The changelings and ponies have been allies for over a year now, but Luna and Celestia are slowly coming to find that they want to be more than just allies...
Celestia and Luna find themselves growing closer to the changelings with each passing day. More and more they are infatuated with the wonders that only they can provide. Can their responsibility to the citizens of Equestria override their ever growing desires?
[Warning: contains vore , light hypnosis / brainwashing ]
An endless corridor of doors stood before Princess Luna. It was something that greeted her every night when she bravely ventured into the Dreamscape, and its initial grandeur had grown somewhat mundane for her. However, she wouldn’t be entering any of the doors that stood before her tonight. No, tonight she’d be making a special trip. With a flick of her horn, her astral projection zoomed along the endless corridor, with the doors becoming more and more sparse as her mind ventured far beyond Equestria’s borders in the material realm. It wasn’t long until doors had completely vanished, and Luna was surrounded by glowing green cocoons and gaping caves floating in the ethereal realm.
“I suppose changelings don’t necessarily have any idea of a personal bedroom,” Luna thought to herself as she delved deeper into the dream realm of the changeling hive. The Dreamscape was immaterial anyway; Luna’s doors were just how she altered the portals to ponies’ dreams to be easier to work with. For changelings, she supposed, it was only natural that they’d perceive their sleeping spaces to be defined by things that they knew in their hive. Her astral projection surveyed the glowing cocoons and yawning cave entrances, until she spotted a cocoon much larger than the rest with magnificent glowing swirls on it. It stood out in both size and grandeur, and Luna surmised that this was what she was looking for.
“Alright, Thorax, let’s see what changeling kings dream of…” Luna muttered to herself as she stepped forward towards the gigantic cocoon. Placing a hoof on one of the flaps, Luna opened the cocoon and found herself bathed in bright white light as she entered Thorax’s sleeping mind.
After a few moments, the light faded, and Luna found herself in a vast, empty stone cavern. It was completely dark, save for a gentle green glow from above. Luna’s neck craned upwards, and she was horrified to see that the ceiling was completely covered with green cocoons. The changelings inside were the colorful kind, but the dazed looks on their faces made Luna conclude that they weren’t in there of their own accord.
“YOU’RE A TRAITOR TO YOUR KIND!” Shouted Chrysalis’s shrill voice from the deep darkness. A green aura formed in the darkness, followed by the unmistakable thud of flesh on stone. With a thought, Luna altered the dream so that the cavern was brightly lit, exposing a towering, angry Queen Chrysalis staring down a timid and cowardly Thorax. The former queen had fangs bared and hatred in her eyes, and Thorax struggled to get up.
“W-we’re different now!” Thorax said as he shakily stood up. “We don’t need you anymore!”
“Of course you do!” Chrysalis shouted back. “You think you can be friends with those stinking mammals?”
“She’s right…” whispered another familiar voice.
Luna’s eyes went wide. She looked on in apprehension as her sister Celestia stepped out of the shadows and took her place at Chrysalis’s side.
“We cannot forgive your hive for what they have done,” Celestia said.
“B-but Princess Celestia!” Thorax stammered, “I thought we were friends now!”
“Friends? With you? Don’t make me laugh,” Celestia said with a dark deadpan tone. “Saying ‘I’m sorry’ doesn’t change the past. Besides, not only do you look disgusting, a common larva like you is completely unfit to rule. You should just follow in the hoofsteps of your predecessor. It’s what you’re supposed to do!”
Thorax closed his eyes and cowered as the dreamy apparitions of Chrysalis and Celestia floated close to him laughing right in his ears. The cacophony got louder and louder until even Luna began to feel it reverberate through her whole body. Soon she could no longer take it, and had to act.
“Begone!” She said, her voice calm, clear, and powerful. The light from her horn filled the chamber, instantly dispelling the demonic apparitions of Chrysalis and Celestia and burning away the cocoons that trapped the changelings. In mere seconds, Thorax’s dream had gone from being a hellish nightmare into something peaceful and quiet. Thorax slowly opened his eyes, and silently smiled as his fellow changelings buzzed down to surround him.
