1,000 & 1 Reasons To Stay Inside
One More Reason To Never Go Outside
Peachy Cream hated shopping. She hated it with a scorching passion; her social anxiety she loathed any sort of social interaction that did not consist of family, and even then, that was harshly limited. It was something about shopping that seemed to call upon the worst in ponies from cutting in line to giving the cashier a hard time when she’s right behind them, silently wishing murder was legal so she could take her anger out on the braindead customer in front of her with no fear of arrestment.
Alas, it was that that time of the year again where she was burdened with stocking up on supplies once more. Being the eldest of 6 children came with more problems than benefits, it felt at times, and since it was the beginning of the year, that meant it was her turn to restock with the supplies necessary for the family business to stay afloat. And it just so happens that her turn fell on the 2nd of January… just splendid.
“Haha, you have to go shopping!”
It was nothing if not expected that her siblings were the only ponies to draw a side out of her that wasn’t pure shyness more times than not, and her youngest brother’s taunting did just that. She turned to him with a burning, hateful glare, barely fighting the urge to swallow him whole before she left but decided against it as digestion was – surprise surprise – permanent, she would have to pick up his turn to restock on supplies. Trust her, she’s been through this before.
Instead, she scoffed, kicking him in the stomach, making him stop. But before he could respond or retort, she bolted out the door, saddlebag on with the appropriate money, and closed it behind her. She knew she looked like a mad-pony sprinting down the street as she was, wearing the goofiest grin she’s ever wore that day, but the feeling of having gotten back at that rotten piece of candy was exhilarating.
Exhilarating, yet not long lasting, the Unicorn mare approaching the shopping center, her eyes opening to see the wave of customers pushing past the gates. January the 2nd; the day to celebrate New Years’ which meant many ponies were purchasing fireworks and the most expensive liquor their money could buy. A frown encompassed her face, her head hung low as she tried to snake through the crowd. Luckily, her tall, skinny frame gave her no issue in doing just that. Sure, she had bumped into the occasional rowdy, drunk, or both customers, but that was a dime a dozen in this sort of environment, and she didn’t care very much about it.
Once she was past the initial crowd, she felt the tears begin to form as she saw the aisles she was in desperate need in flooded with ponies left and right, it was her worst nightmare come true for the… she didn’t even know and didn’t care to count, just trying to was enough to make her feel her entire world crumble down on her.
The one benefit to dragging herself through this torture was that she had memorized the layout of this particular grocery store like the back of her hoof and it was no longer the hassle it was to make it to her designated aisles when ponies were not a factor. And since the store had recently restocked in fruit, sugar, and many other essential ingredients when crafting candy, it made it easier than she expected to get what she wanted and be on her way.
The real challenge, however, arose when she came to the lines. She felt her heart skip a beat, each till filled with customers, each individual line so large that it bled past into the aisles in certain spots, and none of them seemed to get shorter. She would’ve pitied the employees burdened with such a workload if she hadn’t been burdened with finding the ideal line to commence her transaction, of which, there weren’t many.
She eventually cut her losses with trying to find a good line and picked one at random, grimacing as she realized she was standing behind a stallion who clearly had too much to drink. His basket was filled with miscellaneous items, each nowhere near connected in any way, shape, or form. It was clear he was simply here because of the intoxication and nothing else.
He grumbled more times than she blinked, his posture changing from drunken indifference to drunken rage as a frown no doubt painted his muzzle. “Goddamn’t this line is so long.” He cursed, his hazed eyes darting from line to line in search of a shorter way to end this pain only to come up empty-hoofed as she had. “Fuck I’m hungry, why can’t this line move faster.”
And like the gluttonous freak she was, the mere mention of hunger triggered a string of low growls to emit from her stomach. She wanted to die, feeling the eyes of those in her line and even some beyond harp onto her as if she was a goddess from the high heavens above, chastising herself for leaving the house with no more of a meal than a small granola bar. She bit her lip, the growls becoming louder and louder with each passing second, eventually overcoming the natural opera of a grocery store.
“Can somepony shut that mare up!”
Her cheeks exploded into a hot red blush, biting her lip, and trying to disappear into the ground beneath her. The declaration of that one stranger seemed to snap something in the stallion’s mind, his head turning to her with a crooked smile. “You hungry?” He waited not for a response before he turned back around, scooped the young teen in front of him up, turned back to her, and without a word, shoved the green-coated boy into her mouth.
She barely had enough time to protest before the head of her impromptu, unwilling prey speared into her mouth. Almost instinctually, her tongue brushed upon the teen’s face, his flavor rushing down her spine and causing her to freeze for a brief moment, which proved to be his downfall as the stallion took this as his que to push him further. She tried to pull back, but the customers behind elected to stay where they are, blockading her path.
She felt the colt’s head of hair touch her throat, the appendage opening to accept the boy quite easily. She cursed her unfortunate luck, still trying to fight the forceful feeding even when the colt’s shoulders had long since passed the point of no return, his chest and stomach fast approaching.
It didn’t help her that somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew the colt tasted delicious and at this point, it was inevitable he’d end up in her gut. This stark contrast in desire and reasoning led to her half-heartedly swallowing the boy along with the forceful pushing, although the stallion’s perseverance in this endeavor certainly acted as the main force.
