Peetzer Pone's Specialty Pizzas

by thatoneguy28

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Princess Luna, Treehugger, Fetish, Princess Celestia, Slice of Life, Sex, Death, Anthro
Length: 4419

Celestia has retired! But to keep from being bored she takes a job at a local pizzeria. Can she survive her first night working, or will she get fired?

After passing along her princessly duties to Twilight Sparkle, Celestia finds herself growing bored of ordinary life. So she decides to take a job working for Peetzer Pones, a place where the specialty pizzas come with vorish ends. It's her first night running the deliveries and according to the order her first stop is at Tree Hugger's place. Treehugger doesn't remember ordering a pizza but hey, she won't pass up a free pizza.

Takes place in an AU where vore is not only expected, it may even be wanted.
Content Warnings: Oral Vore, Cock Vore, Digestion, Drug Use[/spoiler

Was supposed to be an art jam entry but didn't actually get it officially entered.

Published 2019-05-10 02:50:01 UTC
Last updated 2019-05-10 02:50:01 UTC

Celestia's First Night

After finally retiring from the whole princess job, letting Cadance, Luna, and Twilight start handling things, it didn’t take Celestia very long to realize that plain, non-princess life was BORING. There was really nothing for her to do with herself. So instead of going completely insane from boredom, she decided on a job. Definitely different from being a Princess. And hopefully not boring for her in the least. Her job of choice? A pizza delivery pony.

The pizza place she chose to work for happened to be quite close to Canterlot Castle. The place, creatively named Peetzer Pones, was quickly becoming popular for their specialty pizzas. And as such, it was easy for Celestia to get a job there. So on her first night, Celestia stood in front of a door in an apartment complex dressed fully in her Peetzer Pones’ uniform. In one hand she held a pizza box while the other was raised to knock on the door. Before she knocked, though, she made one last check of the delivery order to confirm the delivery: one Scarf-It-All Peetzer. She knocked on the door.

“Peetzer Pones Pizza delivery!” called out Celestia as she knocked. She paused and listened for any kinds of movement. Not hearing anything she knocked again, a bit louder. “Hello? Pizza delivery?” She paused again and listened, giving a sigh. “I swear if my first delivery is a fake pizza delivery…” she muttered.

In the middle of her muttering to herself, she finally heard some sort of movement from inside the apartment. It sounded as if a pony was standing up and walking across a soft, plush carpet. She listened as the door was unlocked and the security chain removed. A few seconds later the door swung open.

In a world of anthros, it was not uncommon to see some of the citizens closer to a feral form. In fact, in Canterlot it was almost expected. But what Celestia saw when the door opened caught her completely off guard: a diminutive pony standing in the open door. It was the rarest of the rare to see a citizen in a full-fledged feral pony form.

“Hello?” asked the pony, her voice lethargic and slightly strained. Her eyes were bloodshot, there was a dopey smile on her face, and the scent of weed drifted out the front door. The pungent smell was unmistakable, even to a former princess. The pony glanced up at the tall, anthro Celestia, then her eyes drifted to the uniform she was wearing and finally, the box she was holding. “Oh, awesome! Pizza…” she said in that same, lethargic tone. “Like, come on in!”

The invitation inside was part of the process of delivering a pizza at Peetzer Pones. It was a first step in consenting to the nature of the specialty pizza. So Celestia complied and entered the apartment. She glanced around at the mess in the living room. There was a mix of empty and half-empty potion bottles, a bong, and even a random assortment of snacks and drinks strewn about everywhere. There was no rhyme or reason to where the items were. They just… were.

“Don’t mind the junk or the smell, I’m just chilling out tonight. Weed mixed with herbs from Zecora and some poison joke,” explained Treehugger. “It’s my favorite blend. Makes me feel like I’ve turned into a small pony!” There was a pause and she giggled. “Oh, yeah, I forgot to tell you my name it’s-”

“Treehugger, correct?” Celestia answered. “And it appears that your blend literally turns you into a small pony.”

Treehugger’s eyes went as wide as plates from the answer. “Whoa! Like, how did you know? Are you psychic?” asked Treehugger in a surprised tone.

Celestia could only chuckle lightly at the surprising question. She shook her head. “No, I’m not psychic!” she laughed. “You attended a gala with Fluttershy some time back, remember?” explained Celestia.