“Don’t worry, King Thorax, you are safe now. Be at peace,” Luna said as she gracefully trotted to Thorax’s side.
“Ah, Princess Luna, my love,” Thorax said in a distant, dreamy tone. “You’re the light that shines through the darkness.”
Luna just smiled and nodded. She knew that she was extremely beautiful, and many of her subjects fancied her. Ponies couldn’t control their dreams, and Luna knew that many of her subjects that dreamt…unsavory things…about her had no way of knowing if the object of their desire was merely a figment of their imagination or the real thing. After all, she was the one invading their mind; she had no right to be offended and merely took admiration in stride.
“Allow me to repay you,” Thorax said, finally giving Luna his full attention, licking his lips as he did so.
“It’s nothing, Thorax,” Luna said. She was about to hop out of his dream and replace herself with a dream apparition, but she was caught off guard when Thorax didn’t lean in for a kiss. She was confused when he opened his mouth wider and wider. Luna was transfixed by Thorax’s bioluminescent pink flesh as it pulsated, slapping wetly with itself as a giant hole opened in the back of his mouth.
“Um…Thorax...” Luna muttered, taking a step back before she felt her body seize up and levitate in the air. She felt her regalia levitate off of her, making her feel naked. Her hooves quickly moved to cover the indecency of her exposed point-of-shoulder, making Luna blush. She had little time to consider the situation before she lunched forward and was jammed deep into Thorax’s throat with a wet thud. Her front hooves were pinned against her chest, and her hind legs flailed uselessly in the air. Thorax’s throat was tight on Luna’s face, and his muscles almost crushed her as he swallowed over and over again in his quest to speedily consume her. His long, forked tongue greedily explored her curves as she disappeared behind his mandibles. Thorax’s throat held tightly to every inch of her body, making even Luna’s more subtle features visible from the outside. Once his swallowing had passed her rear, gravity made speedy work of her thin, bony hind legs. His tongue licked the frogs of her hind hooves as they slipped behind his chitinous lips, and one final, powerful gulp sent Luna slipping into Thorax’s stretchy stomach.
“King Thorax! What is the meaning of this!?” Luna shouted from inside his stomach. It was filled with pink light from his bioluminescent tissues, and molded perfectly around her form. A loud gurgle filled the hot and humid air as Luna felt herself being contorted and positioned by the stomach’s powerful muscles. They stopped once she was in a less awkward position and instant began to pulse around her in a steady rhythm.
“I’m happy to be able to give this gift of supreme bliss to you, Princess Luna,” Thorax said as he lied down on a soft pile of pillows that his subconscious had instinctively summoned. His fellow changeling swarmed around him to tenderly rub his engorged, princess-filled belly.
“Bliss?” Luna asked. She had been eaten a few times while she was dreamwalking, never once worse for the wear, but this was the first time that anypony described it as something pleasant. Luna felt the kneading of many tiny hooves pressing into her from the outside, and the fleshy chamber that she was in was beginning to fill up with a strange green liquid. Luna knew that she was in no danger; the realm of dreams was immaterial and any harm done would disappear as if it had never existed upon waking. Her curiosity led her to stay in the stomach, letting herself relax as the green fluid began to make the skin beneath her fur tingle pleasantly.
Indeed, the realm of dreams was immaterial, and everything in it was entirely the creation of the dreamer. Thorax knew changeling biology all too well, and knew that changeling stomach fluid was absolutely irresistible to ponies. His subconscious was the thing that decided that the fluid made Luna feel unbelievably happy the more she was drenched in it, and it was his subconscious that would continue to heighten Luna’s pleasure as his stomach worked to process her.
“O-oh…Thorax…this is quite nice,” Luna said as the combination of the rubbing changelings and stomach contractions massaged every worry from Luna’s body. She hadn’t felt this relaxed in over a millennium. Even the finest pampering from the best masseuses in Canterlot couldn’t come close to the full-body care that she was finding in Thorax’s tight gut. Her muted giggles turned to hushed moans as the level of fluid continued to rise, bathing her body more and more in its powerful mind-altering effects. The intensity of contractions ramped up with each passing gurgle, and Luna felt her body being tenderized with the stomach’s shocking might. The stomach fluid had made her body more and more sensitive to touch to more it ate away at her, and soon Luna couldn’t contain her euphoria. She moaned like a common mare, her eyes rolled up in the back of her head, while her body was driven to ecstasy unknown to living ponies. Luna’s moans drowned out the now-constant gurgling as she slowly lost feeling in all of her limbs. The green fluid began to turn a familiar dark blue as Luna was slowly goopified.
