Chapters Twas a beautiful day, the sun was illuminating the sky as it set behind the mountainous horizon, the wind provided a deliciously generous breeze, and ponies were all around conversing with each other.
One such little filly was frolicking in the park grass by herself, not having obtained any friends and longing to prolong doing her homework, the filly known as Sandy Coal rolled and ran around in the grass.
Sandy’s playtime was cut short though when she bumped into something, or rather someone, causing her to roll backwards.
The pony who she rudely bumped into turned around to see the intruder and revealed herself to be a mare as well, probably in her late teens.
Sandy groaned before having her attention turn to the mare she bumped into, only to be met with a scornful snarl, and if looks could kill, Sandy would be dead by now.
The Unicorn teen got in close to the filly, “What the hell were you thinking bumping into me like that?” She questions in a furious tone.
Sandy groans, rubbing her head as it felt sore, “I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry.” She apologized.
The teen seethed and picked Sandy up with her magic, hoisting her in the air, “Sorry’s not gonna cut it.” She declares, “Especially since you ruined my ramen lunch!” She shouts pointing to a cup of ramen, “And now you’re going to replace it.” She declares once again, opening her mouth wide.
Seeing her imminent demise, Sandy starts struggling, “Please don’t.” She pleaded as she was lifted above the mare’s mouth, her hind-hooves going down first.
A deep chuckle emits from the Unicorn’s throat, “Too late for mercy little filly.” She replies, bringing Sandy’s hind-hooves into her waiting mouth, the small hooves landing on her tongue.
The moment the filly’s fur kissed the teen’s tongue, she was immediately assaulted with a delicious meaty flavor, forcing the teen’s mouth to salivate.
She licked Sandy’s hooves one more time before bringing in more of the small filly, her jaws encasing her markless flanks.
But before the Unicorn could swallow her prey, a sudden irresistible itch hit the Unicorn straight in her punit, and it wasn’t a bug-bite itch, it was a desire for something to be shoved up her ass. And it was this moment that she realized that she hadn’t had sex with her coltfriend because some bitch had eaten him, so she was deprived of some sweet succulent anal sex.
Then she had an epiphany, she could just shove this filly up her ass, sure she’d be deprived of the filly’s taste, but in turn for devouring her with her ass, she’d not only get rid of that itch in her ass, she’d also be filling her stomach up and punishing this filly for interrupting her lunch, it was a win-win-win on all accounts.
With a firm nod, concealing her choice, the Unicorn utilizes her magic to elevate the smaller Unicorn out of her mouth, which surprised the now crying filly as she was sure she was doomed to a gruesome fate inside the teen’s stomach.
“You’re letting me go?” She questions.
But the teen’s slick evil grin told her otherwise, and without a verbal response, she knew that she was doomed to never see daylight after today.
And without much resistance, the filly was replaced behind the Unicorn, facing directly towards her asshole which opened up, ready to accept its newest meal.
“Ready to be devoured by my ass little filly?” The Unicorn questions.
The filly didn’t nod, she didn’t struggle, she just sat there, accepting her fate.
The Unicorn took Sandy’s silence as a yes and started pulling the younger Unicorn’s head towards the mare’s asshole.
*SHLRK*
*GASP*
The Unicorn gasped due to how quick the smaller Unicorn was shoved up her ass. She looked back and saw that Sandy’s entire head was inside her flank.
“Oooh, did that way too fast.” She says, “Don’t want to get rid of you that quickly.” She adds before releasing her magical grasp on Sandy, it’s assistance unneeded.
The mare’s ass pulsed around the filly Unicorn, pulling her in slightly. The Unicorn sighs in ecstasy feeling the filly slip into her posterior.
The mare grinned devilishly, “I don’t think I told you my name,” She says, “And I think it’d be pretty lame if you didn’t know the name of the pony who dominated you.” She declares, “The name’s Sweetie Tooth.” She introduces.
But her introduction fell on deaf ears as her fat flesh obscured any sound that didn’t come from inside.
Speaking of inside, Sweetie’s asshole continued to mercilessly pull Sandy in further, slowly inching over her small body, enveloping her small forehooves, forcing them to stick to her sides, which only left nearly half of Sandy left to devour.
Sweetie Tooth lets out a lecherous sigh as her flanks slowly inches over Sandy’s body like a leech.
It didn’t take long before Sweetie’s flanks had devoured Sandy’s own, leaving nothing left to eat except two small hind-hooves and quite a long coal black tail.
“You’re almost gone girl, and you still won’t fight back?” Sweetie asked, but just like before, Sandy couldn’t hear her. The mare shrugged, “Oh well, it feels better when prey slips in easy.”
And ironically, just as those very words left Sweetie’s jaws, a quick *SHLRK* signaled that Sandy’s hind-hooves had joined her in Sweetie’s ass.
Sweetie Tooth sighs contentedly, “It’s all over now little filly.” She said, and in one, final clench, Sandy’s tail was slurped up like spaghetti.
