Trapped in a Facet of Desire

by Septia

Trapped in a Facet of Instinct

Trapped in a Facet of Instinct

Written by Septia.

It was her fault. Dirt flew past you as scoops of cotton, crunches of gravel and rocks tumbling from the wall path you forged. The earth itself was bending to your whims, cleaved by your claw and rent asunder by your paws. There was a pause. A scent piercing through your nostrils. Claws slowed, drawn down the wall to well-carved deep gorges, fracturing around your talons: honey. The earth here was redolent of honey and soap, her tent must be right above. It had to be. Behind an arm of dirt, she'd be there, sleeping… You sent a glance to your paw, you hadn’t retracted your claws, yet they barely showed, filed till numb, cracked, torn… It doesn't matter. -Bhhgrllrpgbbghss- Your gut growled in a series of putting gurgles, and saliva dressed the sides of your jaws. It had been too long. With claws clattering and paws clotted in dirt the distance between you shrank. Layer after layer of soil washed down your sides as breath stuck in your throat, resorting to huffing through your nostrils for air, inhaling the clouds of sediments and minerals matting the surface of your insides to chalk. Reeling back, paw clenched to a fist, your crown claws brushed into your fur, you strike through the ceiling.

The burst of ground earth shown from on high, the bubble blooming to pelt your coat in dust around the cavity your fist had punctured. You have it. Your paw wrapped around the hoof… it was plush, the fur intermingling with your coat with the fluff of a bunny's tummy. You tore her down… Pale legs filling out and carving into the pit in the ceiling, twitching and kicking. Your maw opens, and with a heave the hooves delve through what was no longer a tunnel, into your awaiting maw. -Chrlrlpsths- Smears of a damp dress trawled through a swamp reverberating from your maw as hooves and a heaving of gravel tumbled down your gullet, neck engorging with the distended shape of the pony's legs. It was there. It stung. The flails of her limbs warped your throat, abiding your muscles, and injecting your pores with scalding heat… Showers of drool drained along with the mare's legs, soaking your gullet, cold… The contrast made it clear. You were stale, cold, frail, she was strong, she was warmth… she slotted into your body, supplying it with the strength it craved, the sustenance for mind, body and spirit: you needed her flesh.

“Some pony helfmpfwhp-.”

A paw was lifted to silence her, pad smothering her muzzle, completely, with nought but her ear sticking up as she writhed. You drew her down, hearing the scrape of her hooves grasping, straddling the ground as chalk on granite. She is yours, she must be. Her hooves struck and clambered for the edge of the pit in the confines of your tunnel as you tilted your head back. -Chbgblrpgms- With a strong swallow, your lips curved and slathered up her thighs, drenching the bottom of her haunches in your saliva. -Chmrogpsh- -Ghoompgh- Harder. More. Her flavours set in as her flank bunched up over your lips, sinking down your muzzle and bloating out your jaw, neck muscles undulating and straining to grasp and haul it down. Her flavours… Memories of hunting as a pup, the warmth of childhood condensed to a satisfying chill surging through your muscles with each gulp. It is potent, more so than opal, lapis or even diamond. -Bhhrvlrlprshs- Your stomach roared, tantalised and impatient. You lean back with a clutch around your neck massaging and easing the path down, gut twisting in desire. -Bfhrrlflsmgpshs- With tongue drawn up her gut, the mare's hind -Chhdlpths- slot into your maw, tail twitching and flapping, as the emerald brush draped over you, from your hair up to your nose, rolling with the mare as her torso sank into your maw. -Chhgbbgjs- A grumble ballooned through your abdomen, the hooves moulding under the layer of your fur, sculpting and swelling around the bales of supple meat, your body stuck in a state of confusion in how to treat this feast.

“Hngnahwhahwc-.”

You pick up on her growl when her teeth have already sunken into your pad. It was desperation. Her molars were flat, compressing, rather than piercing. You rammed your pad down her face, squeezing if over her head and growling around her abdomen as it -Chhglrlprstbsk- sunk past your jaw, gullet engorging with her frame, a bloated sack of flesh dipping down the sculpt of the mare's stomach, forming a second belly in your neck whilst the meal was drained into your depths. -Chglrphsg- -KRhhrglptsh- A smattering of spilt ichor curdled over you around your jaw, spittle smattering the mare's coat black and slippery.