It wouldn’t be long before the colt’s rump and back-legs were all that she had to consume. They were easy enough, the stallion having let go and turned to the mare that was in front of the colt, grabbing her and turning back around to Peachy.
She reluctantly swallowed the last of the young colt, raising her head and backing up. “N-n-no m-m-mo-mor-more p-p-please.” She felt like a moron stuttering, catching onto the stallion’s devious plan. He was killing two birds with one stone by force feeding her, cutting down the line with each pony and stopping her stomach from growling. But she was having none of it.
It seemed she was the only one against the scheme, however, as the mare behind her kicked her legs, compelling her to sit on her flanks, giving the stallion all the leverage he needed to do what he planned on doing. The mare in his hooves was the struggling, but for his drunk nature, he was considerably strong, shoving the mare in Peachy’s mouth.
The cycle with the young colt repeated itself once more, the mare slipping up to her shoulders into Peachy’s mouth, her head spearing into the throat leading to her demise. Peachy stood up, and tried to pull back once more, but the mare behind her was proving to be a massive hindrance and not keen on moving any time soon.
The mare in her mouth screamed, cried, struggled, and everything else she could think of to escape, still refusing to accept her fate as her haunches were soon next. The stallion once more let go, but before he could grab the pony in front of the mare, the Unicorn he’d been stuffing took hold of him with her magic and hoisted him in the air.
She knew this drunken degenerate wouldn’t stop force feeding unless she did something about it, and in her haze of pleasure, anxiety, and anger, the only solution to her problem was to eat him. The mare’s back legs slipped into the event horizon of her throat, but she did not close her mouth, instead opening it wide.
The stallion tried to shout in pain, feeling his body be compressed into a uniform shape, but she had sealed his lips shut as she lowered him into her open maw. Her jaws met the bottom of his rump, stretching over it like a snake would an egg of some sort.
Since this act of predation was entirely of her own volition, she took her time with this prey, lathering him in her saliva, enjoying his taste. With his compression and sealed lips, she was in no particular rush. She moaned, pulling him in further, giving no mind to the crowd of ponies watching her, even the cashiers putting their duties on hold to watch this spectacle.
Her moment of ecstasy was short-lived, however, as she moved one leg backwards only for her to slip on something. She heard a shriek and a gasp before it was all silenced, squelching taking its place as the mare behind her had speared straight into her tail hole.
The ordeal had happened so quick, she barely had any time to plant her hooves firmly on the ground just as the mare’s shoulders slipped into her bowels. She began to sweat, both from the anxiety and the ecstasy, briefly contemplated on squeezing the mare back out until she realized that she was the one who kicked her. She frowned the best she could with the stallion chest deep into her mouth, swallowing and clenching in tandem to get both of her preys inside of her.
Since the stallion had already been too deep to attempt escape, his head slipped behind her lips and into her throat, his head had been swallowed before the mare’s haunches could reach Peachy’s ass. With the stallion no longer an obstacle in her mouth or throat, now safely tucked in her gut that was about 4 feet off the ground at this point, she turned to the mare halfway into her rump with a dissatisfied frown. “You brought this on yourself, helping that dreadful stallion. Now you’ll join him and the rest.” She declared, clenching, pulling the mare deeper within her.
The mare’s haunches slipped past the point of no return, followed shortly by her legs, and soon, the mare was just another pony in Peachy’s most recent stomach collection. She sighed, feeling her stomach now settle and begin the long digestion process.
No sooner had she concluded the devouring of those 4 ponies had she realized that she was being watched at every angle by everyone in the store. That iconic red hue returned to her cheeks as she hid behind her mane. Her basket of items was held in her magic as she made her way up to the cashier, the customers ahead of her clearing the way as none of them wanted to be the unwitting addition to her collection of prey.
The transaction was silently terse, half of Peachy hoping the cashier would say something in a feeble attempt to alleviate the tension while the other thanked the higher powers that he didn’t for fear of making the situation worse than it already was. Once everything was done, she sped walked out of the store than she ever has before, not even giving a care to the customers she bumped into as she made her way home.
The walk home was no less stressful than it was staying in that store, everyone’s eyes on her before snapping away, clearly having seen enough for the day. She’s never been more elated to see the peak of her house rise above the horizon, reaching for the key in her saddlebag and opening it.
“Don’t ask or you’re next.”
It’s astonishing how much backbone she could scrounge up when around her siblings, the younger sister whose mouth hung open in preparation for a witty retort, frozen for she feared the possible sincerity of Peachy’s threat. The older sibling tossed the bag of ingredients on the coffee table before making her way to the upper level, which was an arduous task as her preys were still relatively solid and were still struggling.
She kicked the door to her room open, kicking it back closed with a resounding SLAM telling everyone that they are not to enter. With a tired sigh, she plopped onto her bed, the wood creaking under the pressure of her weight, her eyelids fluttering as the fatigue of the entire situation finally caught up to her without her anxiety blockading it.
With a final thought, she was whisked off to the slumbering world.