> The Autumn Harvest Festival > by Ink Ribbon - Vraddock > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- > Chapter 1 > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- The crowd was bigger this year. Honestly, that always surprised him. You’d think that due to the nature of the festival, there’d be less ponies every year, or at least about the same. But it always seemed to get bigger and bigger, which suited everyone in attendance juuust fine. Maybe they came from other cities, after they heard about it, and wanted to join in as well… “What’s on your mind, Spike?” He shook himself, craning his neck back to look at the mare standing beside him. Twilight was Twilight as usual, taking notes even now, a cute pair of spectacles sitting at the end of her nose, and gentle crow’s feet at the corners of her eyes. Her purple fur shone slightly in the morning sunlight, while her messy bedmane fluttered just ever-so-slightly in a breeze of wind. Her eyes were bright, though, and his own flicked towards the wrap around the base of her tail that kept her marebits and ponut on full display for everypony around her. It was kind of funny just how much he towered over her, now. Spike must have been at least four times her size, now that he was really thinking about how much he was looking down. His own purple scales shined brightly, thanks to his strict diet of gems, and his sleek body was at least six metres long. He barely fit in the library doorway, they’d have to address that tomorrow… Twilight was still smiling at him, expecting an answer, though. “Oh, just thinking about how there’s always more ponies every year.” Her eyes lit up and she started scribbling on her papers. “That’s a very good question! I wonder if I should prepare a census, or have Mayor Mare or maybe one of the Apples do it, since they’re the ones setting the whole thing up and running it… I’ll bet they’re coming from Baltimare or Neighthesda, you wouldn’t catch a Canterlot noble dead in this crowd…” She would’ve continued muttering to herself and scanning a map she’d apparently been keeping in her saddlebags, but the tap-tapping of a mic check pulled her out of it. They both turned toward the stage at the front of the crowd, where Mayor Mare had moved to shuffle her cue cards at the podium, with a smaller blue dragon resting lazily behind her, who was only a little bit larger than Spike himself. Spike chuckled as he saw long trails of mare juice tracing their way down the inside of Mayor Mare’s thighs, and the way the dragon looked smug, but satisfied, splayed out behind her and licking his scaly lips. They probably would have kept going at it, but the crowd had gotten too big to ignore. “W-Welcome-” Her voice cracked, and Spike snickered as her hinds trembled. She didn’t let that stop her, though, and just turned away from the microphone, coughing, and leaping right back into it. “Welcome, everypony, to the 342nd Autumn Harvest Festival! Now, as most of you know, this has been a very long tradition of ours, used to celebrate a good harvest, and to begin fertilizing the crops for the next one!” “Let’s all give a hearty round of applause to all the Dragon’s migrating south today, and of course, our very own resident Dragon, Spike! After all, you could be in their bellies in an hour and fertilizer an hour after that!” There was a few moments of applause as well as laughter, as ponies stomped the dirt beneath them. Spike just smiled and waved to the few ponies that turned to look at him. “And remember, for today, there’s just one rule!” She shivered in delight. “Everypony is fair game!” There were a few nods among the audience as ponies acknowledged this, before Mayor mare got everypony’s attention again by setting down her cue cards on the podium. “And, ah… Since my term is going to be up soon anyway, and I’m hardly a spring chicken… I’ll be demonstrating that now, with the assistance of Yarsul here…” There was a lot more applause this time as she turned back to the blue Dragon behind her, taking the wireless microphone with as she laid down on her rump. She stretched out her hinds towards the tip of his snout, and giggled into the mic, “You know, I almost want to have you fuck me again before we do this, but I won’t have enough energy to really put on a good show then…” Yarsul just let out a snort, accompanied by a hiss of steam through his nostrils and across Mayor Mare’s body, before he opened his mouth. Facing the crowd as he was, everypony got a good view of his purplish maw, and incredibly long, forked tongue, as it wrapped itself around one of her legs. She gulped as it just barely swept back across her nub, and he started pulling her into his mouth with excruciating slowness. “Ahhh…” She moaned into the microphone, her pleasured groans becoming amplified as it played for the crowd right in front of them. Spike took his eyes off them for a moment to glance around, and… Yup, just about all the mares were very wet, and several stallions were already, slowly, stroking themselves. Mayor mare let out a cute ‘yip’ as she was slowly sucked into the maw, her curvaceous thighs bouncing upwards and landing on Yarsul’s tongue, which unwrapped itself just enough to start exploring her crotch. Not for the first time today, Spike guessed. She was barely holding onto the microphone now, and her other hoof was clamped onto the Dragon’s snout, never ever wanting to let go. As soon as he got both her legs in and sitting on his tongue, Yarsul bunched his tongue up against her cunt again, bracing her. Then he tilted his head back, and the whole crowd heard her incredibly-pleasured gasp as her world tilted back upright, and she found herself looking right down his throat. “Oh, goodness, oh Celestia, I’m gonna go down that throat…” She whimpered into the microphone, grinding her crotch back and forth across Yarsul’s swirling tongue. She let go of his snout and her hoof joined the tongue, rubbing herself as he plunged deep, exploring every nook and cranny inside her pussy while her pants were broadcast to the crowd. After a moment, she pulled the mic close and held it to her chest. She was as flush as she could be, now. All Yarsul had to do was yank his tongue away like the trapdoor of a gallows, and Mayor Mare—no, his breakfast, she wasn’t the mayor any longer, hay she wasn’t even really a pony any more, just his food—would drop right down his gullet, easily sliding all the way down to his belly, never to be seen again until he shit her out later. And yet, he wasn’t doing it yet, he was simply holding her up like she was sitting on a particularly fleshy pedestal, tonguing her to orgasm with excruciating slowness. And it was clearly driving her nuts. She was panting into the microphone now, whispering how much she wanted it. “Oh, Celestia… Please, Yarsul, do it, I wanna be your meat… I wanna fall asleep in your wonderful gut, come on, quit teasing me… Make me into fertilizer already…” But the Dragon just chuckled, as he slowly closed his lips, leaving only his breakfast’s head poking out of the end of his mouth. He could have bitten down and finished her right there with an errant twitch, but he was so utterly in control as they danced the knife’s blade between food and not food, swallowed and not yet swallowed, Mayor Mare and breakfast. Teasingly, he opened his lips just enough to let her drop fully into his mouth, and she gasped as she thought the end was near, only to be pulled away. He bunched up his tongue again, and opened his mouth wide for everypony to see as he slowly started letting her hinds slide into his throat. Her pants started getting shorter and more high-pitched as she got closer and closer to orgasm, and spoke into the mic once more. “I’m calling it now, I’m deep enough into his throat… Even if he let me out, I’m just his food, if not today, than later, any time he’d want