Luna closed her eyes, kissing Thorax’s stomach walls as she did so, and when she next opened them she saw that she was outside of Thorax. Rather, she was having an out-of-body experience, as she could clearly see her form tightly molded around in Thorax’s churning stomach. Luna still felt every euphoric sensation as Thorax’s gut made loud glorps that soon drowned out Luna’s ever-quieting moans. Eventually, Luna felt herself go silent, though that wasn’t the end. She felt an even greater rush as she saw herself slowly lose definition in Thorax’s stomach, her defined, bony contours giving way to a rotund, featureless gut. She could feel each and every slosh of her now goopified body, and each ripple in Thorax’s gut was like the happiness of a thousand lifetimes all at once.
Luna jolted awake drenched in a cold sweat. She gulped down the cool, dry air of her bedroom as her wits slowly returned to her. She levitated over a glass of water and sipped on it while a few more deep breaths calmed herself. She was in the waking world now, and Luna took a moment to contemplate what she had just experienced. Thorax’s conviction that digestion was pleasant was strong enough to addle even Luna’s mind. The mind-altering effects of the fluid had no lasting effect in the waking world, but the extreme, indescribable joy that she felt definitely lingered in the back of her mind.
“Never did I think that being digested could be so pleasant,” Luna thought to herself. “Oh well, ponies dream stranger things all the time. Speaking of which, I should get back to my duty.”
Luna set her glass of water in her nightstand, before lying back down and closing her eyes.
“Perhaps I’ll visit Thorax’s dream again tomorrow night…”
Princess Luna continued to visit Thorax’s dreams with increasing frequency. Whereas she used to be content with a visit once per month, they had steadily become once every few weeks, then once per week, then once every few days, until finally she was visiting his dreams every single night to cap off her duties. The dreams themselves were often different; sometimes Thorax would consume Luna just as he did that first night, sometimes Luna would be ‘prepared’ first by changeling servants dusting her with spices and wheeling her in on a silver platter, and other times she’d find herself shrunken to an inch tall and dangled playfully over Thorax’s gaping, glowing maw before plummeting in. Luna made sure to keep the dreams fresh for both her and Thorax, but the end result was always the same. Without fail, Luna would lose herself to ecstasy as her body was goopified into slush by Thorax’s bizarre changeling digestive system. The experience was always so intense that it would awaken Luna, which is why she’d only perform her visits as the last thing she did before dawn. She would awaken completely refreshed from the experience and feeling fit as a fiddle for the whole day, so much so that her sister began to take notice.
“You know, Luna,” Celestia began as she levitated a plate of blueberry pancakes over to her sister. “You’ve been looking much better lately. Did Starlight’s visit give you more peace of mind at night?”
“Starlight? Well…” Luna began with some uncertainty in her voice. She didn’t want to tell her sister that she had been consumed several dozen times now in Thorax’s dreams. Such actions were ill-befitting of a princess, and there was a dread in her heart wondering if Thorax ever suspected that he was consuming the real Luna and not some figment of his imagination. “…Yes, our relationship was troubling me for some time. I feel at peace now that our issues have been resolved, dear sister.”
“That’s wonderful,” Celestia continued with a warm, motherly smile. “I’ve missed you so much over the ages. Even as long lived as we are, a millennium apart is still a very long time. I’m glad that you are feeling like the you I knew so very long ago. If only you could share some of that energy with me.”
“What do you mean?” Luna asked, taking a bite into some fresh fruit as she did so. She used her tongue to toss it around in her mouth, similar to what Thorax did to her in the previous night’s dream.
