How to get free pizza

by Rathalos122

Rating: mature
Tags: Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Fetish, Death
Length: 3224

Your neighbors getting a pizza normally isn’t a problem. Sadly for Letter Press, his neighbors aren’t exactly normal and are more interesting in the delivery pony. And they like to crash in his appartment and tease him about it. Content warning:vore

Your neighbors getting a pizza normally isn’t a problem. Sadly for Letter Press, his neighbors aren’t exactly normal, they are hungry preds who are are more interesting in the delivery pony than the pizza. And apparently too lazy to carry their full guts up the stairs, and instead just crash in his apartment to digest. And of course, they like to tease him about it.

contains: a Changeling, a Tazelpony, a gryphon, and a dragon as preds
vore, several kinds of digestion and quite some amount of teasing for your unfortunate Letter
Press

And some free pizza at the end.

My entire to this months vorepone artjam, with the theme "Pizza delivery gone wrong"
And thanks to Fimbulvinter for proofreading.

Published 2019-04-24 16:20:01 UTC
Last updated 2019-04-24 16:20:01 UTC

How to get free pizza

While it wasn’t the busiest week, Letter Press was still happy it was over. Luckily his apartment was situated quite central in the city and he hadn’t had to walk far to finally get home, in fact he wouldn't even have to climb stairs since it was on the lowest floor. As he approached the building he thought again about how he ended up living there. It was a nice building in a relatively good neighborhood near the city center, so he didn’t hesitate to take it once he learned that the rent was only a tenth of the usual price for an apartment like this. Of course, he quickly found out why the price was this cheap, once he found out certain things about the other tenants. But in the end, it was a nice home in a nice place and he got used to them, mostly.

His musings were interrupted by a flyer hanging from of his doorknob, proclaiming the opening of a new pizza place nearby. Letter could only sigh in annoyance; these things were probably hanging all around the building and once the other tenants realized that there was a new place in town that hadn’t blacklisted this building yet his weekend would be ruined. At least it would be if it weren’t for the new lock he had had installed in the door. Now the other tenants would no longer crash in his home just because they were too lazy to carry a bit of extra weight up the stairs. With that thought, he entered his apartment and made sure to lock the door behind him. Time to enjoy the weekend.

Indeed, it didn’t take long till he saw the first delivery pony carrying a pizza box walking past his window. Deciding to not think about the poor stallions fate, Letter put his book away and took a position in front of the door; seeing one of the other tenants futilely trying to open the door and resigning themselves to drag their heavy gut up the stairs would be quite satisfying. It didn’t take long, till he heard someone climbing down the stairs and opening the front door. The delivery pony tried to say some kind of slogan but ended this in a panicked yelp. Muffled screaming and loud, wet gulping sounds followed this, together with some feminine moaning, coming from Tessera, Letter presumed. A loud burp signaled the end of the spectacle outside and heavier hoof-steps were approaching the door, this was the moment! A key was inserted, the door opened with a click and a blue changeling, with a full belly hanging beneath her, entered Letter’s home.

“But...but I changed the lock,” he could only stammer at the mare trotting past him.

“Well, lets just say you need a new locksmith for the next time you try this and be more careful that noling is following you.” Tessera answered and levitated a full pizza box into his kitchen. “Brought you some pizza, by the way.”

While Letter tried to start a few protests, Tessera proved to be completely uncaring and casually strolled into his living room. It was a cozy little space, a large bookshelf brimming with literature lined one wall and two comfy couches stood against the wall adjacent to it. The changeling wasted no time and threw herself on one of them, leaning back and proudly displaying her transparent gut. The stallion occupying it was already moaning in bliss, the changeling’s stomach flooding him with pleasure as it worked on its prey, all to create the greatest bounty of emotions for the greedy bug. Of course, Letter knew this would ultimately end very badly for the poor pony; even if he had a great time, the end result made Tessera the scariest predator living in this house.

“Aww, stop worrying,” she chided, “if you keep polluting the room with emotions like these, I might feel inclined to make you feel better.” She underlined this threat with a heavy slap on her churning belly, causing her prey to tumble around.