me…” She gasped, and her eyes rolled back. “Good… Goodbye everypony! And especially the next pony to take my office!” She started keening as her hips shook, and everypony could see a thin spray as she started to cum across Yarsul’s tongue… Then there was a loud ‘gulp’ through the microphone, and the meal that had previously been Mayor Mare dropped out of sight, sliding instantly into the Dragon’s gullet, but everypony could hear her wail her way through her orgasm into the microphone. It never seemed to end, as everypony watched the writhing bulge in the Dragon’s throat slide ever downwards, slipping deeper and deeper until finally rolling through from the throat to his belly below. She landed with a splash and a bounce, the flesh of his stomach rocking forward and back as she continued clopping all the way through what must have been a truly mindblowing orgasm, judging from the keening wail that was only now ending. It trailed off into arrhythmic panting as Yarsul’s mouth snapped shut, and he gave the crowd the biggest, most shit-eating smug grin that he possibly could express, before he started moving back to his previous spot on the stage, claws clicking across the wood platform as his breakfast’s panting echoed across the already-fucking crowd. She—or maybe it, now, since food’s gender didn’t really matter—was having the absolute time of her life inside Yarsul’s gut. “Ah, ah, ahhhh, yes… It’s so warm and wet and tight… Thank you, Yarsul, thank you for sending me out with a bang…” She was almost about to keep talking, but she was suddenly cut off by a loud gurgle that ponies could already hear, and that the microphone inside his belly only amplified. The Dragon curled up against the back wall of the stage, and ended up facing his belly. When he spoke, ponies weren’t sure whether his voice was coming through the microphone or he was just loud enough that they could all hear him perfectly. “Meat doesn’t talk, breakfast.” They could see the shaking bulge the meat made on the outline of Yarsul’s gut, as it spoke again. “Right, -ah!- Right… I’ll just settle in and clop off a little bit more, before I go…” All they heard after that was the amplified growls of the Dragon’s gut as it worked over what used to be a pony. The crowd began to disperse, and Twilight turned back to Spike with a blush. “Uh… Well then! Guess we should, uh...” Spike just chuckled. “You wanna go take a look around the fair, Twi?’ She nodded, the embarrassed Alicorn ducking in close to Spike and hugging herself to his underside as a lighter blue dragon than Yarsul stepped past, mares practically leaping in his mouth. They agreed to have a look around the food stands first, to pony-watch and get a first-hoof look at, well… Everything. The food court was, in theory, more for the pony’s benefit than the dragon’s. After all, they could grab a meal from anywhere in the festival. But here was the prime place for their scaly visitors to pick up stuffed meals, and ponies that would pre-spice themselves if they asked. Even as they entered, on their immediate left, a greased-up stallion was rolling himself around a sandbox filled with reddish-orange powder. They walked past just as he got up, shook the loose stuff off, and crawled into a waiting dragon’s mouth, grinding his crotch against the predator’s tongue. All of a sudden, the speakers around the fair let out an electronic squeal, and then a equine one as Mayor Mare started to “accidentally” broadcast her digestion to the entire fair. “Yes! Yes! Oh, i can feel my hooves getting all soft and it’s getting so nice and tight, yesssss… Ah! Ah, ah, ah, ahhhh!” Then there was a splash, and the microphone sounded like it was underwater, as Mayor Mare was overwhelmed by the acids and started breathing them in. They started breaking her down from outside and inside as she had what sounded like an utterly fantastic orgasm, and then went silent with a final-sounding ‘crunch.’ Spike’s attention was suddenly grabbed by Twilight, who tapped at his foreleg. “Spike! Look over there, Cheerilee’s brought her class for today! And she’s even got some of her older students helping her out!” Spike did a little double-take as he actually saw Cheerilee. The schoolteacher was lying on a haystack in front of her class as Pipsqueak fucked her, spreading her legs wide open so the kids could see him slipping in and out. On another nearby haystack, Scootaloo, Sweetie belle, and Apple Bloom were sitting next to Zipporwhill, who was also being rutted into a squirming puddle by Rumble. Twilight was casual as always, though. “Morning Cheerilee! Doing sex ed today?” “Mm-hm!” The teacher nodded. “Taking -huff- Spike out to get his -ah!- first meal?” “Nah, he’s still just a little bit too young.” Twilight said, with a knowing glance to her Assistant. “Aww… That’s a shame,” Sweetie Belle muttered, shaking her head. “Heck yeah it is.” Grumbled Scootaloo. “How about a good rutting? And then we’ll check and see if you’re hungry after?” Spike blushed a bright red as he felt his cock slide out from his scales, and he raised his hind leg to try and hide it sheepishly. Scootaloo looked like she was about to duck under him and suck him off anyway, but Apple Bloom wrapped a hoof around her before she leaped off the hay bale. “Now now, Scoots, I’m sure Spikey’ll be ready to churn us into dragon shit soon enough.” Sweetie Belle nodded, smiling warmly at him again. “I hope so! Rarity told me that eating ponies makes Dragon’s scales shiny, and you’ll look so handsome with a nice sheen to you…” “Alright. But it better be soon.” Grumbled Scootaloo. Apple Bloom just smirked towards Spike. “Ooh, I’m sure it ain’t gonna be much longer. And then we’ll be his Breakfast…” “Lunch!” Giggled Scootaloo. “And Dinner.” Finished Sweetie Belle, running a hoof along her flank, showing off her meat like a juicy steak. Spike’s legs were like jelly. He almost wanted to dig in right there, but quickly decided against it. Not yet. A moment later, everypony’s attention was snatched away by Cheerilee again, who wrapped her hinds around Pipsqueak and held him close as she moaned, “Fuuuuck, yes, Pip! Fill me up, make me pregnant again! Breed me!” The Trottingham Teen ground his hips against hers, and started nipping at her neck as they both came, leaving little tiny love bites around her throat. None drew blood, but each made Cheerilee moan just a little bit deeper. Their hips smacked together again, and Cheerilee sprayed marecum all over hips, soaking through their fur and into the bale of hay under them. Flopping backwards, Cheerilee panted happily and let her legs drop from around Pip’s legs. Freed, he pulled away and out, a long strand of cum connecting their crotches as he relaxed. “Well? Come on up, take a closer look. We don’t mind.” A small crowd of tiny foals and fillies, young Gryphons, a couple teenage changelings, and even a few tiny Dragons crowded around them to poke and look closely. Spike and Twilight approached too, giving Cheerilee pats on the shoulders, and Twilight levitating over a glass of water for them both. The teacher took a sip, before looking back down her sweaty body to her still-dripping cunt. Motioning with a shaky hoof, she smiled. “Now, kids, as you can see, Pip did a very good job of finishing inside. Now, while this is usually enough to become pregnant, doing it again, and again, and again…” her eyes glazed over for a second, before snapping back to reality. “..uh, sorry… can only help guarantee pregnancy.” A few curious students had also taken an interest in Pip’s slowly-softening cock, though it wouldn’t be soft for too much longer. A foal had started running his hooves down it’s length, while one of the Changelings went right to the head and started sucking the leftover cum off. “Cor, yer not ‘alf bad at that… Keep it up, eh?” About a minute later, a cheery voice rang out from