Flash Story Collection

by Star Sage

Rating: mature
Tags: Original Character, Porn, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Second Person, Fetish, Sex, Alternate Universe, Anthology
Length: 25302

A Collection of Stories for all manner of people and ponies

This is my collection of commissioned works I've decided to call Flash Stories. Sorry to say, this doesn't involve Flash Sentry, so if you're looking for him, I'd say look elsewhere, though, as these are commissions, well, I'm open.

How these work: I do these on Discord(For the most part, other methods are usable, but it makes it easier), wherein every filled message on Discord(4 Paragraphs, about 200-300 words) is 5 USD(Payment done via paypal, once the story is completed). You give me a basic premise, usually a line or so, and the characters to be used, and I create from there, doing whatever you might enjoy most. It varies a lot, though mostly, I do Macro/Micro things, however, I can do other themes as well, including just straight sex, fighting, bondage, slice of life scenes, feel free to ask at my Discord if you'd like to buy something for yourself.
StarSage#6385

Chapters Titles Will be basic descriptions of what they contain, and inside them I'll list the specific request and price of that story, as well as, if allowed, I'll list the person who commissioned them(Though this is not required, and you can ask me to keep your story off this, or just make you anonymous commissioner)

Published 2020-12-08 17:20:01 UTC
Last updated 2021-08-16 16:07:37 UTC

Dragon Pop(Ember Macro/Micro Mawplay)

(Commission for: Shiro_Tanuki, the request was simply a mawplay story with Ember. 25 USD)

You were looking at the screen on your computer, wondering just what the plan was, when the thing cut out. The power to the monitor died, the room going almost completely black without it, and you got up from your seat to look at it with an annoyed sigh, reaching forward, only to feel...well, not your computer, or anything you recognized. Instead your hand seemed to rub up against something that felt coarse and rough, like stone.

Then, suddenly, there was a shudder, a shaking that spread through the whole of the world, and you found yourself diving for cover on the ground, landing not on soft carpet or hard wood, but instead rough stone, as the clatter of pebbles and small shards echoed through the space, your eyes slowly adjusting to the dim light to show you this was not your home, but instead a wide open cavern.

All at once, a bright flash of violet light lit the world, reflected sharply from glittering walls, and you cried out, covering your eyes, which felt sore as you blunk against the tears already filling them. You even stood up, surprised when the shaking had stopped, but then freezing in place, as a hot humid wind blew around you, and you felt like the weight of the whole world was bearing down on you.

Turning, slowly, your vision recovering from just a blur, to quite sharp, you let out a small squeak, as that was all the sound you could manage, as you found yourself staring at what had been shaking the world, and the source of the light, as a small flicker of flames was leaping from the pursed lips of the dragoness as she lit a scone set high into the ceiling, far above where you were, her citrine eyes never straying from you.

The dragoness' gaze felt like it pinned your body down, but your eyes swept over her, as she stood there, outlined in a riot of colors as her light purple flames lit the scone, and that light danced amongst the gems along the wall, a horde of them that seemed to be of every color of the rainbow and then some, cut in fantastic shapes, including some classics, as well as some like hearts and others, all larger than you were tall, which made the sheer scale of the wealth incalculable to you.

But her form held your gaze longer than all the riches of the world that lay around her, for it was her sapphire scales, simmering as brightly as any stone, and hiding muscles that looked lithe, but still so powerful that you had little doubt she could fight a mountain and come out the victor. This creature before you would easily wear the title divine, in both her power and beauty.

"And what have we here?" she asked, her voice...it wasn't the guttural growl you had expected, no beast made noise like that, and yet, it was not the sound of a lady either, despite her form. No, this was the tone of one who fought for everything in their life, the coarse words that carried a weight that dwarfed even that which was born by her legs, and the wings that you noticed on her back.

The spell of her eyes broke, however, as she crouched down, her voice coming out in a grunt, and you ducking down, thinking she was falling towards you, only for her to stop, swinging a little on her knees as one hand rested on them, and the other darkened the skies above you, casting a long, dark shadow as it came between you and the source of light, the claws at the ends of her fingers glinting like wicked blades.

The spell broken, the hand coming down, you reacted based more off instinct than thought, as thought had long left you. You let out a startled cry, and dashed backwards, running and hopping just as the fingers curled, and tried to close on you, the wind of their passage brushing through your hair as you darted off towards the wall, and then dove into the space between two of the gems, almost swimming into the pile of them.

"What? HEY! Get back here you little!" she shouted in frustration, and her hand instantly grabbed at the gem pile you'd leapt into, sweeping away the sparkling boulders, only to find you already deeper into it than she had expected, earning a grunt of respect from her, before she changed her stance, and leaned forward, bringing her tail and wings to bear on this particular problem.

The first, the tail, was used to spear into the pile of gems, knocking them all around, shifting the pile about, and burying you for a moment in loose stones as large as your fist, leaving you, for a moment, frightened that you might be buried alive in wealth unimaginable, until the second was used. A single flap of her wings was enough to mix the pile well, and your tiny form, lighter than the gems, was forced through them, popping out of the top of the pile like you'd been shot out of a cannon.

The moment you were above her, the dragoness reacted, her mouth opening up, and her snake like tongue darting out. The thing was like a whip, and the tip of it was instantly coiling around your ankle, giving you only a moment to give a great cry, before it dragged you into her mouth, letting you see the inside briefly, before she snapped her jaws shut, and her teeth, sharper than her claws, sealed around you.

Trapped again in darkness, you found the space far different than the dry cavern had been, as the tongue unwrapped itself from your leg, only to scoop you up onto its length, holding you tightly as it curled up the edges of itself, and then pressed into you. Saliva, slick and sticky both at once, filtered over you, soaking you clothing, only for the garment to immediately start melting, like the stuff was acid.

You gave another concerned noise, grabbing at your nose unclothed form, trying to guard your private bits, only for the tongue beneath you to waver and move like a thing alive...which it was, so that made sense. First it rolled to the side, pressing you into the fangs that sealed you inside the dragoness' mouth, then it slipped under you, and drove you up into the hard roof of her maw, the whole of her body seeming to shake as your flavor filtered through her taste buds.

It was then that her mouth opened, you stuck to the roof for a moment, before falling down, almost like an old cartoon, landing with a fleshy splat on her tongue, that dimpled and moved beneath you, even as the wind was knocked from your lungs in a harsh wheeze, leaving you unable to take advantage of the open mouth, before her hand came up to it, and with a gentle toss, threw a rain of the glittering stones into her maw with you.

For a moment, you thought this was some kind of attack, but then you realized how stupid that would bee, given where you were, and instead looked as the stones landed about you, none smaller than your head, slipping onto the tongue, which pushed and prodded the shimmer things away from you, keeping you safe from them as they were placed instead between her fangs.

All at once, your were deafened, as she bit down, and the sound of a grinder filled the small space of her mouth. Luckily, it was not dark now, as the stones, once torn into fragments, seemed to glow with inner lights in all their myriad hues, giving the dragoness' mouth an interesting look, like some kind of wild party was being thrown within, as she chewed up even more, her jaws dropping and wobbling beneath you.

The sensation of being in a mouth as it chewed was...interesting was the best descriptor you had for it, as it wasn't unpleasant. The tongue, somehow, managed to collect the shards around you without hurting you, and in fact, you found yourself surrounded soon by the remains of all the gems, piled up in a slime covered pool about your person, as you ran your hands into them, just to be shocked as a sound like a struck match filled the air.

All at once, flames, the same that hand come from her jaws, leapt from her throat, and you were given not a second to react, instead finding the inner fire of the dragoness washing over you, and sweeping you up, mixing you with the gems, and doing something odd, making you feel weightless for a moment, before your senses seemed to expand outwards, giving you a feeling like you were now far larger, as the dragoness spit you out.

Ember, Lord of Dragons, looked at the fist sized gem in her hand, and examined the creature inside. It was...strange to look at, but it had intelligence in its eyes, and she knew it was no thief, just for how it had frozen before her. No, this was a new thing, and she already knew what to do with it as she tossed the gem, containing the creature, into her mouth, mmming at the way the creature's flavor mixed with the jewels, as she took wing and made her way to the pony kingdom...perhaps a bit slower so she might enjoy her treat longer along the way.

Experiments of Twilight(Twilight Sparkle Macro/Micro Mawplay)

(Commission for: Shiro_Tanuki, request was simply for Twilight Sparkle(Anthro) mawplay. 15 USD)

You're bored. Not so bored that you want to get up and do something, but bored in a general sense, just waiting for something to happen, making you sigh as you look through your library of games again. It was while you were scrolling the list, noting how many of them you still have to play at all, let alone beat that you heard a strange noise, one you dismissed at first as just you hearing things.

Then the noise, like a small chime tingling somewhere close, grew in intensity, becoming the ringing of a small bell, finally getting you to look around. Then the sound grew louder still, finally drawing you eyes to the floor, where a purple glow was coming from beneath it, the sound of a great bell coming from somewhere below, as the floor bulged upwards, until finally a knell sounded, and the world shattered.

The floor broke, all at once, shards of it flying away, leaving you to hang in the air for a moment, before you dropped down, falling from the sky. Luckily, you fell only a short ways, landing on something soft and firm, your impact hitting it with a fleshy slap that left you only groaning in pain, just a bit sore, rather than actually injured. Beneath you, what you'd landed on was soft and yielded slightly beneath you, feeling warm to the touch.

Then you felt it, a wind blowing over you, sharp and heavy, but hot and humid at the same time, finally getting you to roll over, and then stop, your eyes bulging as you find yourself staring at the world around you in shock, and your gaze is held in place by a pair of violet eyes that blink at you, the chiming noise, you quickly realize coming from a horn that sticks out of the forehead to which those eyes are connected.

The being you're staring at is huge, that is the first thought that finally makes it through your brain as you're laying there on her hand, and it is a her, as she's holding her hand at chest height, allowing you to see some ample orbs that are sticking out of her. Uncovered save for short purple fur that is a shade or two lighter than her eyes, or the glow around her horn as she continues to stare at you.

She turns, and you see her face in profile for a moment. A pony, you realize, given the shape of the muzzle and the way her eyes are set in it. Or rather, a unicorn pony, given her horn, which you follow her gaze to find the glow of her horn is also surrounding a book, which a quill is scribbling something in, making you afraid of the bird that huge feather must have come from, only to be reminded you might want to fear what's right in front of you a moment later.

That was because she raised her hand, the motion pushed you down into her palm, as she did not curl her fingers inward. Instead you found your body pressed into her soft flesh, and then sliding along it, as she started to tilt it. That would have been worrying on its own, given how far you were off the floor, but she was holding you just above her face, and her muzzle was opened, even as she continued to look into her book, and her tongue stuck out.

Instantly, your heart leapt into your chest, and adrenaline surged through your veins, as you rolled back onto your stomach, and tried to find some grip or purchase on her palm, even reaching towards her finger, but you were already sliding along the flesh, and your own fingers found nothing on her hand that provided any traction at all as you slipped off the end of her palm, and right onto her tongue.

The moment you were on it, the tip of the long, slimy member tilted upwards, smacking you wetly in the face, pressing itself into you, and slurping at you. Your nose and mouth filled with her spit, and your hair was covered by it, soaking you through, but leaving you distracted enough that it was only as the light faded that you realized you were now inside her mouth, the teeth gently meeting, as the lips sealed behind them.

Oddly, it wasn't dark inside her mouth, and you could see everything clearly, as the saliva dripped and flowed along her long member of a tongue, the thing starting to undulate and move, less of a solid thing, and more like a river of flesh that started to move you along its length, folding and pushing against you, dragging the flavor from your body as it went, and the sound of an MMM noise echoed deafeningly all around you.

Of course, you fought back, your arms and legs pushed against the tongue, but something happened as the thing dimpled and gave. The saliva coated you, tingling and shocking you lightly, and as it did, you felt your adrenaline fade, felt the need to escape fade, as the tongue began to rub into you, no longer drawing out flavor in your mind, but instead starting to work your body over, slapping and pressing into it in ways that felt fantastic.

Slowly, as it did this, your struggles ended, your limbs went limb, and you simply allowed the unicorn around you to do with you as she would, her tongue rolling you from side to side of its length, and then back and forward, never allowing you to spill off the end into her throat. After all, Twilight Sparkle had a lot more tests to run on her new find from the portal before she would ever even think of making a meal of it.

Potioneer Washing Up(Zecora Macro/Micro Body Explore)

(Commission for: fntsyking65, Zecora taking a shower, with a tiny person mixed in with the water. 15 USD)

The forest opened up around you, as you slid through the river, scrambling to keep your head above water, your arms flailing in the rough white wash. As if that wasn't bad enough, the sound of falling water reached your ears, and you felt the current go fast, dragging you towards a bit of churning foam that seemed to vanish off an edge.

And then you were falling, the pit of your stomach leaping into your throat as you found yourself sailing for a few meters out from the falls, before gravity found you again, and dragged you back to earth. Oddly, your only thought as you fell was...something felt warm, and the scent of the woods around you had changed, going from harsh river, to soft floral as you plummeted.

