Chapters Introductions and Questions
The low lights of the studio obscured and hid the day’s contestant. Only the stagehands were close enough to see who it was, and they were too busy making a final check to their makeup to really pay attention. Once satisfied with their work, the stagehands left so the cameras could start rolling. Mere seconds after the cameras turned on, the loud voice of the announcer cut through the murmuring of the studio audience.
"Weeeeeeeeelcome to The Vore Connection, where we match a prey with a potential pred for life!" exclaimed the disembodied voice of the game show's announcer from. "Now, heeeeeere's your host, Steel Stud!"
At the announcer's cue, a charismatic earth pony with a white coat and silver mane walked out from behind the set. He flashed a big smile and waved to the cameras as the audience applauded.
"Hello and welcome to Equestria's favorite game show, The Pred Dating Game!" introduced the host. "I'm your host and matchmaker Steel Stud." Steel turned his gaze to the obscured mare and gestured to the silhouette. "Now, let's welcome our very special prey contestant."
"Our prey today is a very special guest,” he began. “She describes herself as a nerdy, introverted, lover of books. She’s saved Equestria on multiple occasions… Hailing all the way from Ponyville, let's give it up for the princess of friendship herself! Say hello to the one and only…” He paused to build up tension. “Twilight Sparkle!"
No sooner had her name been spoken the lights around her turned on at full brightness. Now no longer obscured in the shadows the crowd could see her clearly. The crowd went nuts. There were screams of recognition, thunderous applause and a few surprised gasps mixed in. THE Princess of Friendship, prey?
Steel let the crowd go on for only a short while before taking back control of the show.
Twilight paused briefly and took in all the ponies watching her. "Well, Steel, as you know I spend most of my time reading books or saving Equestria. But even princesses have their own baser needs. Being the one in charge is fine and all, but sometimes I’d rather be on the other side,” explained Twilight. “But reading and saving the world tend to limit my downtime. So naturally, my free time to find a nice pred is, well, quite limited. Besides, I'd prefer staying in the library in my free time over anything else, anyway.”
Steel gave a knowing nod as a cheeky smile formed on his face. "So would you say when it comes to finding Mr. Rightpred, you’d rather… check them out at the library?"
"Yeah, it would be so much easier than trying to go out and find my own. So when I heard about this game show..."
Steel gave another nod and gestured to the far wall. Behind the wall sat three potential preds Three preds who were positioned behind a wall and whose voices were magically altered. There would be no way for Twilight to know who they were by sight or sound.
"Well then, let's see if we can play matchmaker for you, Twilight. Say hello to Pred #1."
The crowd clapped politely before the pred spoke.
"I've spent many a night fantasizing about gulping you down!"
Twilight found the sentiment rather odd and slightly confusing, going as far as to reply simply, "Uh... hi Pred #1…"
"Pred #2."
“You sound quite delicious already. I can’t wait to get a taste of you.”
Twilight responded with a polite, “Why thank you.”
“And last but not least, Pred #3.”
“I’m just glad to be here, Steel!”
Steel gave a small nod after the introductions were done then turned and gestured to Twilight, who was patiently sitting and waiting. “Alright, Now that we’ve introduced the three preds, it’s now time to ask your questions!”
Twilight nodded back before taking a few seconds to think. She wasn’t quite sure which of her questions she would ask first. Finally, with a definite nod, she decided on what to ask first.
“Alright, my first question is to all three preds,” she said. “I tend to stay up rather late reading my books. So my question: are you more of a morning pony or a night owl? Pred number 1?”
Pred number 1 took no time in thinking of their answer. “I have my show I practice for so I have to get up early, but I hate hate hate mornings!” they complained. “But I also don’t like staying up super late. So, really, I’m not really a morning pony OR a night owl, I’d say I’m more of a permanently exhausted pigeon.”
Twilight could only chuckle at the response, though her mind was working overtime. Just who exactly was pred number 1? She knew many ponies who would fit that particular description. But she had little time to think. She had a game to play! “Heh, I see. And how about you, Pred number 2?”
Pred number 2 paused as they found the wording for their answer. “Well, my work requires me to stay up all night, so I am very much a night owl. Mornings are just the worst!”
Twilight nodded in response. “Yeah, mornings for me means it’s time for important princess business and having to put my books away. And some mornings it’s hard to drag myself away from my books.” Twilight gave a small sigh at that thought. “And finally, your answer pred number 3?”