behind Spike. “Morning Miz Cheerilee!” Spike tried to turn to face the voice, but they were already walking around him, so all he did was spin around in a circle as the young teenage mare walked up the sweaty and creampied Cheerilee, and gave her a big hug. The teacher let go afterwards, and turned her to face the crowd, showing off the cream-coloured pegasus. “Class, this Zipporwhill! She’s another one of my students from a few years ago, and she has a very special surprise for you all today!” Zipporwhill giggled, and winked at the class. “That’s right! I’m here to teach you all how to be eaten, and how to eat! Now, who’s my lucky, lucky predator?” her eyes caught Spike again, and she made a ‘squee’ noise. “Oooh! Is it gonna be that sexy hunk of Dragon over there?” Spike’s mouth failed him as he stammered out a brief, “I- uh… well, I’d like to, and- and you’re pretty tasty looking-” Trotting close enough that Spike could smell her vanilla shampoo (which, come to think of it, could have been actual vanilla) she rubbed her hind legs together and flicked her tail upwards, giving the entire class a perfect view of her behind and especially her crotch, dripping with arousal. “I’d love to slide down your throat and add myself to your nice, purple scales…” “Not him, Zipporwhill,” Cheerilee said with a chuckle. “He’s coming over here now, little bit shorter than Spike, but pink scales.” “Awww…” Whined Zipporwhill, but she perked up as soon as she saw the other Dragon. What he didn’t have in height, he made up for in muscles, and they rippled under his scales as he walked, like a tiger stalking its prey, over to the group of excited schoolchildren. “Morning.” He spoke with a thunderous growl under his voice, but smiled at all of them. “My name’s Grauss, I was told I was gonna be helping a Miss Cheerilee?” “That’s me…” Cheerilee said, her voice husky, as she limpy raised her hoof. Grauss smiled as he loped closer, looking her over. “My, got yourself all excited at the thought, huh?” leaning in close, he fake-whispered, “You wanna go down head-first or hooves-first?” Moaning and clopping slowly, Cheerilee fought herself to answer, but managed to say, “Not… Not yet, sadly. Actually, one of my old students has volunteered over there.. Her name’s Zip-” “My name doesn’t matter,” crooned the previous student, as she trotted around him, rubbing against his scales and tail wrapping around his legs. “Unless you wanna call me ‘meat,’ Mr. Grauss…” Nodding, Grauss replied, “I think I’ll do that then, you sexy piece of flankmeat… How do you wanna become dragon scat?” A tremor ran through Zippy as she replied, “With a big belly full full of Dragon spunk…” “I can make that happen.” Grauss stated, and Zipporwhill ducked under him, where everypony could see his own cock extended out from under his scales. A big drop of pre was already dripping off the end, but it hadn’t even fallen before Zippy sucked it into her mouth, and started bobbing back and forth along his shaft. As she started making slurping noises, Cheerilee resumed her lesson. “Now, kids, you remember what I said about foreplay? Me and Pip went through a bit of it, but this a very fun version that can also do just fine on it’s own. Just put their cock into your mouth and bob back and forth along the head, or try and push it as deep as you can. Every pony’s different, but there isn’t a single one alive that doesn’t like a mouth on their penis, or vagina for that matter.” It was too much already for a couple of the students, who had begun playing with themselves, experimenting with other fillies and foals, and a particularly adventurous one started playing with Cheerilee’s pussy, which she relished in. It did not take long for Zipporwhill to get Grauss excited, and a load of cum wasn’t far behind. As soon as the athletic Dragon started panting like he’d just flown all the way here from their homeland, she pushed herself up against his belly, cock sliding deep into her throat like she was about to slide down his. With a groan, he slapped a paw against the back of her head and held her there, with all of his strength. Her legs twitched as she gulped, then started coughing and gagging, unable to get any air with a cock down her throat, but still guzzling the Dragon’s load. She looked almost like she was about to pass out when he finally let go, and Zipporwhill slid back down off his shaft limply, like a puppet whose strings had been cut, gurgling and coughing and still swallowing the load that had been fired into her mouth at the last second. She lay on the ground, still panting, and with a belly bloated as if she was eleven months pregnant, just like she’d wanted. Cheerilee let out a giggle, then a gasp as a small squirt of Pip’s cum shot out and onto her curious student’s face. “Ah! Very good, Key Stone. Keep that up.” Turning back to Zipporwhill, she smiled. “You were a great student, Zippy, but now you’re just a piece of dragon food. Anything you wanna say to your adoring fans?” Lazily, the full and filling mare looked over to the crowd of clopping schoolkids, and happily moaned out, “Make sure you enjoy it too, and I hope whatever my fertilizer is used for tastes delicious!” Grauss picked her up with a single paw and pulled her to her shaky hooves. Cum was splattered all across her front, soaking into her fur, and dribbling down her legs onto the dirt below. “I couldn’t have asked for a better sauce to be served in...” “Face-first or flank-first, meat?” “Face-first! Let’s give ‘em a show!” She stood on her hinds and started clopping with her fores as Grauss opened his cavernous maw just above her. Strands of gooey saliva dripped down and splattered onto her muzzle as he descended, enveloping her moaning head in his mouth. Her hooves sped up as he kept pushing himself down around her, swallowing her up to her barrel, before pausing. Then he pulled her up into the air with the strength of his neck, and her hinds kicked wildly as she clopped, suspended in the air. Spike could swear he heard a scream of pleasure from inside as her hinds froze, twitching, and a clear shower of marecum sprayed across the crowd like musky rain. Grauss kept his head upwards as he started swallowing, and Zipporwhill’s legs disappeared, though she’d started clopping again before slipping into that scaley throat. She made a bulge as she slipped downwards slowly, and was about halfway down when he put a paw to his own throat, stopping her descent and grinning. Alternating between swallowing and sliding her back up, he kept toying with her, both of them enjoying the swallow, before he finally let the paw drop. Now freed, Zipporwhill slid down his throat like he’d swallowed a stone, and they all definitely heard the splash as she landed inside his stomach. There was some clapping and stomping of hooves as Zipporwhill truly and forever became Dragon food. As soon as that had subsided, though, Cheerilee coughed, clearing her throat. “Well… Now that you’ve all gotten a good look at a pony being swallowed… Who’d like to experience it first-hand? And remember, you won’t be coming back—if you go down his throat, you’re only coming back out as Dragon Scat.” Just about every single pony in her class raised their hooves. As did Pip. Giggling, she slapped at the teenage stallion beside her. “Heh, you snarky bugger! I meant my class and you know it.” He shrugged. “Ahhh, can’t fault a mate for tryin’, right? I’m sure I can find me a sexy, hungry Dragon anyways.” Looking back at her class, she smiled at all of them. “I’m so happy you’re all so eager, but I can’t very well feed my entire class to a Dragon, now can I?” She let out a giggle. “Well, at least not since last year. Boy, was Mayor Mare annoyed at me…” Putting a hoof to her chin, she smirked. “Okay! I’m thinking of a number between one and one hundred! Whoever guesses closest gets to join the