A whimper escaped Sandy’s throat as she is pushed through the intestines of the pony who devoured her and was soon forced into her predator’s cramped stomach.
On the outside, Sweetie busied herself inspecting her now distended gut which released a monstrous rumble, clearly satisfied with the meal it had received.
Sweetie smiles and places a hoof on her stomach, “Meal for meal, your debt is paid.” She declares before gasping as she felt a small hoof press against hers before sinking back into the flesh.
This move shocked Sweetie as it wasn’t a move as if Sandy was struggling, but merely reciprocating her own actions, not really something she expected from a filly.
“Awww, you’re pretty sweet, makes me feel a bit bad that I’ll be turning you into mush soon, but it is what it is, good night kid.” Was the last thing Sweetie said before using her magic to clean up the ramen and putting it in the trash before leaving for home.
(The next morning)
A small beam of sunlight cracked through the window and lightly perched itself upon Sweetie Tooth’s muzzle, pulling her from the dream world.
She rose out of bed and stretched, releasing the tension in her muscles.
After a few seconds of stretching, the Unicorn stood up and looked down at her gut, realizing that it was almost back to its original size, just a little pudge preventing it from being it’s normal self.
“Ugh, that little filly left a little pudge, I just hope she added more to my flanks.” She says, looking towards said flanks and just as she had hoped, Sandy Coals did add considerably to her ass. Even with the absence of a ruler, she could tell that her ass was at least 4 inches thicker.
With a spring in her step, Sweetie Tooth began preparation for school today.
Author's Note
First chapter in an anthology like series. What did you like? What did you hate? Why did you like it? Why did you hate it? Let's discuss.
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…
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.
It had only been 3 months since Tree Hugger had made herself an established member of the Ponyville community, and she couldn’t be happier in Ponyville. She was spared the judgement of her hometown of Trottingham due to her ravenous appetite causing many ponies to suffer a painful fate in her stomach, a huge bulk of them of the younger generation.
But residing in Ponyville had revealed to her that she could devour more than one child a day with getting little more than a verbal shouting, which was a nice contrast to Trottingham were the lightest retaliation was a smack on the rear. Sure, the smacks never really hurt, courtesy of the massively plump rear she sported, but when it came to the higher calibre retaliations, let’s just say that they weren’t pretty and leave it at that.
Not only is she free to eat as many ponies she wants without too much trouble, but Tree Hugger also has been famed throughout Ponyville as the best psychiatrist without a psychiatric degree, having mellowed out a lot of ponies’ less than savory anger issues with just a few meetings, and if they didn’t comply to her teachings, things would go south very quickly.
But today, Tree Hugger had no intentions of stuffing another pony down her throat or parting her wisdom to any off-pony who blew up at any moment. No, she just wanted to rest in a park that she loved to visit from time to time.
Lounging lazily in under the protection of the tree’s shade from the full blown power of the sun rays, while letting some in to get a nice summery feel that Tree Hugger could not get enough, she had little to no trouble coming to the dream realm. The same could not be said for staying in the dream realm, however, as Tree Hugger was a light sleeper and the sound of children prancing around playing tag and hide and seek, the sound almost like an alarm clock.
While quite miffed that her slumber is interrupted by children being children, she was not about to reduce these foals to body fat for simply playing, and tried to ignore it. But there was a certain change in one group of foals that really took Tree Hugger out of her slumber.
“Why are you here freak?!” The word ‘freak’ emphasized with hatred and slathered with enough venom to fill a pool with it.
“I-I-I just want to play.” The voice obviously being the recipient of the insult.
“So what?! Nopony wants to play with a blank flank freak like you!!” Another insult, coming from the insulter.
Having heard this kind of argument from foals back in her hometown, Tree Hugger didn’t feel obligated to stop these foals from verbally tearing each others throats into shreds… that was until an interesting turn of tone from the pony who was insulted.
“I wasn’t going to play with you dammit!” He cursed, “Nopony wants to play with a pompous ass-hole like you!”
That last line earned gasp from all the foals and was the straw that broke the camel's back as Tree Hugger finally decided if nopony else was going to defuse the situation, she would.
Rising from her slumbering posture, Tree Hugger approached the group of foals, which she noted was around 4, excluding the cursing colt. Seeing the promise of a meal that could at least help her sleep, she subconsciously licked her lips.
Before the foals could react to the approaching mare, she was already atop of the filly who insulted the colt and began to lower herself very slowly.
“Ugh, what’re you doing?” The filly questions, trying to hold that fat pudgy stomach from coming down upon her.
Tree Hugger shrugs, “First, what's your name hun?” She questions in a slurred manner.
The foal grunts as she fails to keep Tree Hugger’s fat stomach from crushing her, “My name’s Coral Petal.” She says just as she is completely enveloped by the flab of belly fat.
With Coral under her, Tree Hugger looks at the other kids expectantly.
Realizing what she’s expecting the colt who spat curses spoke up, “Red Hunter.” He introduces.
Following his example, the other kids introduce themselves, “Violet Song.”
“Bright Stone.”