The pony before her tilted her head slowly as she struggled to recall that memory. Despite the haze in her mind, though, she was able to briefly remember. “Oh, yeah. That’s when that green blob showed up and digested a whole bunch of shiny stuff. And I think a pony or two. That was hot.”

Celestia nodded. It was refreshing to have such a candid talk with one of her subjects. And it was enjoyable to have small talk about things other than the state of Equestria. She was content to continue the small talk, but a brief glance to the box she was holding brought her back to the task at hand.

“Oh! Right! The pizza! I almost forgot!” she said apologetically. “It’s my first shift doing deliveries and I’m quite a bit nervous. I’ve never had a real job before.”

Treehugger just shook her head and waved with a hoof for Celestia to follow her. They headed toward the kitchen. “It’s fiiiiiiiiiiine,” came her slow response, followed by a light giggle. “I sometimes forget things from time to time too.”

“So just to make sure,” Celestia said as the pair entered the kitchen. “You ordered the Scarf-It-All Peetzer, correct?”

In all honesty, Treehugger hadn’t actually ordered a pizza. Actually, she didn’t really remember if she had ordered a pizza or not. But pizzas didn’t get delivered to her apartment if they weren’t already paid for. And with the munchies she was having, there was no way she was passing up a free meal.

“Huh? Oh, uh, yeah, I sure did!” Treehugger replied somewhat distractedly. “I love me some Scarf-It-All!” she lied, dead set on getting a free meal. All she could think about was a delicious pizza hopefully satisfying her munchies. But when she turned back to get the pizza from Celestia, she found herself caught in the alicorn’s magic.

Celestia said nothing as she pulled to pony up to her mouth. Her lips parted, her tongue snaked out, then gave a small lick to taste the pony. The mix of her smoking blend and her personal care products gave her a delectable but slightly spicy flavor. A flavor that caused Celestia’s mouth to water.

She couldn’t wait any longer. Just as Treehugger was about to protest her treatment, Celestia shoved the pony’s head in her mouth. Her cheeks bulged out from how full they were. After a few more exploratory tastes of her meal, Celestia swallowed. The hard gulp pulled more of the small pony into her mouth and shoved the head against the back of her throat. With how tight it was in that maw, any protests Treehugger could make were completely muffled.

Celestia was grateful her first delivery ended up being in a pony form; it made her meal that much easier to eat. With another gulp, Treehugger’s head slipped into the even tighter throat. Celestia’s throat bulged out as the pony was very slowly worked down. She followed with another hard swallow; all that was left outside of Celestia’s mouth was Treehugger’s back hooves and tail.

With certain old traditions she had taken part in years ago, that wasn’t her first time swallowing down anypony else. However, with that being her first delivery, she didn’t know how much time she should take. Should she take her time to savor the taste of her meal, or just gulp them down without a thought? She wasn’t entirely sure. What she did know was she had more deliveries to make, so that meant it would be probably best to end her first delivery quickly.

She tilted her head back and gave one final, powerful swallow. Treehugger was dragged fully into Celestia’s mouth before getting crammed down into the tight, wet throat. The bulge she made was dragged downward until it disappeared. Then, the bulge reappeared, rounding out Celestia’s belly. Once her meal had settled into position, she let out a loud belch. The confines of the stomach hugged tighter around the pony she had eaten. With how tight it was inside of her at that point, it prevented Treehugger from saying anything or crying out.

Satisfied that she had performed the delivery properly, Celestia took one more look around the apartment. With some items looking like they didn’t match with Treehugger’s sensibilities, she realized that Treehugger didn’t live alone. Standard procedure in the case was to leave the pizza for those left after the delivery. So she left the pizza for them along with a quick note:

‘Your roommate ordered a Scarf-It-All Pizza from Peetzer Pones. She was quite delicious. Please enjoy the actual pizza she ordered and keep us in mind for all your preyish needs in the future.’

Now fully satisfied she had completed her job successfully, Celestia turned to walk toward the door. After only a few steps, her stomach gave a loud grumble as it started to digest the pony stewing in her stomach. Thanks to her alicorn anatomy, her metabolism was much higher than other ponies. Groans and gurgles filled the room as her meal was quickly being digested away.

She was only a few steps away from the door when something started to seem... off to her. Colors looked more vibrant, smells seemed more intense and everything seemed to be more… significant. TIme also seemed to slow down as well.