meat previously known as Zipporwhill in there.” There was a short chorus of random numbers, and Cheerilee spun, pointing at the filly that had been exploring the inner lips of her pussy. “Cherry Spring! You got it exactly right, with seventy-five!” The filly let out a squeak and shrunk down, before Cheerilee wrapped her up in a hug, both of them now spattered with cum and sweat. “You’re a good student, Cherry. You’ve earned this, don’t be worried.” Letting out a nod,s he cautiously broke away from the teacher, and shyly walked past the rest of the class, who were whooping and hollering their congratulations. Craning her neck almost straight up at Grauss, she let out a quiet “Umm…” “You’re doing fine, little one.” He lowered himself so his belly pressed against the ground, still shaking and squishing with the mare clopping inside. “I’ll just open my mouth, and you can climb inside.” “Okay.” She said quietly, with a nod and a hint of a smile. That maw stretched wide again, looking almost snake-like as it spread open, and Grauss’ tongue lolled out in front of her like a red carpet. Body shaking with trepidation, Cherry Spring placed a hoof on his tongue, then another, pulling herself onto his tongue. As soon as she was completely inside his mouth, she turned around, and looked at the rest of the class, giving them all a wave. Then she lowered herself to her own belly, and started crawling into the Dragon’s throat. Slowly, Grauss shut his mouth, and swallowed. There was a faint squeak as the filly tumbled down into his gut, joining his previous meal. Patting his belly, Grauss smiled at the rest of the class. “Now, who wants to listen to their classmates digest?” Everyone cheered, Gryphons and Ponies and Changelings alike, and Grauss flopped over on the ground in front of them, belly facing towards them. His own head wrapped around and pressed against it as well, listening. Spike decided to join them, pressing his ear against the belly. At first, all he could hear was the rumble of the stomach and a bunch of squeaking, but a moment later Spike realized he was listening to Cherry squeaking in pleasure, and a low moaning behind it. Inside the Dragon’s belly, Zipporwhill had started licking and playing with the tiny filly’s pussy, giving her the best and last orgasm of her life, while she squealed. And the sloshing was getting louder as the dragon’s gut filled up with stomach acid. All around them the bubbling and groaning got louder as they had their last bout of fun, and the entire class listened. After a couple seconds, Zipporwhill spoke. “Hey, you all listening still?” “Yup.” Replied Spike. “Heh! Well, I think Cherry here has something to say to you all!” “Thank you Mr. Grauss! And thank you Miz Cheerilee!” Sliding her hoof down the dragon’s belly scales, Cheerilee started teaching like nothing had happened. “Now, once the food is in the predator’s belly, they’re usually softened up by the digestive enzymes inside. Right now, bits of fur and flesh is being worked off the skin of our volunteers, while the stomach slowly starts to close in on them and compress them into big lumps of meat and flesh.” “His stomach will start pulling the nutrients from their bodies, or at least most of them, then it’ll squeeze what’s left, mostly meaty paste, into his intestines to start leeching the water and other nutrients out of them. Sometimes, bones survive this, skulls especially since pony skulls are tough things.” She was interrupted by a creak, and then a series of snaps and crunches from inside the belly, as well as yelping from Zipporwhill that was both pained and orgasmic. “But most of the bigger ones just break and get broken down into calcium. It also helps pulp the rest of the meat and soften it up. This can also happen a bit early, which luckily it seems both of our volunteers are enjoying!” There was a groan from inside, and Zipporwhill mumbling, “Don’t think that’s meant to bend that way…” Cheerilee giggled, then lightly thumped on the scales of the belly. “Girls, can you hear me in there? I think your former classmates would like to know exactly what’s happening!” Cherry’s squeaky voice answered a moment later. “Uhh, miss Zippy laid down -ah!-  in the acids, and they started fizzing, then had me sit on top -ah!- of her muzzle, she’s doing -ah!- a bunch of really nice-feeling stuff with her tongue…” “The air’s kind of hard to breathe in here, but I’m still- ah! Miss Zippy, right there! That’s really good, please don’t stop…!” She trailed off into a keening whine as the belly began to shake from side to side, both of the digesting ponies inside making their last bang (and Cherry’s first) an especially good one. Right as Cherry’s squealing seemed to hit max volume, there was an audible ‘crunch’ from inside, and she started winding down. Cheerilee waited a moment before giving the belly another thump. “Cherry? You all finished in there?” Grauss rumbled in satisfaction, before his long neck extended upwards and he laid his long neck atop his belly. “Prey don’t usually last this long, heh. These ones were lucky.” Meekly, the filly spoke up. “Uhhh… No, but I think Miss Zippy is… She hit a really good spot, and I started bouncing on her head… and she was getting kinda soft...” Cheerilee broke out into giggles. “Oh my! Well, I’m sure you helped her digest especially well then, Cherry. What’s left?” The filly started panting again as she responded. Apparently she was still in a clopping mood, and the class appreciated it. “Um. I’m sorta… lying in a puddle of gooey pink stuff? I think I kinda… made her head go squish. The rest of her kept twitching, but now she’s still, and the belly’s getting really tight around us both…” Cheerilee nodded. “Well, it sounds like your experiences in the belly are coming to an end, Cherry, but you’re going to keep going. Once it all squishes you like you did to Zipporwhill, it’s going to keep shifting and grinding you into paste, and then all of that will start filtering into Grauss’ intestines. All the water will be sucked out, and you’re going to turn a dark shade of brown-” Cheerilee was cut off as Cherry began squealing again in pleasure, then Grauss’ stomach let out a gurgle. The filly was cut off suddenly and instantly with an echoing ‘squelch’, and Cheerilee bit her lip as she heard the noise, hoofing herself faster. Grauss let out a loud belch, and chuckled before laying his head down again for a nap. “There they go. They’ve stopped moving, feel free to finish your lesson.” Sliding further along the belly, she continued. “Not much will be left by the time their remains enter the large intestine, where it’ll usually stay for a few hours, being compressed even further into a solid brown log and being pushed to the rectum.” Slowly clopping again, she rubbed her cheek against the dragon’s gut. “And eventually, they’ll be pushed out as a compact little brown turd of everything Grauss’ body didn’t take. Zipporwhill and Cherry Spring, and all their memories, feelings, thoughts, even their own flesh, reduced to a stinking brown bowel movement and maybe some gas.” Sitting down next to the Dragon’s slowly-hardening shaft, she smiled at the rest of the fillies and foals. “And that’s what happens to all prey, like you and me, eventually. Class dismissed!” Almost immediately, the class started wandering away, and Spike watched them disappear into the crowds. “Uh… You know they’re just gonna go look for another Dragon so they can get eaten too, right?” Cheerilee nodded. “Oh, yeah, I know. Buuuuut, I released them from class, so whatever they want to do is up to them now.” She patted her belly. “Besides, I know I’m certainly gonna be adding to next year’s class. There’s never any shortage of new foals in Equestria!” Twilight nodded. “Well, it was a good lesson at least! Scientifically accurate and practically useful, the mark of a good