A chill crept down your abdomen, through your spine. It came from her. The shock of her bite leaving no impact, perhaps? Or just the fear engulfing her faster than you could? What did it matter? It was her fault. And she was yours…She struggled, wriggling forwards, following her motions with the smoothness of a fish dashing up a waterfall, you keeping her in check as her frame drew past the crinkling abyss. An orchestra of growls, creaks and rippling meat consumed the cavern -Chrlgpths- Biggish- Chhbhchts-. She was strong, but it didn't matter. She struggled, but it didn't matter. You wished there was an eternity to savour the flavour of meat as sweet as honey basted emeralds, but it didn't matter. You were chowing down on all of her, and not a bit of her was escaping the clutches of your powerful jaw. -CHGbrlrlpths- With an arching lean her head whipped past your lips, hooves flailing, lips straining against her slams.

“MFM pg wmgphrs.” Her grunts muffled.

Sitting back onto the ground and keeping the paw locked in your mouth, your lips clasped around her, muting her struggles through the gate of your lips… then just waiting… The struggles faded, as the mare tuckered herself out, hooves hanging down the jaw. -Chrlrpthts- Lips parted, arm withdrawing with a streak of stretched saliva. Drool tethers coated the mare's face, webbing her against the roof of your maw, to your fangs, out to your torn claws. Her chest swelled and deflated in your neck, her breathing haggard.

“H-hang on…”

You bunched up her hooves in your clutches, gaping wide and stuffing her deeper. The framing nozzle of flesh around her head constricting to hug her down the depths, your cheeks inflating with the slack hooves, folded in with the graze of the folding petals of a tulip. -Chglrlpgh- -hgglmproghgsp- The swallow wormed its way down your neck, chills creeping over the outlines of the mare's face, a ghastly pantomime of her distress entombed and smothered by your bulging gullet, and entombing past your neck into your chest… -Chgltpsh- The hooves followed suit. Gradually your stomach swelled, as more of the land pony wormed her way through your frame, bundling up your abdomen over your thighs, sprawling over your knees with the sack of flesh tented by bulges of hooves and knees. -Cbgbgltlsts- The stomach strained, tautened by the bulk you stuffed it with. At least your gut had stopped complaining… With your paw still clutching your neck, the last hooves passed your grasp, bulge deflating, flat over the strains of her mane struggling after her…

“Pha… huha…” -Bhuruaaaahrrlrlpw- A gust of guttural air broiled up your neck and flooded past your lips, the heaves of displaced fumes warping and trembling your lips to match the force humidity rolling through. A trickle of satisfaction worked through your feet, consuming your shins, and pruning their way into your nerves, further surges of satisfaction billowing through your whole body, roused by the rippling scramble of the mare -Chbrhrhgs- curling up in your lap. This… this was it… What it had all been for. The feast you had been waiting for, payback for… her, doing her job…

All that was needed to fuel the inkling of doubt, was one question: was this it?

Your throat ached. With the rush of adrenaline draining out of your system the pain grew, a vice clasping onto sore brawn. The thrums of strained musculature jolted up through your spine, drumming a nest into your brain, but, the taste had been worth it. -Bhgrlrpgghs- A curl of gasses wrung up through your abdomen, crawling along the back of your throat.

-Bhraaup-. Detergent stained your breath as if you had bitten into a bar of soap. The belch crawled out of your maw like an obese slug of redolent lard. Your stomach laid bloated, convulsing as a boil straddling the edge of bursting and unleashing its bile…

Shaking your head cleared your mind somewhat. Although, escaping back to the raw satisfaction from moments ago laid beyond your reach. Perhaps, it was a side effect of being bereft of food for so long. Even though this evoked a sense of sickness rather than recovery. A though a whole pony was a lot of meat…

Your stomach laid still.

A paw cradled the side. -Chglprths- “Hey, Macy?”

Silence.

“Macy Tails? You in there?”

A prolonged silence. But then… “You know ma name?”

The voice took a moment to parse through the -Chbrgs- tugging of liquids and tissue separating you.