Suddenly, your hands hit something, something solid, and on instinct, your fingers dug into it, trying to find some purchase as you slid down the side of what you thought was a cliff at first, but it felt...odd, and when you found yourself pulled away from it by gravity and falling water, you saw it was...a butt? Like, a pair of cheeks, but bigger than a house, before you splashed into the water below.

Under the surface, the churning bubbles flowing all around you, your mind barely wanted to work, and you had to fight to get one thought in front of another as you floated there, natural buoyancy finally bringing you back to the air, and your lungs taking a huge, deep gasp, as you looked up, and stared at the thing before you in shock and awe.

Above you, far above, was the body of a goddess. Forged of ivory and obsidian mixed together, with muscles and fur that glimmered in the light coming in through the trees, arms extended out to let glittering drops spill from her fingers into the air, before they fell into the pool at her feet, the pool you were floating in just below the falls.

Each drop, big as your head, landed with a splash, and the ripple from the impacts spread, leaving the water with a slight glow to it, and a warmth that you knew wasn't natural, and yet, it felt so nice you weren't going to complain, floating there beneath her body, as she took a nice relaxing shower in the middle of the woods, her face turning so you could look at it.

Deep blue eyes, staring upwards into the sky, on a face that looked equine, with covers and lines on it...stripes your realized. A zebra, the word came to your mind, and you just stared at her, still unable to find thoughts that would jerk your mind loose from its frozen state, until a shadow passed overhead, and you turned to find a foot hovering above you.

That sight, at last, broke through your muddled thoughts, and you scrambled to get away from it, only for the foot to come down like a meteor, slamming into the water, and falling right atop you. Soft skin, powerful muscles, and deep lines slammed into your body, and drove you once more under the pool's surface as she put her weight on you.

The odd thing was, as your were driven down into the water, as her mass settled on you, and pressed you into the soft silt and mud, you were not in pain. No, nothing hurt, instead, the mixture of warm water, and the heat of her body on you made it seem alright, as she shifted her stance, slipping you over the floor of the pool, and then tapping her toes on it, sending a spray of mud to fill the clear water.

The foot shifted again, after that, and you rubbed your whole body against the sole, feeling every crease, every line in it's skin, and feeling your own body start to grow warmer, as something suffused you, a feeling of peace and contentment, even as your lungs told you you needed air. Another shift and the foot lifted off you, the sudden tug of it dragging you upwards, and then thick, powerful fingers pulling you from the water.

The hand holding you, it was like being held in judgement, but the peace of the pool lingered just long enough that your limp body was unable to resist it, as the fingers gave you a squeeze, your mouse sized form letting out an involuntary squeak, before the zebra smiled, and then with a chuckle, brought you towards her chest, the only place she could think to hold you.

Zecora, her mind not so muddled by the potions she'd added to the water, slipped the tiny form of this strange thing into the space between her breasts, settling it safely between the mounds of flesh, and then making sure it was tightly held, before returning to her shower, resolving to cleanse herself, before taking you back to her home, and investigating just what you were, and how you'd come to be here in her bath.

Solar Shower(Celestia Macro/Micro Body Explore)

(Commission for: fntsyking65, Celestia in a bath. I took some liberties in how a bath for her works they seemed to enjoy. 25 USD)

There was a blinding flash, the world washing out in light, and you covered your eyes, trying to shield them from the glow that threatened to burn away the world around you. When you could see again, blinking away spots you found yourself...elsewhere. Where else was hard to tell at first, as everything around you seemed to shine like it was made of gold.

Luckily, something moved above, a cloud perhaps, getting between the sun and the open sky above you, allowing you to see, if someone blurry at first. As the image before you sharpened however, your breath caught in your throat, as you found yourself looking at...paradise would have been a good word for it, or perhaps more specifically, Heaven.

The place around you looked like it had been carved from ivory or alabaster stone, shimmering white, with almost a pearlescent sheen to it all that caused what light shown through from above to take on a rainbow hue, the colors almost blinding, even with the sun hidden behind the clouds, allowing you to look up as your gaze drank in the sights about you.

Above, far above, nearly a skyscraper's height, the area you were in opened up to the sky, a clear blue one, safe for puffy white clouds, like the one between the sun and you at the moment, one that slowly slid away, but still slowly enough that you were no longer blinded by the sheer overwhelming power of the sight around you, letting you see it in all its glory.

The space was contained, with a wall beside you that looked like it was designed to move, otherwise, the walls were solid things, despite their beauty, looking like they could take a smack of a great rock, and you were standing in some raised alcove, the floor of the enclosed space far enough below you that jumping would have rendered you a stain, rather than a broken body.

Your darker thoughts were taken away as the world suddenly shook, as if some great tremor tore through it, and you found yourself on your knees, your hands grabbing onto the edges of the alcove, and looking out, following the feeling of the vibration, and soon the sound of something like feet slapping on the floor of tiles, a thousand of them in unison, or so it seemed.

Then the wall...slid away. It was like a door in a scifi, simply slipping to the side, and revealing instantly the space beyond. A room, perhaps lay outside the one you were in, one made for things of a scale so far beyond you that you might as well have been a mouse to them, but you barely saw that, as instead, your eyes beheld a sight most beyond you.

She was a thing beyond words, a creature sculpted and not born. Every curve of her, divinely crafted, and her muscles beneath her white skin...no fur you realized as the covering rippled with her movements, the muscles beneath looking like the thing that raised mountains and moved entire continents, as she stood there, leaning forward, and sticking out her hand, as if towards you.

Her face was beautiful, but not human, instead an equine quality to it, including teeth that glimmered with flat tops, as she smiled, and held out that arm towards you. Behind her head, a mane of ethereal quality wafted in a breeze that you knew did not exist on this world, instead in some higher plane of being, the gentle movement of it almost hypnotic.

Then her hand moved, the fingers wiggled, and you had a moment of confusion, your mind not understanding the gesture, until she moved forward, and you realized why it looked familiar. She had been testing the water...or rather, the sunlight, like someone stepping into a running shower, and as she moved forward, her titanic body became all you could see.

The door slipped back closed behind her as she strode into the center of the space, and you saw her run her fingers, fine perfect digits, through her mane, weaving through the light, before she held one up to the sky, and then snapped her fingers, the sound seeming to echo over the small space, not deafening, but more like the knell of some great bell.

Instantly, the light form above took on a different quality, one that felt like it should burn, as it rained upon you, no longer just something to shine, but more akin to liquid gold. You yelped, pulling yourself back, only to stare at your hand that had been caught in it, awed at the sight as the liquid light moved over your skin, leaving it slightly reddened, but no more than hot water would.

Entranced staring at your hand, you were not prepared for the world to suddenly go dark, and had only an instant to look upwards to find her hand, her divine will, holding parked above you, before descending. Fingers, powerful and firm, but not crushing, curled, and pushed you against something you hadn't even realized was there, some kind of clear gemstone, which began to glow as she touched it, and pressed you into it.

The next moment, you were breathless, as she pulled you from the alcove, and into the shower of light. Here, you could see her, somehow, through the liquid light, watching as it spilled over her form, matting her mane down against her fur, parting over her long horn, thicker and taller than you were by an order of magnitude or more, before she rubbed her palm over the crystal you were on, causing everything to get hot.

The stone took on a glow of its own, and when it felt warm to the touch, she pressed it into her body, pressing you into it as well, allowing you to feel her fur, feel her skin, feel her heartbeat all around you, your breath no longer catching in your throat, instead let out in one sigh of exultation that might as well have been a prayer as it came from your throat.

Then she began to run your over her body. The fur parting and moving with you, conforming to your passage like a cloud, and letting you experience the feeling of being amongst it without hurting you at all. Instead, you found yourself just laying there, barely aware as your clothing burned away in the light, leaving you as bare as her fur, to be moved about it.

Over her chest, between her breasts, the tight, powerful space pushing you from all side, leaving you to just luxuriate in it. Past them, against her neck, through the mane, the thing feeling like mist around you, tickling at your nose and skin, leaving you feeling like you had touched heaven as you passed down her back, between a pair of angelic wings that lay softly there.

Then down her back, around her waist, your body starting to squirm and wriggle a little, as you reached that part, her body heat getting to you, and your lungs finally demanding air, as she finally felt something odd, a tickle against her more sensitive bits as she pushed you into her womanhood, for just a moment, before finally pulling her hand away, and turning the gem over.

Celestia, Alicorn of the Sun, Diarch of the Day, and overall a motherly figure to her ponies, gasped as she saw a tiny form on her cleaning crystal, thankful that the light shower did not harm living things. She smiled, a small smirk of the corner of her mouth as she saw he was excited, but then remembered where he'd been, and quickly finished her cleaning, holding him in her other hand.

When she was done, Celestia snapped her finger again, sending away the shower of light, leaving her mane dripping with the liquid stuff for a moment, as she squeezed it dry, so as not to set fire to the furniture outside, while staring at the strange creature on her palm. It had swooned, at some point, passing out in all but name, as it lay there on her palm, her mind reeling, wondering what it was, and why it had appeared here, even as it moaned in absolute ecstacy.

Ember's Lunch(Ember Macro/Micro Food-Related Vore)

(Commission for: Symbol, this wasn't really a commission, but it fits the flash story criteria. He and I enjoy a similar theme, and I made this as a gift. Ember makes a sandwich, and an adventurer adds something special to it. 30 USD)

"Ugh, you people should really get a hobby, you know? One that's not involved in thieving!" shouted the voice above you, the booming syllables shaking the cavern walls. The rest of the party, not exactly thieves one and all...though the rogue and bard probably qualified, quickly scattered, as the form of a massive beast came forward, the impact of its footfalls on the cavern floor like the bolts of thunder from a mage's staff.

You however, don't move from the piles of glittering prizes. Not that you wanted them per say, but you'd wanted to face the beast that could gather such a horde, and it...and she was a gorgeous thing. Sapphire scales shimmered in the light of scones set high on the walls, giving her an almost otherworldly glow as her carnelian eyes scanned the floor, her stomping feet causing the others to flee faster.

"I said shoo!" she cried out at a particularly brave party members with a shield, one that glowed with inner magic...at least until she breathed a small tongue of flame onto it, the guard melting in a moment to slag at the feet of the wield, who wisely decided that discretion was the better part of valor, and beat a retreat, her voice carrying as she cried out, as the dragoness shot another small bolt at her retreating form.

"Seriously, what kind of people invade another person ho...me? What the heck are you still doing here?" demanded the dragoness, as she finally turned back to the table, one sized for a being her size, leaving you as little more than a mouse, scurrying about the top of it, your pack laying beside you, the supplies inside rattling around a bit, as you leaned against it.

"I...well, I simply couldn't leave this place without gazing upon the magnificent countenance that made such a cavern their home," you told her, and she looked down at you, first with a shocked expression on her face, and then shifting to annoyed, or at least at a loss for words, as she gave a curt nod down at you, placing one hand beside you on the table, shaking it under your feet.

"Yeah, and I suppose you say that to all the dragons whose homes you break into?" she asked, smirking down at you, and you quickly shake your head.

"No, no, of course not. We don't normally do such adventures. We are more of the goblin slayer types. But we found your home, and simply had to explore it, to find the wonders that one of your worth would accumulate over their life," you told her, obviously trying to flatter her.

"And let me guess, the other one is a swan princess? Yeah, kid, let me give you some advice. Don't try to flatter a dragoness who could snack on you. Now run along and go play with your friends. Maybe find a nice kobold encampment or something to raid," she said, turning away from the table and you, and approaching what looked like a small spigot on the wall, one that she pushed upon to dispense lava into a cup she procured from a cupboard, taking a few swallows of it, before turning back, and then finding you still sitting on her table, making her raise an eyebrow.

"Go, scat," she tells you, motioning with her hand to for you to leave, and even giving a small flap to her wings, but you stubbornly stay where you are, holding down your cloak to keep it on.

"I won't, I've never seen anything as pretty as you. I won't leave with just a few seconds of sight of you," you tell her, and she just stares, still sort of surprised at your behavior, before shaking her head, and then downing the rest of her drink in a single pull. Setting the cup on the counter, she then rummages through her cupboard, soon producing...bread? Like a loaf the size of a house, but still, just bread.

"You know, I haven't had lunch yet, and I was just having some cravings for man flesh," she tells you, and then, holding the loaf above you, the thing casting a long shadow, she slices into it. The movement is as fluid as a Great Cleave, her blade like claws cutting through in one swift motion, at first, leaving no sign they had done anything at all.

Then, she snapped her fingers, and two slices of bread, cleanly cut, slip off the end, sliding down it, and then falling to the table below, causing you to cry out, and then leap out of the way, watching them land with a dull thump sound on the table, as she chuckles, and then takes the loaf back to the cabinet, placing it inside slowly, and finally turning back.

"Okay, guy, this was where you were supposed to up and leave. So, go. Do that. Eat, drink, and level up a bit, and then maybe you can come back with your friends and we can have a go at it...not that you'd win even then, but it would feel better than eating you like this," she declares to you, as you slowly pick yourself back up, and dust off.

"I told you, I won't leave. If I let you eat me, though, I get to stay here forever, right?" you ask, and start unbuckling the armor you're wearing, tossing it onto the packs easily, and then clambering over to the bread slice nearest you. She just gawks, as you bounce a little, getting off your boots, feeling the tables smooth stone surface on your bare feet, before climbing onto the soft bread.