teacher. You have a good festival, okay Cheerilee?” “Sure thing!” She said nodding. “And don’t get gobbled until you’re good and ready, Twilight!” Waving goodbye to Pip and the CMC, they started walking around the fair again, looking at the full-bellied dragons and gryphons all round them. “Well!” Twilight said, pulling Spike into a hug. “Where to next?” Spike paused for a moment looking around, before he shrugged. “Carnival games are a pretty big part, right? Let’s go check around, see what there is.” Twilight nodded, and the pair started walking to another part of the fair, where they could hear happy screaming, electronic dinging of carnival games, and occasionally some bells ringing. After a couple minutes, they turned the corner around a tent, and came face-to-face with a small crowd in front of a large tent. There were two dragons laying down on the dirt floor, jaws opened upwards while two ponies sat on boards, hanging above them perilously. Large red-and-white targets were attached mechanically nearby, and Spike instantly recognized the sight, not just of the obviously-modified dunk tank, but the two ponies who had volunteered to be the dunkees. “Ooooh, that’s the Spa Ponies!” Twilight nodded. “Right, I recognize them from going with Rarity. Aloe and Lotus, right?” “Yup! Not sure which is which, though.” They both walked closer, and watched as two ponies were tossing heavy rubber balls up and down, getting a good feel for the weight. Thunderlane seemed to be the one taking aim at the blue one, who was giving the entire crowd a sultry look and a wink. “Come on, Meester Thunderlane! Three ponies have already missed the target, but you can do eet! Drop me into zis dripping maw!” She stretched out on the board, balancing herself so her head and legs were hanging off both sides, just barely keeping herself from falling into the mouth by herself. Thunderlane was sweating, and his tongue was sticking out of the side of his mouth in concentration, but he nodded. Cocking back his hoof, he extended his wings for balance, and threw the rubber ball with all of his might. Unfortunately, right then was when another pony in the crowd loudly asked, “Which one is which?” The pink opened her mouth to answer. “Hehe! I am Aloe, and zat-” There was rubber-and-metal ‘ping!’ as the ball smacked into the edge of the target with just enough force to set it off, and the blue spa pony, apparently Lotus, yelped as she was dropped with a clank, and she flopped unceremoniously into the mouth, or at least most of her did. Her head ended up just outside the mouth as she giggled, shifting her butt inside the open maw of the dragon. He was showing massive amounts of self control as she happily giggled, “Eeet does not matter now, my dear seester! I am, how zey say, dragon food!” She let her head flop back, neck resting on the edge of the teeth as she moaned, clopping as the dragon gave and experimental gulp, swallowing her tail and tugging on the rest of her body. She was already hot and bothered, and apparently actually being in the dragon’s maw was the last push Lotus needed to really get off on the idea of being lunch. “Ah~! Yes, meester dragon, do eet! Chew me up and grind my bones into dust! I vant to feel your belly with my body! Bite down!” She squealed and thrusted her hips as she started to cum inside the dragon’s maw, and just managed to squeal out “Do eet! Do eet now, bite down!” before the dragon did exactly that. Those mighty jaws closed with a quick snap and a crunch as teeth meant for chewing gemstones came down on an ordinary pony’s neck, and it was instantly severed, bouncing across the dirt floor of the tent as his lips smacked closed, and he started working his jaw. Messy cracks and crunches echoed through the area as Lotus’s body was pulped, mangled beyond recognition, but all the ponies outside saw was his cheeks bulging with a mass of pony meat, and his tongue slithering out with a coating of blood to lick his lips. Aloe watched every moment of it, furiously clopping as her sister was eaten right in front of her, knowing the same could happen to her any second, and watching as her sister’s head bounced across the floor, an expression of unimaginable ecstasy and delicious pain all flashing across in a multitude of expressions. It finally came to a rest beside the head of the dragon that Aloe had chosen, almost directly underneath her, and she made a squeal almost identical to her sister’s as she came, squirting cum all over the plank, her hoof, and a large bit of the spray splattering across her sister’s decapitated head. Lotus’ face panted silently, unable to make even a peep without being attached to her body, but she did manage to open her mouth again, trying to catch as much as she could before she lost consciousness. More splatter across her face, soaking it in her sister’s juices, and the last thing Lotus felt was the sticky fluid settling into her fur. As soon as the light faded from Lotus’ eyes, the pony running the booth, a bright red showpony, grabbed the head with his magic and passed it to Thunderlane, who seemed shocked that he’d actually managed to hit the target. “Your prize, boyo! Do whatever you like with, she’s doesn’t mind any more, and probably wouldn’t even if she could.” Thunderlane blinked, before grabbing the head by her mane, slick as it was with a light spattering of blood and even more of her sister’s cum. Stepping off to the side, though still in full view of Aloe, he shoved Lotus’ head down on his rock-hard cock, fucking her slack face until his dick poked out the other end of her throat. “Fuuuuck,” he groaned. “This is even better than that happy ending you gave me last week… You and me are gonna have some fun, Lotus…” Aloe smiled as Thunderlane began vigorously fucking her sister’s skull, before looking out at the rest of the crowd. “Does anypony want to help me join my seester?” Her eyes caught Spike. “Ahh, meester Spike! Come, have a go!” He shook his head. “Nah, that’s okay. I’ll tell Rarity how much fun you had though!” She let out a giggle, before catching another pony standing in the crowd, watching as the dragon that reduced her sister’s body to nutritious paste was swallowing. “Bulk Biceps! Come, do you vant to send your coworker off to be zee dragon shit?” The incredibly-muscular pony grinned, letting out a “yeah!” happily, before striding forward and grabbing one of the rubber balls. He was much more confident than Thunderlane tossing the ball up into the air, and then simply punching it right into the center of the target all in one smooth movement. He let out another deafening “YEAAAH!” as the trapdoor feel away, and a blushing, squealing Aloe fell butt-first right into the other dragon’s mouth. She didn’t even get the luxury of chewing, as apparently this dragon was especially hungry. She barely slowed down as she fell directly into the back of his throat and kept sliding, falling all the way into his stomach with a splash and a loud grumble. The lump she made in his gut kept squirming though, and he patted it happily as Aloe went for a second round of clopping as she began being broken down. The showpony smiled at the crowd, and then waved at the two barely-fed dragons beside him. “That’s it for this pair of twins, folks! Come back in an hour, and you’ll get a special show, where they get to reunite! Of course, it might be a bit harder to tell them apart, eh?” The crowd let off a round of laughter as the showpony eyed them up. “Now, I’d like to continue the show, but it seems we’re a mite short on volunteers! Who’s next?” Chuckling, Twilight and Spike stepped back, looking around again. After a moment, Twilight tugged on his spaded tail. “Ooh! Look over there!” They trotted past a stallion half Spike’s height rutting amare into a park bench, and ended up standing in front of a stage of sorts. Twilight nickered