“Oh, just the worries of ruling,” Celestia continued, staring down at her plate. “I never thought I’d actually be at this for so long. We were mere children when we had this responsibility thrust upon us. For centuries I’ve tried to move Equestria towards becoming a democratic republic, but popular opinion is still that I am most qualified to be the ultimate authority. I feel like I’ve become a symbol. Why, ponies have even begun to use my name in common sayings!”
Celestia took a deep breath and collected herself.
“My apologies. I just feel that being Head of State en perpetuem is draining on me,” she continued. “I just wish for a little pick-me-up sometimes.”
Suddenly, the doors of the dining hall creaked open as a couple of unicorn guards entered.
“Your Majesty, the ambassador from Griffonstone is ready for you,” the older guard said with a deep bow.
“Very well. I’ll join her at once,” Celestia said before turning to Luna. “I’m afraid I must take my leave now. Don’t worry about what I said. Sometimes those feelings just well up. I don’t mean to worry you. I’ll see you tonight for dinner.”
As Celestia and the guards left the dining room, Luna brought a hoof up to her chin in thought.
“Perhaps, dear sister, I may be able to give you what you seek,” she thought to herself.
Luna and Celestia met later that day for dinner. The two made idle chit-chat, with Celestia going on about how the Griffonstone ambassador looked like a plump chicken and acted like one too at the diplomatic luncheon, pecking at his salad as if it was a bowl of chicken feed. Luna always found her sister’s stories about misadventures in diplomacy to be fascinating, but she could definitely see the weariness on Celestia’s face as they spoke. Soon afterwards, the pair performed the hallowed ritual of turning day into night, and bid each other goodnight before heading off to their respective chambers.
“Worry not, dear sister,” Luna said to herself with a smirk as she latched shut the entrance to her bedchamber. “Tonight’s dream will be sweeter than you think…”
Without delay, Luna climbed into her bed and snuffed out all the lights in her room. She pulled the covers over her tiny blue body, and shut her eyes. Her breathing slowed, and her mind cleared. To an outside observer, Luna appeared to be asleep. To her, though, the darkness of slumber slowly faded into the airy realm of the Dreamscape. Luna was no stranger to this universe of thought and emotion, and it took her no time at all to will herself to instantly travel its vast expanses until she reached a large gold and white door with a stylized sun emblazoned at its center. Luna did not often enter her sister’s dreams out of respect, but she showed little hesitation as her foreleg slowly pushed open the entrance to Celestia’s mind. Blinding white light surrounded Luna, and when it faded, she was surprised to find herself inside a dreary office filled with stacks of paper. The only other thing in the office was her sister sitting at a desk, signing papers infinitely as they appeared out of thin air in her inbox.
Luna stepped forward, absorbing the entire scene. She could move freely; ponies in dreams often existed in a state of auto-pilot unless Luna manually brought them into lucidity by interacting with them directly. Luna could have wiggled her butt in front of Celestia’s face, but it would be as if she was invisible until Luna actually addressed her.
“Hmm...if this is what my sister has been dreaming lately, I’d hate to see her nightmares,” Luna muttered to herself as she stared at her sister. Even in her dreams, Celestia looked tired and solemn. Luna knew that she had to act, and this would be the best opportunity to give her sister some ‘rejuvenation’ that she’d ever get.
Luna faded into the shadows while her horn glowed. From the darkness, she created a dreamy apparition in the form of Thorax. It was an exact replica, without any flaw or defect. It moved as he did, sounded as he did, and even thought as he did…at least, from what Luna had so intimately learned about him over the past few months. With a nudge, she spurred her creation into action.
The Dream Thorax slowly trotted up behind where Celesta was sitting, taking a moment to totally absorb her beauty with his alien-looking purple eyes. Luna even caught her apparition liking its lips hungrily, and she knew then that she had made him exactly the way she wanted him to be. He placed the end of his foreleg on Celestia’s haunch, and began to nuzzle her neck.
“Prince Thorax…” Celestia said as her dream self lethargically began to take mind of her visitor. “…Ah yes, our meeting…sorry about the mess…”
“It’s okay, Princess,” Thorax said, slowly getting closer to Celestia and beginning to kiss her neck now.
“P-Prince Thorax!” Celestia said as her cheeks flushed red. She was about to say more, but a green foreleg to her mouth silenced her.