“Picked it up past days, I… just wanted to ensure I, got the right one.” This, seemed plausible.

“Ah. I see. Congratulations then, ya did. Macy Tails. Stoneworker, bricklayer, dabbling in rockcuttin'.” The blanket of silence constricted.

“What's yours?”

“My, what?” your reinventions? Desires? Reasons?

“Your name, I told ya mine, I'm entitled to that, right? Don't honestly know how these, ah… situations work.”

“Oh. Right.” There was no way she'd know.

“It's… it's Abana.” Saying your own name… the word tasted, peculiar.

“Really? That sounds like a girl's name?”

“What?”

“Don't mind of course, I think it's cute but I'd you asked me I'd pin that name on a gal.”

“… I am a 'gal'.”

It was the mare's turn to be surprised. “You pull my tail? Oh sorry for real?”

“Yeah, what made you-.”

“Well fair's fair, I didn't get a good look at ya, and you're quite, huge. What even are ya? Some sort of cave bear?”

“I… Diamond Dog, actually.”

“Diamond dog,” the mare repeated, the stomach stirred around them, “Thought you lot subsided on gems and such.”

“For the most part, we do,” you said, taking a break to scratch your ear, “makes up most of the grub, for good reasons.”

“Huh… So I'am an, exception?”

“You could say so, you're a gem.” Several revolutions of consciousness passed by. You reviewed what you'd just said…

“Aaha, ahs…” mumbling, searching, grasping for reasons, where did that even come from? “Wh-… Ywohoa woa k-keep still pl-please.”

“Oh…” you saw how your abdomen heaved and bobbed from your moment of duress, clutching it in your paws to buffer it to a halt.

“I wouldn't have taken you for the… sentimental…,” the mare began, “so how come you eat crystals? Can't imagine they'd be good for ya chompers.”

“My chompers are just fine, if anything they're as sharp and durable because of the gems, without it we start to…” A glance to your claws… a chill crawled from one vertebra to the next… the sight of the shattered, fractured and filed nubs.

“Really? Fascinating. I, appreciate you not using em on me... Guess you're pretty keen on digging em out in-…” Then she paused, gasping, scrambling so the gut tented with the mare seated straight, “are we disturbing your mining? Is that what this is about?”

“Oh that is not, you got the wrong idea.” Wait… did she? Wasn't that why…

“I don't know if it'll help but I'm sorry, and I could speak to ma boss about it, we got permits and paperwork and everything, whole ordeal to find a spot to gather materials outsides from proper rock farms, but if its an issue we could start importing-.”

“It's not that,” you shook your gut. A memory struck you as a bolt of lightning. Yutu was against the wall, choking… You took a deep breath. “We could dig elsewhere, most of my pack is, but I've been around here, and gathering up what I could get.”

“Huh, when?”

“Past week, bit more.”

“Right under our muzzles?”

“Right under your muzzles.”

“Golly, gotta admit that's pretty impressive, how'd you do it?”

“Huh?”

“The diggin part, you wait for night or just know where we haven't excavated yet?.”

She was really curious. Even through the buffer of your stomach, the enthusiasm was on full display.

“Really? It’s, all kinda basic, everymutt learns it, and its nothing to measure up to our ancestors?”

“Yer what now?”

“Iggy, Ziggy, Starduster, Star hunter…”

“Ain't ringing' any bells.”

Right, pony, she wouldn't know. “You really wa-.”

“Don't hold out on me now, come on, tell me how ya did it.”

The coat around your neck warmed, thoughts drifting back to find the best ways to explain it.

You told her of how you cleaved through the soil like butter, reinforcing paths as they were formed, leaving trails of batted dirt with your tail. Every detail had her hooked. So… you told her more. About history, grand project, cities, Diamondia, Smaragdina, of explorations and adventures, of legends and beasts. Then… about you. The conversation steered towards your pack. Yutu with his hounding, but also of how much he cared for others and worked to ensure the pack was together, and about Izuza, as annoying as she could be, she had her positive qualities too.

“Wow, so pretty pompous calling ya self Izzy after your ancestors, I'd watch out near that 'Izuza' she sounds like she's got a head big enough it could topple and smash ya flat.”