"You...you really want me to eat you?" she asks, and you nod up at her, causing the dragoness to blink, then pinch herself, catching a bit of scales between her fingers, and then resume staring. Finally, she seems done with it, rubbing at the bridge of her muzzle, just between her eyes with one hand, before sweeping the other forward, clutching the top of the gem pile in her grip.

"Yeah, you know what, forget it. You're crazy. I bet that adds to the flavor," she declare, and then scattered some of the gems down onto you, the rain of glittering jewels like manna from heaven to most adventurers, and more importantly to most dragons, as she added some to her meal, and then, with a shrug, went back to the cabinets behind her, soon returning with a slice of some kind of meat, cheese, and a massive leaf of some strange vegetable.

"Okay, just to make sure this is safe, I'm not just eating you. I'm going to make myself a proper lunch, with some gems and dragon root too. That stuff counters any kind of dragonbane poison or the like. So if you're trying to do that so I'm easier to take by your friends, you can forget about it," she declares, and you nod at her, laying down onto your front, and waiting for her to get on with it.

She cocks an eyebrow...or the dragon equivalent of the facial expression, but does as she says, lowering the slice of meat, which feels wet and tingles against your skin. She then places the cheese, heavier than the meat, but smells less. Finally, the leaf, which is potent in its scent, but is barely any weight at all as it settles atop you, before she just drops the other slice of bread, knocking the wind from you.

All that done, she places her hand atop the construct, and presses down a bit. Enough to make you feel it, not enough to hurt. She then, without saying anything, walks away, and you realize there's enough room to move beneath the things atop you, thanks to how she'd pressed down. You hear the lava run, and realize she's washing her hands, and giving you one last chance to leave.

Instead, you press deeper into the sandwich. Allowing it to cover you completely, and when she steps back, you hear her mutter, 'finally', as she seems to think you escaped, making you grin, as the dragoness, her meal already made, decides to enjoy it, and lifts it from the table, giving little fanfare as she opens her mouth, and breathes lightly onto it.

The breathe of a dragoness is hot, and it blows over you, leaving you almost coughing, but you clamp your mouth shut, trying not to make any noise at all. Luckily, you are still fighting this as she bites down once, her fangs easily piercing everything in the sandwich, tearing away a huge chunk of it, and then you watch as her head tilts back, not even chewing before swallowing it down.

When she glances back down, her eyes and your own lock, for just a moment, and you wonder if she's about to pluck you from her lunch, as her expression goes from blank, to 'come the fuck on' as if angry, and then, without any warning, she surges you forward, her jaws opening wide, her fangs glinting, and she stuffs you into her mouth.

The sensation of being inside her body is intense. The heat of it, the static feeling. All of it sends shivers down your spine, as the tongue below you, soaked with spit, leaves you damp, as she slips you around it, getting some of the flavor of your form, until finally, it all tilts backwards, and she gives you a single, powerful gulp, sending you down into her body.

Outside, a bulge forms in her neck. Within, the walls press against you, pushing you and rubbing the gems and other things onto your body. For a moment, you wish you'd worn your armor, but luckily, the passage down is quick, and soon, you smell the scent of sulfur, feel the heat of magma, and emerge into a chamber less stomach, than it is a volcano, and drop into the glowing pool.

Ember, for her part, feels her meal strike her stomach, and then opens her mouth, giving a powerful belch, as she looks down at the rest of the sandwich in her hands, and shrugs, downing the whole thing in one more bite, while patting her belly. It was a weird meal, to be sure, but as Dragon Lord, who was she to turn down a free filling for her sandwich?

Moon Reflected in the Sea(Luna Macro/Micro Mawplay/Vore)

(Commission for: Shiro_Tanuki, wanted a bit of fun with Luna and Celestia in retirement, with Luna being his preferred giantess, 25 USD)

The palace was not quiet, ever, on any day, and that typically meant the Princesses were busy at all hours of the day and night. That was to be expected, they were near divinity, after all, controllers of the Sun and Moon, great backs upon which rested the heavens. And yet, now that someone else had shouldered their burdens, had taken that weight unto herself, and built a world wherein those of other races might look to her, and she to them, the original princesses had had to fade.

Not literally, mind, neither Luna nor Celestia were ones to simply take wing into the beyond. They were instead allowed to roam, less as rulers on vacation, and more as simply subjects of a greater power. Still, Twilight had insisted, and they'd each taken some guards with them, if only for protection of others, given Luna still tended more towards disproportionate retribution, or so others told her.

It did, however, leave Luna with time to think, and time to grow weary. The novels of which she was so fond were not produced every day, after all, and she quickly found herself finished with another set of adventures, forced to set aside a world, and just sit there, watching the surf, as Tia, somewhere out on the waves, did battle with a Kraken she'd managed to annoy in her surfing, nothing she couldn't handle mind.

Sitting there, her legs dangling over the edge of the ocean, Luna sighed, wondering what she should do to entertain herself, before heading into town to find another story with which to sate her imagination, only to blink, as a glint of light off the armor of her guard blinded her, and she turned to him, about to tell him to stand away from her, only to notice he was not so alert to the things around him, standing there.

He had fallen asleep, she realized with amusement. Truly, compared to ponies, these humans lacked much in the way of endurance, and this one had somehow managed to wedge his spear in the dock, between a few of the boards, so that he might remain standing, while dozing off, making her smile as an idea crept into her head, and she looked out towards the waves, and found Tia still busy with her own battles.

Seeing her sister distracted enough not to make a fuss at this amusement, Luna slipped off the pier's edge, turning to shadow as she did so, and then slipping like oil onto the water, flowing with the waves crashing against the shore, a gift from Celestia's struggle, and then slipping beneath the dock. Slowly, trying not to make any undo noise, Luna crept her way down beneath where the shadow of her human guard blocked the sun.

A thought, and her shadowy essence coiled and moved, shaping and reshaping itself like clay in the hands of a master sculptor. Slowly, it took on form, first in the low, dangling light of a dark hunter's lure, then in a face that was her own, save for when she smiled, and showed off teeth that were wickedly sharp even in the light from her lure, and the few stray rays of the sun that found their way between the boards.

Her mane wove itself from the night sky, a few stars sparkling around her, and then her legs came out, ending in fins that looked like silver starlight, made into hoof like things. Her body, taking shape, elongated, and left her soon as a thing almost half again as long as she had been, with the tails and fins to mark her as a predator of the sea, and a smirk on her face telling those watching she had found her prey.

A single bolt of magic, channeled through her lure, jerked its way upwards, like a slow moving bolt of lightning, gently find a path through the air, and then making its way up to the boards. It soon found a gap, and without a sound, it slipped between them, find itself in the open air above, the bright sun allowing not a soul to see it as it snaked its way over to the human, and then like a viper, stuck with a blinding speed.

The human wouldn't awaken, not as the magic took him. No, this spell was too subtle for that, even in his dream, what little had formed off one, the itch on the back of his neck was nothing to his senses. He would feel the weight of his armor slip off, the grip on his spear loosen as it seemed to grow broader in his grip, and sleep through all of it, as he slowly began to dwindle from sigh within his suit.

The wind woke him, however. The sudden spray of seawater in his face, the abrupt chill in the air as he fell away from the light, and the sharp whistle in his ears. He awoke to darkness, his eyes blinking, only for them to focus as he fell straight towards a huge pool of water, smashing against gigantic poles of wood, allowing him to let out a single, strained cry, before he fell into the liquid with a splash.

An explosion of bubbles blinded him, even as the salt water stung at his eyes as he tried to see through them, and when his panicked mind realized he didn't know which way up was, his training kicked in, and he went limp, his limbs hanging loose at his side, and his own buoyancy dragged him towards what was obviously the surface, allowing him to breach with a crash and a gasp for air.

Looking around, his eyes darting from side to side, the human could not see over the tall waves that crashed and crested all around him, his tiny body being tossed about by the tide, but luckily never being driven back under. Still, he could see nothing, due to his blurry vision, until there came a light, a single bright thing in the sky overhead, giving him something to focus on, something to follow, and finally, something to fear.

Slowly, his vision sharpened, and with that sharpness, he saw a roof above, made of wood, behind the light above him, and for a moment, he wondered if he'd wound up in some kind of flooded building, only for his eyes to follow the dangling thing, finding it attached to something, and then following that something, a dark blue cord, until he was turned around completely, and staring into a pair of silver eyes.

Those eyes spoke of hunger, of a need to feed, and the human's mind froze up, like a deer staring into a wolf's starving gaze. He watched in horror as the eyes rose, and a muzzle soon came from under the water, a muzzle broken by a grin, showing that this predator had teeth, sharp fangs that just looked vicious in the light that seemed to come from everywhere, and the face held that grin above him, like the snack he was.

Then the face descended, the head coming down, and he watched in abject terror as the lips went under the water, and the jaws began to part, turning those fangs into the entrance to a cavern, one the tide was carrying him into. Crying out, panicked, the human tried to flee, tried to escape, his limbs thrashing and churning at the water, creating quite a lot of froth, but providing him not a single inch of reprieve.

The tide would carry him swiftly into those jaws, to which he wasn't even a mouthful, the teeth staying clear of him, and letting him struggle and turn inside the maw. He was, with effort, able to reach down and his feet found purchase on the tongue somewhere in the depths, giving him just that moment of hope that he might escape this, before another surge of the sea, another wave, crashed into the muzzle, and he was taken with it.

Outside, Luna giggle, opening her body like the predator's she was mimicking, creating a straight passage into her stomach, that the tide would turn into a whirlpool. She felt the tiny human spin and reel within her belly, tickling at the edges as his hands and feet grappled with him, leaving her laughing as she suddenly straightened herself up, causing his world to erupt into a tumult of motions, and leaving him trapped within.

A single thought, and Luna found herself back on the dock, her book well in hand, even as Tia, a large beak on her back, a prize won from her battle, came to rest on the shore. Her sister would be nonethewiser, she believed, with what had occurred while she'd been gone, and still feeling a tickle in her belly, Luna gave it a sharp rap, as she tried to focus on her book, rereading the ending to make her distraction look real.

Of course, Luna's master plan was soon foiled, thanks to the armor left on the docks, and while she would fight it, she'd soon have to spit up the small human, and restore him, before for the moment, she enjoyed herself, transforming again into the predator of the seas, and leading her sister on a merry chase, even as her belly tumbled and rolled with her body, smacking around the tiny form within.

Orca's Internal Life(OC Macro/Micro Endo)

(Commission for: TheBronyDog, who is a fan of living inside someone's body, and in this case, asked for a pony living inside an orca pony. While it is vore themed, as she's inside the stomach, the idea is more something called Endo, so I'm marking it as that. 20 USD)

Violet woke up to the sound of the waves on the nearby shore. Outside, the light of dawn was visible, the snap as it came on enough on its own to have woken her, but she barely reacted to it, instead turning over in her bed, the soft pillow a nice counterpoint to the mattress, which had grown a little firm over the last few days, a sad fact of life for her.

She was just about to fall back into a dream, when a gurgle echoed over the world, and she groaned, holding herself tightly against her bed, as the whole of her home tilted. Luckily, everything was nailed down, just to prevent anything from falling out of place. She'd made straps of cloth and such things to hold everything, especially her precious books, in place.

It still made her own stomach do a flip, as it always did, as the world tilted backwards, and she felt the rush of motion, the rising of something from the depths, and then, from the distance, heard the crash of water, as a massive form breached the surface of a great sea. Finally, a squawk, and then silence, as the unicorn held herself for the crash.

It came a moment later, the orca pony slammed down into the surf, and she swallowed something. The noise of it was rather comforting, and Violet waited until she heard the accompanying splash of something in the sea outside, before she used her magic to undo the bindings that held her to her bed, and then walked out of her room, into the home.

Around her, were books, and games, and entertainments she had acquired over the years. Decks of cards, in various binds and types, from the famous Tarot, to the more common suits of playing cards. She even had three different chess sets, and a tablet, one of those new magical devices, filled with tomes, set into one of the walls, all of them bound there by cloth and magic.

She didn't bother with any of it, at the moment. Food first, and maybe an exploration of the nearby shore. Then she'd entertain herself. She walked on, and soon came to her 'kitchen'. Not that any, save a unicorn, would have called it that. It was a non-descript room, with various containers on the wall, filled with oddly color cubes and the like.

Yawning, the unicorn, Violet Embers, started counting, going over in her mind when she'd last eaten what, and finally decided to have chocolate today, opening the container full of brown soft cubes, and biting into it, enjoying the taste on her tongue as she slid the container back, and locked it to the wall, enjoying the way it rattled, even as she mentally prepared her spells for the day.

Food prep, as it happened, was easy for a unicorn, who had the proper materials on hoof, and strangely, her host tended to snack on just what she needed, making the gathering of such things as simple as going to the shore and floating them over. Chocolate, grass(Actually kelp, but same difference), even some hay a time or two, probably from a ship.

Violet finished her breakfast in a few bites, and then walked to her door, pressing a hoof against it, and reciting the words she'd done so often, they were engrained in her soul. A barrier, a shield, or whatever you might decide to call it, soon blossomed above the door, and she opened it, and stepped outside her home, and into her world.