“Shh…” Thorax whispered. “Changelings share love now, and let me share with you the greatest love of all…”
With that, Thorax’s long, glowing tongue slipped out of its mouth and began to caress Celestia’s withers, leaving a trail of glowing saliva in its wake as it slowly explored the rest of her body. Celestia’s mouth opened as if to say something, but her parted lips slowly relaxed as a quiet moan escaped. Her neck arched as Thorax’s tongue found itself coiling around her foreleg for a moment before unwinding and treating her belly to its caress. With a gentle nudge, Thorax pushed Celestia down and onto her back, where he continued to kiss and lick Celestia’s broad, flat belly. Her front hooves came to rest behind his horns, but it was clear that he was the one in charge. Thorax thoroughly licked Celestia’s top until she was drenched in his warm, gooey saliva before he went further downward, licking Celestia’s thighs and slowly making his way down her long, bony legs. He paid special attention to Celestia’s cutie marks, licking and kissing it on both sides of her. Luna smiled; she could definitely see that her sister was enjoying Thorax’s worship of her…and she’d be enjoying herself a lot more in a moment.
Thorax finally reached Celestia’s hind hooves, flicking off her golden horseshoes with his tongue. He licked the frogs of her hooves for a bit, eliciting a giggle out of the enthralled monarch, before his long tongue began to coil her hind legs together. Celestia was still lost in her own arousal, playfully wiggling her hooves as Thorax slowly pulled them into his mouth. With a big smile, he took a gulp and started Celestia on the long and sensual journey down his throat. Celestia didn’t even realize what was happening until Thorax took another gulp and came to a stop around the middle of Celestia’s cannons. Celestia looked downward, surprised to see her legs gradually vanishing into Thorax’s maw.
“Prince Thorax...” Celestia said, her voice adopting a confused, distant tone.
“Just relax…it feels good, doesn’t it?” Thorax asked, with his voice sounding clear despite a mouthful of Celestia leg clogging his throat.
Indeed, Celestia did find the warm, plush wetness of Thorax’s esophagus oddly compelling. Luna had made sure to recreate every aspect of it in as much detail as possible when she made the apparition, and Celestia’s melting expression told her that she was successful.
Celestia continued to moan softly and Thorax took another gulp, this time climbing up to her soft, meaty flanks. His malleable changeling mouth expanded as he took more and more in, and his repeated gulping began to feel like the best leg-rub that Celestia had ever experienced. She could have fallen asleep from the sensation, were she not lunched forward as Thorax took another gulp. By now, Celestia was beginning to feel just how tight his throat was, especially as he swallowed her up to her stomach. Her entire lower half felt completely compressed, but not crushingly so. It was a uniform pressure that made Celestia feel like she was slipping into a tight cocoon crafted just for her. Another gulp sent a pulse throughout her body and forced a little air out of her lungs as Thorax’s lips came just below the barrel of her chest.
Celestia was quickly becoming quite infatuated with being swallowed alive, even more than Luna anticipated. Her lips were curled into a big smile, and Celestia rocked back and rock to assist Thorax with her consumption. He swallowed more and more of her, using his telekinesis to remove the rest of Celestia’s regalia from her to leave her completely naked. Celestia cooed as his jaws gradually took in her chest, leaving only her neck and outstretched forelegs remaining. With a mighty lurch, Thorax, stood on his legs and tilted his head up, allowing gravity to assist with making Celestia quickly vanish down his throat. With a few short, speedy gulps, Celestia’s squeaking head disappeared from view completely, and he greedily slurped up the rest of her forelegs. The last bit to vanish past Thorax’s lips was Celestia’s aurora mane, which looked like a piece of glowing cotton candy as Thorax sucked the last of it in and sent it down to his stomach.
Luna watched with extreme fascination as her sister’s bulging form was slowly funneled into Thorax’s gut with each and every gulp, eventually forming a lumpy, wriggling mass. Thorax laid down on a soft mattress that Luna had willed into existence beside him, and breathed a sigh of relief now that he was done with the hard part. Luna stepped out of the shadows, trotting closer to Thorax and laying down beside him on the bed. His mouth eagerly opened wide for her, but Luna quickly shut it.