“Whoa… I think there was something in that hippie pone,” muttered Celestia as she slowly stumbled out of the apartment, down the stairs, and back to her car. As she climbed in and slid into place behind the wheel, her hair brushed against the headrest of her seat. She blinked in surprise and sat there for a minute, processing the sound she had heard before finally saying something as if she had discovered a profound truth. “I can hear my hair growing!”

Celestia was going nowhere fast. She sat in her car and stared out the windshield while she pondered her profound truth. Eventually, though, she remembered she was supposed to be going somewhere, so she started her car and began driving back to the store.

Well, she thought she had turned the car on and was driving back to the store for her next delivery. She had, in fact, not turned the car on at all. She only thought she was driving. Concerned that she wasn’t driving as best she could, she glanced over to her passenger, narrowed her eyes as if studying them, gave a nod, then asked a very important question.

“Hey, Giant Talking Cake,” Celestia said aloud. “Am I driving OK? I don’t want to get pulled over for speeding.”

The Giant Talking Cake turned to look at Celestia with their strawberry eyes. They blinked once, looked back out the car window, then back to Celestia. “I think we’re parked.”

Celestia looked out again and blinked slowly. She was able to confirm what the Giant Talking Cake had told her. “Oh… I think you’re right. Her stomach suddenly made a loud gurgle as her digestion kicked into high gear. She was quite enjoying what she was feeling and, if every pony she ate made her feel like she was feeling, she was definitely going to love her new job.

In the midst of her contemplations her phone rang. She took a quick glance at the screen to see who was calling her. It was work calling. Seeing as it was her job she figured it was important and, driving or not, decided to pick up.

“Hey boss,” she said as soon as she had answered. “Really shouldn’t be talking on the phone right now, I’m driving. Shut up Giant Talking Cake, I totally am driving! Ok, hanging up now, bye.”

Celestia managed to get her car started and started to drive down the street at 10 mph. Well under the speed limit. Even so, the Giant Talking Cake turned to Celestia and started yelling at her.

“Hey, careful! There’s a beverage in here!”

There was, in fact, no beverage in her car. But Celestia definitely saw a beverage there. The largest sized milkshake was stuffed tight in her much too small cup holder. Confused from the outburst and seeing a milkshake shoved in a cup holder way too small to actually hold it, Celestia turned to what she thought was a Giant Talking Cake and asked carefully, “Floor it?” She waited for an answer and, unsurprisingly getting none, she shrugged and gave a nod. “Ok, floor it.” Celestia took off into the night, headed back to the store for her next delivery.

When she had agreed with Celestia about the pizza Treehugger had expected a free pizza, not to get gobbled up like a pizza. But she was stoned and had the munchies something fierce. And in her haze, she hadn’t realized the name of the pizza place that was delivered, nor the fact it was a specialty pizza that was ordered.

So no sooner had she agreed to receive the delivered pizza and turned to face Celestia, Treehugger found herself staring down the tight gullet of the delivery pony. And with only a few powerful gulps, found herself curled up in the anthro’s stomach. At first, Treehugger thought she was hallucinating, but with the temperature and wetness that surrounded her, she realized this was not part of her trip at all. The inside of Celestia’s stomach was cramped and hugged tightly around the pony. Luckily for Treehugger, it was also devoid of any other food.

Her second thought was since it was Celestia and she was known to play pranks on ponies, it was obviously just one of her pranks. She’d keep her inside just long enough to prank her, spit her back out and they’d all laugh about it. But when Celestia let out a rather crass belch and patted her belly, Treehugger realized it wasn’t a hallucination and it wasn’t a prank! Though her mind was hazy she knew she had to get out. So she began to push and squirm, trying to give Celestia an upset stomach. She didn’t want to be a meal! If anything, she had planned to one day devour her roommate, Fluttershy! But with how tight it was around her now with less air surrounding her, she could barely move. And even worse, she was starting to feel itchy.

The wetness that surrounded her body had been soaking into her coat until there started to be a burning, tingling sensation all over her. It felt like the pinpricks of needles spreading over her entire body. What began as an effort to cause an upset stomach turned into full-fledged thrashing. She needed to get out!

“Like, not cool! Let me out of here!” Treehugger cried out. But with the loud glorps and gurgles from the stomach working on her she wasn’t entirely sure Celestia could hear her. Not that Celestia couldn't hear what her meal was saying. It was more a matter of she wasn’t in a state to hear her at all. Unbeknownst to the mare stewing and digesting in Celestia’s stomach, her nightly fun of weed and poison joke had accidentally affected Celestia as well. It didn’t mellow out the stomach, though; it began to knead and churn harder and faster as well as let out more of the tingling stomach acid onto her body.

