Author's Note
Lelia, an orphan street dweller, is what you might call a rising professional thief and escape artist. So far she's used these skills to support herself by way of stealing expensive items and selling them on the black market at a high price.
She's not afraid to steal high-value items from predators and escapes 'usually' but her life will change when she meets a pony while fleeing a gang of criminals after nearly getting caught with her latest loot. (edited by Applefai
saved by the snatch
Rarity gracefully strolled down the moonlit alleyway toward her Fashion Week apartment. It wasn't situated in a sketchy neighborhood, still nestled within the theater district. She let out a sigh as her thoughts turned to her sister, wondering how she was faring in her new life. "She's really not a predator," Rarity mused aloud, reflecting on her sister's aversion to consuming other ponies and her odd preference for being the one consumed instead. "Well, I suppose I must keep an eye out for her, as I always do," she concluded, speaking her thoughts before being interrupted by a noise approaching her. She perked her ears up, recognizing the sound of panting breaths and the rhythmic clopping of hooves on the pavement. As she turned to investigate, a small filly, roughly half the size of her sister, collided with her side.
Lelia found herself sprawled on her back, momentarily dazed. However, she quickly regained her senses and noted that the mare she had bumped into didn't seem upset with her. She was relieved, at seeing a potential accomplice. A mischievous grin spread across her face as she glanced back in the direction she had come from with a hint of concern before returning her gaze to the mare in front of her.
Rarity gently lifted the young filly using her magic and carefully placed her on the ground in front of her. "Oh, my dear, you're rather small for wandering around these parts, especially at night; you're scarcely taller than my gaskin," Rarity remarked, concealing a sly grin with her dainty hoof as she settled down, curious about the unfolding encounter.
The small foal nodded, her eyes darting around nervously, and her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "I'm sorry, ma'am. I didn't mean to run into you," the filly murmured softly, clearly trying to keep something hidden from the older mare.
Rarity regarded the filly with a knowing expression, her gaze falling on the loose jewels adorning the foal's neck and shoulders. "Oh, my dear, you can't deceive me," Rarity began, recognizing the signs of someone who had once started with very little. She leaned in closer, her ears perking up at the faint sounds approaching from the direction the foal had come. "I believe I can help you hide, dear, but I must warn you, it might not be to your liking," Rarity continued, a sly glint in her eye as she saw an opportunity to provide another playmate for her younger sister.
She opened her maw, exposing the dripping cavern and beckoning the filly to climb in.
The filly's eyes widened as a look of fear and doubt set in.
Rarity closed her mouth and leaned up, "Darling, It's a choice between me or them, my dear, and rest assured, I won't bite," she concluded as she leaned back down, with a slightly ajar maw. She knew the filly had the option to flee, but that could expose her to predators with much darker intentions.
The filly's eyes darted around, thinking the mare would eat her "I-I was actually hoping to not be food... Miss." She said quickly, hoping she wouldn't be dinner. there was the distinct scent of mint as the mare closed her mouth and wondered what it was with predator and prey relationships these days.
"Oh, well, all you had to do was ask," Rarity remarked with a hint of amusement. At this Rarity spun around and practically sat on the foal, her head slipping into her snatch with a satisfying squelch. Rarity moaned, The jewelry was a little rough on her vestibule but she would slip them all in with practiced ease, She could hear the crowd growing closer and pressed her hooves into her belly, the growing lump slipping past her cervix with a bit of pressure and with no further resistance her flank hit the alleyways cold ground. Letting the willing snatch snack wiggle her way into her spongy womb.
She wasn't prepared for the sudden and quick unbirthing, even though she had inadvertently asked for it. She struggled the whole way up into the older mare, her bulge moving and wobbling as she was pushed through the cervix and into the womb. rarity now sporting quite the pregnant-looking underbelly that swayed to and fro with its new prisoner.
Rarity rubbed her belly gently as she felt the filly settle in. "Shh, my dear. Allow me to handle these ruffians; they don't deserve such exquisite gems," she whispered, casting a spell that concealed the formal shape of the filly within her belly. Three individuals rushed up to her, and she adopted the role of a protective mother, her horn ablaze as she whipped around. "Back off!" she exclaimed, startling the young stallion who had been poised to fight. His partner, however, quickly noticed the mare's round and conspicuously occupied belly.
"Easy, Rex, it's just a soon-to-be mom. Say, have you seen a filly running this way? She's in a world of trouble, stealing from the Northridge Clan," the other stallion spoke kindly, though his eyes betrayed a hint of malice.
Rarity composed herself, maintaining the facade she had adopted. She pretended to mull it over for a moment, her act had to be flawless. "No, I don't believe I have, although something did startle me briefly. It mostly kept to the shadows," she replied, gesturing to her left down a new alleyway that branched off from her own. "I think it went that way," she added, guiding the two would-be thugs in a different direction. The two stallions scrutinized her but found no reason to doubt her words. An awkward silence lingered between them before they decided to follow the ghostly figure they now pursued.
