Little Meals

A relaxed sigh obliterates the threshold of tension as the young colt leaned back leisurely on the beach chair as the boat soared through the sea.

Traveling all over Equestria looking for his home was an arduous task and did not allow him to relax very often, especially with many mares and stallions wanting to stuff him down their stomach, which isn’t what he wanted to do at all. Even coming onto this cruise was bit of hassle, minus paying for the cruise itself.

However, Victor’s(yes, his parents named his Victor) hard work provided truly deliciously sweet fruit, fruit he planned on sucking far from dry.

“Hello there~.” Came a sultry tone.

Lifting his hat off his head to inspect the owner of the voice, seeing that it belonged to a much older mare. Not wanting to be rude, he replies, “Hi.” He pulls his hat back down.

“You’re pretty cute.” She compliments.

“I’m 12.” He states, already predicting where this conversation could be headed.

Gasping dramatically, the mare draped her front hoof over her head and lays down on her own chair, “Such a dirty mind belonging to such a young colt.” She says.

Her dramatic response got a chuckle out of the colt, causing him to lift his hat off his head, “Traveling in the biggest cities of Equestria will do that to you.” He responds.

She nods, “What brings a cute little colt like you on a cruise?” She questions.

Victor shrugs, “Not sure I want to tell you, it’s pretty bizarre.” He replies, “Everypony I’ve told said I was crazy or had too much coffee.”

The mare chuckles, spreading her legs wide open to reveal quite the large package, “If I, a mare, can grow a pair between her legs, I think whatever you can come up with won’t be too bizarre.” She assures, sealing her prize below between her legs.

Recovering from the shock of seeing quite the bizarre sight, Victor chuckles awkwardly before clearing his throat and beginning his spectacle.

(5 months earlier, Victor’s POV)

It was my 12th birthday, January 20th, and it was the best day of my life because it was the day I got my Cutie Mark. I’ve waited for this moment for far too long, and my parents threw me a large party.

And did I party hard, ate myself to death, played with family and relatives, but there was one little thing that soured my experience: there was a stallion that I did not recognize, and this was strange was because my parents were extremely protective over my friends, I myself didn’t have many friends. But I figured my parents wouldn’t have invited anyone they didn’t know him.

Eventually though, I was sitting outside with him alone and he said that he was newly-wed to my Aunt Bond, which managed to ease me a little.

He then hands me a drink, and figuring it wasn’t alcohol since, again, my parents were adamant about keeping me away from any intoxicants, and trusting him, I took the drink. That was a mistake as I blacked out almost immediately. And when I woke up, I was in Baltimare.

(Present, TPL POV)

Victor looks at the mare, already knowing her reaction to his story, eyes as big as peaches and a mouth agape wide enough to swallow a pony whole in one swoop.

The Unicorn couldn’t help but blink, blink, and blink some more, the story still settling on her brain. She shakes her head and closes her mouth, “Wow…” Was all she could say.

A smile cracks Victor’s face, “I told you.” He replies.

She nods, “Yeah, I think having a pair in between my legs is a little less bizarre.” She admit, “A little.” She uses her hooves to emphasize her point in a playful manner.

Her joke caused Victor to laugh, stringing in her to laugh as well. From then on, the two chatted with each other, bathing in each other’s company.

(A Few Hours Later)

He had known for how long he was locked in the conversation with the Unicorn(which was named Carmine Gloss), but apparently, it was long enough for the sun to near the end of its journey, if the beautiful mix of orange, purple, and red was anything to go by, when Carmine had left to go get some errands done.

Seeing that it was time to retreat within the ships interior and decided that a meal would be good to end the day before a nice shower, thankfully, the ticket he bought allowed for him to enjoy the facilities the cruise ship offered to its fullest. Maybe helping that one stallion digest his meals did pay off well.

Finding his way to the restaurant, Victor ordered what he thought he would like and waited for his meal. While he was waiting for his meal to arrive, his mind fluttered to a sweet memory.

(6 Years Ago, Victor’s POV)

“There, all finished.” My mother had just placed the finishing touches in the facepaint and was admiring her handiwork, “You look just like your father when he was your age.” She mesmerized.

