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 grabbed in a yellow magic aura and pulled inside. Before there was any chance for her to react or protest, she found a collar snapped in place around her neck. Glancing up at the pony she had picked, she found herself looking at Lyra Heartstrings. Twilight opened her mouth to ask what was going on when Lyra cut her off.

“Ah ah, my prey does not speak unless I say they can!” she growled out, attaching a leash to the collar on Twilight’s neck. Lyra gave a couple of small tugs on the leash to make sure everything was ready. Satisfied that everything was in place, Lyra turned around, hiked up her tail, then gave a sharp tug to Twilight’s leash. Twilight was forced to move forward, where her snout pressed right against Lyra’s ponut. “Lick,” was the only thing Lyra said. Her tone indicated it wasn’t a request. It was quite clear that Lyra was the one in charge and that Twilight’s opinions or wants were not important in the least. So Twilight could only obey what she was told to do. Slowly her tongue snaked out and lapped over Lyra’s pert ponut. The taste made her cringe slightly.

“You know, my girlfriend never wants to give me a rim,” she moaned out as she felt Twilight’s tongue glide over her slightly dirty ponut. “Mmm, yeah, get deep in there.”

There was a tighter tug on Twilight’s leash which pulled her snout harder against Lyra’s ponut. She continued to lick and please her pred as best she could but still shuddered slightly at the taste. She could only assume the taste contained traces of previous prey that had passed through her digestive tract.

“She thinks it’s too dangerous to do because I shove ponies up my butt. Like I’d ever do that to my girlfriend without her permission.”

In the midst of Lyra’s complaining, Twilight felt the ponut spread wide and her snout slip right inside. That was followed by the ponut clenching and pulling against her which pulled most of her head, save for her ears and mane, right inside the tight, squishy confines of Lyra’s butt. The stench inside hit her nose like a dump truck.

“But random pony prey? Yeah, I love doing this.” Just before Twilight’s whole head slipped inside and muffled any outside noises, Lyra said loudly, “Oh yeah, didn’t tell you. You’re not coming back. I never reform my prey.”

Those words were the last clear thing Twilight heard as her head slipped fully inside Lyra’s anus. Was Lyra just saying that to panic her into fighting or was she being serious? Twilight could only assume the worst; Lyra was being serious so she had to squirm, fight, and try to pull herself free.

Instead of breaking free, however, Twilight felt the sphincter tug against the back of her head and pulled her deeper into the musty, foul-smelling colon. One breath of the foul air inside caused Twilight to thrash and fight as hard as she could to free herself from the confines. She placed a hoof on each of Lyra’s cheeks and pushed, but Lyra proved to be much too strong for her. The ponut clenched hard around her neck followed by a tug that drew Twilight even deeper and trapped her hooves and wings inside. And the clenching continued at a fast pace.

Twilight soon found herself so far deep inside the colon that her snout and head was threatening to push into Lyra’s large intestine. And as more of her slipped inside, the deeper she traveled, Twilight could tell that Lyra was adjusting her position to better feed herself.

Once half of Twilight was inside Lyra, she sat down and let her weight finish forcing Twilight up her butt. There was no escape for the mare. It took mere seconds for her butt to land on the floor and trap the mare inside of her. NOw satisfied her prey wouldn’t escape, Lyra sat on her haunches and rubbed on the bulge that was Twilight. A bulge Lyra could feel slowly moving through her bowels and intestines and up to her stomach.

“Mmmm, love the feeling of squirming prey inside of me,” Lyra moaned out. Feeling a bit of air displaced inside of her, Lyra leaned slightly to her left, lifted her tail, and let out a rank smelling fart. “Oof… forgot doing this made me gassy…”

Twilight traveled through Lyra’s digestive system backward, more than likely not the first pony that had done so. First, she was pushed through a not so clean colon, with leftover waste from previous prey clinging to her coat. Then she found herself squeezed tightly through first the large intestine then the tighter small intestine until finally, she popped free into the larger, though not much roomier, stomach. And the air wasn’t any better than the lower tract.

The stench of old hay burgers and fries and the various greasy scents of past fast-food meals lingered in the air mixed with the rotting scent of digested ponies. It was obvious to Twilight that when Lyra wasn’t eating ponies her diet was incredibly poor.