Along with the churning and gurgles surrounding her now quickly digesting body was now a distinct sound of sloshing. The anthro Celestia who swallowed her was very obviously on the move. With each step her pred took, more and more of the stomach acid splashed on her body. What had started as a light itching sensation over her body turned into a full body burning sensation. Her body went into survival mode. She thrashed even harder which only caused another belch to escape the stomach she was trapped in. Then… all the pain suddenly stopped.

With the air thinning around her, her nerve endings shot, and the damage to her body from the stomach acids, she quickly passed out and slipped below the rising acid levels. Treehugger was now just a nutrient soup to fuel the pony who had devoured her as they sped down the street.

Celestia sped down the road back to her job while her stomach continued to work over her large meal. She certainly enjoyed the full feeling along with the high she was on, but another feeling crept up deep in her core. Due in part to the drugs that Treehugger had ingested and despite how full she already was, Celestia felt really, REALLY hungry. A heavy case of the munchies hit her like a truck.

Through the hazy fog of the drugs coursing through her body, a stray train of thought managed to cross her mind: she was heading back to a pizza place, she had a phone, so the obvious choice was to call and order a pizza. But with how hard the munchies hit her, she was feeling extremely hungry. And with such an extreme hunger she obviously needed to order a specialty pizza. So while still driving down the street way over the speed limit, she pulled out her cell phone and called the store.

Celestia immediately stretched her arm out after she said hello. Her boss had answered the phone and began to loudly berate her. He chewed her out about hanging up on him earlier, how the customer had called to complain that the pizza hadn’t shown up, how he had to send out another delivery driver to do the job she had been sent to do, and some other things she wasn’t really paying attention to. When he finally paused long enough in his ranting Celestia brought the phone back to her ear and began speaking as if she hadn’t heard any of her boss’s complaints.

“Yeah, sorry about that boss, but I’m like, already on my way back!” she answered. “First delivery was successful. Oh and, yeah, I wanna put in an order for a specialty pizza, I’m STARVING!”

The boss was about to start another tirade of yelling about policy and how he normally wouldn’t have taken an order from an employee while they were still on the clock. But with all the problems she had caused on not only her first night but also with her first delivery, his mind was already made up he was going to fire her. Sure there were special procedures when it came to firing a member of royalty from any job, but if she wanted to order one of their specialty pizzas… there were no stipulations for royalty then. She would just be another customer. So there was no reason he would prevent Celestia from ordering.

“Yeah, alright, fine,” came the boss’s gruff voice. “One specialty pizza for Princess Celestia. Which one ya’ want?”

Realizing a decision of such high magnitude required her most undivided of attention, Celestia pulled to the side of the road and parked abruptly. Once safely over, she shut off the car and turned to ask her passenger what to get.

“Giant Talking Cake, he’s asking me what kind of pizza to get!” Celestia paused to think for a bit vaguely remembering something about colors. “Hmmm... I remember there being something about colors from my training…”

Giant Talking Cake gave a nod. “Oh yes, there are colors for the specialty pizzas, remember? White, purple, pink… And then there’s your favorite color!”

Celestia gave a nod back and gasped! “Oh! You’re right!” exclaimed Celestia. “My favorite color is blue so I want a blue pizza!” she said quickly, licking her lips. “Now what toppings am I in the mood for?”

“Oh no doubt about it,” replied the Giant Talking Cake. “Yeah, no doubt about it!” echoed the too large milkshake in her cup holder. Celestia looked expectantly at her two passengers. “Well? Spit it out!”

“Extra meat, duh!” replied the milkshake. Celestia slapped her forehead and gave another nod. “Of course! So obvious!” she replied before speaking back into her phone. “I want a blue pizza with extra meat!” Her stomach gurgled and rumbled in agreement to the order.

“Alright, one Blue Extra Meat specialty pizza,” read back her boss, a slight chuckle in his voice. “Once you get back, head to the office to pick up your order. And thanks for working for us.”

Celestia simply brushed off anything implied by the odd thanks. She shrugged then responded with a quick “Thanks! I’ll be back shortly!” and hung up. She turned her car back on and got back on the road, not quite as fast as she had been going earlier but still at a good pace.

