Dinner and a Show

by Doldrum of Despair

Rating: mature
Tags: Death, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Fetish, Porn, Sex
Length: 3469

A lonely pegasus mare meets a hungry dragon in an underground vore club.

A oneshot spinoff of The Equestrian Gastronomic Society. EGS is an underground nightclub in Canterlot where some creatures leave with a full belly, and some are never seen again. Preds are marked with a red pin and prey are marked with blue. A lonely pegasus mare watches the crowd below as she wonders if anyone will come to claim her, or if she'll have to go back to work tomorrow like always.

Credit to MightyShockwave for the original story.

Published 2020-09-03 10:40:00 UTC
Last updated 2020-09-03 10:40:00 UTC

stuffed turkey

From the outside, EGS was just like any other night club. The bass could be heard and the lights could be seen from down the block. There was a sign over the door flashing neon letters to the hopeful patrons in line. A bouncer stood at the door turning away anyone not worthy. Yes, it seemed just like any other club from the Canterlot night life. But to those who made it inside, it was the last haven of secret delight they would ever need. And for some even luckier patrons, the last they would ever see.

In a dimly lit corner on the upper balcony, overlooking the none-too-crowded dance floor and scattered pairs of creatures big and small, a Pegasus mare with a blue pin on her chest stood on the back of a long red couch, slumped blissfully over the railing. Some of the dancers were paired up, red pins with blue. others were still single, like her. But perhaps that would change.

The pins were, of course, a marker for all regulars. To let you know who was fair game, and who was off limits. No, not like a socializing tag. The Equestrian Gastronomic Society was a nightclub like no other. Where some patrons left much heavier than they arrived, and others never left at all—not alive, anyways.

EGS, was a vore club. The red pins marked some creature as a pred, meaning they were off limits, and not to be hunted or eaten. Yes, eaten. Blue pins were prey. Fair game for any pred who thought they looked tasty. If you walked in with a blue pin on, you were on the menu. She scanned the sea of red and blue. It was a game to her to see who would make it home.

No greens yet, either. Green pins were rare. What made EGS unique was that it was by invite only. If some poor schmuck thought he could get in without an invite, he was given a green pin, and conveniently not told that it basically guaranteed he wouldn’t make it out alive.

She had been coming to this club for a few months, after her gal pal had invited her here for her 21st, then gone home with some hunk of a griffon. As his meal. Maybe one of these days she'd find somebody for herself.
A flash of green down below caught her attention, and she flapped her wings excitedly. But it was just a changeling. Don’t tell Celestia, but changelings were kind of common here. It was always hard to tell when you first met them, but they always put on quite the show for everyone else once they’d chosen a meal. No changeling had ever worn a blue pin. At least not that she’d seen.

A long tongue snaked out from the newly revealed changeling’s mouth and wrapped around the neck of an unfortunate stallion on the dancefloor. Or perhaps fortunate. Who can say? The pegasus reached a hoof back to rub her slit as the doomed stallion’s head raced into the back of his new pred’s throat, and he was turned from stallion into meat. He fought for a bit, but either he had little strength, or he never wanted to win, and soon his shoulders disappeared down a sleek black maw. The mare could feel herself dripping onto her hoof as the body followed, and soon it was just a pair of fetlocks left of the meatpony.

“I thought I smelled a bird,” a soft voice spoke alarmingly close behind her.

She squeaked and whirled around, wings fully erect. Behind her, a young blue drake with a red pin on his chest stalked, perched over the other end of the couch with his neck extended so that she was bumping noses with him. He opened his mouth to laugh, and she was treated to a stunning view deep into the back of his throat.

Saliva dripped between his teeth, and the uvula danced out of the black, as though beckoning her back into it. Then his jaws closed with a wet snap, and he rolled sideways, falling gently onto the couch. “You’re blushing, little snack.” He flicked out his tail and caught her chin, snapping her open jaw shut, and pulling her off balance.

She fell awkwardly, landing on his belly scales in a heap, and a claw settled over her back. Her wings flapped in a sudden panic, but his strong, sharp claws held her down.

“You’re so cute I could just eat you up,” he went on, chuckling quietly to himself. What brings you around here? Eager to be my dinner?”