Around her, walls of pink flesh, spotted with flecks of black, rose into the sky, higher than she had heard of any pegasus being able to fly. A sea of juices, stomach acids, stood, the movements of the body and walls around them creating a rough and churning tide, as the body of something...either a dragon or a bird of some kind, it was hard to tell, lay in the middle of the bubbling liquid.

Violet barely noticed, instead breathing deeply of the air. It was warmer out here, humid, with the heat of the body she lived inside, the great beast, the Leviathan, an Orca pony, one she'd been hunting some time ago, trying to capture for the institute back in Manehatten for that idiot purple stallion she often claimed to respect back in her days on the firm.

To be fair, it was only by the grace of his spell, one that had reduced her in height, but made her practically invulnerable, that she still lived, as droplets of the acid sea sprayed at her form. She barely felt it. In fact, she could imagine it as the sea water outside, and it smelled salty enough to play the part, as she went to the edge of the shore, and focused.

Her magic was soon trawling the stomach contents, lines of light shifting through the various bits and bobs of the floor, searching for something interesting, or just fun, and finally finding something that she tore from a mass below, lifting it up in her glowing strength, and then smiling, as she began to loose her prepared spell onto what turned out to be a feather, probably from the orca's breakfast.

Magical energy surged from her horn, and the unicorn felt the pressure, as she worked her spell over the mass of what had once been a living thing, shifting it around, converting it into something more useful to hear than a half digested feather, even as it floated above the acid sea. Soon enough, she was smiling to herself, as the feather was reduced to a cube, and it dropped onto her hoof.

It was almost an exact replica of the cube of chocolate she'd eaten for breakfast, and her stomach, as she smelled it, taking in the scent of the stomach juices nearby, but filtering those out, growled at the offered treat. She rubbed at it, but ignored the demand for food, instead slowly moving back inside, so she could replace the taken supply.

That done, and her craving for sweets fought back down, Violet again emerged from her home, into the open stomach, and looked towards the center, the breakfast of the orca vanished now, leaving only a few bubbles in the center. She smiled at that, hoping the Leviathan enjoyed her meal, as she began to walk along the shore, not going anywhere in particular, but just...feeling like she should today.

Demon Belly Inn 1(OC/Demoness Vore Endo)

(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.

Demon Belly Inn 2(OC/Demoness Endo Sexplay)

(Commission for: NobleBrony. This one is a follow up, done several weeks later, wherein we rejoin the pegasus from the first story, inside their room, and find out just why people like this inn. It's mostly because sex...and this is the story that made me rate the whole thing as Adult. Still, interesting times, as the guy gets gang banged by a trio of demonesses while inside her. 20 USD)

The room was warm, pleasantly so, rather than the hot and humid thing one might expect, given where he was. Before him, the walls and floor were covered in a sheen, while lights hung in ripples in the ceiling, casting a variety of colored lights on the scene before him, giving it an almost party like glare, as he rolled over in his bed, and tried to get to sleep.

It...wasn't working. Like at all. This was so dumb. So very, very dumb. He'd been expecting this whole thing to be some kind of trick, like one of those 'merpony' shows in backwaters like Appleloosa or Ponyville. Instead, he'd found a living demon thing, one that just set all his senses on edge, and he'd allowed her to eat him, even paying her for the privilege.

And yet...this place was kind of cool. Not like, the best accommodations in the city. It lacked any kind of environmental controls, there obviously wasn't a view from anywhere, and he could swear the place was swaying slightly, though he was almost certain that last was some kind of placebo effect or something but he couldn't be sure, and it was just grating at his nerves.

He was just about to get up, and decide to leave, tell her to keep his money, after all, she'd fulfilled her end of the bargain, and he'd just go somewhere else for the night, maybe even just sort of start flying home. He felt like he could make it, his wings were strong and everything, but that was when he realized his wings were extended...like full and hard sort of thing.

While wingboners weren't exactly real things, just like that whole rumor of tickling a unicorn at the tip of their horn or that thing about earthpony's being sensitive at the ends of their hooves, it was still something of a half truth. Wings got hard due to bloodflow, and right now, his were hard enough that he could feel the beating of his heart on his back through them.

Confused, the stallion looked around, only to catch a whiff of a sweet scent, something strong, and hard, that had him moan, as it filtered through his nostrils and into his brain, making it hard to focus, even as he tried to fight it, tried to sit up, and tried to escape, only to instead watch intently, as the walls of his room sort of opened up.

He hadn't noticed before, but there was no door into his room, just the exit in the ceiling. Still, the walls sort of folded in on themselves, bits pulling away like curtains, and within moments, three versions of the demoness were standing before him, their bodies slick and shimmering with body fluids, ones that smelled sweet, and sent shivers up his spine, even as he tried to fight them off.

He was almost, nearly aware of what was going on, by the time one of them moved, smirking at him, trying to giggle, but it came off as a laugh. Somewhere, deep, in the back of his mind, he knew this was a show of some kind, something being put on for his benefit. She wasn't enjoying this...well no more than as an amusement, but she was trying to convince him this was a thrill for her.

The covers of his bed pulled him tightly down, and he felt part of them unwind, the covers pressing tightly against him, holding him down, as a patch sort of ripped apart in them, and soon the stallion was very, very aware that he was having a regular boner, on top of his wingboner, as the shaft peeked free thanks to the hole in the covers.

He didn't struggle...not really anyway. A few token pulls, mostly just repositioning himself so he was more comfortable, as she grew closer...one of her grew closer, and then slipped onto the bed with him, the weight of her body pressing into the mattress, as her cloven hooves gently pressed into his side, running their sharp edges along the meeting place of his body and the soft cushion.

When she was done, he was sealed even more tightly to the bed, unable to move at all, as she leaned forward, her tongue lolling out, and her hot breath pouring over his manhood, making him wince, thinking that, with those sharp gleaming fangs, she was about to do something most unpleasant to him, as he shut his eyes, and tried to brace for it.

Then her tongue touched his flesh, and he felt...it was hard to describe. Vice and Virtue, Sin and Saint, and all sorts of other words came to mind, as the feeling, the sensation of her licking up and down his manhood like it was a candy cane just made him shiver, giving him little room to think of anything else, as his body tried to pull away, to find some relief.

Instead, he found the other two copies of her, having slipped up unnoticed, and now standing beside him, their hooves on the bed, as they started to lick his neck, their soft, supple tongues, running through his fur, the members pressing into the sides of him, his heartbeat pushing back against hers where their flesh met, and causing him to feel like his heart was about to give out.

The one at his loins did not allow him to forget about her, of course, instead moving her tongue over him, and then, with a pop, pulling away, leaving his manhood hanging in front of him, slick with spit, and looking like it was about to explode with the throbbing pressure inside, a pressure she apparently wanted to share, as she pulled herself all the way onto the bed, and then, with the help of the other two, onto him.

She was smiling at him, this time a genuine thing, one that made him feel...accepted, before her lower body slammed into his, her lower lip parting around his manhood, as she jammed herself down hard onto the shaft, and made him cry out, just in time over the other two to kiss at the side of his face, and the third to pull back, just enough to rub the sides of his manhood with the insides of her womanhood.

It was enough...it was more than enough, as his hooves started to pound into the bed, and he found himself releasing into her. And releasing again. And again. It felt like hours passed, as he let loose all his feelings into her body, and when he was done, when every bit had been drained, he collapsed back onto the bed, which the three versions of her pulled away from, the one who'd straddled him, kissing him goodnight, as the bed itself repaired the hole in the sheet of his manhood, and he found himself passing out, falling into darkness, spent...but somehow, satisfied.

A Singer's Snack(OC Same-Size Vore)

(Commission for: Noble Brony, this time featuring his dragon/pony/siren hybrid Cynthia, who likes to make snacks of some locals. I've done a few stories with her on sites, but those tended to be my interpretation of the character as an Alicorn level entity. Here's she's more just a single, powerful, predator instead. 20 USD)

The day had been exhausting, the night, a welcome reprieve from everything that was going on in my life. I had strode into my home, my flank sagging a little, as I hung my hat on the rack, and quickly downed a dinner that came from a box. That done, rather than curling up with a good book, I merely went straight to bed, my eyes shut, and my dreams folding out the moment my head had touched the pillow.

I dreamed of better shores and nicer things. I dreamed of mares, and bits, and so many objects of my desire, only to slide comfortably into something mundane, a nice, honest day at my job, something simple, and clean, with smiling coworkers and friendly people. I felt the moon in my dream give a nod, before it winked out, and left me to my pleasantries.

It was in the middle of these that something came into my mind, slithering through the holes of my thoughts. At first, I thought it to be something half remembered from work. A song on the radio, or perhaps something a customer sang, invoking the feelings of a heartsong without dragging anyone else into their emotional high like normal.

Then the dream faltered. The moon grew brighter, as if it were staring at mr, and the dreamspace shattered around me, my body waking in the real world, leaving me groggy, and unable to focus for the longest time, simply blinking at the world around me, my eyes scanning the room, until I saw them in the dark, those glowing orbs.

I should be scared, I realized. Horrified even, and the way the moon had shuddered as I'd woken up said even that might have been too minor of a reaction. Instead, my emotions were neutral, as I watched the orbs, the glowing golden eyes, blink, and the form of the thing slowly slid forward across my carpet, the sound of scales on fiber loud in the silence to my ears.

She was revealed as she stepped into a moonbeam, hissing slightly and pulling back away from it. But in that instant I saw white fur on white scales, a mane that was pink, maybe purple it was hard to tell. Her face though? She looked like a pony, but different. A kirin perhaps, I thought, until that was smoothed away, as she resumed her song, and I fell into a stupor once more.

She avoided the moonbeam, and soon climbed onto my bed, her body, heavier even than my own, sagged the mattress, and her claws, for her feet were not hooved, but ended it toes with sharp claws on the end, ripped away my blanket, tearing it aside, without ever touching my skin, leaving me exposed, leaving me vulnerable, and she licked her lips at me hungrily.

Then she kissed me. Lips met lips, and even in my dulled state, I felt an explosion in my mind, in my body, and most of all, in my loins. It was like she was blowing air into me, inflating herself a sex toy, and for some reason, deep down in myself, I could not find it in me to care, instead moaning, as our tongues began to meet, and I was hers.

We did not dally on the pleasantries. There was no foreplay or subtly to this, as I might have had with a mare I fancied. No, this as instincts driven, and instincts met, as we moaned at each other, as her body came down on mine, and she opened her hips wide, driving her womanhood onto my shaft, and leaving me seeing stars in the darkness.

I had not laid down like this in so long, I thought it would take hours, maybe days, to bring myself to any kind of climax, perhaps even to find the right motions to make, but she would have none of it. She needed none of it. All she desired was me, and I gave her that in my entire, as her chest began to beat into mine, leaving me breathless a she rotated her body up and down.

It did not take long at all for juices to flow out from my body, and into hers. It did not take long for her to facilitate driving me higher than I had ever been before, my heart racing in my chest, leaving me unable to catch my breath as she kept going, kept dragging me into her, rubbing the walls of her insides against my not so little stallion.

When I came, it was with my hooves on her shoulders, holding her against me, and she chuckled, a deep, belly laugh that shook me, but it seemed she was done herself, letting loose a torrent that soaked down my body, creating a wet spot on my bed, one that grew larger, as I released all my pent up emotions at once into her, and she accepted them all.

And then, just like that, I was finished. My muscles, sore from work and now this, simply would not move anymore, collapsing beneath her. It was only in this afterglow, only in this moment, that I realized how strange this all was, wondering what she was, why she had done this, only to look up into her eyes, and watch as she slowly opened her mouth, and revealed fangs.

It was the last thing I saw, as her head surged forward, covering my own with her jaws, and leaving me to vainly struggle, my jerking motions doing little, as she was like a serpent that had caught a mouse, and her jaws slurped at my form, licking me over, and tasting the mixture of our juices, as she worked me down into her throat, with a series of swallows.

My head in her neck, bulging out the thing, I could feel her skin outside stretching, and yet, no matter what I tried, I could not find the strength to fight it. Adrenaline had been spent, and panic, while there, was simply without power, as she gulped, and swallowed, soon having my head pass between her lungs, and beyond her heart, towards a large sack that fueled them all.

Her stomach opened to me easily, and I felt her tickle at my manhood, my shaft shuddering, feeling sore from how abused it had been, before she have a final glurk, and her teeth clacked shut around my hooves, her belly distending around me, not showing me on the outside, as her scales were too strong to be displaced like that, instead, leaving me there, as she rubbed her stomach, and laughed.

Gilda Rolls Up a Meal(Gilda Macro/Micro Hard Vore)

(Commission for: ChronotheChangeling. In this, Gilda, while messing around with something she bought from a travelling merchant, winds up getting a tiny, mouse sized thing, and does what cats, birds, and most especially catbirds are want to do with rodents. This one is a bit darker than most, as Chrono is into fatal stuff, and pain, so read at your own risk there. 20 USD)

Gilda looked down at the cube before her. It was a die. Like, one of those things idiots gambled with, or dweebs played some kind of imagination games with. For her, it was...well, it was supposed to be a meal. Like, she rolls it, and something comes out of it. She wasn't sure how it worked, but the griffon who'd sold it to her had assured her it did.