Pred number 3 also paused, though much more briefly than pred number 2 as they formed their response. “Oh, that’s easy! I’m totally a morning person.” There was another brief pause. “Besides, it’s called ‘breakfast in bed’ not ‘dinner in bed’~”
Twilight blushed deeply at the implication and awkwardly cleared her throat.
“Ahem, y-yes, well…” Twilight responded with a slight flustered stutter. “My next question is to pred number 2. I love collecting and reading books. What’s the last book you read and did you enjoy it?”
Pred number 2 gave an audible gulp at the question. Twilight swore that despite not being able to see the pred, they were blushing from the question. “Well, er, it wasn’t exactly a book book like you would read,” they explained. “Not like a novel, I mean. It well... Not even my sister knows I have it. It’s…” There was a brief pause and the sound of a calming exhale as they prepared to finally answer. “To Serve Pone.”
Twilight blinked in response to the answer, her own blush growing redder. Had she heard the answer correctly? “I-I’m not sure I heard you correctly. You said that the last book you read was-”
“Yes, you heard correctly,” responded pred number 2. “The last book I read was the gryphon cookbook ‘To Serve Pone. And to answer the second part of your question, I have enjoyed it on multiple occasions. Some of which included fantasies of you as the main course.”
Twilight let out a small, almost indetectable moan from that admittance. “Y-yes, I see. T-Thank you,” she stammered out. Twilight took a few seconds to try and calm herself down enough to let the fantasies of whoever pred number 2 was leave her mind and calm down enough to be able to continue her questions.
“My next question is to pred number 3,” she continued once calm enough. “As prey, I may have certain requests of my pred, such as how gentle they are, how degrading they can be, those sorts of things. So my question for you is: What is the weirdest request a prey has asked of you and how did you respond?
Pred number 3 once again answered almost immediately. "I started a relationship with a prey, whose only real request was If we ever broke up, I would 'dump' her. She left the choice of reforming up to me."
Twilight blushed deeply at the response but nodded so the camera could see. “If I was in a long term relationship with a pred, I think I’d have that same stipulation. So have you…?”
“No, she’s too much fun to want to ‘dump’ just yet.”
“Thank you number 3. Now,” continued Twilight, “My next question is to pred number 1. What’s the most amazing meal you’ve ever had, either food or prey?”
“My job takes me across the country, spending time away from the hustle and bustle of the cities,” explained pred number 1. “Many places have quaint little hole in the wall places and offer delicious kinds of local food. However, the most amazing meal I ever had was the five-block all you could eat buffet out in Las Pegasus. I gorged myself until I couldn’t see the bottoms of my hooves, I was so stuffed!”
Twilight shifted slightly in her seat, trying to hide the growing arousal from all the answers she was getting. “Oof… I-I bet you were immobile for-”
“Two whole days.”
Twilight could only give a small gulp in response before she could clear her throat for one last question.
“My final question is a two-parter and for all the preds. What qualities are you looking for in a prey, and what is your favorite or preferred way of ingesting a meal?
Pred number 1 answered first. “Taste is always a top priority for my prey,” they responded. “Followed by how filling they are. As far as my favorite method of eating, I like to just gulp them down my throat.”
Pred number 2 was next. “Filling is definitely something that tops my list,” they answered. “But I also look for prey who can please me as well as entertain me.” There was a pause before an answer to the second part of the question. “I do enjoy all forms, but I suppose my preference would be to shove my prey down my cock.
And finally, pred number 3 answered. “To be completely honest, I’ve got no single criteria for picking prey. They all deserve to go somewhere in me!” There wasn’t even a pause for the second part of the question. “And favorite way of getting a meal inside me? Up the butt.”
The lights on the contestants dimmed as the spotlight trained on both Twilight and Steel Stud.
“Well, Twilight, you’ve asked your questions, got your answers, and now it’s time to make your choice!” The crowd clapped politely. “So, which pred will you choose to take backstage? Will it be Pred number 1, Pred number 2, or Pred number 3?”
Twilight sat in contemplation as she weighed her options, the answers she got, and her own personal preferences.
“Well, Steel I think I’ll choose:”
Pred Number 1 Pred Number 2 Pred Number 3
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!”
As soon as Twilight opened the door to the prepared back room for her 'date' with her chosen pred, she found herself standing in the presence of Princess Luna. A Princess Luna sporting a very large, throbbing horsecock between her legs. A cock that was already dripping with pre.
Twilight had heard talk that Luna frequented the game show, but to be the lucky one to be on an episode with Luna AND choose her as her pred? She couldn’t believe her luck. Well, it wasn’t exactly good luck based on the rumors she had heard.