As more of her was pushed into and deposited into the stomach, Twilight had very little room to move. It took a lot of her strength to just curl up to fit. And just when Twilight had just curled up and fully settled into her fleshy prison, she jumped lightly when she felt a liquid raining down on her. “H-Hey! What are you drinking out there!?”

There was no response from the mare, though, other than just a loud belch that shrank the stomach around Twilight. With the stomach hugging tight around her, Twilight could just make out the sound of something glass shattering on the floor. A potion, then? And what did it do?

Twilight didn’t have long to wonder. No sooner had the first few drops of potion splashed against the stomach wall, it lurched into overdrive. The chamber filled completely with acid almost immediately. There was only a tiny bit of room for Twilight to get a few gasps of air. Otherwise, the rest of her body was submerged in the acids.

There was no buildup of tingling to itching. In fact, it took mere seconds for it to feet like Twilight’s entire body was completely on fire. Any part of her body submerged in the stomach acids dissolved almost instantly. Pain coursed through Twilight’s body as she was digested quickly enough that her nerves didn’t have a chance to get fried. And it was all thanks to the quick digest potion Lyra had brought from Zecora.

An unfortunate side effect to the potion, at least for ponies other than Lyra, was it exacerbated her gas problem. She felt a large bubble of gas work through her lower intestine so Lyra, who was now resting on her quickly shrinking belly, lifted up her tail and let out a loud, trumpeting, rank smelling fart.

“Ahh… better out than-” Lyra’s thought was cut short when she felt the built-up gas rising up her throat. Her cheeks bulged out before she opened her mouth wide in a loud belch. Along with the escaping gas came a smattering of purple feathers followed by the small, purple horn of what used to be Princess Twilight Sparkle. It clattered to the floor as Lyra lifted her back leg and let out another rank fart.

“Ugh… looks like you’re the princess of pudge, now,” giggled Lyra just as the stagehand opened the door to get her.

“It’s time to go back on st- oh Sweet Celestia what is that stench?” The stagehand brought a hoof up to hold his nose.

Lyra’s only response was to flag her tail up again and pass an enormous amount of gas for the stagehand to see. “Yeah, sorry, that was me. Well, I guess you could blame it on Twilight since she’s the one that made me so gassy.” Slowly she stood up, her pudgy belly wobbling beneath her. “So, you said it was time to go back on stage?”

The stagehand didn’t dare open his mouth to speak in the foul flatulent miasma so he just nodded and led Lyra silently back to the stage. Silent save for the various farts escaping from Lyra with each step she took. Finally, the pair made it back to the studio and Lyra stepped out to the sound of cheers and applause. She found her mark and stood next to Steel Stud.

“Well, Lyra, it appears that you were successful in getting Twilight up your ponut and digested fully,” he started, not giving Lyra any time to respond. “But everypony here in the audience and watching at home want to know… have you changed your mind on Twilight’s fate?”

Lyra shook her head before she motioned for a camera to come in for a close-up. Once the camera was in place, Lyra flagged up her tail one final time and began to strain. The camera captured her pert ponut as it strained and struggled until it finally spread wide. The first bits of brown waste dropped to the ground in plain sight of the camera.

“Hey Bon Bon, I know you watch this show!” she grunted out as she felt pressure building again. She let out a rank fart, sighed, then felt another log of waste push free. The shit plopped to the floor with a dull, wet sound. “Take a good look. This could be you! Pudge on my flanks and brown logs of shit plopped down somewhere outside my house. I know how much you love spending time in our garden!”

She turned to look at Steel who was watching her with amusement. “My girlfriend is actually a prey pony, but she won’t let me shove her up my butt,” she complained as she felt something get stuck inside of her. “Oh she’ll watch me do it to other prey, but one day…” Lyra grunted and felt the thing inside her slowly get worked loose. Her ponut spread wider than before, something white, in stark contrast of the brown pile of shit, slid free and landed on the pile. It was Twilight’s skull.

“I’m not one for trophies, other than my sagging, pudgy belly,” she said to Steel as she stood back up. “So I’ll donate this skull to your show. Use it how you see fit.”

Steel cleared his throat and gave a nod, regaining his composure. “Well, that’s too bad for Twilight. Sometimes the preds won’t ever consider reformation no matter who you used to be. Now you’re just a big steaming pile here on the set of… The Vore Connection!