She'd been staring at it for over an hour now, wondering if this was the sort of thing she should save for a special occasion, maybe store it away. Or would the magic go bad? She hadn't asked, and while she could easily track down the griff who'd sold it to her, she felt like she could trust him for some reason. Said a pony sold it to him, some purple stallion with an orange mane, and silver eyes...mind, silver eyes were something the griff had had too.

Still considering it, she banged her claw on the table, and then yelped, as the die jumped. Like, instead of going a few inches off the table at most, the thing flew towards the roof, spinning in place, and then slapping back down with a weird circle on the top face. As she watched, the circle grew an arrow, at about the 10 o'clock point, and then the die clicked.

For a moment, just a moment she was tempted to dive for cover, like maybe the thing was a bomb or something, but then her eyes went wide instead, as the cube...unfolded. The sides sort of sliding around, flipping outwards, and growing larger and larger, until the cube was the size of a brick, and the top popped open without her touching it.

Inside the box that used to be a die, a pale smoke emerged, and then, suddenly, a figure. It looked...kind of like a minotaur, but without their buff top halves and horns. No, this was more like one of those naked mole rat things, long, and thing, about the size of a mouse. That comparison, drew her hunger, and her stomach growled, as the thing, looking around, finally turned to her.

The fear in its eyes, oh that was something else. She felt that, like those deer, and some ponies, the fear of a prey meeting a predator, and it sent a chill down her spine. It also gave the thing a chance to scramble out of the box it had been laying in, with all two inches of itself, and she just had to chuckle, as she brought one of her claws to the table, and then swept it.

The claw was sharp, and black as obsidian. She kept it that way for the bakery. So this tiny thing's flesh cut easily, that satisfying squeal just making her coo, as it rolled over onto its side, clutching at the bleeding leg she'd cut, though not sliced off. She was a skilled maker of food, after all, and had perfectly cut it vertically, leaving the thing in agony.

Then she heard something that sounded kind of like words. Not like, one she knew, but like a grunting sort of thing, and for a moment, just a moment, she was worried that the thing was intelligent. If it was, she couldn't eat it, wouldn't be sporting and the like, but then she remembered, a pony made that die, and that weren't ones for hurting others. This should be fine.

That thought in mind, she brought her eagle claws towards the thing on the table, which was still trying to crawl away, slowly, and she gave a chuckle, as she decided to give it a taste test. She jammed one of her claws through it's shoulder, listening to the way it squeaked, and letting out a warble of delight, before pinching the leg she'd cut between two of her other digits.

Pulling it off was easy, thanks to the claw pinning the thing down. Seemed the leg wasn't firmly attached, and a good twist and yank ripped it clean off with a tearing and a popping noise, leaving her to chuckle as she brought the thing up to her beak, and then gave it a test lick, allowing the tattered bit of torn meat to drip some of the blood onto her tongue.

It was...it wasn't the best she'd ever had, honestly, but damn if it wasn't close to it, and she devoured the leg with a gobbling noise, dropping it into her beak and knocking it around her mouth with her tongue, before giving it one sharp swallow, sending the thing down her gullet, and then grabbing the tiny thing, still trying to crawl away, bless it, by its middle.

Said tiny thing had been in his room before this, sitting there, when he heard a noise like some kind of dice roll, but larger, and got up to his door. Without thinking, he'd opened it, and stepped outside, ending up with his perspective flipping around, like gravity had reversed, leading to him slamming into his door, that had somehow closed behind him.

Then he'd appeared here, wherever hear was, with some kind of giant...eagle thing above him, one that, as he'd turned to run, had sliced his leg like cured ham, then stabbed him in the shoulder, leaving him in the worst agony of his life, before she decided to twist his leg off, his mind going numb as that sharp pain struck at its core, leaving him barely thinking as he continued to try and escape.

He couldn't even muster up enough will to scream as she grabbed him, cracking a rib in his side, and revealing herself to be a griffon, a fact that barely registered as she opened her beak wide, and then tossed him in like some kind of candy, the mmm of her joy echoing within and leaving his ears ringing, even as her tongue knocked him all around.

It was possibly hours, possibly seconds later, that she'd drawn off all his flavor, and she'd swallowed, his body screaming at him, as his shoulders popped loose, thanks to the tight throat, and he was dragged down her neck, a poke revealing her finger following him down, until finally, he dropped out. Not into a roiling cauldron of juices, however, instead landing on the tattered remains of his leg, in a sac of damp flesh.

Here, the walls woke in him a desire to live, but they did so by smacking him between them. The flesh, damp, and yet, somehow stickier than normal, crushed him between them, grinding him down, and leaving his bones to break under their pressure, the shards moving around, and grinding him up as he let out one blood gurgling cry, as outside, Gilda felt him in her crop, and gave a laugh, enjoying the way he struggled a bit, before going quiet, like a good mouse, turned meal.

Kittypone's Toy(Cat-Pony Macro/Micro Vore)

(Commission for: Cutea. Like with the Ember/Adventurer story, this one isn't really a commission, and was in fact, a birthday present, sort of based around a comic she had gotten for the day from her beau. He asked me to write a story to go along with it...or she did, my memories aren't so clear on that point. Regardless, this is the tale of you meeting a kittypone, a cat-pony, and becoming her toy and treat, with a cameo at the end of my purple pony in anthro form. 20 USD)

"Mrrrow?" said a voice behind you suddenly, and you spin in your chair, expecting to see something, and then nearly falling backwards out of it when what you saw was beyond what you'd expected, as a huge blue eye was looking in your window, shimmering in the darkness, as it blinked at you, and then pulled back to reveal the darkened sky outside.

A moment later, your house...it didn't explode, so much as fall away, the walls, the floor, the ceiling, all of it sort of flying off in various directions, leaving you floating in the air for a moment, face to face with the feline visage you'd seen through your window, one that smiled at you, and began to prance around on her front legs in that feline way, batting at the walls of your home as they seemed to fall farther, and farther away, leaving you and the cat alone.

Now, you took in her details, as the space beyond was no longer dark but lit...weirdly. Evenly in fact, like the light was coming from all around you, as she rolled over onto her back, looking up at you, as you floated there in the air, the ground beneath her invisible, if it was there at all, as she bleped at you, and winked a single eye, before her tail came around her body, and poked you on your head.

Suddenly, you fell, the distance, a meter, maybe two, enough to knock you out of your seat, which kept going even as you hit a solid feeling floor, your eyes going wide as it soon fell out of sight along with your home, leaving you laying there in front of the feline, which purred as you looked up at it, laying down on its belly, with its forelegs stretched around you.

The thing was huge, larger than your home had been, with light blue fur covering most of its body. Odd, but it also had what you mistook for a mane at first, but proved instead to simply be long, straight, golden hair cascading down its head, the light of this strange place giving it a shimmering quality, like a waterfall of uncountable value, as she leaned her head closer towards you.

Her legs were covered in socks, you realized, as you backed up into one, the black covering them not being natural, and your hand feeling fur beneath. You were so shocked by that, that you had to be started out of it as she blew a gust of hot, warm wind from her nostrils into you, bringing your eyes back to her face, as she leaned it so close to you, that you could reach out and touch it.

Cautiously, nervously, shakily, you reached one finger out towards her snoot, and then gave it a gentle boop, causing the feline's head to suddenly pull back, like she'd been startled, and you startled back yourself, thinking it was time to run, but instead of being angry, she looked at her own nose crosseyed, and then let out a sound like a giggle.

She leaned forward once more, and you, a bit bolder now perhaps, reached your whole hand forward now, pressing your palm into her nose, feeling as the air inside rattled around, and blew out around you, the humid, hot wind having a sweet tang to it as it swirled about, before she sucked in again, drawing you closer to her muzzle without having to move.

With a startling speed, her ears drooped down in a way that seemed almost playful, and her muzzle split open, revealing a space inside of pink flesh, and hard, but flat topped teeth, making you think of a pony for an instant, before her tongue spilled out from inside her, the soft, supple texture of it coming forward like a tide, and slamming into you.

Your clothing was instantly soaked in her spit, as she licked your body all over with a single slurping, her body beginning to vibrate in a purr as she tasted you, and then did so again, and again, driving you into the ground, your own giggles starting to echo over the space as you pushed back against her playfully, trying to make some room to get up.

Then her tongue pushed hard against you, and the 'ground' seemed to hold no traction, instead her tongue carrying you back, up, and then forward, as her muzzle parted, giving you a single moment to realized what was going on, before you were half inside, half outside her mouth, as the catpone's tongue began to play over your body all at once.

Panic was felt, but only at the edges, as the softness, the vibration, the warmth, all of it translated into you, and made it impossible to hold a thought for more than a heartbeat. Instead, your legs sat limp, only occasionally kicking as the tip of her tongue tickled at the soles of your feet, and made you laugh while hugging yourself as tightly as you could to her long, thick member.

When you were barely awake, slipping off, the kittypone slurped at you again, her jaws parting, drawing you into her mouth, slipping you over the whole of her tongue, and covering you completely in her saliva, as she continued to purr and mmm at you, like you were her favorite treat and toy all at once, and you could do little but giggle as you tickled at her mouth from the inside.

When you slid towards her throat, you even whooped a little, your arms outstretched, welcoming it, only stopping because you slammed, hard into something dangling above her open esophagus, the dollop of flesh, her uvula, rocking back and forth as you became stuck to it, swinging around on it, and feeling everything in her body move.

It was a pleasant sensation, to say the least. The trill of her happiness in her purr and laughter, the beating of her heart, the roaring of her lungs, all of it was beside you, as you dangled above the abyss, somehow lit as the outside had been, giving everything a shiny sheen, one you barely knew, as you buried yourself tightly against the uvula, while the kittypone lay there, enjoying herself.

Above, outside, beyond, a bipedal pony of silver eyes, purple fur, and orange mane, used his hands to write something it a book floating in his magic before him, held in the silver glow, as he reached down, to pet the kittypone, who was sized just right for him. He then laughed himself, a hearty chuckle, as the feline swallowed something, and he jotted down another note, before rising, and walking away.

Chrysalis' New Toy(Chrysalis Macro/Micro Hoof Butt Crush)

(Commission for: Anonymous...yes, I do commissions without naming names, and will even keep them completely private, if requested at no additional charge. That said, here we have some giga macro sized Chrysalis playing with a world that is far, far out of scale with her. Crush with hoof and butt was the request)

The world was peaceful at the moment. That was not so unusual, no matter what some said. Peace was the default state of a civilized people, and while there were times of strife and violence, they were rare enough. So the people went about their lives in a way that left them pretty much neutral, with only a few spikes in emotions and the like.

This was...not how it should have been. In her opinion, anyway. A world like this, a world of flat and level thoughts and feelings, where the baseline was so low as to be practically zero? That just wouldn't do at all, for herself, for her subjects, or even for the world, as it spun on with a lazy arc, barely registering that it had come into her sights.

Green eyes, emeralds in the darkness, looked on this world, and flashed in the sky. The people, their lives momentarily interrupted, looked first to each other, thinking whatever happened had come from them, but then, almost as one, they turned their eyes to the heavens, and voices raised up out of them, as they stared up towards the face in the sky.

It was a long face, with an odd mixture of equine and insect like features, as well as shining, shimmering eyes that seemed to gaze on each and every one of them individually, shifting slightly, as if it were taking stock of them, before it broke out in a smile, a smile that revealed a mouth full of dagger sharp teeth, glinting wickedly in the darkened sky.

The eyes suddenly vanished...so did the darkness, for a moment anyhow, as something beyond was revealed, a swirling portal in the sky, one that soon disgorged a goddess into their world. The face, still large, but no longer filling the sky, had a body to go with it, one that stood so tall, that their eyes could barely make out the height of it, the distance causing it to blur.

The thing was standing on four legs, legs that took up the space of a whole city in and of themselves, and those who could tear themselves from the sight above, would find broadcasts of another city, one a few miles away, as one of those legs rose up, and then swung out of the portal, revealing a hoof on the end, one of black obsidian, that hung in the air.

Without fanfare or warning, it fell, and the other city was filled with screams. Terror, exhilaration, prayer, and even, for some, jubilation, all voices were raised, as the hoof came down, and the broadcast showed it touching the tops of some of the higher towers, things that seemed invincible spires a moment ago, but wrenched themselves out off place, offering no protection at all, as her mass settled.

The broadcast blurred, as the towers cracked, crumbled, and debris rained from a horribly darkened sky. The last thing they showed was the bottom of that hoof, one that slammed down, and the world around it shook, the quake reaching the distant city that had first witnessed her, and caused the people to cry out, as they dove down, to avoid falling to the cold, hard ground.

Far, far, far above them, the emerald eyes closed, as she felt something within herself, something she had not felt in so long that it made her heart skip a beat. Terror, fear, love, sadness, joy, anger, all the emotions of a life, multiplied a million times over, and making her spine shiver as pleasure so sharp it was painful assaulted her mind.