Lelia wriggled slightly within the warm and cushiony environment, doing her best to remain still inside Rarity's womb. It was challenging to hear inside the space, but once she thought the coast was clear, she relaxed a bit. "Phew!" Lelia exclaimed, wiping her brow, which was now coated in womb slime. "Are they gone?" she inquired, pushing against the spongy walls to speak more clearly.
Rarity strained to catch the muffled voice of her clandestine companion. She gently rubbed the bulge where Lelia resided, silently urging her to stay quiet, just as the last thug approached. Just as Rarity was about to turn around, she saw him coming and played her part. "Ah! Your friends went that way, chasing after some suspicious figure. It's best to keep your distance unless you'd like a shiner shaped like a lady's horseshoe," she warned with gritted teeth. Despite her smaller stature, the stallion nervously started maneuvering around her like a frightened dog, eager not to provoke the pregnant-looking creature before him.
Rarity waited, observing as the thug turned and scurried away, clearly intimidated. She maintained her facade as a concerned mother, her maternal instincts kicking in as she focused on Lelia. "Hmm, my dear, a simple spell should make it easier for me to hear you," she cooed, casting a spell to clear up the muffled voice within her womb. "Now, please, speak again," she requested as she began to walk toward her nearby apartment, located just on the other side of the alleyway.
Lelia felt the friendly magic wash over her, granting her more space to move and speak clearly. "Oh, it's nothing," she replied, stretching slightly inside. "Well, I truly appreciate your help, but I think I should be on my way." Lelia contemplated leaving and rolled herself towards the cervix, only to encounter resistance as the exit had become tight.
Rarity's vagina suddenly clenched shut, causing her to emit a short pant. "Oh, my dear, take it easy. Do you think a mother like me would leave her foal to wander?" she cooed, concerned for Lelia's well-being. "Why don't you wait until we're safe and sound in mommy's home? Then we can indulge in a playful game of 'escape from mommy's belly,'" she suggested, worried that the thugs might return. Rarity knew from past experiences that she needed to get off the streets before they discovered where she lived. She hoped her womb-dwelling friend would make the sensible choice, even though her burden shifted uncomfortably as she walked, with no apparent exit point from becoming her temporary foal.
Lelia was immediately upset, her frustration evident as she began to squirm and wriggle within the confines of Rarity's womb. "Hey! You can't just keep me in here! That's not fair!" she protested, pushing forcefully against the walls of the womb. This caused Rarity's belly to bulge and sway with her struggles, creating an unexpected sensation inside her host. Her actions inadvertently provided a maternal massage only a foal could deliver.
Rarity tittered in response to Lelia's protests. "Keep you? Darling, please, I only intend to offer my extended hospitality," she cooed, gently rubbing her belly and using her hooves to push the lumps caused by Lelia's movements back into place. "Besides, my dear, what do you think would have happened otherwise? Be a good little foal and settle in for mommy, please," Rarity continued, her voice soothing as she picked up the pace and explained to Lelia that she was now being adopted and taken to Rarity's home.
Rarity continued her journey homeward, her tone calm and collected as she addressed her mock foal."Hush, my dear. You'll be better off staying with me for a little while. You have a choice to make, you can embrace the opportunity to become my new daughter, or you can take your chances with those brutes. Once I've recovered enough, I can offer you an exit," she explained, enjoying the struggling squirms as she left the alleyway.
"Either way, you will be coming home with me, what you chose is entirely yours after that fact," she explained nonchalantly, drawing from her own experiences of evading predators, especially those larger than herself, much like the threat her womb-dwelling friend faced. As she turned a corner, she noticed that her womb companion had either started listening or had given up on attempting to force her cervix open, a feat beyond the small friend's capabilities.
Inside Rarity's womb, Lelia finally relaxed, feeling the comforting squeeze of the womb walls embracing her closely. "Oh, um, that's actually quite fine. This feels rather pleasant," Lelia sighed contentedly, starting to settle into her host's womb. She removed the uncomfortable necklace, finding herself growing comfortable in this unexpected situation.
Rarity smiled a predatory grin as she sensed the shift in Lelia's mindset, and she continued to rub her belly with her magic as she made her way back to the apartment where she was staying during Fashion Week. "That's it, darling. Now, just rest up; you have a whole eleven months to do so," she cooed with maternal affection. Upon reaching her apartment complex, she swiftly entered and shut the door behind her. She then ascended the stairs to her room, and upon arriving, her bed beckoned to her. Rarity eagerly climbed in, excited to see how her foal would develop as the sensation of warm fluid tickled her senses.
Inside the warmth of her host's womb, Lelia sighed and drifted into slumber, embraced by the comforting presence around her. Her grip relaxed, causing the necklace to slip from her grasp. It descended within the womb, pushing gently against the cervix. Being thinner than Lelia herself, it passed through the cervix with ease. As it did, Lelia found herself enveloped in warm amniotic fluids, beginning the transformative journey into becoming a foal.