Once Celestia made it safely back to the store, she stumbled her way back inside. She gave a small wave and a thumbs up to her boss as she entered. “First delivery successful!” With her stomach growling louder, she headed straight to the back office. “Aww yeah, pizza time! I’m STARVING!”

Celestia pushed the door open with a loud bang. She glanced back and forth looking for a pizza and, finding none, gave a jump when she heard the door slam behind her. Mere seconds after the door slammed shut, she found herself held in place by magic. Everything around her seemed to explode in size as she was shrunk down. And caught off guard, she went to cry out. But a silence spell kept her from saying anything at all. Once she got her bearings she found herself staring at the unflared tip of a large, deep blue cock drooling with precum. Of course, In her hazed state, she didn’t even recognize who that cock belonged to.

Before she could react she found herself rubbed lightly in the precum before being unceremoniously shoved into the large cockslit. At her current size, she barely made a bulge as she was forced downward. Whoever was eating her was not taking it slow, swallowing her down quickly until she was deposited inside one of the large testicles.

Luna sat in the office as she waited patiently. The owner had contacted her about a patron specifically requesting her services for an Extra Meat specialty pizza. Not only that, she had been told they had a few requests. The first request was that Luna herself would be blindfolded. The second request was that they would be shrunk down. The third, that a silencing spell was cast on them as well, both to keep them quiet and to prevent any spell casting. And a fourth, to not take it slow at all. The prey wanted to be devoured fast.

They were not the most unusual requests. However, it did cause Luna to be somewhat miffed she wouldn’t have the pleasure of watching her prey sink deep down to her royal jewels But if that's what the prey wanted, she would happily deliver. So once the door opened she would get to work.

She heard the door slam open and the unmistakable sound of someone entering the room. She listened carefully, waiting for just the right moment… She was fairly certain they had entered far enough into the room. So Luna slammed the door closed behind her prey and locked it for privacy. She then immobilized her prey in her magic while at the same time shrinking it down. Wasting little time she then shoved it against her unflared cock tip. She made sure to slide her prey through the gobs of pre dripping from her tip. It was partly to prep the snack for ingestion, partly to tease the prey about where they were going. She did enjoy teasing her prey, but unfortunately, she had been told to make it quick.

So with only a few disappointing seconds of teasing, she shoved her prey into her cock. With a single press, she slipped the entirety of her prey inside her cock. With how small they were, it was easy for her to slurp it down. It only took two flexes of her cock to bring the bulge made by her prey down past her medial ring. Two more flexes and the small bulge came to rest just outside of Luna’s sheath. With one final flex of her cock, the bulge slipped past the edge of the sheath, seemed to disappear briefly, then reappeared in her left testicle.

Luna had years of practice with the various forms of devouring ponies. While not as widely practiced as in the olden days, Luna still found time to partake in the vorish arts. It kept her skills, and her control, well-honed. She could keep a prey trapped anywhere in her body nearly indefinitely with the amount of control she had. But since the prey had requested the process be quick, she was already letting digestion start.

At the same time, Luna’s cock was quickly becoming flaccid. It slipped its’ way back into the protective sheath just as she removed the blindfold from her eyes. She stood up from the chair she was sitting in, pulled her panties and pants back up, then crudely grabbed at the bulge made from her package to adjust it to a more comfortable position. Once she was certain she looked presentable, she unlocked the door to the office, opened said door, then strode out casually. The obvious, but quite muffled, sounds of digestion were easy to pick out.

“Thank you for calling me about this request,” she told the boss as she walked toward the front door. “I do enjoy partaking of other ponies.” She paused to think, then gave a nod. “You are always welcome to request my services, but next time, please make sure there is no request for speed. I prefer taking things slow.”

“Yeah, sure, not a problem. Say,” the boss said, giving a thoughtful scratch to his chin. “What do you plan on doing with your prey?”

“Honestly? I’m about to start my dreamwalking for the night. Think I’ll turn my prey into dream cum, use it for a few wet dreams. Of course, that means I’ll have no trophy to keep or way to bring them back. Doubt the prey really cares either way, though.”

So with a nonchalant wave, Luna walked out the front of Peetzer Pones, balls working to turn her prey, unbeknownst to her as her sister, into that dream cum. Many ponies would get fulfilling wet dreams that night, all thanks to Celestia’s screw up.

Luna gave one more pat to her full balls then shrugged. “Eh, I wasn’t planning on reforming them anyway.”