She looked down, only now realizing she had stepped on a city, and she grinned, watching as flickers, green flames, surged along her chitinous hide, worming their way up her body. She licked her lips, as those flames went into her jaws, and she chuckled, a noise that shook the heavens, as she twisted her hoof, grinding it into the ground, and cracking the city, a few last embers flashing, as those who'd survived found themselves wanting.

She looked to the horizon, towards the city she had spied, the one that was her real target, and so she strode from the portal, her other hoof landing on a few small towns, things gathered close enough together that she could end them all at once, but with such little people living in them that she got barely an ounce of what she'd gotten from the city beforehoof.

The dark goddess didn't care, of course, and she walked the world, which shuddered at her every step, walking up to the city, considering how best to treat herself with it, as it was at the center of this world in a cultural sense. It's destruction would ring out over this tiny ball, and its people would know of her, and know of what she had done within an instant of its doom.

Consuming it, devouring it, crossed her mind, but she didn't need some tiny bits of debris to get stuck in her teeth...and besides, a few might survive, and an infestation of these pathetic things inside her didn't sound too appealing. So she quickly decided instead to use the other end of her body, her face swinging way from the city, and soon replaced with her rear end.

The people below were shocked, so much so that their emotions became level again, making her sneer, feeling so...cheated, but the moment she began to lower herself, that same instant, their emotions surged, as understanding finally came to them. Oh, this time she savored that feast, feeling every bit of it as it surged from their souls into her.

Her cheeks soon touched atop the tallest of spires, the hard skin dimpling a little, as she let it resist her, just for a moment, as if she were considering stopping, but then, she leaned just a little farther backwards, and she felt a ripple of horror move out from there, as the spire crumbled beneath her, and the ones around it toppled like toys, their construction nothing to her.

The process of settling down took minutes, and by the time her cheeks contacted the world below, she was in ecstasy. The emotions, the highs of them, were just so delicious, that she opened her mouth, and gorged on them, letting them fill her with power, as her horn glowed, and a sickly green light filled the sky, declaring to all the heavens that this world, these people, were now the property of Queen Chrysalis...and she was going to enjoy them.

Starlight Swallows a Bug(Starlight Glimmer Food Transformation Digestion Implied Fatal)

(Commission for: Superfan, who asked for more fatal digest stuff, this time with anthro Starlight Glimmer eating Chrysalis, originally with her shrinking, but then I suggested she transformer into food. He still asked for swallowed whole. This time, he placed no limits on how long this would be, and so I made this. I think he enjoyed it, and I hope you do as well. 50 USD)

The castle was quiet at the moment. That was to be expected. It was the middle of the night after all. No one was awake, save a few astronomers that Twilight had invited over, and those were in the western tower, observing a shower of stars from the fifth house down into the third, their quills dancing as they drew sketches and discussed theorems on astrology an the like.

Starlight Glimmer, for all that her name sounded like she should be interested, was honestly bored of the whole lot of them. Mares and Stallions more than a decade her senior(And hadn't it been a shock to find out how old Twilight and her friends were?), discussing dry things, rather than the important stuff like how Mana Flow would be affected by the new star formations being born.

She had excused herself from Twilight Sparkle's little stargazer group, and made her way back into the castle, her eyes wandering here and there, as she readied some of the guest rooms for their...well their guests. Luckily, the place was kept in good condition, a combination of a very driven dragon and some magical crystals that made the place up, so none of the rooms needed more than being unlocked.

Well, almost none of them. One of the doors to the largest guestroom in the west wing was stuck. Starlight sighed, knowing that one of the old fogies' would demand such accommodations(They wouldn't...but that was more because they weren't planning on sleeping at all), and so she rattled the lock with her magic a few times, before doing things the Applejack way, and to the farm with the consequences.

Luckily, her friendship lessons with the blonde mare had paid off, and her kick shattered part of the lock on the door, sending a few shards of crystal flying into the room. This was her only salvation, as the shards caused the intruder in the darkness to start a bit, and Starlight saw her before she could cast a single spell, the unicorn quickly teleporting out of the way, as a flash of green filled the room.

Flames, sickly looking compared to Spike's, crackled as the spell touched down in the corridor, leaving Starlight to stare, her eyes widening, as she recognized that magic, and watched as a towering black form stepped out of the room, her face lit by the horrid fires of her magic, showing a feral look to her emerald eyes as she looked towards her prey.

Starlight heard her start to talk. Villains, speeches? Celestia, was she ever this hammy? Don't answer that. Regardless of the answer, Queen...former Queen, currently Fugitive Chrysalis was in the middle of pontificating about how her vengeance would be sweeter than honey, and she would see the mare before her broken and beaten before this night was done. Blah, blah, blah.

She got, maybe, a small monologue going, before Starlight suddenly teleported, not to Twilight, which would have been the smart thing, probably, but instead right above Chrysalis, and she body slammed the bug into the ground, hearing the satisfying crack as one of her legs gave under the sudden assault of weight settling onto it, not breaking it, sadly, but making the bug woman cry out in pain as the two toppled to the floor in a heap.

By the time she had a spell ready to fling at the mare on her back, Starlight had teleported again, this time right in front of her, causing the Fugitive to redirect her energy into a shield as she got back to her feet, one pointed right at the unicorn before her, rather than being omni directional, something Starlight grinned at. Apparently Chrissie thought this was going to be a drawn out fight, and was saving her energy.

She debased her opponent of such delusions by teleporting again, a feat that would have exhausted most ponies, holding two spells, bit only leaving her a bit winded, as she appeared right in front of the bit...witch, and let loose her arcane fury, the blast of blue magic surging up into her carapace and finding every nook and cranny in it, sending the black bug flying upwards.

She slammed satisfyingly into the ceiling, and, just like Rainbow's comic told her to do, she teleported again, appearing right above her, and slamming into her back with a kick as powerfully as she could, letting their combined weight literally smash the bug against the floor, her body going limp for a second, as Starlight teleported once again, this time landing right on her feet in front of her.

Starlight was prepared for another attack, her magics, drained from four teleports and a blast in less than a minute, but still able to make a small shield. Luckily, it seemed she'd done a better job than that alien pony thing from the planet of monkey ponies, and her opponent, rather than talking about forms and power levels, was in fact, out cold, her breathing coming in sharp, painful gasps.

Starlight Glimmer, the student of Twilight Sparkle, was a bit concerned she'd gone too far with this, as Chrysalis twitched a bit, even out cold in obvious pain, as she grunted, and her eyes tightly shut, trying to keep her asleep as her body dealt with the injuries, her changeling magic healing her before Starlight's eyes, which made her want to go grab a book and start writing things down.

Starlight Glimmer, former...well Cult Leader, and not very nice mare, who was friends with both Trixie, Discord, and Pharynx(through his brother Thorax) was considering her options on how to squash this bug once and for wall, maybe sending her head over to the two brothers. She was sure one of them would display it proudly over the throne...or maybe turn it into a toilet or something, both good options.

Sadly...happily...she shook her head, she wasn't either of those things, but Starlight knew she couldn't do the second one. Not while Twilight was in the castle, and so she gathered her magic again, taking time to weave the spell as her own magics recovered, and slowly began to thread three spells together, as she'd done accidentally/on purpose a few weeks ago.

Fiducia Compelus wove itself into Cogeria while Persuadere slowly wrapped itself around the two, the spell forms tying together in ways the originators of their forms likely never intended. The spell matrix was unstable, of course, and would leave whoever it was cast one with a terrible headache, but it was a sacrifice she was willing to make, as she cast the combined bit of magic.

The spell weave floated through the air, wispy white tendrils snaking their way into Chrysalis' body. The stuff went straight for her face, of course, moving into her ears, mouth, and forcing her eyes open, allowing Starlight to watch as the shimmering emerald eyes turned a much duller shade, as her will was suppressed, and Starlight's took command.

"Okay...let's see if this worked. Stand up," she commanded, wondering if Chrysalis, a being with some pretty potent mind control spells herself(If Shining Armor was to be believed) would have some kind of defense against this particular combination of the mind arts. Luckily, she didn't seem to, pushing herself off the ground, rising to her feet, not even wobbling, as she stood straight up, and stared at her blankly down at the shorter mare.

"Good, good...now we need a place to keep you for the moment. Does this place have an dungeons?" she asked allowed, trying to fill the space, as she was still coming off a combat high, and really, really didn't want to lose focus while she had one of the most dangerous criminals in the land under her thrall, leaving her with few options other than to force herself to stay awake.

"Oh, this would be so much easier if I hadn't skipped dinner tonight, but no, I had to turn down that slop those geezers like. Not like I can pop down for a burger at that fast food place this late either," she complained, more to herself, even pinching her forearm as she tried to get some adrenaline flowing again, and leaving her with her eyes closed, as green flashed.

Shooting her blue orbs back open, she thought, for a moment, she'd been tricked, and Chrysalis was going to attack her, but when she looked around, she instead saw the bug lady had vanished, leaving her alone in the hallway, making her even more worried that she'd let her get away. Her mind raced with tracking spells and the like, but on casting her simplest one, it pinged right in front of her, and Starlight looked down.

On the floor in front of her was a burger...not a great one, it was just a bun and a patty, but it was a burger nonetheless, one that hadn't been there a moment ago, making her wonder just what was going on, as she crouched down, and tentatively, reached for the food item, the bun feeling soft, and slightly warm as she pressed into it with a finger.

Growing curious, she leaned forward, and scooped up the food item with one hand, standing up, and holding it in front of her, looking it over, and finding it was...strange. It wasn't a bun and a patty, not really. It was a single piece, solidish, but made to look like a burger, and she cast a spell to determine what it was made of, only to get the most absurd result back.

Well...absurd at first, but then she thought about it. Her spell had caused the other members of the so-called 'Mane 6' to take her orders, even off-hand remarks that could be considered orders, as literally as possible, without any thought to what they were doing to themselves, and it stood to reason that Chrysalis had simply been acting in the exact same way.

She couldn't teleport a food item to them, not since she didn't know what it was specifically Starlight wanted, so instead, she'd transformed into it...like, she'd changed shape into a burger, and Starlight was holding the former Queen of the Changeling race in her hands, like she was a pony about to have a midnight snack before heading to bed.

Starlight was shocked enough by this sequence of events that she almost summoned Twilight to her. It wouldn't have taken much effort. Heck, she was surprised the Alicorn hadn't felt the magical battle, quick as it had been, she'd had with Chrysalis and already come down to find out what was going on, and then Starlight could offer her a bit of a snack she'd found and...

No, no, she wouldn't do that to Twilight. All the time, Twilight, Princess of Friendship, had talked about forgiving her enemy, for everything she'd done, and letting her hatred go so literally feeding her Chrysalis, even if she never told her would just be a downright awful thing to do, even if it would probably be the funniest and most morally right thing.

That was when her stomach decided to grumble, reminding her of the missed meal, and her nostrils flared, as she smelled the food item in her hands...the not food item rather. Would it be so wrong for her to do this? Would it be so awful to just take one bite? Maybe? No, no, she couldn't do that, she couldn't bite into someone like that.

But this was someone really evil, someone who had rejected redemption, not once, but so many times, and made her people suffer through so much needlessly. She would eat this burger, and dispose of Chrysalis. Then they would all be spared her bringing evil into their lives, and maybe pulling off this whole ambush thing later. No, she had made this bed, and now Starlight was going to make her lie in it, for the rest of her life.

That thought, that last little thought, seemed to shatter whatever inhibitions that Starlight might have had. She opened her mouth, and brought the burger up to it, feeling it sort of twitch a little, as her teeth started to brush against the top and bottom buns, and she slowly closed her jaws, letting the edges of her teeth start to press into it...only to stop.

Not because she wasn't going to go through with it, but because two of the spells in her mind control matrix had pain as the thing that broke them. If she bit into Chrissie, and she turned out to be fine, maybe able to somehow influence the bit in Starlight's mouth, like turning it into some kind of weapon, than Starlight would be screwed.

That thought caused her to consider just ending this, maybe tossing this thing into a trash can, and forgetting all about this, as Chrysalis would remember what she'd just done, and she really, really didn't want her telling anybody about it, and be believed, so if she brought it up the next time they met, Starlight would just say she was delusional or something.

Those thoughts were brushed aside, as Starlight's jaws stretched out, and she flattened her tongue a bit, making as much space in her mouth as possible, and then slowly pushing the burger, all of it, into he muzzle. She felt...powerful doing this, she felt her body shudder, as the food item twitched, her mind trying to break free of the spell, and failing, as she became a snack.

In a moment, Starlight closed her teeth, the edges sort of nipping at the sides of the burger, but not quite biting into it, instead sealing behind her, closing the snack in her jaws, and leaving her to stand there, the sheer adrenaline rush of her actions making her cry out around her muzzelfull, the muffled noise echoing over the hall as she stood there.

It would have been difficult, if not impossible to do this, without Pinkie Pie's help, but she licked at the food item in her mouth, not quite mushing it up, just in case, but wetting it down, spreading the flavor of it, which was surprisingly good, over her tongue, before she finally got it down towards the back of her mouth, and tilted her head back, giving a hard swallow.

The bulge in her neck was visible, easily, but it was also quickly descending, vanishing into her chest, as she placed her hand against it, feeling it, enjoying the way it felt to have this life in her power, and knowing she was going to take it. This was such a high that she almost felt like starting a cult about it...only to realize what she'd just thought and banish it.