to herself quietly as her old rival Trixie was doing what she did best; playing up her hamminess for a crowd with a magically-enhanced voice! “Behold! Behind these three curtains are three ponies, whom you of Ponyville should instantly recognize as the perpetually perturbed proprietors of their flower shop, the Petunia Pagoda!” She tapped her hood and the curtains split open, showing off Daisy, Roseluck, and Lily, who all waved at the crowd. “But!” Trixie continued, “One of these mares is not actually who she appears to be! One of them is actually a famished changeling, one that recently moved to ponyville thanks to diplomatic negotiations with Queen Chrysalis!” She put on a fake whisper, still speaking with her enhanced voice, “Who, if you’re lucky, you may catch a glimpse of at the festival today making a meal out of some pony… and if you’re incredibly lucky, that pony may just be you!” Standing back up to her full height, hor horn lit again, and the curtains swished closed. “In just a moment, the Changeling will drop her disguise and go backstage, eating one of our willing volunteers, before shrouding her belly! Partly with magic, and partly with clouds of the digesting pony herself! Your job, should you decide to step up and play our little game, shall be to determine from the shapes in our dear Changeling’s belly who is slated to end up a pile of Changeling shit! If you succeed, you win the surviving mare, to do whatever you like! Feed her to a dragon five minutes later, tie her up and make her into your permanent broodmare, fuck her once and command she off herself for your amusement, her fate is then yours to control!” “But be warned, citizens of Ponyville…” She pulled her wide-brimmed wizard hat down low, and darkened her face slightly to look scarier. “Wait too long to make a decision, and there won’t be much left of the pony to tell who is who… and guessing wrong has a very high price indeed, one that any of you would be all too willing to pay, I’m sure!” Pulling her hat back up, she smirked at the crowd. “In fact, the Great and powerful Trixie envies you, for she almost wishes that she were the one playing instead, wagering her life and her reputation on this game… But alas, not just yet, for the Grrrreat and powerful Trrrixie has a show at three! After that, she might get eaten, she is not quite sure yet.” “Now!” She pointed once again at the crowd. “Who will step up, and try to determine the answer to this Deadly Doppelganger Display?” The crowd all looked at each other, a scattered mess of mares and a few stallions, and one smaller dragon in the back, but after a moment a brown Earth pony stepped forward. “Reckon I’ll take a crack at it, miss!” Trixie grinned, and motioned for him to step forward. “Excellent! Your name? Either it’ll be the last thing our chosen prey hears, or it’ll be lost to the belly of one of the other flower sisters within the hour!” “Time Turner!” Said the stallion with a chipper Trottingham accent. “Very good!” Declared Trixie, before turning back to the curtains. “Alright, 826, you may choose your meal!” Turning back to the crowd, she motioned to the curtains as there was a loud rustling and some happy squeaking, although whoever was making it was careful to not let on who they were. “Our good friend, even now, is choosing who shall live and who shall die in their transparent gut in this moment! What a decision to make, to have the power to simply take a pony out of this world through their belly, and reduce them to a sticking pile of fetid black changeling construction material! Perhaps they will end up as a structural support for a new hive, or maybe hold an eggsac that will bring another chittering changeling into it’s adult lifestage, or perhaps they will simply end up in one of our very fair’s outhouses, forgotten forever as their slop mixes with a hundred other ponies’ tonight!” As she spoke, the noises gradually came to stop, ending with a loud gurgle and a buzzing insectoid voice. “This one is ready!” The middle curtain opened, revealing an undisguised changeling with a bright green bloated belly, sloshing neon-green digestive acids around as her horn glowed, rendering it just barely translucent. Trixie was quick to smirk at the confident-looking Time Turner. “And before you jump to conclusions, say, if you had memorized who was behind which curtain, keep in mind they may have mixed even that up slightly! Perhaps the two leftmost ponies swapped before our dear 826 swallowed them whole, or perhaps 826 was the pony in the center and one of our volunteers crawled in and willingly fed themselves to that happy changeling in the middle!” Time Turner suddenly didn’t look so confident, and nodded, before stepping up a set of stairs on the side of the stage and approaching the bloated changeling, who was languishing on a chair as she chittered happily. He paused before poking the growling gut with a hoof. “I, uh, I can touch, right?” “But of course, Mr. Turner! I assure you 826 loves having her belly rubbed and stroked, especially from inside, if all the noises she’s made while reducing prey to mush before has been any indication!” Nodding, Time Turner sat next to the chair, peering into the cloudy belly, trying to make out any identifying features. He couldn’t even tell the colour of the scraps of fur that were already starting to drift off and float to the top of the belly, and that manestyle… it kind of looked like Roseluck’s, but maybe it could’ve been Lily’s too… He was looking more nervous by the second, even though he knew he had an one-in-three chance of getting this right… and a two-out-three chance of ending up as an even darker shade of brown than he already was. As if to make things worse, the crowd behind him started shouting out suggestions, freely making use of the fact that they could do so for free to get an even better show… “It’s definitely Daisy!” “I bet that’s Lily, she was the pudgiest!” “I think I saw Roseluck’s cutie mark!” Twilight smirked. “It’s a trick question! That’s actually Trixie in there, the one on stage is just another changeling!” Spike nudged her, “Aww, now that’s just mean, Twi.” Though he was smirking as well. She giggled. “Sure, but he’s a hot piece of flank… I’d like to see him get turned into an even hotter piece of flank!” Back on stage, Time Turner swallowed, before turning to Trixie. “I, ah, think I’ve made my decision!” “The Grrreat and Powerful Trixie would like to remind Mr. Turner that he only has one chance! Is this your final answer?” He nodded, took one glance back at the already-impenetrably-cloudy mess inside the changeling’s neon-green gut, and declared… “I think it’s Lily.” Trixie smirked. “826?” The changeling let out a burp, and a wad of white fur got caught on her fang, before a flash of green fire morphed her back into Daisy. “Sorry, Mr. Turner…” On cue, the curtain to the left of the Changeling’s swept open, revealing the real Lily, who finished the sentence, and doomed Time Turner to his, “...but that’s actually Roseluck turning into Changeling Chyme there!” The brown stallion swore, “Nattering Nags!” As Lily walked a circle around him, swishing her tail around his face seductively. “Now, I don’t see any reason I shouldn’t send you out with some fun Mr. Turner! You’ve always been a loyal customer after all, and I’m sure you’d like to cum one last time before 826 turns you into a permanent part of some changeling structure with my sister, hm?” The Changeling grinned happily using Daisy’s face, before a flash of green fire returned her to her normal form. Without waiting for an answer, she slid off the chair with a thump and a slosh as a more solid lump of Roseluck’s remains was bounced off the front of her transparent stomach, showing for just a moment through the clouds of digesting mare. Then it disappeared as she relaxed on her already-thickening rump and gently spun Time Turner around to face Lily. Lily was quickly sliding her head between Time Turner’s legs, using her tongue to swirl around the stallion’s already-hardening cock.