and there, “Good god kid, you really don’t to die?” She questions, “This is the most I’ve seen anypony struggle this much, I would enjoy it but I got to keep you under control.” She lamented.

“You wouldn’t have to do that if you let me go in the first place!” Came a very angered voice, completely different from the voice a lot earlier.

“I told you it was nothing personal.” Dawn defended herself.

“It became personal when you decided to kill me!” Another reply.

Rolling her eyes, Dawn didn’t respond to the cry and laid back, hoping to have him done with in a few hours.

(2 hours later)

It had been two hours and the kid was still alive, albeit he wasn’t struggling anymore, and thus, his heating started to cool down.

“Did it really take you two hours before you cooled down?” Dawn questions, chuckling to herself, “You really live up to your name ‘Will’, I’ve never seen a pony stay alive this long.” She commended.

Meanwhile, Will was out of breath and was ready to give up. He raised one of his forehooves and saw that it was no more, just a melting stump.

Sighing one last time, Will fell back into the puddle of cuum that was still filling, closing his eyes one last time to contemplate his life.

“I wonder what mom’s gonna think? Would she know to look for Dad? Even so, what would she do? Not much she can do. I’m out of time.” He laments, “I can’t believe it, my life and dreams just thrown away like that. I can no longer follow my dreams. But most of all, I can’t make mom smile no more.” He realizes, “I’m sorry mom, I can’t fight no more.” He apologizes one last time before blacking out to never be seen again.

Seeing that her belly had finally settled and the kid was gone, Dawn fell asleep on the floor, using her magic like that really tired her. Little did she know before dozing off, another figure was standing above the staircase…