Letter opted to keep a respectful distance from the changeling, despite the danger, Tessera usually left him alone unlike the other tenants, who preferred a more direct approach. Around her, he usually suffered nothing more than a few teasing comments.

Suddenly the panicked scream of a mare was heard from the front door.

What that meant was obvious and with wide eyes, Letter looks at Tessera, who was busy prodding and poking her gut, the pony inside already visibly starting to melt. “Did you lock the door behind you?”

She only responded with a giggle and a click from the door answered his question, as a green tazelpony trotted inside. His jaws were open and his tentacle-tongues dragged the hindquarters of the delivery mare sticking out of his mouth deeper into him. Two of his tentacles were busy with something else, namely holding up a pizza box, which the tazelpony deposited inside the kitchen, next to the one Tessera brought in, while he swallowed the rest of his prey with a loud slurp.

“Hello Vilar, how are things going?” Letter asked with a defeated tone. As usual the tazl choose to forgo talking and the now free mass of tentacles lunged forwards, wrapping around Letter and pulled him into the air. Letter Press was used to Vilar’s way of saying ‘Hello’ and even if he witnessed this ending with the recipient inside the tazel’s gut quite a few times, they were usually let down after some amount of caressing by those tongues. He also had to admit that this was feeling quite nice.

But things didn’t go as usual. Midway through the ‘greeting’ a blue glow enveloped him and pulled him closer towards the couch where Tessera was laying with a glowing horn. “Oh, you like this? You could have just said so, no need to resort to another when I'm right here to take care of you,” she said and deposited him on the couch, pressing her full belly against him. Vilar didn’t let go during this ordeal and was dragged along on towards and on the couch adding another swollen belly pressing against Letter, essentially sandwiching him between them. The changeling looked at the tazelpony that intruded in her territory with squinted eyes before her mouth erupted in a short green flame and her now elongated tongue slid out, easily matching Vilar’s in length now. She wasted no time wrapping it around Letter, the serpentine organ caressing his body and trying to wrestle Vilar’s tentacles away. Vilar responded in kind, albeit a few of the tentacles receded back into his maw and probably downwards the tazl’s throat to give the mare inside a similar treatment while she digested. Letter meanwhile had a hard time suppressing his own arousal, the probing tongues neglected nothing, every part of him was massaged and stroked by those powerful muscles. He was lucky they were mostly busy trying to keep each other away, otherwise he would have broken long ago and he wasn’t going to give them this kind of victory. As he slowly got used to the sensations of the tongue other things came more and more to his attention, mostly the moaning of the prey churning away inside those guts. Behind him he could feel Vilar’s meal receiving a similar treatment to him, just rougher and wilder, he could feel the tentacles movement through the walls of the stomach pressed on his back as they thrusted into her and tossed her around. Tessera’s prey meanwhile was calmer, and less solid. In front of him, his head pressed again the sloshing gut he could witness the stallion growing increasingly soft, parts of his body starting to drip off, more and more of him melting into the growing pool of goop inside the gut, the stallion steadily moaning.

All this was starting to get too much for Letter, he had to escape before he was completely overwhelmed. Tensing his body, he waited for an opening, as much as the two were busy with each other he was bound to get a chance eventually and it indeed didn’t take long for both predator’s grips to loosen. Acting on this opportunity, he leaped off the couch, leaving the bundle of tongues behind him. Fortunately for him Tessera and Vilar were too, entangled with each other to pursue him and nothing would stop his rush out of the door towards freedom.

Except for the gryphon, of course.

Letter skittered to a halt in front of the bird in question, who just entered his apartment. The female gryphon sported the same big belly, wildly swinging with the struggling prey inside, and pizza box combo as his other uninvited guests.

“Uhm, hi, Gaela, nice that you decided to visit.” he flinched as she carelessly tossed the pizza box towards the kitchen “I was just about to...get something to drink, I will be-urk..” His ramblings were cut short as Gaela’s claw clamped around his throat and pulled him closer to her beak.