She let the weight of it pass into her body, and then vanish into her chest. It dropped into her stomach, and Starlight began to massage it with her hands, her fingers dancing over her flesh, as she wondered what it was like in there, and if the spell would break. Would Chrysalis have the power to break out or something, or was she trapped in there.

The mare didn't get an answer, instead she heard her stomach gurgle, as she rubbed against it, feeling a sort of tickle inside her. The bug la...no the burger she'd eaten was settling, and soon enough, she had to open her mouth, otherwise she would have exploded, as her lips parted, and she tilted her head back, waiting for something to come bursting out of her.

Her belch echoed up and down the halls, the doors rattling a little, and making her blush as it calmed down, and she finally felt satisfied. Chrysalis was no more of a problem that a bit of indigestion later, if even that, she smirked to herself, while giving her stomach a sharp rap, and then starting back down the hall, using her magic to repair the door as she got back to it, so no one would ever know.

It was half an hour later, her stomach no longer quite so active, that Starlight finally made it back to her own bed, and slipped under the covers, smiling to herself. She had had a thought while finishing her rounds, and wondered, as she drifted off to sleep, if maybe Discord could bring Chrysalis back, with perhaps a slightly gentler personality, with the original gone the way of all food items. That thought was comforting, as she closed her eyes.

Vinyl's Preshow Snack(Vinyl Scratch Micro/Macro Endo)

(Commission for: TheBronyDog, who asked for Vinyl to eat a very small pony before a show, with them ending up in her belly, which just so happens to contain a city, which is one of his kinks. Anthro for everyone here, and while it might not come across much, this is set in a cyberpunk type setting. 25 USD)

You woke up with a headache. Not like, a hang over headache, but more like the, you'd been drugged one, and it made it hard to open your eyes, forcing the lids to part, and then closing them again as you felt a stabbing pain in your brain from the light outside. You heard sounds too, and not the comforting ones you were used to, but instead the sounds of something huge moving around.

Finally, with a force of great effort, you were able to slowly open one eye, and then the other, blinking away the blur that covered your vision, and bringing it into focus, even as you heart skipped a beat, and your breath caught in your throat, causing you to close them again, thinking this was all a bad dream, and this wasn't really happening.

When you open them again, you are fairly certain you are not dreaming, as around you is not the home and city sized for you, but instead a room that looked like it had been ripped straight from one of the worse horror films you'd seen, with flashing lights coming in under a door, and darkened lamps around a mirror, into which was looking a giantess.

Her body was solid white...not her coat was, and she had blue hair, with a streak of lighter blue in it, making her look like some kind of giant specter, one that towered above you, and could have rivaled any high rise you had ever seen in your life, as she stood there, applying a bit of makeup to her face. To you, a sea of things, to color her fur and muzzle, to her, light dashes, barely noticeable.

Finally, she turned to you...or rather, she turned, and she began to slip on some things, slowly clothing herself in an outfit that, while more than the nothing she had worn before, left little the imagination, as she towered over you, casting a dark shadow on the container, a huge glass cylinder...one that was not even as long as the end of her pinkie finger.

When she was dressed, she reached into a cup of something, and brought out some sparkling gel from it...lights, you realized with a start, small sparkling lights, that she began to move through her hair, giving the blue a shade and brightness it had never had before, as she tapped the side of her head, and caused the flashing lights to change in rhythm and color.

When she was satisfied with all that, she wiped her hands off in some kind of towel, and then, without a single thing to mark it as special, she reached for you. Huge hands fell from the sky, the sort that could smash half a block if they wanted to, maybe more, and fingers that could have smashed you, and ground your tiny, pathetic body into past, slowly came down around you.

They shook the vial you were in, the cylinder rocking about, causing you to cry out, as you slammed into the walls, with her having little care for you, lifting you up her body, and giving you a view of her that left your heart pounding, and your face red, even as you were brought before her own visage, a face covered with glasses, that glowed with some kind of tech light behind the lenses.

Whether she was looking at you, or possibly watching something, you didn't know, as she held you there before her face, and then opened her mouth, her tongue lolling out, before she popped the top off the cylinder with a finger, the lid of your container having been tight enough that you could never have moved it with any sort of vehicle, and yet she casually did so with ease.

Then the world tilted, and you grabbed for any kind of imperfection, any kind of traction, on the surface of the wall, as you began to slide down it. Nothing came of your scrambling efforts, nothing that would see you safe at least. A few pauses, a few stops, that she dealt with by shaking the vial in her fingers, and finally, spilling you out onto her tongue.

The drop was a dozen times your height, and you slapped down with a wet, meaty smack. Luckily, the tongue is a soft thing, flesh like a cushion, backed by firm muscles beneath. Better, your size prevented the harm that would have come to you, had you been of a proportional height of the giantess before you, so you landed without an injury.

Your panic, however, grew to a fever pitch, as you tried to resist her, tried to fight back against this goddess who was so casually trying to make you a snack, but she wouldn't have you escaping. Her tongue, a huge road of soft flesh to you, was drawn back into her mouth, and spit began to flow along the center of it, the river of it carrying you this way and that along the surface.

She mmms, mocking you. There is no way you can be more than a hint of a taste to her, and even as you pound into her tongue, trying to make her feel you, the tip of it rises at the front of her mouth, and worse than the vial, the tongue sends you sliding backwards, your fingers digging into the soft flesh, finding not a single ounce of purchase however.

Int one last, desperate gamble, you leap off the back of her tongue, trying to make it to her uvula, but it's too high, too far, and you misjudge the distance, causing you to plummet down her throat...one that swallows only after you're inside it, her spit more of a mouthful than you were, causing you to fall down her esophagus without any kind of help from her body.

You land, somewhere far below, the walls still rippling above, as the sound of her breathing, the great bellows of her lungs, surrounds you, and you hear above them, her racing heart. You can even imagine her fingers, following the course of her swallow, even as you sit on the sphincter of her stomach's entrance, the thing tightly closed, as it waits for a larger meal.

Not that it waits long, and soon, it pulls apart, dropping you down into her stomach, into a galaxy of shimmering lights, the liquid filled with the same gel she'd rubbed into her hair, leaving you staring at it...wondering why parts of the stomach were oddly shaped, only to realize there were buildings in her belly, tall ones. She'd eaten a whole city at some point.

Better, lights were on in some windows, the place was powered, and for a moment, you thought there might be people...only to smell this place, and know that, no, there was no one here. The stench of acids stung at your nose, as you dropped towards the churning sea of stomach juices, expecting to fall into them, and be instantly digested.

Fortune, however, had another fate for you, and instead of being melted to the bone, you were caught by a boat, one that was floating on the surface of it, landing with a dull thunk on the deck, and groaning from the impact, before the sound of heavy splashing, her spit landing nearby, told you you should move, and so you dragged your sore body forward, crying out, even as you lungs burned.

You made it into the boat, the light on in the cabin giving you some hope...but the place was empty, a bedding placed down on the floor...a note on a table, and nothing else. Not even bones...no, the note, it looked...you turned away, knowing it said something about jumping over the side, even as you slammed the door shut, and heard the hum of fans starting up.

Tired, not injured but still not whole, you stumbled towards the bedding, and fell into it, feeling your body instantly going to sleep, even as the world outside began to shake and move, the goddess, the world, your world, moving around outside, as she took herself out to a stage, and began to fill the air with music, even as you drifted off to sleep.

City of Scratch(Vinyl Scratch Macro/Micro Endo)

(Commission for: TheBronyDog, though, in this case, it's another trade story, however, I feel it's worth posting here just because I posted the first part. In this case, we pick up with Vinyl's preshow snack, having been living in her belly for long enough to have explored the city, which is kept up by some good tech. Still, it is a city inside a mare's stomach, not exactly prime real estate. 35 USD)

The ‘day’ started with the usual thing you’d come to expect of this city. The sound of a beating heart growing faster, the sound of roaring winds, like great bellows, getting deeper, and the world outside your window growing brighter, as you tried your best to ignore it, feeling like the world was just mocking you, as it slowly came to life outside, leaving you behind as it did so.

You couldn’t ignore it forever, of course. Soon, the smooth motion, the gentle, and sometimes not so gentle, lapping of the waves on the shore nearby, and the sound of the buildings at the edges of town moving, told you it was time to force your tired, aching body to movement, and so you rolled out of bed, and then stood up, towering above all your surveyed with a grin.

The apartment around you was...well outside, this would have been luxury incarnate. A door made of wood(REAL WOOD!), with a doorknob inlaid with glass, platinum, silver, and gold, done in a design that implied the four great Ladies who ruled the Heavens. It made it a bitch to turn sometimes, but a self cleaning charm at least meant it never rusted or was more difficult to turn one day to the next.

The place sparkled, as you walked out into it, showing you a space that was at once clean, and lived in. A few shirts clung to a door out of the way, a bit of the ceiling looked cracked, though you’d done your best to stucco over that, and the windows outside literally shined, giving you a view of the city that looked brightly lit, regardless of the fact that not a single building here had ever seen a single ray of sunlight.

It showed the boundaries of the city too. Where the streets turned from stone and concrete to something far more soft, with liquids that were far more caustic than anything that you’d normally find in such. Some of the buildings on the outer reaches had even already succumb to that stuff, one tower in particular leaning far to the side, only held up because it had fallen into a wrinkle along the wall.

That wall, the edge of the world entire, pulsed, both with blood flow, and light. The one around you had apparently drunk something last night that had given her a nice internal glow, one flowing through her veins, giving the whole city the feel of being in a rave, which was...it wasn’t pleasant, but in the end, it was better than the darkness, even if it was annoying that it was still going on this many hours later.

Checking some cupboards, you found some stuff stashed away the night before, a few things you’d meant to make a snack of in the night, but had crashed so hard you hadn’t. It made for a decent enough breakfast, that you scarfed down quickly, before walking to the edge of the room, and grinning, as you placed your hand on your best find in this whole town, smiling at it.

The thing was a board. A surfboard to the untrained eye, but to you, the thing was more than that. After all, as much as the waves here looked gnarly sometimes, they were made of stomach acids, and even with a good spell, someone your scale would be stripped to the bone in a second if you were doused in the stuff, which was the reason this was, in fact, a hoverboard.

The latest model too. Like, it had just come out a few months ago. You had to wonder, idly, what the owner was doing right now. Heck, what anypony who’d been living here was doing...anybody really. You’d found homes for ponies, all three tribes and even some crystal and bats, but also minotaurs, griffons, and even one for hippogriffs, but every one of them was abandoned and empty.

You had no idea why. The reason didn’t seem like panicked flight, or orderly leaving. In fact, you found signs of both, and sometimes in the same building, during your explorations. Sure, in your time here...hard to tell how much, but a few weeks at least, you’d only gotten into a few dozen buildings, but it seems random who had fled fast, and who had simply left slowly.

Normally, you might assume that the city, considering where it was, had never had anyone in it. But...well, feathers, hair, and even some food left on the tables said otherwise. Some people had lived here, made a home here, for a while if the forms you’d found in an office building were anything to go by, but then, all at once, or maybe a little at a time, they’d left, and so, you were here alone.

That did leave you time to explore, though you sometimes wished one of the entertainment units got outside signal. You had recordings and stuff, like some old kids videos, but you really wanted to know what was going on outside...and if anyone had noticed you’d disappeared into the belly of this singer. Had anyone else done the same? It was a big city after all, and you’d barely scratched the number of buildings.

That thought had to grab one of the light sticks from the cupboard beside the hoverboard, shaking it to charge the thing, as you walked towards the window, and then with a wave of your hand, opened it up, being assaulted the moment you did with the sounds of the world around you. Her body, moving and walking around. The thunder of her footsteps, muffled but there, as the city shook outside.

You smiled at that, and with a twist of your ankles, leapt out the open window, spinning in the air as you did so, and getting the hoverboard beneath you hooves. It was a thrill...though it helped that you had the thing set to assist mode, so it did most of the work for you, even angling itself along the side of the building you were sleeping it, so that you seemed to surf down it, landing on the main street.

Here, a few cars sat, most of them ajar, as you’d broken into them, finding no commus, no vids, not even any antique phones. No way to communicate with the outside. Better, they shook a little, showing that the city’s protective units weren’t working at full capacity, making you sigh to yourself, even as you felt the thrill shoot up your spine as you landed right amid the dusty streets, and shot off down them.

Whooping, hollering, and just making noise, you popped the end of the light stick, and swung it, as you tore down the street. Bolts of multicolored lights shot out of that end, like shooting stars, sailing into the air, just bright enough that they lit up the sky beyond even the glowing veins in the walls. Your voice, however, was drowned out by her body, leaving you to go quiet after a block or so, as you rushed down the street.

It took a bit, but you were soon on an ‘unharvested avenue’, the cars, a bit off center from the shaking, but otherwise unbroken into, showing you had work to do still...but first you dove down the rest of the road, which got a bit bumpy, as you felt the air grow heavier, the sound of the stomach and body around you growing louder too, as you exited the field that kept the place stable, and entered her body in its natural glory.