Rarity, feeling herself leaking, delicately scratched at her folds with a hoof. She felt a lumpy mass fall into her hoof, and as she examined it, she realized it was the trinket Lelia had dropped earlier. A shiver of delight ran through her as she pulled it free, the chain gently tickling her insides. "Hmm, quite a lovely piece. I think I'll add it to my collection," she cooed softly, placing the trinket aside. She then rubbed her belly gently as she settled into bed, turning off the lights. In just a few minutes, she drifted off to sleep, the sensation of internal twitching and increasing water weight of the now fully formed amniotic sack accompanying her slumber.
“Unhoof me you brutes” a mare in a burlap sack cried as she was carried down a dark hallway
She had defaulted on her gambling debts and knew whatever awaited her wasn't good.
“Well-well-well took you long enough” The sack ceased its thrashing at the sound of the voice before being dropped to rest before a shadowed figure. The room was silent aside from a droning fan and the whimpers emanating from the now still, sack. “Help her up” the voice demanded as the two guards righted the suck into steal chair.
Rose froze; She knew that voice and wondered just what horror awaited her as the burlap covering her face was removed to reveal a lean well-fed mare she had come to dread the existence of. “Dani please I’ll pay you soon enough I promise” Rose began trying not to stammer in front of the apex female before her knowing she was barely beta in her imposing presence….
“You’ve said that four times already Miss Rose but don’t worry I have a method to motivate you not to run out on me again.” the imposing figure stated as the light was turned on blinding at first but when her eyes adjusted.
“Tootsie-sparkler!” Rose blurted as her eyes adjusted to see her two daughters floating loosely in the apex mare’s velvety aura several potion veils lying empty on the metal desk behind them.
“Mngh Mom” muffled cries crossed the distance in desperation as the two guards restrained the now panicked mother.
"No please I’ll pay you just not this anything but this " the mare growled as she realized your intentions.
"I do hope you can understand that I'm doing this so you'll get me the money you owe me," the apex mare began in a warning tone, turning her flank to face the indebted mare as the first of her twin foals floated over to large unnaturally aroused folds as the other floats in lazy magic, watching as their twin sibling is inserted into the dripping orifice like a squirming sex toy. “Mnhg!”
“You monster!” Rose cried watching as one of her foals was stuffed somewhere inane a squirming lump ascending into the apex mare's middle as it only gave her a predatory grin in response
"You've got a week to get the money, but until you can pay up I am going to be keeping these two with me," the imposing figure stated rubbing the fussing lumpy mass in her middle as she levitated its twin over and repeated the process " if out doesn't get me my money, you won't have any foals after the week is up," the larger mare threatened with a moan as the second foal was inserted into dripping winking folds a wet squelched silencing a meep as the remaining foal vanished up to her waist strong practiced kegals muscles making quick work of the fussing filly.
"I will I swear" the mare vowed, helplessly watching as her daughter ascended into the moaning mare's swelling middle a soaked tail following after two twitching hooves. "Please be gentle with them" the mare pleaded. falling to her knees in a broken state as her daughter's faces pushed out from within the fuzzy confines presented to her
"I will treat them like they were my own," the swollen mare stated as the foals pushed out, aimlessly searching for an exit. their mother watching, helpless to do anything. "Remember, one week. You don't get me the money by then, they'll become no more than a pregnant bulge in my belly." the mare warned, taunting her
the mare reached a helpless hoof the nervous gesture shifting into an attempt to calm her daughter as she nodded in response. "Understood shh don't worry I'll be back for you in a few days" the mare stated unnerved by the strange magic that allowed what was before her to transpire as the morbid reality of what was said sank in...
"I'm glad you understand." the apex mare stated signaling her guards to collect the mother as she walked over and sat behind her desk to enjoy her morphing middle... "You are dismissed." The threatening figure finished enjoying the two fussing lumps as guards were signaled to egress the former mother.
the mare looked torn half of her obviously wanting to stay with her foals even as they began to noticeably recede into the looming figure. "No, I’ll get the money I promise" A nervous chuckle escaped the mare as she allowed herself to be escorted out leaving the casino boss alone with two actively upset lumps.
dani stroked her middle enjoying the twins as they fought for space. "Hmm guess I'll be keeping you two for a bit, shhh Mommies working." she cooed lighting her horn as her middle firmed and the two deformations fell away into her shrinking belly. She would enjoy raising two new loyal employees As she went over her paperwork for the day.
Author's Note
leftover from an old roleplay in Vorequestria mares gain extra vitality and longevity from unbirthing as the farther they regress their prey the more years they add to their lifespans effectively making them immortal. so female preds are encouraged to do it more as it has extra benefits for both parties willing or otherwise.