“While she’s pulling you into her mouth, I think I’ll take a smaller bit for myself... Say goodbye to Equestria, Time Turner!” The best he could manage was an embarrassed wave and gulp, before the changeling drone stretched her jaw wide, cramming Time Turner’s entire head into her mouth. He twitched in panic as his world went dark, but the mare and drone kept his legs pinned down as the former sucked Time Turner’s cock into her mouth, rolling her mouth around his flare happily. Lily certainly seemed experienced, especially for just simple flower farmer, and as soon as Time Turner’s cockhead was slicked with saliva, she pushed forward, sliding his cock as deep into her mouth as slowly as she could. Meanwhile, 826 seemed perfectly content to keep Time Turner’s head firmly held between her chitinous cheeks, slathering him with her own slightly greenish saliva as he twitched. He spasmed again as Lily bottomed out, her fuzzy muzzle grinding up against his crotch as she took a deep breath of his musk, taking as much of Time Turner’s unique flavours in a she could, knowing this would be her last chance with this particular stallion. Meanwhile, Trixie was still nearby, watching all of this silently up until now, but a hoof that had sneaked itself down to her pussy seemed to remind her that she was in front of an audience. Not that this topped her from clopping to the sight, of course, she simply remembered she should be keeping up the commentary. “Behold, a fatal mistake! Although I’m not so sure Time Turner would choose anything different if he had the ability to go back and try again, I know I certainly wouldn’t! This is certainly one hay of a way to go out, eh folks!” The crowd tossed out a few “yeahs” and cheers, as well as some hoof stomping, as Trixie trotted closer, gently prodding a hoof into the changeling’s cloudy gut. “It may not look it, but Roseluck here is still fairly solid… It may be a bit cramped when he joins his friend! Together, they’ll probably make a fantastic hive wall, or maybe a floor, or maybe they’ll both just dumped as waste, if 826 deems them unsatisfactory to be a part of her glorious hive, hm?” Lily had started bobbing her head along Time Turner’s shaft, trying to coax one last spray of cum from the soon-to-be ex-stallion before he was swallowed, and her efforts were quickly going to be rewarded. Time Turner spasmed again, and the crowd could hear a muffled groan through the Changeling’s cheeks as his hips shook. Lily held herself down for a couple thrusts, catching a spray of cum as it slid past her tongue and down her throat, before sliding off. The next spray filled her mouth with his salty jizz, and then he was out, cock still twitching as it spurted one last time, tossing a squirt across her face, then another, before it went soft, flopping against his thighs and leaking more. Lily happily leaned back and turned to the crowd, opening her mouth and showing them the load of cum she caught, playing with it using her tongue, lickign some off onto her hoof and spooling some out into a strand, before sucking it all back in and swallowing Time Turner’s last load. She left the spray that had landed on her face as it was, however, seemingly content to let it dry, almost like a badge of honour, and a topping for the lucky pred that would eat her today, whenever that would happen. The Changeling waited just long enough for Time Turner to stop trembling from the afterglow, just long enough to let him think she would have mercy, that she might just let him out, but she had no intentions of that. Leaning forward, she grabbed his hind hooves, then tilted her head up, lifting up Time Turner and pulling him into her throat. He started struggling as he was swallowed, but it was already late for the stallion, and he slid all the way up to his hips in a single motion. Then 826 stopped him, and was all too happy to show off her long, forked tongue as it played around with Time Turner’s once-again half-hard horsecock, trying to milk out any remaining cum.  When there was no more to be extracted, she exhaled through her nasal slits with a chittering noise, then pulled his hips inside, obscuring his cutie marks from the world forever. After another moment, she let him drop, and slid into her belly with a ‘gluk’. She sat down heavily on the stage, sloshing her chyme-and-stallion filled belly again, the pony inside completely obscured by the half-digested remains of his friends, until he managed to find his way to the transparent front of her belly. For just a moment, his face was pressed up against its surface like a window, and his eyes opened to catch one last glimpse of the outside world. Then thin lines of red began to stream from the corners of his eyes, and his mouth opened in a scream, letting out a stream of bubbles as Changeling belly acid flowed into replace his last lungful of air. He disappeared back into the cloudy gut, which continued to shake while the bubbles from Time Turner came up 826’s throat, and she let out a loud burp. Trixie, beside her, finally came with a groan as the belly slowly came to a rest, both Time Turner and Roseluck slowly dissolving inside. “Mmmm! Yes! Buuuuck…” Lily trotted beside her, and Trixie stuck out her tongue quickly, lapping up one of the streaks of cum across the flower mare’s face. “We hope you all enjoyed our show, as it was both Roseluck and Time Turner’s last! We will do it once more with another volunteer to replace Roseluck in a few hours, please come back if you think you can best us… or want to be bested!” There was a round of applause from the audience, Spike and Twilight included. After a moment, Twilight nudged Spike’s foreleg. “Maybe we should come back and I should take a crack at that, hmm?” Spike just let out a chuckle. “Twi, we both know you’d never. It’s a classic Monty Hall dilemma, you’d never bet your life on pure random chance like that.” She giggled. “True, but if you were watching, I just might!~” She said in a sing-song voice, before something else grabbed her attention. “Say, isn’t that Yarsul over there?” Spike turned, and nodded. “Yeah, that’s him. Looks like he’s going off to dump out the mayor.” Twilight let out an “Ooooh” and started trotting after the blue dragon, tugging at Spike with her magic to follow. “We should take note of this! For… research!” Letting out a snicker as he got a great view of Twilight’s dripping pussy, he muttered to himself, “Yup, very important research.” They weren’t the only ones to recognize the dragon that had kicked off the festival, and a small crowd moved with them as Yarsul padded towards the outskirts of the fair. The festival was densely packed, but it wasn’t exactly huge, and they only passed a couple of layers of stands and booths, as well as a stage with a few ponies singing some sort of epic saga in the dragon language and an actual dragon humming backup, before they passed through the outer layer. The festival had been set up just outside Ponyville in what used to be Sweet Apple Acres. Applejack had given the land to Ponyville before feeding herself to somepony’s pet Timberwolf a few years back, and the area was pretty much perfect for this sort of thing. While there were still plenty of apple trees, they were pretty limited to a few orchards around the farmhouse, still tended by Apple Bloom. Most of the space that wasn’t taken up by the fair was dedicated instead to a massive manure compost, supplemented by food and other unused organic matter from the farms and festivals. Essentially, it was a giant pile of shit and rotting food, and smelled just like it, but it was where 90% of the ponies at today’s festival were going to end up, and