//------------------------------// // Catastrophe and a Devious Little Marshmallow // Story: Nom! // by Voreafillyia //------------------------------// About a week had passed since Anon went out of Rarity’s house. He never asked for any of this, and nor is he enjoying this, not one bit. As much as Rarity asked him politely to join her, whether it be another one of her shopping sprees or some sort of business, he kindly replied with a ‘fuck off’, as waiting for long periods of time with hungry eyed horses wasn’t going to make him comfortable. He was a bit happy that she complied, but, since some deity has to laugh at his pain, he had to endure Rarity’s sister, Sweetie Belle. The filly wasn’t too bad, much better than the ponies that were literally waiting by the door to get a taste of him, she still got on his nerves. For starters, since she was a little girl, she always wanted him to join her and her friends to find their cutie marks. He declined, not wanting to meet more ponies and wind up in their gut again. It was usually followed by her wanting to play a game with him, more specifically, Cat and Mouse. “Unless I can whack you in the head with a frying pan, hell no!” “What does that even mean?” She asked. “Is it like Tartarus?” “Yeah, sure, whatever.” “But come on! Please!” “No.” “Pleeease!!!” Her eyes grew big as she stuck her lower lip out.. “No.” “PWEEEASE!!!” She fluttered her eyes while making the most ridiculous sad face she could muster. “... No. I’ve already been chased around, and I don’t want to experience that again. Now, leave me alone!” “... Ooh! How about you join my dolls! I’m certain that-” “Oh fuck that! I am NOT going to do any of that girly shit with you! Unless you got Transformers, G.I.Joe, or Videogames, then you’re shit out of luck there, Missy!” He marched away and laid on his bed. Sweetie Belle just stared, a shocked expression on her face. “... O-oh yeah! W-well I can have a LOT more fun than you! You… you… Jerk!” She stomped away and kicked the door open.. However, she didn’t close it, and instead stomped away while mumbling to herself. Much to Anon’s luck, he never had to meet the family cat, Opalescence… until now. A snow white cat wearing a purple ribbon and collar snuck into the room. The cat didn’t seem to care on what was happening to her owner’s sister, only now that the closed bedroom was open, and the bed was all hers. Opal jumped onto the bed, purring away as it made its spot, but stopped as it saw a weird, small creature laying down nearby. “... Meow.” Opal kept low, her tail swishing to and fro as she eyed the small creature and slowly approached it. Anon laid in his bed, unaware of a cat walking to him. ‘Fucking ponies. I swear, if I’m going to be eaten, I’m going to-’ “Mreow…” A warning meow interrupted him. He froze as his eyes widened. “... Oh crap.” He slowly turned around to see the giant cat looking at him with a snarl. Anon slowly got off his bed and backed up. “Uh… easy, kitty… good kitty…” Unaware to him, Opal gave him a curious look. From his size, shape, and with the help of hunger induced imagination, Anon turned into a mouse. Opal gave a sly grin as she licked her lips, then crouched low and readied her claws. “...Fuck.” “MEOW!!!” Opal pounced at him. Anon quickly ducked and ran off of the shelf, then rolled onto the floor. The cat hit the wall face first, dazed, but shook its head, and pounced at him again. He quickly ran under the bed, narrowly avoiding the cat’s claws. “NO! BAD!!! BAD KITTY!!!” “REOW!!!” The cat backed up and ran to him, sliding underneath the bed, Anon ran away quickly, panting and sweating away. “First ponies, now cats!? What’s next!? DOGS!?” He looked behind to see Opal catching up to him. He let out a girly scream as he made himself run faster… only to fall down and roll down the steps while swearing loudly. “SHIT! BITCH! FUCK! CRAP!” Sweetie Belle decided to help herself to some of Rarity’s favorite Ice cream; Vanilla Oat Swirl. While it was for emergencies, mostly