Twilight gulped and nodded. Who hadn’t heard the stories of what Luna did with her prey? “Yes, I know you’re quite particular on which prey you reform and the others you… dispose of.”
“Then you must also know of the test I administer for my prey.” Luna pointed at her throbbing, dripping cock. “Pleasure me as best you can and, if I’m completely satisfied by the end, I will reform you.” She paused and lowered her voice, a tone of seriousness undercutting it. “Just know, if you fail your status as Princess and protector of Equestria will not save you. From the moment you stepped into this room until the moment I make my decision with what do with you, you are my prey.” Luna then gestured to her throbbing cock. “Now my little prey, show me what you got.”
Twilight immediately remembered another thing she had heard: Luna did not appreciate being made to wait. Waiting made Luna angry… and there were fates much worse than digestion if she was angered. So she quickly approached the tip of the cock, gave it a loving lick and lapped up a drop of the dripping pre. The musky taste danced on her tongue before the rather thick pre slid down the back of her throat. The taste along with the thickness turned Twilight on immensely, spurring her need to taste and touch even more of the cock.
She started with a kiss to the tip that quickly turned into a makeout session with it. At the same time, Twilight reached up with both her hooves and gently rubbed either side of the shaft. The making out along with the rubbing only coaxed out more of the tasty pre. She gulped down what she could, but allowed the excess to coat over her body.
Twilight was lost in pleasure as she moved from making out with the tip to lovingly lick over the entire length of the shaft. While the taste wasn’t quite as strong as from the pure pre dripping out, the cock itself was just as tasty. She licked and tasted over the cock, her tongue and mouth moving lower along the length until finally, she bumped against the entrance of the sheath. MInd hazed by pleasure, Twilight slipped her tongue inside. Not only did it serve to bring what she assumed was more pleasure to Luna, but it also gave Twilight an even better taste of the hidden musky flesh inside. There was even a hint of sweat mixed with the musk. It tasted heavenly!
While her tongue explored the deep depths of Luna’s sheath, she stole a glance at Luna’s face. She had hoped to see a rather pleased expression on her face. Instead, Luna’s face held a neutral, almost disappointed look. Twilight gave a gulp, realizing that despite her efforts so far, it was not impressing Luna at all.
So she dragged her tongue along the musky flesh until she found herself staring at the dripping tip yet again. She lapped up some more of the dripping pre but her goal was to get covered in the sticky fluids. Her head covered in pre, Twilight pressed herself against the cock slit. Slowly the slit opened wide enough which allowed Twilight’s muzzle to slip inside. Her plan was simple. She’d use her muzzle and head to pleasure luna. But as soon as she attempted to pull back, a hoof pressed against the back of her head. Luna didn’t want just a cock fucking, she was ready for the main course. Surely Luna was enjoying herself now she had a prey to sink down her cock.
Luna flexed her cock and swallowed hard around the mare’s muzzle. Just before her head was completely engulfed in the damp, musky darkness of Luna’s slick, warm, and dripping cock, Twilight stole another glance at Luna’s face. Despite everything, Luna still had her same neutral expression.
Twilight’s vision went completely dark as her head and most of her neck were gulped down into the cock. While she couldn’t see it, Luna’s expression was still unchanged. In fact, each swallow that dragged Twilight further and further down toward her final resting spot should have brought the pred great pleasure. If that was the case, Luna definitely did not show it. Eventually, the bulge that was Twilight disappeared from the cock and reappeared in Luna’s now oversized and overstuffed balls.
And once inside, Twilight immediately attempted to bring any and all pleasure to her pred. Fully ingested meant she had very little time to work if the rumors she had heard were true. So she first attempted to lovingly nuzzle against the warm, moist sac walls as cum began to drip around her. Twilight got no response. She then attempted to rub against the sides. Her hooves pushed and massaged gently, each movement easily seen in the tightness of Luna’s balls. Pre dripped from the tip of her cock in generous amounts and yet… no reaction from Luna.
Instead, each rub, each squirm, each nuzzle, every movement of the trapped mare caused the chamber she was in to fill quicker with cum. And where the cum touched there was a slight tingling sensation. Eventually, every push Twilight made to the walls around her resulted in an equal push back from the balls themselves. Digestion was already starting, and the loud sounds of gurgling and bubbling filled Twilight’s ears. The tingling, the clenching walls around her, and the sounds of digestion all caused Twilight to panic and speed up her efforts. She hoped she could bring at least enough pleasure to convince her pred to reform her.