An amused huff. “To be fair, others started it, but she did lean into it like a pop on a droptunnel.”

“Aha, yeah, what you said. Still, gotta say, they sound real nice.”

They did, didn't they? “Sure do.”

“So, why're you here?”

Reality crashed through your thoughts. “Huh?”

“Alone. Why're you here alone? Thought you said you diamond dog lot work in packs, dig in groups, but it’s just us here.”

Accurate. And still… “…”

“Something happen, big pup?”

Had something happened? “I…”

“Look, don't have to talk about it if-.”

“You happened.”

“Me? What, I do?”

The confusion was shared. “You were just… there. I was diggin' with Yutu, scored a huge gem, and you took it out of right out of my claws.”

“Oh, so… I knew it was about that…”

“It… isn't.”

“It's not?”

Wasn't it? You seemed so certain. “It was, just, you. That's why I stuck around, every day, right here, digging for gemstones right under your clumsy hooves.”

“Because, you thought I looked, tasty?” The mound in your belly asked. A curl of -Cbhrlrpghs-, a gurgle bouncing within.

“… That, sounds about right.” That was what made the most sense, considering the situation you ended up in.

“Because 'm a gem?”

“Yeah…”

A shared moment of silence, the blanket loosened.

“It’s is a nice feelin' being liked so much.”

“What about those other horses? The ones you talked with, bout that celebration deal?”

“Oh, him,” judging by the tone of voice, this pony sounded like a Yutu.

“He's kind, but he's like that with every pony, just being decent pony folk.

“It's gonna sound weird… but I'd prefer this over that, celebration…”

Silence.

“Yeah I should be, scared. I think I am? But, it’s been nice chatting, and I've learned a lot more in one day than I have in moons… And I appreciate that. I really do.”

-Gbbrglls-.

“It's getting late, think I've worked out most of my excitement, was thinkin I could, try and rest, before…”

Discomfort pulsed in your gullet trailing down your neck like a river of venom. You rose, stomach lagging behind to dip into a -Bbenngs- jostle, caught in your grasp, clutching the bottom of your abdomen.

“Whaos wha-fhs did I say soemmgmpgwh.” The mare was muffled. You clutched your arms to the gut, paws weaved together to chunk into your torso. -Cbhrlrpths- -Cbrbhthgs- The convolutions and jostling of slick tissue reverberated through your ears, tension freezing into your fur … but, the bulge was moving. Convulsions forced through your oesophagus, tearing into the ache inflicted earlier as a searing spread through the limber flesh encapsulating the mare. Your clutches drew up along with the wriggling lump, leaving your lower torso, the hump sailing up the coat, bulldozed by your grasp to ensure the motion remained steady. Instinct yelled to swallow, as the mare funnelled into the gullet, your neck distending in broad dunes and canyons of squirming limbs. But you stayed focused. -Chrlrlpths- A crinkling of fluids plyed out of the way around Macy as she ruptured along your throat. With gyrations of your neck you felt her crawl upwards, as the wedging a cork out of a bottle… jaws extending, gaping wide, -Chshprtwwph- as her head popped up in the back of your neck.

“Phaa ahha mfmsg. It’s too tight.” she cried.

You sealed your lips, cheeks engorging to accommodate for the head siphoned through your depths, drool pooling up at your puckered lips and dribbling in a gossamer pile. When you opened your mouth again, her chin was resting on your tongue. Just a bit further… her frame congesting your windpipe…

-Ckrkrptshc- A sound which had no right to exist rung out. One that couldn't be. So artificial, barely the snap of stepping on a twig… and yet you felt it from every angle. The sudden give in your throat, the reverberations sprawling out into your nerves… Macy's pained shriek. It wasn't true. You had come so far, not now… it couldn't… It wouldn't. Reeling your arms forwards, you catapulted them into your gut. -Chttwtmpgsh- The slam rung out with the impact of battered ham, undulations rousing to a crescendo, and the bulges along your neck flushed forwards. Macy's frame hurled out from your lips, mane first to hit the ground and soak up the dirt into the drool laced strands. -Chhststpsh- The aftershock hit your knees, leaving you tumbled onto all four, -Churalgpshs- hurling up the pony back through where you'd sent her. The pristine, slick coat was glimmering like diamonds in the slivers of light reaching the tunnel. She billowed over your lips, slumping down slack as a batch of bread dough, -Cmdmpths- hooves spreading out in reflex from being lodged into the cramped confinement.

