Vore-niciation

Sol Lefleur sits on top of a shelf in Luna’s room, he had been shrunken down to the size of a flea and teleported to her room. He ponders in his thoughts, thinking about his task. Something doesn’t sit well with him. He watches Luna sleep from afar, tucked in her blanket she unconsciously turns in her bed and starts snoring.

Sol Lefleur smiles as Luna gets some much needed rest. He peers out the window and sees that Celestia had started lowering the sun, he wonders where Lunar might be, thinking that he should have at least run into him since they were assigned here.

A grim thought came into his mind as he let out a gasp and a chill ran down his spine. “What if he got eaten?” He thought out loud to himself as Luna stirs.

Celestia comes in to check on her sister, talking to herself Sol overheard her talking to herself. “You’re so cute when you sleep, dear sister. I wish I didn't have to wake you. But I have to.” Celestia said as she gently nudged her sister.

Sol couldn't help but feel moved by Celestia’s sentiment. His admiration was soon replaced by concern and worry when he overheard her speaking again.

“I wonder if Shining Armor will haze this new batch of guards like he has done the others.” the princess says, unaware of prying ears.

Overcome with anger and concern, Sol decided then and there to tell Luna about the hazing when she awakes.

“Come on dear sister, I will help you line the halls with lavender before I retire to bed” Celestia said, causing Luna to finally wake and get out of bed. As she does her rear is fully shown to Sol, causing him to blush bright red.

“Thank you dear sister,” Luna says as she pulls a cart out of her closet, filled with fresh lavender. As they leave, Sol takes off after them, tailing them from behind.

Sol flies overhead, watching as they converse about recent events, not one mention of the hazing leaving him convinced that Luna is unaware of it.

“I left you a plate of fresh pancakes in the kitchen, you should eat up before your duties.” Celestia said as she finished hanging the lavender.

“Thank you dear sister, I appreciate it, and thank you for the help hanging the lavender.” Luna replied as Celestia hugged her before going to bed.

Hoping to report the hazing, Sol flies to the kitchen and lands on Luna’s pancakes. The edible perch is hot, but not too hot to cause scalding. Sol stands there and waits for Luna.

When she arrives, Sol takes a deep breath. “LUNA! LUNA!” Sol yells at the top of his lungs, but unfortunately he is met with a pat of butter landing on top of him, pinning him to the flapjack. As he wiggles and tries to escape, Luna pours a generous amount of maple syrup on the fluffy discs. Sol finds his movements halted as he sticks to the food.

Unable to move he yells out Luna’s name repeatedly as he watches her take the first bite, filled with fear and an odd arousal, he is helpless to watch as the fork finally grabs the piece he is on and he is brought to Luna’s gaping maw.

Sol is brought in to the princess of the night’s maw, the saliva lubing him up and helps him free himself as she starts chewing, just in time to dodge the crashing down molars. Trying to balance himself on her tongue the flea sized pegasus tries to crawl out, but a quick swallow sends him down into the pulsating throat of princess Luna.

As he is deposited into her stomach, he looks up but is too late to try and fly back up. He sits there in her stomach waiting for the inevitable until he sees something odd. A fort in the distance and in front of the gates, his comrades wait for the gate to open. He goes to join the and sees a note on the door, as he reads the contents, he gets angrier, but his comrades sees a small hint of erection and enjoyment.