“My little prey,” spoke Luna, making sure her words were in between the gurgles that were growing louder in sound. “You’ve tried to please me from the outside, you’ve tried to please me from the inside. I can feel you still trying to please me even now,” Luna said, her tone sounding rather flat. “It should be obvious to you at this point that you have failed your task. So I ask you, will you continue to fight, or succumb to your fate?” Luna paused briefly. “One will make the suffering worse,” finished Luna, though she made no explanation of which option would be the better option.
Twilight, with little time left, made her choice: to just accept her fate. Her fighting stopped and she went still, listening and waiting for the balls to turn her into a batch of royal cum. But as she went still, the depth of cum around her became shallow. The tingling on her body turned into a deep, burning itch over her entire body. She couldn’t stay still at all and began to thrash about from the pain. No sooner had she started fighting again, Twilight found the level of cum rise around her and the itching returned to just a tingling.
Twilight realized two things when the muted tingling returned. First, that parts of her were melting off and getting transformed into cum which added to the rising pool of cum around her. And second, she realized that as long as she was moving and fighting, the pain wouldn’t come back.
But as more of her melted, turned to cum, and added to the rising pool, the harder it was to keep up her fighting. And while Luna certainly enjoyed the squirming, digesting bulge in her balls, her same neutral expression never left her face.
“Well, we are almost at the end of the test, my little prey,” said Luna as she reached down to rub lightly at her balls. “And I’m afraid you have not satisfied me in the least. You know what that means, correct?”
Twilight barely had the strength to answer. “I-I’m… not coming back, am I?”
Luna shook her head. “Indeed you are correct,” she stated simply as her balls gave a rather loud, ominous gurgling sound. As soon as the sound had passed, there on Luna’s balls was Twilight’s cutie mark.
The deed had been done. Twilight, turned fully to spunk, sloshed about inside the fleshy prison of Luna’s balls. Knowing that the studio audience would want a show, Luna slipped a condom onto the tip of her cock. Her expression never changed as she masturbated fast and furious. She cared little about the pleasure of the act. She just wanted to get the spunk out of her as quickly as possible.
“Ugh… one of the worst prey I’ve ever had,” complained Luna as her cock tip flared out wide. “I even hate having to waste an enchanted condom on her.” Spurt after spurt of the cum Twilight had become flowed out of that flared tip and into the condom as she filled it up. And as it filled, Twilight’s cutie mark faded from Luna’s balls and appeared on the enchanted condom.
Just as the last of the transformed mare sloshed into the condom, one of the show’s stagehands came back and opened the door. Luna was in the process of slipping the end of the condom off her cock and tying it off when she was interrupted. She finished tying the condom off before addressing the pony who had entered. “I’m finished with my prey. Since you’re here, I assume you are ready for me back on stage?”
The stagehand nodded and gave an audible gulp, motioning for her to follow him.
“Very well,” she stated simply as she followed close behind. She leaned down to whisper in his ear as they walked. “You have every right to be nervous around me,” she whispered so only the stagehand could hear. “Most ponies don’t get to see the royal cock and live to tell about it,” she continued as they walked, her cock retreating back into the protective sheath. “Had I not just converted a prey to a batch of spunk, you’d be squirming your way down to get turned into a load yourself.” Luna smirked, watching the stagehand freeze thanks to her teasings. “Tell you what. Once we’re done here you can come visit my royal chamber and test your luck. Why, you might even become my new royal foal~”
The stagehand gulped again and gave an enthusiastic nod before ushering the princess out onto the stage to the sound of cheers and applause. She found her mark and stood next to Steel Stud.
“Well, Princess Luna, the studio audience and our viewers at home watched as Twilight disappeared down your shaft and into your balls. It also appears you were successful in getting Twilight turned to spunk,” he stated, gesturing to the full condom Luna was carrying. “But everypony here and at home want to know… what fate have you decided?”
Luna plopped the full condom sporting Twilight’s cutie mark on the stage in front of her. “Steel, It is with disappointment that I must say, the prey offered to me was even less satisfying than I have ever had,” she said with a tone of annoyance. “As such…”
Luna lifted a hoof and placed it on the enchanted condom. She applied enough pressure to make the condom pop right there on the stage. The cum held inside splattered out on the floor while Twilight’s cutie mark on the condom faded to nothing.
“This prey is not worthy of being reformed, and has been banished to be just a drying cum stain on this stage.”
Steel gave a shrug. “Oh well,” he said. “Not everypony finds a good match. Tune in next week folks, when we’ll have a new prey picking their pred on… 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!