As if in response, the scales beneath her face rumbled a low growl. The mare felt herself wink. She slid out from under his scaled hand, and struggled to get her wings to calm down.

“Um it’s a-actually getting pretty late, I should really be getting—”

“Back to a boring job you hate?”

A claw wrapped around her tail, halting her escape attempt with a sharp tug. She tried to glare at him but a puff of smoke hit her in the face, forcing her to cough and close her eyes.

“Come on, you know you only came here for one purpose,”

The smoke from his nostrils smelled oddly pleasant, like he’d chewed alfalfa before coming here. His voice was low, and smooth, and his tail wrapped around her like a trophy.

“To become a meal for someone special, and since I found you all the way up here in your nest, I think I deserve at least a shot, don’t you think?”

As he spoke, his tail continued to wrap around her, flip her over, and press her up against his belly. She was now spooned against him, with his arms moving in to hold her snugly. She blinked open her eyes. She could still look out at the dance floor below, where a black body with a bulging belly was spinning about wildly with his swollen abdomen. But she couldn’t join them. His tail, and his claws, held her neatly in place.

The mare gulped, tensing as she suddenly felt trapped, but his scales were hot, and somehow soft, and his powerful breathing sent ripples through his scales, nearly massaging her back. One of his hands found her teats, and she let out a moan, and—oh buck!

He had found her moistened slit, and slid two scaled fingers into it, massaging her for a bit and withdrawing. Then pressing in again and withdrawing. Her quickened breathing turned to heavy pants as he continued to claw-fuck her. The sharpness of his claws pricked her on the inside, but his deft hands moved without piercing her, drawing even greater pleasure as fear became a strange desire. A little squeak left her lips, and her pussy winked. A smug growl filled her ears, and he withdrew, then continued with his other hand while bringing the newly moistened one to his tongue.

“You’ve been dreaming of someone like me to come claim you for hours, haven’t you, tasty little bird?” He whispered it straight into her ear, sending shivers down her spine, then following with a long, slow lick with his serpentine tongue, right up the side of her neck. She trembled. A loud slurping followed as he brought his hand up to his lips, then brought it back to her moistened slit.

His hands massaged and rubbed her teats, flicking the nipple and drawing chirps and moans from her lips. “sweet little bird,” he would whisper, and then stroke her wings. His scales grew hotter and hotter, and she shifted every now and then, but she couldn’t sit up completely. His strong tail, and hands, neatly prevented that. Eventually, her little squeaks reached a fever pitch, and he stopped moving entirely, withdrawing his fingers from her.

“Mmm, yes, you’ll make a lovely meal, snack”

Something sharp pricked her ear, and her breathing hitched. She leaned her head back, and a blue throat gazed down at her, tongue dangling just low enough to tickle her snout. saliva glistened on the white daggers lining his maw. She craned her head toward it.

The scales beneath her shifted, and she began sliding forward, away from the dripping maw. She whined, but a moment later, something hard and very hot, pressed up against her already burning pussy lips. She yelped and gasped as the heat pressed into her sensitive folds, and sat up to look at it.

She shouldn’t have looked. He was still growing, but the towering cock poking up between her legs was already as big around as one of her hooves. Bigger! And far wider at the base. There was no way she would fit around that.

“That… that would…”

“Skewer you nicely, I know.” His breath bounced off the back of her neck, sending shivers through her whole body. Two claws gripped her shoulders firmly, and slowly, steadily pushed her forward. “Like a tasty little kebab.”

It burned, but she couldn’t move. Her hooves pushed uselessly against his belly scales, succeeding only in making him giggle. She cried out as he pressed harder, then reached out with one claw to force it down onto her clit. She squealed. Loudly. Like a pig. or perhaps a chicken. A chuckle tickled her neck, and a long, wet tongue wrapped around it. The pegasus mare leaned back, and looked up at his teeth.

“Enjoying the view, little snack?”

Once more his mouth loomed over her. Long white knives threatened to slice through her neck. The mare whimpered lightly. From the heat of his cock, the strength of his scales. the growl of his belly, the sight of his teeth, and the realization that she definitely wouldn’t make it to work tomorrow. Or ever again. Her time had come. She was food now.

She exhaled slowly, and her head fell back against his lower jaw. She reached up and put her hooves under his chin.