Buuuurp- the massive belch she let out right into his face blew through his fur and left his ears ringing. “Ah, much better,” the gryphon said as she let him go, causing him to fall dazed to the floor.

“Still being a pig I hear.” Tessera's voice yelled from the living room, “but I suppose that’s me being a bit harsh on the pigs.”

“Pah, I don’t need backtalk from an amateur that lets her prey escape.” Gaela threw the still stunned Letter on her back and marched into the living room. “Good thing a real predator finally showed up,” she stopped for a moment upon noticing Vilar, who waved with both his arms and a few tentacles, “Ah, our dear mute is here, too.”

Gaela deposited Letter on the second couch and leaped after him, slamming her heavy belly on him, causing both him and her prey to yelp in panic. Letter was completely pinned under her, the only thing he managed to free was his head, allowing him to breathe again. He could feel the struggles of the mare inside the gryphons gut, who desperately tried to escape from the reach of Gaela’s stomach acids, after all, the gryphon’s digestion wasn’t nearly as pleasant as the other tenants. And it would even get worse, Letter could already feel Gaela’s gizzard tense, powerful muscles getting ready to aid the digestion and crush the unfortunate mare into a tight ball.

“Feel that, lunch? One day, you will be the one screaming inside of it, I might even keep the pellet you will make.” With that comment, the gizzard started to work. He could feel the muscles above him clench and compress the mare, her screaming only growing more panicked, before relaxing again.

“I think I made it clear already that he belongs to me,” Tessera said. “I won't let our poor Letter suffer your barbaric gut. Not when there’s a much better one for him right here.” With that she leaned back again to give a clear view of her now gently glowing belly. The pony’s body was nothing but soup now, a sloshing balloon full of liquid. But that wasn’t all, Letter knew that the glow coming from it was the soul of the unfortunate stallion, mercilessly getting digested into energy for the hungry bug. “Aww, don’t be scared, believe me, my little friend in here is in so much pleasure, he doesn’t even care that I'm going to claim all of him. You will understand once it's your turn.”

“Well, you will have to get past me if you want him,” Gaela said as and clenched her gizzard with more force, till with a loud snap and scream, something broke. “I wonder what sounds your chitin will make in there?”

Letter’s gaze turned towards Vilar who followed this conversation with only minor interest. Once the tazelpony noticed he was being watched, Vilar smirked at Letter, before opening his maw wide. Just as Letter was getting confused, a few tentacles moved out of his throat, holding a pony skull. He could only watch in shock as Vilar held the dripping bone in the air, dollops of saliva splashing on the ground under it. It was unceremoniously dropped to the floor as another bone was pulled from Vilar's gullet, this time a leg bone quickly followed by the broken rib-cage. With a shudder, Letter turned his gaze away from the growing pile of wet bones growing on the floor. The only safe place he could lock at now was probably the windows.

This worked for a while, albeit nothing exciting was going on outside it still helped him to ignore Tessera’s and Gaela’s banter and the occasional snapping and screaming coming from above him. This relative calmness was sadly ended once he witnessed another delivery taking place. To make matters worse, instead of the usual sized pizza, this one was rather massive, requiring two delivery ponies to carry it. There was only one tenant here that would require two ponies at once, and in Letter’s opinion was the only one that could make this situation even worse.

“Ehm guys? Could you please lock the door? Please?” he stammered as a few loud bangs and screams could be heard from outside.

“Who allowed you to talk?” Gaela asked with a frown, grabbed his head and pressed it against her gut. Letter could feel the muscles compress yet again, just this time they didn’t hold back and the mare inside was silenced in a series of wet crunches. “Want to be next? That can be arranged.”

Yet the was interrupted as the door slammed open and a loud scratching sound was heard from the door as if some large pressed itself through it. The object in question turned out to be a green dragon. The reptile barely fit through the entrance, scraping the door’s frame as he entered the living room.His belly was swollen with the bulges of the two ponies inside, the screaming and panicked load didn’t seem to bother the dragon at all, despite the rather large impacts their escape attempts made on the gut.

“I left some pizza for you outside, you might have to cut it to get it inside, though” the Dragon grumbled as he laid down on the floor.