I, on the other hand, was much more occupied within my own little universe, which was probably how I let my mom do the facepaint in the first place.

My mom is a smart mare and catches on to my dismay, and as per normal for her, begins berating me with questions relating to my well-being, “Victor, you okay? You seem a little down? Something happened at school? Somebody bully you?”

I shook my head, not wanting to burden my mother with the pain I was shouldering, “It’s nothing Mom, just woke up on the wrong side of the bed today.” I dismiss her concern…

Or I tried to as she didn’t buy my excuse for a second, “Hun, today’s a special day for you, if anything, you should be wearing a smile, not a frown.” She destroys my lie, “Now tell me, what happened.” She demands in a soft yet demanding tone.

I was adamant on not answering, but when my eyes met hers, I caught a glimpse of her innerly maternal instincts and new she wasn’t going to me get away with my suffering. I began to tear up and choke in my sobs, “They said I wasn’t worthy for this.” I manage to release between choking sobs.

Not a moment too soon was I enveloped in a heartwarming hug, my mom embracing me gently, yet tightly. She kisses me on the forehead and begins to speak, “Listen to me Victor, and listen to me carefully.” She orders.

I nod, telling her she had my full attention.

She nestles my face with her forehooves, “The only pony who can tell you if you’re worthy or not is me, your mother.” She says, “I gave birth to you, nursed you, cultivated you, and helped you grow, when it comes to whether you’re worthy or not, my judgement is first and final, nopony can tell you differently.” She assures, leaning in and kissing me on the cheek, “Now I want you to go have some fun and enjoy this day for what it is, there won’t be another day like this ever in your life. You understand?” I nod, “That’s my boy.”

(Present, TPL POV)

And his mother was absolutely right, that day was the best day of his life and he has yet to recreate such a moment and he believed that he never would.

“Your meal is here sir.” Announced the waiter.

Victor looks up at his food and nods, “Thanks.” He thanks, digging into the meal he ordered and was mesmerized by it. He had ordered this particular meal because it was a dish that his mother made for him on special occasions, and while it wasn’t on the same caliber as his mother’s, it did not fail in bringing a tear to his eye.

Every bite brought another tear to his eye, the tears soon became too heavy for his eyes to hold up and began to freely fall. But while his eyes leaked continuously, not a sob could be heard erupting from his throat. These tears had allowed for a single thought that had been resurfacing from time to time: “Mom, Dad, I’m almost home. I promise.”

After eating his meal, Victor decided a nice time in the steam room of the cruise would be in order to further enjoy his time here, and luckily for him, nopony was here at the moment for many of them either getting a good night’s sleep for they might have to wake up early in the morning or just doing whatever they want.

Victor basked in the solitude, his mind unable to fleet to any memories, unable to create any thoughts aside from enjoying the steam room for what it could provide him.

“When I get home, I need to tell Mom about this.” He says before noticing that the flame was dying down. Getting up from his seat to reheat the steam with the coal, Victor barely realised the door to the steam room open and the new visitor step in.

He did however take notice of the new pony when they wrapped their meaty hooves around him and he felt something hard against his stomach.

“I’m so sorry hun, but I need something a big struggling meal.” Came an apology.

Victor didn’t even need to look back to know who it was, “Carmine?! What’re you doing?!” He questions frantically as he feels himself being lifted into the air.

“Like I said, I’m sorry, but my stomach is where you’re going.” Was all he heard before a wet sensation embracing the frogs of his back long followed by something wet traversing his fur, a deep moan erupting from the mare.

Struggling for his life as he feels his body sinking into the increasingly wet and stronger sinking sad, feeling the back of his hooves hit the pit of the hole as the mouth of the mouth eclipsed his flanks.

True absolute primal fear slams on Victor’s soul as he hears Carmine swallow, bringing his hooves into his throat. He had to get out now or else he’ll never get home.

But Carmine had other ideas as she greedily stuffed the young colt into her mouth, his bottom half already deep within her maw, being brought into her throat with another strong swallow. With his upper half outside, Carmine took her time with this meal. Her stomach had cried for a suitable meal for weeks because of her trapped schedule didn’t allow for a large squirming stomach hindering her, and now that she had a cruise to relax on, she figured that this little colt would be the best pony to get back into the swing of things.