His chuckle blew hot breath against her face, and a single claw deftly removed her hooves

“Not yet, my little kebab. First, you need to be skewered. and roasted.”

The teeth slid backward, and a claw gently supported her head as his jaw vanished behind her. She leaned back against him as his cock pressed harder against her pussy lips, then sat up sharply as his words finally hit her.

“Roas—AH!!”

In one fluid motion, the drake shifted her hips with his tail, pressed his towering cock forward so that his tip poked into her entrance, then folded her forward and thrust her down sharply.

It hurt. His cock was so massive she couldn’t slide down all the way. she got about halfway down before she was stretched painfully tight. But he didn’t let up. His claws dug into her hips, and he thrust her down harder. Something tore, and she screamed. A claw clamped down over her mouth.

“Ah-ah-ah. tasty little birds don’t scream when they’re being prepped for eating. your sweet little cunt belongs to me, and I’ll decide if I eat it whole, or in pieces.” As he said this, he thrust her down even further, until the tip of his cock pushed impossibly further up, past her cervix, and into her womb. Tears ran from her eyes and a muffled scream rang out. The claw over her mouth moved to her throat, clenching it tightly and cutting off her scream entirely.

“Tsk tsk. such a naughty little snack. maybe you’d like to be reminded why you’re here.”

With a loud squelching sound, he lifted her ruined baby maker off of his massive cock. She wanted to moan in relief, but his claw was still around her throat.

His weight shifted, and—still holding her tightly in his claws—the large dragon stood up and walked over to the railing. He dropped her roughly onto it, forcing the air from her lungs. Both claws returned to her flanks, allowing her to cough and gasp.

“maybe my dinner wants to be a bird one last time, before she slides into my belly forever. Well here it is, dinner. sing for me.”

Her wings opened, but he held her fast, and she felt his tip prod at her again, but it was her puckered asshole this time. She looked back over her shoulder in alarm, before he thrust forward slowly, spreading her open and forcing a loud, screeching moan from her lungs.

“Yes, there it is. Sing, little turkey,” he breathed into her ear. He leaned over her, flattening down her wings and crushing her against the railing. Below her, a stallion with a green pin was scrambling to get away from a griffon who had already consumed his back legs. His cries of protest were met with cheers from the crowd around him. It wasn’t long before his terrified face disappeared behind the griffon’s beak.

The dragon behind her thrust into her harder and faster, spreading her even further. “See that?” he whispered. “Down there. That’s why you’re here. You’re not a bird in the sky anymore. You’re a roast chicken. You’re a snack on a spit waiting to be devoured. You came here because you knew this. Because you wanted this. That’s why you wear that blue pin. That’s why you let me take you. You’re nothing but a little snack for my belly, Dinner.

Her moans became deeper and deeper as he thrust harder and harder, until suddenly he slid much deeper than before, and his hips met hers with a loud pop. A squeak escaped her lips, and what was left of her pussy clenched tightly. something dripped onto the floor behind her.

A smug growl filled her ears. “There we go. now that you’re on the spit, I can roast you like the prize chicken you are.”

His weight shifted again, and she felt the railing move under her. She grabbed at it, desperate to watch the ponies below being eaten for just a bit longer, but then her hooves slipped, and she fell backward onto a big scaled belly.

He continued thrusting inside her, but he didn’t slide out. something held him inside her, and she simply wobbled up and down on his cock. His claws moved to her waist, and he spun her around. She tried to look back over the railing, but a claw grabbed her face, digging into her cheeks, and forced her to turn her head toward him.

She came nose to nose with a mouth full of teeth, and a long, serpentine tongue.

“There there, sweet thing. No need to watch them anymore. It’s your turn on the fire.

“But I—”

“Ah ah ah,” A claw wrapped around her throat again. “You don’t need to see them anymore. They don’t exist. Nothing else exists anymore for you, little snack, except me, and my belly.” His tongue snaked out, over her head, over her face, and around her neck, as she stared up into his maw. Rows of teeth threatened to sever her head entirely as she rocked up and down. His breath was hot on her face, burning, as he tasted her. “Your time has come, little snack, to be my dinner. And food doesn’t get to say goodbye, doesn’t get to talk. Doesn’t get to breathe.”

His claw squeezed tighter, to demonstrate his point, and his thrusting became very rapid, each one rocking her entire body like a jackhammer.