The air was sprinkled with droplets of acids, but you slapped on a mask and filter just as you got to the point where it would matter, slipping through the now rough roads, and making it around obstacles with a seeming expertise that was, in truth, down to the board’s excellent design, as you rocketed up a piece of road that had been raised by a piece of stomach lining rising beneath it.

Sailing up into the sky on your board, you looked down to find the sea of acids just starting to fill the streets below, washes of it bubbling and churning, as you looked towards your destination, a small hut like structure, one that seemed to have been built directly onto her flesh, and the waves that crashed against it found themselves repelled by a sparkling barrier of blue magic, signifying its importance.

Luckily, you’d found this place, one of a half dozen, but this one was the failing one. The reason the city was abandoned, maybe? Probably not. It was easy to fix, as you had discovered, sailing through the barrier, and then landing with a twirl, seemingly spinning the board beneath your hooves, so that it spiraled up, into your arms, just as you ducked through the door, as more acids washed over the shield.

Rushing through the door, you placed the board in the corner, even sticking it to the wall, as the building shook and shuddered. The body outside was moving, sharply, and while the city was protected from it, this structure could not be. That was because it was providing the protection for the rest of it, but it made for unsure footing, as you made your way to a glowing device at the center of the squat building.

The thing was pretty small, all things considered...really small, considering your scale, but still, it was only about the size of a small truck, and you quickly opened it up, to find the same two wires had come loose again, their mounting have corroded at some point, forcing you to lick your fingers, and join them back into place, while grabbing a tool from the door, and fixing the break.

That, luckily, caused the device to hum, and the strobing effect of its glow changed into a more constant blue glow, as the shield on the city went bright enough to block out most of the outside lights, almost allowing you to forget you were inside a stomach, at least, until there was sudden movement, one that caused you to fall, grunting, against one of the walls, before it turned again.

The wall turned floor shook, and then shuddered, like a bomb had gone off, leaving you to force yourself to rise, your body aching, as you made your way to a window, and looked outside, to find the stomach around you moving wildly, the shield on the building, and the foundation built into the stomach lining, being the only reason it hadn’t been shaken off completely, as waves of acids pounded against the shield.

Confused, you opened the door, just to peek outside, only to be blasted backwards, by not only a swinging motion to the world, one that made your stomach do flips, but a blast of sound, a moan that sounded almost painful to your ears, only for you to realize what it was, as the heat outside began to pour into the building, and the sound of the unicorn’s breathing began gasping, while her heart pounded.

Annoyed, you grabbed your board, and held onto it, pressing the button to lock it to the wall, as the world continued to twist, and shout if you considered her your world. The heartbeat growing faster with every pump, the breathing getting shallower, and even the heat of the belly getting denser, as outside, the unicorn was having a bit of morning fun, making you just sigh.

It took, what should really be, only a few minutes, as the walls of her belly quivered, and then pushed outward, as far as they would go, every muscle in her body going taunt, before she suddenly gave out a cry, and released herself, the sound of liquids flowing from somewhere far below you making you remember that it had been some time since you’d had companionship yourself.

Still, what felt like hours later, she was still long enough for you to grab your board, and hightail it for the city, almost falling into it, thanks to the way she was laying, and then giving out a growl as you landed on the street, the shifting of gravity making your stomach flip again, even as you tore down the road, intending on ignoring her for the rest of the morning, unless you had to harvest some food again from what she ate.

A Batpony Shower Scene(Batpony, Anthro, Macro/Micro, Endo)

(Commission for: TheBronyDog, nothing too complex scenewise, just his thing of a giantess mare, and being trapped/living inside her stomach. In this case, a random anthro batpony mare. Fun times. 20 USD)

Her wings felt like they were about to fall off. They weren't, she had worked this much before, but dammit she was not used to this sort of shit anymore. She was and officer now, the enlisted men were supposed to do all the heavy lifting, but today it had been all hands on deck at the barracks thanks to some kind of break out from Tartarus, and she'd wound up patrolling the city...eleven times.

She sighed as she finally came back to her doorstep, the small cloud home, a special privilege of her rank, and quickly went inside, stripping herself of her armor, which clattered even against the soft, fluffy floor, leaving her standing there in her fur, feeling the nice, cool breeze as it swirled around her, and then up into her face, and made her gag.

A coughing fit racked her body as she held out a hand to grab onto her sofa. She smelled, not terribly so...compared to some of her squadmates, but still, she was not coming off like a rose tonight, and so she walked through her home, taking a moment to flick a crystal against a wall, making the place turn gray, as she moved into her bathroom.

Within this space, this most private room of her home, it looked relatively normal...as such things went for earth ponies and unicorns anyway. She had a tiled floor, a large tub, and a toilet, all connected to real pipes which would gather her water up, and she could dump it when she was close to a lake or the ocean or something as her home moved.

Flexing her leathery wings, feeling a few drops of sweat finally emerge from some folds, she went up to the tube, placing her hand against the wall, and feeling the water inside it, the cloud accumulating it. She closed her slitted eyes, and focused, a bit of her magic going through it into the clouds beyond, and then converting the mist into liquid.

She smiled to herself as the water gathered just outside, and she climbed into the tub, about to lay in it, but then staring at the shower head, a thoughtful look upon her face. She then nodded to herself, and moved her fingers along the wall, moving the water that had condensed there up, and just behind the shower head, her ears flattening as she turned it on.

Had she been listening closely, or watching, she might have noticed a tiny form come spilling out of the cloud wall, just above the tub's wall. The form, a tiny unicorn, shimmered with magic as it emerged, having been caught up in the water, his form, you form, having been in her kitchen a moment ago, gathering crumbs of food, and trying to get some water for later.

Then the flow of liquid had suddenly grabbed you, sweeping you up into its cold, swift hold, and shooting you all through the home, watching as the world sped by, until finally, you were held, nearly drowning, in a bubble of water within the clouds, that only released you when it shifted upwards, and you went up just a bit more, coming from the clouds, and landing on the metal shower head with a 'plink.'

The impact leaves you dazed and drifting, just for a moment, long enough for the mare below you to turn the water on full blast, a stream of hot liquids pouring from the shower head, divided into a dozen or more smaller streams, all of them smashing into her body, the spears pressing into her fur, and pushing it inwards, before the skin stops it, and it starts raging down her form.

Recovering, slowly, as the mist of steam fills the air, your lungs heave, breathing it in, adjusting to it, and rousing you from your swoon, to take in the sights around you, and then turn down to see the bat pony mare, her wings folded up around her torso, as she smiles up, eyes tightly shut, simply enjoying the feeling of water on her sore, stiff muscles.

The view...so much different than what you were used too. Looking up at her, from the floor, where she is a titan of flesh and bone. From the counter, where she is like a living ship, sailing through the air. Those were the views you were used to, and yet, they did not do her justice, as she smiled up at you, seemingly smiling right at you, and making your heart skip a beat.

It was while you were staring down at her, looking into her face, that it happened. Her mouth opened wide, and your mind shut down, staring into the cavern of flesh, ringed by fangs, that lay open before you, the shimmering saliva pooling on her tongue, before she leaned in closer, and took the water into her maw, gulping it down greedily.

What she did not realize was that the proximity of her tongue to the shower head would cause the steam to pool around the cold metal...but that was nothing to her. It was something to you, however, as you stared into her maw, and only realized it wasn't getting bigger, you were getting closer, as the steam slicked metal spilled you out into the air, and then right into the streams of water.

You were aghast, unable to think, as the pouring liquids literally carried you into her maw, the tongue, supple and soft, licking at you, tasting you, if only a little, and making her snap her jaws closed, as she swallowed the contents of her mouth in reflex, her fingers going to her throat, pressing into the bulge you made...and then letting out a belch as you fell into her belly.

Within her, you tumbled down her throat, into her chest. The sound of her heartbeat echoed in your ears, the roar of her lungs pressed into your very soul, and then, with a pop, you emerged into her belly, already half full of water, water that exploded upwards, for a moment, knocking you onto a small part of her stomach, not covered in liquids.

Recovering fast, whipping out your phone, you found the light function on it worked...but it only showed the pulse flesh walls, and the surging stomach sea, giving you no way out, as the signal was seemingly blocked by her body, leaving you trapped, as the world began to shudder and sway, as she left the shower behind, and you went with her, lost in the center of the mare.

Rainbow Siren(Rainbow Macro/Micro Vore Implied-Digest&Reformation)

(Commission for: Superfan, requested a scene with a macro Anthro Rainbow Dash eating and digestion(With implied reformation) AJ and Rarity. This was done via the note system here on Fimfiction, just for those curious about what I meant via other methods. 20 USD)

Rainbow looked at the thing in her hooves. It looked...positively non-descript. Like any other gem you might buy off the town market, but it was supposed to do what she wanted, and that left her licking her lips, as she considered what she was planning to do today, getting back at a couple of her friends for some of their pranks over the last few days.

That wasn't to say she was angry or anything, after all, she was Rainbow Dash, she didn't get angry. She was Loyalty Ponified. But finding her favorite cloud sewn into the stream by some crystal threads, well, it was the sort of thing grudges were made with, especially when she recognized some foot prints belonging to a certain white unicorn and orange earthpony.

So she bided her time, acting like she didn't know who'd done her dirty like that, and then, a whole two weeks later, she was ready to strike when they least expected it. So she did what the weird fish pony lady had said too, grinding the stone between her palms, and then inhaling it through her mouth, causing her to cough and choke.

It felt like her insides were on fire, and for just a moment, Dash considered that mayb,e just maybe, this wasn't her greatest idea ever. She didn't spend long on that consideration, of course, as the fire in her body started to spread outwards, going from her lungs, into her belly, heart, and finally down to her hooves.

The moment the heat from the gem had made its way to every bit of her, she felt it. The subtle nudge upwards, of something pushing against her skin, and in seconds, she saw herself rising, the trees of the orchard around her steadily growing smaller around her, as she let the magic of the gem infuse her with its powers, causing her mane to glow in the afternoon sun.

Falling to her knees, her fingers digging deep trenches into the dirt, Rainbow Dash felt the power of the gem flowing through her now, and as she reached a height that allowed her to stand above those trees that had seemed like towers a moment ago, she opened her lips, and then began to let out a tune that seemed to be written on her soul.

The song had no words to it...at least not ones she knew, but instead, she allowed her voice to be the instrument alone, echoing and reverberating through the orchard, the trees actually seeming to bend towards her as she continued the melody, her lungs starting to go back to normal finally, as she stooped down, just low enough that she was invisible behind the branches.

It didn't take long at all for her quarry to come to her. She was still only on the second movement of what she knew, instinctively, to be a much longer song, when they walked up, their bodies already bare of the clothes they had shed on the way, leaving them naked against the afternoon breeze, which rippled through their fur and manes.

Rainbow smirked at them, feeling the tune change tempo, as she thought of a thing she wanted to try, and her voice became a whistle instead of hums, and she was rewarded with a change in how they walked, Applejack, her body moving with all the power her muscles had behind them, stomping her bare feet on the ground, seemingly heedless of dirt and root she stepped on.

Rarity, meanwhile, waltzed alone, her arms extended as if she had an invisible partner doing the steps with her, as she made her way gracefully over the ground, seemingly floating, as she moved ever closer to Dash, who felt her body shiver, as instincts she wasn't sure she should listen to, but also couldn't resist, took the wheel, and so she leaned down.

She was still whistling as she settled her chin down on the ground, shocked at just how small the pair looked now, but smiling to herself, as she opened her mouth wide, turning the whistle back into a hum, even as she lolled out her tongue, holding it just above the ground, so she wasn't eating dirt or anything, as the two of them came right towards her.

She almost lost the melody when AJ's foot touched her long, slimy member, the tongue dimpling under her foot, and a small pool of saliva gathering around it, spreading the flavor of her body over Rainbow Dash's whole brain, as her eyes rolled back into her head, and she let out a moan that almost snapped the two from their trance.

As fast as a bolt of lightning, she resumed the song, and allowed the vibrations of it to rattle in her mouth now, drawing the pair of them inside, their flesh tasting better than...better than...a peanut butter and zap apple jam sandwich. There, she admitted it, if only to herself, as she let them both step onto her tongue, over her teeth, and past her gums, before they were fully inside her mouth.

This was the tricky part, of course. She couldn't move the tongue as they stood on it, and she felt their dances become less sure, as the hypnosis of the melody faded, but she had a plan for that, quickly rising up, and then tossing her head back, loving how the two continued to move, as her placed her hand against her neck, and followed them down into her body.

She was quickly back into her whistle, as she leaned back against a tree...then shifting over to another when she put too much weight on it and it snapped. She had her hand on her belly the whole time, and felt the tickle inside her, as the two continued to dance, continued to move to her song, and she smiled at them, even as her eyes started to drift closed.

It felt like minutes, but it was probably hours later, when she woke up, and she felt...whole, in a way she never had before. Rainbow, rising to her feet again, stretched, and then looked up to find the sky covered in stars...better, she was back to her normal size, a fact that worried her, at first, before she spotted three stones on the ground. The one she'd used for this 'prank' and some to bring back her friends, just like she'd been promised. Chuckling, she reached down and snatched them up, letting out a belch as she rose to her feet, before patting her belly, and then flying off so Twilight could bring the two back...maybe for a repeat performance.