for ‘Rarity-feeling-miserable’ emergencies, the filly felt horrible herself, all thanks to Anon being quite the jerk he was. Sure, he may have had a reason, but it was no excuse to let it all out on a filly, much less, one who’s still looking for their cutie mark. Her bad mood was temporarily forgotten as her ears swiveled, and she heard Opal’s meowing, followed by Anon screaming. “Anon?” She turned and walked to the stairs. “SHIIIIT!!!” Anon screamed, he fell but thankfully fell onto her soft mane. While he was glad to be alive, he screamed as he saw Opal falling down. “LOOK OUT!!!” Sweetie Belle screamed, quickly running away from her sister’s pet cat, who chased after her for the tiny human. With some quick thinking, Sweetie Belle picked Anon out of her mane and ‘threw him’ out of a window. Truth be told, she just held onto Anon, making him feel stick to the stomach after that throw, but it tricked the cat, who ran out… followed by some other ponies that had been crouched near the window. She quickly closed it before looking at the tiny man. “Are you alright?” She asked. “Ugh… never do that again.” He shook himself. “But… thanks… I guess.” “Ooh! Can we do something together now?” “... eh hehehe! No.” “No? But I just saved you!” “Yes, but it's your own god damn fault that the cat got in! Now take me back upstairs so that I can sleep the rest of my days away until I can get back to my home!” Sweetie Belle stared at him, her face twisted into a frown. “... No!” “No? Missy, I said-!” “You've been nothing but a jerk, Anon! Now, it's time that we have some fun.” “God dammit! I said-” Her horn lit up with a green aura, and Anon flew into the air with a similar aura surrounding him. The filly had a sly grin across her face. “Hm… I wonder if you'll taste great with some ice cream.” It was at that moment that Anon knew, he fucked up. “Oh hell no! I'm not gonna get eaten by some kid!!!” He began to struggle, but to no success. Sweetie Belle lifted a ball of ice cream and stabbed Anon into it, leaving only his feet exposed. The cold was immediate, Making Anon shiver, though he tried to get out. “G-g-gotta g-get aw-w-way!” Before Sweetie belle could get a taste of Anon’s exposed feet, the door slammed open. The filly squeaked in shock, dropping the Anon-filled Ice cream back into the tub from whence it came. Rarity ran in, bawling loudly with a trail of tears following her. Sweetie sighed to herself, then decided she had best see to the needs of her sister before indulging on Anon. She watched as her sister brought in her sofa for these occasions, flopping onto it and crying to herself. “WHHHHY!?!?!?” Rarity cried. “WHY ME-E-E!?” “What happened, Rarity?” Sweetie Belle asked, trying to hide the slight tone of sarcasm that was usually reserved for these situations in her voice. It’s not that she didn’t care, but Rarity tended to overreact a lot. “Did you lose something again?” “NO!!! It's far worse!” Sweetie rolled her eyes. “A customer dissatisfied with your dresses?” “NO!!! It's even worse!!!” Sweetie rubbed her chin. “Get turned down by someone you like?” This got Rarity to stare at her little sister. “EVEN WORSE!!” Sweetie Belle narrowed her eyes and turned her head to the side. “Did...are you going to be a mother?” Rarity’s cries temporarily ceased as she stared at her sister.“What!? Oh, nonono! Nothing like that.” “Phew! I’m glad that’s not happening.” “No, but my dresses are ruined!” Sweetie Belle returned a confused stare. “What happened?” “I worked on them all through last night! The effort I made for some customers! RUINED!!!” “But… how were they ruined? I thought you triple protected them from dirt?” “I did! But the crowd! They stampeded the dresses! The brutes! None of them even stopped!... And I think I saw Opalescence with them.” Sweetie Belle scrunched her muzzle. “But still! They’re Ru-i-i-i-ined!!!” She lifted a pillow and wailed into it. Her horn glowed, picking up a nearby carton of icecream… with Anon inside. Anon found himself trapped under the avalanche of vanilla oat swirl ice cream. Everything about him was freezing, leaving him to shiver wildly. He heard Rarity cry and everything that had happened. ‘Even near death, she’s more dramatic than my ex.’ He only thought to himself, right before he felt the carton of ice cream jerk upwards. Sweetie Belle realized what Rarity was doing. “Wait!” She yelled. Rarity sniffed as she got the lid off. “What?” She sniffled. Sweetie was going to say how Anon was inside, but thought of something better. ‘Wait a minute… if Rarity eats him… then Anon will have to leave! He won’t be able to hurt my feeling anymore! I won’t be in trouble!!! This is the best idea ever!!!’ “Uh… you forgot your spoon!” Sweetie quickly ran away and returned with a golden spoon. Rarity sniffled before smiling taking the spoon in her magic. “Aw… why thank you, Sweetie.” She took her spoonful of Ice cream while doing her famous ‘om nom nom’ sounds. Anon mustered just enough strength to break through the top of the ice cream. He took a deep breath, finally taking in the deep air, but saw himself being risen. Sweetie Belle had a shit eating grin across her face. All he did was turn around, seeing that he was entering the fancy pony’s mouth with the ice cream he was in. “OH SH-!!!” He yelled before Rarity took him and the ice cream into her maw. The taste of the ice cream was enough to help calm the pain that had happened, but something about it seemed… different. Magical even! Somehow, the taste of the vanilla and oats had amplified ten fold, yet, it tasted different at the same time. She began to toss her spoonful around, some of it escaping her mouth as drool. ‘I have no idea, but this Ice cream is like that of Elysium!’ She moaned away, unbeknowingly having the guest of the house in her mouth. “HEY!!! STOP THIS RIDE!!!” Anon yelled as he was tossed and splashed around the maw of the unicorn. Unfortunately, Rarity only moaned away, having no idea about his small form in her right now. He may have enjoyed the occasional wave pool, but it was either escaping from this, or going into yet another fleshy prison. At least with Octavia, she stopped as she drank him, but here, there was a lot of melted ice cream, making him stickier than he should feel, and Rarity didn’t seem to notice him. Then, the place tilted. “NOT AGAIIIIIIN!!!!” GLURK Rarity sighed as she felt happy, feeling something going down her throat, but not caring one bit. Her stomach growled a bit as she let out a small burp. “Oh dear, excuse me.” She apologized to Sweetie Belle. “Could you check on Anon for me? I want to apologize that we’re still unable to find him a way home.” “Already did, sis!” Sweetie Belle replied. “He’s fast asleep in his warm area.” “Hmm… figures. He should really move around sometime; nothing’s going to work if he’s a bed bug.” Anon fell into Rarity’s tight stomach. He groaned as he felt himself covered in ice cream, and knew he was going to be trapped in there for a while. With Sweetie Belle, she was probably going to keep him in her sister’s stomach for a long time… perhaps longer than Rainbow Dash. As much as he wanted to, he could only shiver as more ice cold ice cream splashed all over him in the warm cell that is Rarity’s gut. Rarity took more spoonfuls, but none of them were as great as the first spoonful. She swallowed her last one before yawning. “I’m going to take a nap, Sweetie. Do try to be quiet until I wake up.” The unicorn yawned before laying down, snoozing away. However, Sweetie Belle carefully walked to her sister’s tummy and whispered to Anon. “Psst! Anon? … This is what you get for being a jerk.” “I’LL SHOW YOU HOW MUCH OF A JERK I AM WHEN I GET OUT!!!” Anon yelled, his head stuck out of the ice cream though the rest of his body was still inside. “BECAUSE I HOPE YOU HAVE ENOUGH ROOM FOR MY FIST BECAUSE I’M GONNA RAM IT INTO YOUR STOMACH AND BREAK YOUR GODDAMN SPINE!!!” Sweetie giggled. “Have a good night’s rest.” She skipped away, heading to the CMC clubhouse.