Flash Story Collection

(Commission for: NobleBrony, who wanted an OC pegasus, second person, with them asking to spend a night inside a demoness' belly, which, as she's stuck in an alternate Equestria, she does to help make money from those who enjoy it. He's doing it more as just a curiosity though. This is technically same size, as neither changes size, but as a demon, the pred can change spatial dimensions in odd ways. 20 USD)

The city streets weren't that busy. It was getting late, after all. The sun had set over an hour ago, and while the moon was a bit late rising in the sky, the stars and city lights mixed to give one enough light to see by. That was if you knew where you were going, which he didn't, not at first, but luckily, his destination wasn't exactly hidden.

It was a park, the third largest in the country, and it made it easy to find the general area. The problem was finding the specific point he wanted, as he winged his way over the trees, rustling some leaves around, before finally, at last, spotting his quarry, who was sitting on a bench, reading from some gossip magazine, a sight that would have been normal, save for her species.

She was a demon. She radiated that sort of aura. Her purple coat was just a shade too dark for a normal pony, and her hooves were cloven, like a minotaur's. Her eyes were a weird shape too, kind of making him think of a snake, and while he'd seen a Kirin or two in his time, he was sure none of them had the scaly forehead in the shape like her own.

Normally, something with her aura, her look, and her vibe would drive the common pony away, off to get he watch, but this particular demon was a known quantity, one that had drawn him here, to this place and time, so he gently circled her, and finally, with a soft rush of feathers, dropped onto the path in front of the bench she was resting on.

"Um, hello, I," he began, only for her to raise a hoof towards him, and continue to read her magazine for a moment, even flipping a page in front of him, leaving him to wait as her eyes, hidden partially behind her glasses, drank in the page, before finally looking up at him, sizing him with her eyes like he was a piece of meat, and she the carnivore about to devour him.

"55 a night, 300 if you want the month special, and I've got someone coming up, so if you'll step back a bit," she said, as she got off the bench, and then stood up, the pegasus did as instructed, then watched, as the demoness before him did her work, opening her jaws, and making a noise not unlike a cat with a hairball for a moment, just a slight choking, nothing major.

All at once, her throat opened up, and he felt his eyes go cross, as the view before him challenged his view of space, the maw somehow able to release a full grown stallion, his hindlegs slowly backing out of her mouth, but without her bulging or looking discomforted. In fact, she actually seemed to enjoy it, as one of the hooves delicately felt for the ground, more of the stallion following behind.

The pegasus stared in awe, as the hoof finally touched down, and then, with a hop, the other stallion, a unicorn, pulled himself free from the demoness' maw, landing lightly, his body covered with saliva, but otherwise, not looking at all like the sort that had just climbed up and out of another being, even smiling as he backed away from her.

"Okay, I'm out, hot pants. Keep my place warm for me, will you?" he aid in a tone that implied familiarity, before he started off down the park path, the demoness smiling after the unicorn, and soon, leaving the two of them alone, as she looked him up and down, and then very greedily eyed the pouch on his barrel, hanging by a small belt.

"So, what are you in for?" she asked, the sudden question causing the pegasus to start, but he quickly muttered out a non-answer, but then pulled two coins from his pouch. A fifty and a five, so one night, she thought, as she adjusted her glasses, and then cracked her neck a bit. That done, she approached him, and began to open her maw.

The stallion, looking at her, having expected some kind of fanfare or maybe a magical glow or the like, was caught flat hooved, as the maw facing him grew in his vision, seemingly extending to the ground, and then through it as he looked back into the abyss of her throat, and yet, she was still the same size as him, in a way that left his mind boggling.

Luckily, this wasn't a bug, it was a feature, as the pegasus' flight instinct was too confused to kick in, as her jaws pulled around him, and he was only started out of his stupor when the ground beneath him suddenly became soft and damp, leading him to falling forward, landing with a slap against the tongue, and waking him up enough to look around.

About him was a mouth. It felt...cramped and open at the same time. Like if he stood up, he'd barely be larger than one of her sharp fangs, but if he tried, he could still touch the roof. That paradoxical thought was soon punted out of his head, as the tongue beneath him began to move, his body rolling on it, as it forced him onto one side, and then the other, covering him in spit.

It also sent a shudder through his form, the demoness saliva causing him to feel...not quite euphoric, but more leaving him in a daydream like haze, hard to connect two thoughts together, and making even the sharp quake of her chuckle something her barely sensed, as she gently maneuvered him to the back of her mouth, and then, with a single sharp gulp, swallowed him down.

The trip down was, luckily, not quite as contradictory as the rest. Tight walls, soft flesh backed by firm muscles, rubbed at him from all sides, as he descended her neck, the squelching, wet noises of everything moving, oddly calming, as he was passed down into her, and eventually dropped from a ceiling directly into the bed in his room.

And there he lay for a moment, recovering from the trip down, only to tiredly look around and find a place of good standing...the walls were fleshy, and there was a sheen to it all, covered in bodily fluids, but the space around him was actually quite livable, and he soon found himself laying down on the bed he'd landed on, and gently slipping away, as the sound of a heartbeat from above soothed him.