The Vore Connection

As soon as Twilight opened the door to the prepared back room for her 'date' with her chosen pred, she found herself getting shoved headfirst into a very familiar-looking mouth. She only got the briefest of glances at the mare's light blue coat seemed even lighter blue mane before her view became total darkness.

The sounds of desperate swallowing filled her ears as her pred wasted no time in any voreplay. Even in her confines, slipping deeper down into the gullet with each swallow, Twilight could tell that her pred had only one thing on her mind.

Another gulp brought the princess turned meal face to face with the entrance to the stomach. She could hear the needy glorps and gurgles from inside in anticipation of the pred’s latest snack. Frustrated at the whole situation, Twilight thrashed about to try and get free. But the more experienced pred only used the movement to help wolf down her food.

The sphincter to Trixie’s stomach opened wide to allow Twilight to slip inside. Once her head was inside, it only took a few more short gulps to pull the princess all the way inside. As Twilight settled down in the now distended belly, the pred let out a satisfied belch.

“BWwwooOOoOOooRP! Mmmm… you were delicious!”

From inside the stomach came Twilight's understandably annoyed voice.

"How would you even know, Trixie?!" complained Twilight. "No tasting me, no savoring me, just downing me like some cheap, back alley preyslut!"

Twilight anticipated many different responses to her outburst from a pred: how food shouldn't complain was one. That a pred's needs outweigh what a prey might want. She even expected an ‘it’s up to the pred to decide how she was eaten and if she was getting reformed after her trip.’ The one response she didn't expect to hear was an apology.

"I'm… I'm sorry, Twilight. You just don't know what I've been through recently. My shows aren't drawing in the crowds like they used to," explained Trixie. "I haven't been able to afford a decent meal in weeks! And the last good meal I’ve had was when I gulped down Starlight!” Trixie gave a longing sigh. “I couldn't even bring myself to reform her. And before you ask it was because she would have been so mad at me cause I gulped her down in her sleep and she’d never forgive me!"

"I- wow, I had no idea."

"Then when I heard about the game show I figured I had a shot at a decent meal. I was desperate! And I never expected the contestant would be you!"

Trixie's stomach grumbled and groaned as it started processing over her large meal.

"I suppose I should ask before I'm digested too much to talk,” said Twilight. “What do you intend to do with me? Just another meal you'll pine for in a week like Starlight because of your guilt?"

Trixie shook her head. "If it was anypony else, I'd keep you as belly pudge until I worked you off," she explained. “But seeing as you’re not only an Element of Harmony but THE Princess of Friendship and despite you being my rival I suppose I would have to say I’ll reform you.” Trixie paused briefly, listening to her stomach glorping and gurgling around Twilight. “Unless you were to give me a reason not to.”

Twilight could only blink in surprise at first, then narrowed her eyes in suspicion. “What are you getting at?” she asked warily.

“Welllll… I COULD go ahead and just digest you and never reform you again, eliminating one of the protectors of Equestria as well as my rival in one fell swoop. Or…”

There was another pause.

“Or?”

Trixie let out a small belch. “Or, you can get the kind of pred relationship you’ve always dreamed about and be my preyslut for life. I’d eat you any way you wanted and would always reform you afterward,” she offered. “I’d let you experience my belly and the gurgling, kneading and glorping you so desire over and over and over again. Equestria’s protection would stay, you’d get the relationship you want, and I’d technically have ‘bested’ my rival. So, what do you say?”

Trixie went silent, listening as her stomach gurgled and worked on processing the former Princess of Friendship. And that was all that she heard. “Hmmm… perhaps I waited too long to ask. I guess she’s passed out.” She gave a few pokes to her softening belly. “Oh well, guess that means I won’t-” In the middle of her thought the sound of a groan came from her belly and there was a slight squirming inside.

“Nnngh don’t poke me, and don’t rush me!” Twilight complained. “I was trying to think… and…”

“And?”

“I’ll do it,” she finally responded.

“What is it you’ll do?” Trixie asked, a smirk on her face. She enjoyed the power trip growing over her prey.

“I’ll be your preyslut. I’ll even wear the collar,” Twilight admitted with a weak groan. She was weak from the stomach’s stale air and with how far along digestion was. In fact, it seemed to her that digestion was taking a much shorter time than should be. “H-How am I… so… diges-”

Trixie rubbed slowly along the pony shaped bulge as the contours smoothed out. “Shhh shhh… don’t you worry your pretty little head about it. Just a bit of potion to speed things up since I was so hungry… Go to sleep and I’ll bring you back in no time at all.”

Twilight gave one last groan of pain before passing out, her last words barely heard over the gurgling stomach, “My pred…”

Trixie rubbed over her gut almost lovingly as it processed the Princess Pony of Friendship to just another meal for energy. “Mmm-hmm, and you will forever be my preyslut.” With those words Trixie passed out into a food coma, snoring loudly.

It was a few hours later when Trixie was woken up to an incessant poking to her now much smaller but still rounded belly.

“Miss? Miss Trixie?” It was one of the stagehands disturbing her sleep.

“Nnngh… what? What is it?” Trixie asked sleepily as she woke up.

“ I’m sorry to bother you Miss Trixie, but it’s time to bring you back out on stage.”

Trixie groaned as she stood up, mostly due to the fact that her sleep was being interrupted. Still, she had a show to finish. So she followed the stagehand and plodded her way back to the stage, stepping out to the sound of cheers and applause. She found her mark and stood next to Steel Stud.

“Welcome back, Trixie! Did you have a good nap?” Steel held up a hoof to stop her answer. “No need to say anything, the studio audience and the viewers at home got a good look at you sleeping off your meal. Anyway, it appears that you were successful in getting Twilight to your belly,” he continued, not giving Trixie any time to respond. “But everypony here in the audience and watching at home want to know… what fate have you decided? Is the princess a perment pudge on your paunch, or have you decided to bring her back?”

“Well, Steel, before Twilight digested and turned to this nice round belly you see dangling below me, we came to an agreement.”

“Go on.”

“I’ve agreed to reform her,” Trixie said letting a slight hush fall on the stage

“That can’t be all that you discussed, am I right?” asked Steel, his cheeky grin growing back on his face.

“You’re right, Steel. That wasn’t all. I will reform her... on the stipulation she becomes my preyslut for life.”

The crowd roared in approval as Trixie was escorted back off the stage.

“Well, there you have it folks!” said Steel Stud, gesturing to the mare leaving the stage. “Yet again a pred and prey match made here on: The Vore Connection! Tune in next week folks, when we’ll have a new prey picking their pred! Good Night, Equestria!”