they liked it that way. Yarsul didn’t even hesitate as he approached, then started turning like a dog looking for the exact right place to drop a load. As he did, he spotted the small crowd that had followed him out, and he jumped, before letting out a chuckle. “Fans of my breakfast, I see? Not many speeches left for her to do, but I think she’s got one more of great importance to make…” Turning and lifting his tail so the crowd could clearly see his less-armoured flesh underneath, he let out a feral growl, and a space between the scales opened up. A deafening rumble of thunder rolled over the crowd as the youngling dragon let loose a cacophonous fart, and groaned. The air itself seemed to wobble from the heat of his bowels, and then a splatter of steaming hot brown sludge slopped out, propelled backwards and landing with a splat amongst the rest of the digested ponies in the pile. Another grunt let loose a more solid log, which simply fell, seperating itself from the rest as the ex-mayor’s remains were scattered. Even if somepony want to, they’d never be able to put her back together. All that remained of the mayor would be mixed in with the pile around, left to rot, and spread over the soil for the next year’s crops. This would be the last time in all of history that a pony would be able to recognize her even slightly, save for a stained, ragged cravat and a skull that was wedged into the end of the log. The final log was even more solid than the last, and it looked almost like it would give Yarsul some trouble. Then his immense muscles flexed, and a crunch from inside his rectum echoed over the cleared orchard. With another wet, shitty brown splatter, a log made almost entirely of Mayor Mare’s bones fell out, scattering amongst the rest. It’d be a miracle if even a single one had remained intact, and they were all incredibly acid-worn, bore marrow mixing with the liquid shit as it dribbled down the massive compost pile. All that was left were a few wet farts, and miniscule chunks of digested breakfast that hadn’t formed into the logs. “Mmph. I hope your political successor comes out a bit easier, breakfast.” Looking back at the crowd, the scales of his mouth formed a cat-like smile. “Now… you ponies have ‘toilet paper’, but it does not exist in sizes such as ours… Who wants to help clean the mayor’s fetid remains off my glorious scales?” A surprising amount of the crowd leapt up to volunteer, but Twilight just let out a lustful moan as she laid against Spike’s foreleg, still clopping. ”Mmph… Spike, do you wanna…” The adolescent dragon chuckled and sat back on his tail, leaning down to nuzzle her. “Jeez, thought you’d never ask, Twi.” Sitting back as he was, his own shaft was on full display having been poking out of his scaly sheath ever since they’d arrived at the festival that morning. Twilight didn’t even hesitate. They’d been doing this ever since he hit puberty, and she’d kept up with his changes in size very well, though it helped he wasn’t too much bigger than a very, very-well-endowed stallion. Snuggling up to his shaft, she ran her body over most of the length, cradling it in the crook of her neck and pushing herself up, meeting a bead of pre-cum that she milked out of him and letting it drip down her chest, soaking her purple fur. Then she opened her mouth, taking as much of Spike’s head into her mouth as she could. She managed to get it all in, but not very far, the sheer girth making her mouth bulge out like a squirrel, suckling more pre-cum out of his cock. As she sucked, her hooves wandered down his length, probing at his sheathe. Spike groaned as she pulled at the softer, unscaled flaps of flesh, and then again, much louder as his nutsack expanded outwards and into the cold Autumn air. Twilight didn’t leave them alone for a moment, instantly following them out and massaging them as she started trying to bob downwards. When she started to decide that maybe Spike had gotten a little too big for a deepthroat nowadays, she pulled off with a messy pop, a splatter of pre-cum flicking across spike’s belly and drooling from her mouth. Coughing a couple more splats out onto his balls, she let her body slide back down his shaft, and laid down on the flattened grass as her head slid all the way down to Spike’s newly-freed ballsack. The mixture of pre-cum and Twilight’s saliva shone in the mid-morning sun as Twilight wrapped her forelegs around Spike’s expansive testicles, burying her face in between his balls with a happy groan. The thought of gallons of Spike’s magma-hot dragon cum boiling inside those nuts, just waiting to be released in a white, sticky, flood… She let out a pleasured shiver, and Spike used one of his own claws, running it through Twilight’s hair, down her back, and slipping two of his claws under her tail, pushing them inside her. He was careful not to hurt her, slowly fucking her as she lavished attention and love all over his nuts. His other claw went to his own shaft, replacing Twilight and starting to stroke it, that same pre-cum and saliva mix squelching out from around his claws. Twilight let out a pleasured moan as those claws pushed inside her, filling her out, and she focused all of her attention on a single one of Spike’s testicles,  cradling and cuddling it close as her tongue lapped all over the soft skin holding it, all of the folds and stretched skin getting lavish attention and being slicked wet with the precum dribbling down from the tip of his shaft. After a moment, she switched to the other, making sure not to leave it out. “Unnngh… Getting close, Twi…” “Mmmph.” She groaned through his balls, before pulling her mouth back just enough to speak, so her own voice kept his nuts tingling. “Me too… Go ahead and finish all over my back… paint me with your cum, my faithful assistant…” Twilight pushed herself back as Spike groaned, and she felt his balls flex against her face, contracting and squeezing as Spike started to cum. His orgasm could only be described as a deluge, and it fountained upwards for a several feet before coming back down Twilight with a heavy, wet splatter. The sheer weight of the sloppy, gooey liquid pinned her against the flattened grass and dirt, spreading out as it hit. A few ponies, as of recent years, had remarked that Twilight’s fur was getting to be a lighter shade of purple, and the permanent staining of Spike’s cum was why. Every time they did this, and Twilight had Spike finish on her, he had been marking her as his own. Even her own unique lavender scent had long ago been overwhelmed, and Spike’s musk was replacing it. She was his, and anypony, dragon, or creature with a working nose could smell it. The deluge continued on for nearly half a minute, Twilight practically drowning in her hot cum bath as she continued suckling Spike’s nuts, then barely having the strength to roll onto her back and let her belly get coated too. Her own orgasm was utterly overwhelmed by his, her pussy clenching as hard as she could in orgasm around his claws as her juices mixed with the puddle. She let out an incredibly pleasured moan as she picked up a couple hooffulls of musky dragon cum, licking it off and drinking it out of her hooves. “F… fuck, Spike…” Her lifelong companion just nodded, slowly rolling onto his side and letting Twilight snuggle up. The massive orgasm had easily taken it out of both of them, and they were perfectly content to relax outside the festival for a few minutes, Spike getting tired, and Twilight soaking in the pool of cum, only absorbing more of the scent. “Let’s just… just rest out here for a minute… or maybe a few…” Twilight groans, still rubbing her face against his underbelly. “I know,” Spike said simply, only breathing heavily from his own orgasm. “Besides, we’ve still gotta finish our research, right?” “Exactly,” Twilight says, tired and happy. “But after a moment.”