“But before you’re ready to eat, little turkey, you need to be stuffed, and roasted.”

The thrusts blurred together, until all at once, he thrust her down hard.

She opened her mouth in a silent scream, and in that instant, his tongue rushed down her throat. Her would-be scream became a would-be squeak as she felt the tip race toward her stomach, eventually finding it and tickling her from the inside. Meanwhile her jaw was stretched open wide as the girth of his tongue pressed against her cheeks. She was stuffed and spitted, like a roast, turkey. As he inhaled, her ears folded back and she shut her eyes tight at the thought of what he must have meant by roast.

Instead of flame licking her face, she felt only hot saliva, and an intense burning building in her rear. The massive cock jammed into her ass and reaching to her belly began throbbing and twitching beneath her, and a heat built up from inside. It grew, and it grew, and it hurt. The little pegasus snack wanted to scream as the dragon spunk that must surely be filling her up grew hotter and hotter. She thrashed madly, impaled on a spit that was cooking her from the inside. He leaned down deeper over her and the heat of his breath became painful, searing and curling her coat.

And there was nowhere to go, but into his throat. She opened her eyes, just in time to see a cavernous maw of teeth descending over her, before it clamped down, biting into her shoulders, and sealing off the light. The fire in her guts traveled further upward until it connected with her actual stomach. She felt a strong need to vomit, just as the tongue slid backward, out of her throat. The fire followed it, and she nearly coughed up lava, but then the tongue snaked around her throat and squeezed hard. Stuffed, spitted, roasted.

She felt two claws rub her wings, folding them gently down. Then light entered his mouth again, and his teeth shifted down, down to her belly, and to her hips. Her face pressed into something tight and wet, and it twitched around her, eagerly trying to suck her forward.

Teeth dug deep into her belly, and squeezed tight. tears mixed with saliva. blood boiled in the heat of the oven. And then all of it clamped down at once. the tongue pulled tight, as though trying to rip her head clean off, the throat sucked down her mane, her wings pressed uncomfortably against her sides, knives slid between her ribs and grated against her spine. Two claws even found her cunt, pressing deep into it and poking painfully into her womb. The bulge in her asshole which had held her fast while she was roasted from the inside resisted all of this. It pulled her down, down against the claws and the teeth and the lips and the tongue and the throat until she thought she might be torn in two.

Then with a pop that she heard from inside the mouth, her asshole split open and was freed from the spit. Gravity quickly reversed itself, and she slid forward, pressing deeper into the wet tunnel before her. Light entered her vision one last time as the tongue uncurled from her throat, the teeth left her belly, and the claws in her cunt shoved her down, down hard into the eager wet tunnel.

In an instant she could see nothing, and hear nothing but the soft, steady thrum of the fleshy tunnel gliding over her face, her shoulders, and her waist. It pressed into her on all sides, filling out every curve of her body and squeezing tighter than the mouth earlier. She could still feel air on her feet, but a moment later the throat claimed those as well, and her entire body became encased in hot, wet, dragon flesh. What she would soon become, as his meal.

Her ride seemed to drag on for eternity. Deeper. Deeper. Hotter. Hotter. Pulsing, and squeezing. massaging and tenderizing her. Her lungs cried out for air that did not exist. would not exist. was not needed. She was food. food doesn’t get to breathe. a deep beating grew louder, and louder, joining with the soft thrum of the flesh around her. Bum-bum. Bum-Bum. BUM-BUM. BUM-BUM!

Finally she slid into a wider tunnel. more of a wet sac, really, and at last she could complete her journey into his belly. as his meal. just meat to be digested.

“Ah, you were delicious, little bird.” His voice was somehow loud and muffled at the same time. Thank you for coming to be my dinner. I love stuffed turkey.” The steady beating of his heart filled her head, letting the fire in her belly fade into the background. His voice became softer. “Now everything is over. Don’t worry about a thing. You were a wonderful meal. Now you can relax, and digest.”

Gravity shifted again, and the walls pressed against her back and front. A gentle kneading and stirring seeped into her coat and her muscles. The fire inside and around her became one. letting her drift into absolute bliss. Finally, the steady BUM-BUM pushed all thoughts from her head, and then faded slowly into the background, until her consciousness became nothing.