“Pen Dash.”
Now obtaining names to each of her new prey, Tree Hugger stands up, releasing Coral from her temporary prison. Readying herself for a grand escape… an escape that was abruptly ended when her head was smashed by the weight of the older mare’s ass.
“So, what’s all this commotion about?” She questions.
Violet, Bright, and Pen all point at Red, “This guy came over here and asked to play with us.” Violet explained.
Tree Hugger raises an eyebrow, “And that’s a problem why?” She inquires.
“Because he’s a blank flank.” Pen replies.
“That doesn’t mean anything bitch!” Red shouted.
Hearing the curse spouted cause Tree Hugger to lose her cool for a sec, sitting up, “One, you’re not supposed to talk out of order, two, you’re not supposed to be cussing.” She scolds, earning a frown from the colt.
She sighs before stepping backwards, positioning herself behind Coral, “I really wish you little ones had a better reason for interrupting my sleep, but whatever.” She says, licking her lips precious second before lunging at Coral’s backside, engulfing it in her mouth leaving nothing but the front half.
Only having time for one scream before her top half was covered in darkness.
They couldn’t believe it, Tree Hugger had Coral’s whole body inside her mouth without even swallowing in just a few seconds. Inside the soaking wet, fleshy cavern, Coral’s coat had drowned in saliva without the help of the tongue assaulting her body, her predator tossing her around her mouth, sapping her of both energy and taste.
Once her taste had been sapped, Coral felt her whole world shift as she falls into the throat that swallowed her with one, monstrously beastly powerful swallow, gripping the filly harshly, dragging her into the its depths while she struggled so fruitless. The journey to the stomach was a short and bittersweet exodus to Tree Hugger’s stomach ended when Coral felt the sphincter hit her mere moments before being deposited into her predator’s stomach.
Outside, Tree Hugger secured her other preys by sitting on Bright Stone and holding Pen Dash and Violet Song. Turning to Red, who could not move due to being frozen in fear, “Stay like that, I don’t want you running off.” She demands.
Clenching her rear, Tree Hugger stood up, Bright’s entire upper body inside her flanks. She licks her lips, stuffing the entirety of Pen’s body into her maw.
Closing her mouth and casting Pen in darkness, Tree Hugger wasted no time in tossing the little filly around her mouth in a manner akin to a piece of candy. A deep moan sounded Pen as her predator no doubt enjoyed the taste she provided.
Feeling the little filly in her posterior struggle for release, Tree Hugger utilizes one violent clench in perfect synchronization with a swallow, sending both fillies to their doom in her stomach. Meeting Coral where they would share her fate, they made quite the noticeable bulge.
Having the last obstacle that rested in her mouth now in her stomach, Tree Hugger wasted no time in stuffing Violet down her ravenous maw, giving her very little ample time to struggle and scream before being swallowed down in on last powerful swallow, allowing her to finally join her friends in a terrifying melty fate.
Now having deposited 4 little fillies to her stomach, Tree Hugger laid on her side to inspect the massively struggling belly, “You four were delicious.”
Turning her attention to the final pony with her in the park, the green Earth Pony motioned to her belly, “C’mere and rub this sack of meat before you’re next.” She demands.
Certainly desiring not to be the next foal to be demoted to body fat, Red obeyed the demands he was given and began massaging the struggling sack of meat.
Pleasure ran up Tree Hugger’s spine faster than light at the feel of those tiny little hooves traveling across the mass of struggling flesh, the sensation much more pleasurable than she expected.
Trying to suppress her moans, the hippie bit her lip to prevent public indecency, “You’re pretty good at this, aren’t you?” She complements in between pants.
Red scowled, “Everyone says that, I wish it was my Cutie Mark so I can stop being called a blank flank.” He replies. Red reares one of his fore-hooves before driving it into Tree Hugger’s bloated belly, twisting and turning it, earning him many pleasurable moans erupting from the mare who failed to hold it in.
Tree Hugger soared to levels of heavenly pleasure she’s never experienced before with a belly rub, “Hmmm… you’re doing such a good job sweetie.” She praised, her pleasure becoming apparent through the musky mare like sent filling the park as her lower lips began to slicken.
“You see that? You’re turning me on.” She pointed out, “I just want to stuff you up my pussy.” She lifts one of her hind-hooves to prove her point, her pussy pulsing, awaiting a meal to be fed, before she closed it, “But if I do that, I can enjoy your belly rubs anymore.” She moans.
Red chuckles, “No kidding.” He agrees, continuing to rub the mare’s belly, “By the way, I apologize for running my mouth like that. It wasn’t nice of me.” He apologizes.
Tree Hugger just shrugged, “Just make sure it doesn’t happen again or I’ll make you regret it.” She assures, “For now, just keep doing what you’re doing and you won’t hear anything from me.” She promises.
Determined to stay alive, Red obeys the commands bestowed upon him.
Little did the two know, this event would change both of their lives.
Author's Note
So, I know I'm already breaking my new schedule , but I already had this done and wanted to get this out.