With his head now the last thing that existed outside of his acidic fate, Carmine utilized her magic to unequip the glasses he adorned, sending her tongue over his face one last time before lifting her head back and taking one final swallow, sealing Victor’s already sealed fate even further, depositing him into her stomach which had already started filling with stomach acids.

Sighing in satisfaction for finally satisfying her hunger, Carmine sat on the ledge of the steam room, patting her struggling gut, “I’m so sorry Victor, I know how much you wanted to go home, but my belly wanted a nice little snack to turn into flank fat.” She apologized.

“I need to go home!” He replied, “My parents are waiting for me!”

Carmine sighed and caressed the kid beyond the meat wall, “If it means anything, I’m thinking about giving your parents your glasses.” She says, inspecting the spectacles in question, “Y’know, give them a little peace of mind knowing that their kid didn’t die some grizzly horrible death.” Her possible promise causing Victor’s struggles to decrease, but that small little bit of uncertainty kept him going, which Carmine didn’t exactly object to, “Yes hun, keep going until you’re nothing but a pile of pony mush.” She moaned.

Either it was the steam in the room or Carmine’s stomach getting excited, something stimulated the digestion to occur faster as Victor could already feel his skin welp from the intense heat.

Even with the stomach acids only being up to his stomach at this point, the heat inside the humid sack was potent enough to begin melting his forehead, the liquidated skin mixing in with the sweat to become indistinguishable from each other.

Lifting his hoof out of the pool of acidic stomach fluids, Victor failed to keep himself from freaking out when he saw a majority of his skin burned off, leaving a searing hot piece of meat, and began to struggle much more wildly than before.

Luckily for both him and Carmine, he would not have to suffer his painful death as the Unicorn cast a sleeping spell that won’t be broken so easily by digestion.

“I’m sorry kid, I should’ve done this before I ate you.” She apologizes, “At least you can die a peaceful death.”

It was the next day and Carmine began regretting eating Victor. Since she had not been able to stuff a pony in her stomach for a while now and she was not prepared for her least favorite part of eating a pony: shitting them out.

Luckily, the room she was in had a bathroom very close to her, so she had no reason to worry about decorating the floor with pony waste.

Now having a toilet seat beneath her flanks, a wet, pungent, rotten meaty fart could not prepare Carmine for the long, hard log that tore her asshole in half.

Luckily, that log did not linger long enough to make the process painful, quickly followed by another hard log. As the clock ticked by, the wasting process had concluded with a smooth, wide surface leaving Carmine’s ass.

Finally able to wipe herself and get off the toilet, Carmine inspected the last last object to leave her body to see that it was none other than Victor’s skull.

Leaving the bathroom and retreating to the open deck to get some fresh air when she was approached by one of the cruise staff members.

“Can I help you?” She questions.

He nods, “Your stop at Germaney is approaching quick.” He announces.

Carmine nods, “Actually, I was thinking I can extend my trip to Manechester, Great Britmane.” She requested.

He shakes his head, “Sorry miss, your destination is already determined.” He declines.

Rolling her eyes, Carmine approaches the staff member, “I ate the kid going to Manechester, and feeling a bit guilty for eating the guy, I promised to meet his parents.” She admits, “Can you imagine, not knowing where your child is?” She tries to prey on his emotions.

The stallion shrugs, “I don’t need to imagine, I already know what it feels like.” He admits, “Daughter swept away while at a Nightmare Night party, spent 14 years looking for her, never found her.” He explains, “She would’ve been 29 today.” He reminisces before clearing his throat, “But if that is the case, then all you have to do is pay for both the extra mileage you’re traveling and for the kid’s expenses.” He adds.

Carmine nod, “No problem.” She agrees, “Also, I hope you find your daughter.” She hoped.

He nods, “Alrighty then, let’s get this to the captain.” He replies, turning to notify the other patrons of the state of their travels.

Now knowing that she’d be able to continue the journey Victor started, Carmine retreats to his room to help her further in this journey.