Gaela acknowledged the new arrival with a look of disdain.“Oh if this isn’t our resident glutton, I'm almost shocked you only had two, is our dear Firepit getting soft?” She asked with a nagging tone in her voice.

Firepit didn’t seem to care for Gaela’s attempt to rile him and merely chuckled, “Well I was hoping for at least three carriers, but it seems their ‘largest’ is just pathetic. I hope they get..” With a large belch, he filled the room with a short burst of fire, starling the others, who jumped away from the dragon, “fired.”

Even Vilar groaned at this pun.

Letter meanwhile could enjoy having some space again, thanks to Gaela’s panicked jump. Still, he wasn’t exactly safe right now, with yet another dangerous predator joining the crowd. A rather unpleasant one at that, the heavy struggles from earlier had quickly waned and Firepit’s belly was still, albeit with still visible bulges. It was no wonder they didn't last long inside the scorching gut of a dragon.

“Hmm if you look at me like that maybe I’ll consider adding you to it. Would be a simple way to get to three ponies, don’t you think?” Firepit’s said in his deep voice. When the dragon stood up with a predatory grin and moved closer to him, Letter desperately looked for a way out but between the approaching dragon and the amusedly giggling gryphon next to him, he was trapped.

Tessera and Vilar wouldn’t much of help too, they seemed more interested in their own sloshing guts, which were slowly shrinking over time, so he could only fidget around while Firepit got closer. The dragon announced his a arrival, by giving the pony a massive lick, the warm, rough tongue flowing over Letter’s body. The pony could only shudder from this kind of attention. Once the tongue reached his head, Letter let out a started yelp as Firepit surged forward, enveloping his entire head and a good part of his upper body in the dragon’s salivating jaws.

Letter was forced to stare down into the dragon's gullet, a warm light coming from the depths of it. Sadly this wasn’t the only thing coming from the throat, hot air blasted over his face, carrying the smell of roasting meat. Letter had often heard Firepit boast that his gut literally cooked it contents, but he always took it as merely empty bragging but now he could even hear a faint sizzling coming from downstairs.

Suddenly the maw containing him lurched and pushed him deeper, down into the throat. The heat increased and he now could clearly hear the roasting flesh crack and sizzle, yet all his struggles proved futile as next swallow effortlessly carried him deeper. Letter was struggling as he sank deeper into the throat, yet when all seemed lost he felt hard claws firmly gripping his back leg, yanking him back, while at the same time the dragon itself seemed to lurch backward.

Eventually, Letter plopped out of the wet maw, still desperately trying to hold him inside, and tumbled to the floor. Still dizzy from the fall and the angry screaming around, he shook his head, trying to get back on his senses. Once his head started to get clear again and the screaming subsided the open his eyes to a rather peculiar situation.

Tessera, Gaela, and Firepit were standing in some kind of circle all glaring at each other, tensing strong in the air.

After some more of this tense silence Tessera spoke up “I have made it repeatedly clear that he belongs to me, yet I still have to constantly keep you douches away.” she snarled, her horn igniting with a corona of magic.

Firefit took the challenge and his maw started smoking as he prepared his flames, “Well then eat him already! Just because you want to take your sweet time don’t complain if someone else claims some free food.” Flames were already flickering past his lips as he was talking.

Gaela might have added the last spark necessary to ignite this fight, but just as she was starting to speak the three hotheads was suddenly enveloped by a mass of tentacle-tongues from Vilar, binding their limbs together and binding their muzzles shut.

Letter felt quite relieved that his home and, more importantly, he himself wouldn’t be wasted in some kind of massive brawl. He gave a thankful nod towards the tazelpony, who answered it in his own ways and casually strolled out of the apartments, dragging the protesting bundle of preds behind him through the cramped hallway.

Letter Press let out a relieved sigh as this ordeal was over. Looking over the chaos the uninvited guest left behind, he had some work in front of him, and some bones to get rid off. He was still unsure if living here was worth it, even with the cheap rent.

But hey, at least he had free pizza for days...