-Chhrug- -Cpwhaawgh- You spat out her tail, watching as it toppled in a haphazard heap under her spread flank and soaking form…

Breathing… long. Deep. Your airway was cleared of obstructions, light… Your neck burned, sinew stretched to filaments so thin they became nails embedded in your flesh, but this didn't matter. You stared, shuffling around her, scrutinizing every cent of the land pony. Where… the crack, what was it, how deep, she had to know.

“H-hehhy…”

Her voice… she looked at you, clad in gauzy filaments of throat ichor.

“Easy now… easy, big pup, ok?”

You positioned yourself over her, then… shifted to the side to not smother her, taking in every motion.

“Where?”

“I'll break if you… are too… hasty… just relax, aight?”

Delusional. She was delirious from pain.

Her hoof graced your cheek. “Ooh… yeah… you are definitely a gal.”

“P-please…”

“Shh… its mma leg. Don't think it’s broken, just sprained, I'll be fine… I just, have t’ get some rest… but…” she paused, “I thought… you…”

“It wasn't about that… well, it might have been, for a bit, but, more complicated than just… you.”

“Complicated like, when Ziggy separated from their pack, and dug the into new lands alone?”

Impressive. She really had listed. “Yeah, what you said.”

~ 1 ~

“Abana? Is that yo-.”

You held up a paw. “Before… you start barking…”

The pack pit was crowded, it seemed the festivities were brushed aside, every mole staring at your return…

“I'm sorry. Things haven't been right with me lately. Been keeping it to myself instead of, bringing it up with my pack. That's… that's not very big dog of me. That's puppy puss… I'll share now, like a real big dog would.”

Izuza crossed her arms, though the mangy expression held a lot of care, the pack mates gently nodding in response.

“… starting in a few days…”

“What? Don't we get an explanation? You owe Yutu a real-.”

“You… will have everything explained, down to the last facet, but, it's gonna take me some time, I realise that. And I hope my pack'll understand, too. You're the best pals a mutt could ask for.” You turned to Izuza. “Do you, have a bandage, I could borrow?”

~ 2 ~

You could start to make out the slivers of light ahead. The sack of stones was bumping against your back as you neared. There sat the hatch. You knocked twice on the wooden latch, and covered your eyes from the streams of sunlight peering down through the top of the tent.

“You're early, mutt~.”

You smiled, scaling the wall up into Macy's tent.

“Tried to get smaller ones this time, any of these pass inspection?”

She peered from stone to rock, knocking on them with her good hoof, the other still resting on a pillow, wrapped in white rags. As long as she was laying down, one could barely notice it distinguished from the other.

“These will be fine. I think I'm not a stonecutter~.”

You nodded. “Does any… pony know I…?”

“Far as they know, I just needed some space to myself, delivering rocks in the off hours. Don't think they'd mind your help though.”

“Fat chance.”

“I mean it, you can be stubborn, but I know I'll get to you, I already did once.”

“What…'s… that supposed to mean?”

“It means,” the mare said with a smirk and whipped her mane back,” I know you inside and out, little onyx.”

“Oh stop…”

“What? I thought we were, a tight fit.”

“I swear to Ziggy…”

“By ziggy's tail… I'm gonna…”

“Alright, alright. I get the picture. And… thanks for all the assistance…”

“Its nothing big… think how's your leg?”

She glanced down. “Getting there, will be at least another few days. You've already helped a lot though.”

“You aren't getting rid of me that easy,” You crawled towards the hatch, climbing down the tunnel, “I'll get some more, roughly that size.”

Macy peered down, her head centred in the hatch, enveloped in an orange glow. “I'm glad to hear it… good luck, Abana.”

The hatch shut… And I stood, staring contemplating. Many of my emotions remained a mystery, but, over the past days I had come to accept that. To accept me. I peeked a my claws, still nubby, though sturdy, growing again. I think some opal would be tasty for today, if Yutu had still had some left.