“Not right now, you glutton,” Luna said, making the Dream Thorax give a whimper of dejection. She instead turned to the large mound of changeling gut sitting beside her. Even through the layers of fat and chitin, Luna could hear her sister giggling like a little foal from the affectionate attention the stomach muscles were surely giving her. She placed a hoof on Thorax’s bloated gut, and began to gently rub around her sister’s contours, which elicited even more giggles and squirming.
“Excellent work, my creation,” Luna said to the smug-looking Dream Thorax. “Now, why don’t you give her the full treatment?”
Thorax nodded, and he closed his eyes in concentration. His stomach began to gurgle and churn, and Celestia’s squirming intensified. Luna rubbed around the shifting bulges, knowing full well that soon Celestia’s fears would be drowned out by wave after wave of world-shattering bliss that only changeling digestive fluids could give her. Soon enough, Luna heard load moans as Celestia’s wriggling continued to intensify. She knew that her sister must now be getting drenched in fluid, and the loud gurgling of Thorax’s belly told her that his muscles must be tightening all around her body in their ultimate massage. Indeed, Luna even saw an imprint of her sister’s head bulge out from the belly, but Thorax’s foreleg quickly shoved it back down.
“Gotta make sure everything digests evenly, you know?” Thorax said. Luna giggled; Thorax had done the same to her several times in his dreams. She knew exactly what he was talking about.
Luna slowly caressed Thorax’s belly for what seemed like several hours, slowly appreciating Celestia’s form getting smoother and smoother, and her cries of ecstasy getting weaker and weaker as she was goopified. Before long, Thorax’s gut was completely round, and silent except for the occasional gurgle and glorp.
“You made excellent work of her,” Luna said, staring at Thorax’s gigantic belly with red cheeks. “I’m quite envious.”
The Dream Thorax opened his glowing maw wide.
“There’s still room for you,” he said as his tongue snaked out and began to dance in front of Luna’s eyes.
“Thanks…but I must pass,” she said, batting the wiggling appendage away. “I do have my duties to take care of. Besides, you’re merely an apparition. I can always visit the real Thorax’s dream to satisfy my desires.”
With a flick of her horn a shimmering portal manifested out of thin air. Luna rose up and gave Thorax’s belly one last pat, appreciating the jiggling of what remained of her sister. Of course, this was a dream, and Celestia would wake up none the worse for wear in the morning. She half imagined that the goop was still conscious, as evidenced by the lack of collapse of Celestia’s dream.
“I’ll let you two have some alone time,” Luna said as she stepped through the portal, disappearing into mist as she left into the Dreamscape.
“Yeah…alone time,” the Dream Thorax snickered, rubbing his princess-filled belly some more.
Luna finished the rest of her duties that night, ending with her usual tradition of allowing herself to be eaten in Thorax’s dream. She awoke refreshed as she usually did, and went down to the dining hall for breakfast. Unsurprisingly, Luna noticed Celestia humming happily to herself with a spring in her step as she dressed their table.
“Good morning, dear sister,” Luna said with a smile.
“Oh, Luna, good morning,” Celestia said, slipping into a more muted demeanor, as if trying to downplay her mood.
“I see that you made my favorite, pineapple pancakes with chocolate sauce,” Luna said, sitting down. She didn’t want to say anything that would betray her being the source of last night’s dream.
“Yes, I figured that a splendid day required a splendid breakfast, wouldn’t you agree?” She asked warmly.
“Indeed. I’m tired after last night’s dreamwalking. I took a look at the ambassador’s dream. I don’t believe in stereotyping, but there was an ocean of gold coins that he was swimming in,” Luna said with a chuckle.
“Well, there is no wrong way to fantasize, Luna,” Celestia said.
That night, Celestia found herself in another dream. It was different from the droll office of the previous night, now taking place in a dark, misty jungle. Celestia strolled down a long path, not knowing why she was there or where she was going. The path seemed to go on for ages, until a voice called out from the bushes.
“I’m here, Princess,” Thorax said. Everything else in the dream was a new creation, except for him. Luna had assumed that he’d simply vanish upon Celestia waking, but instead he lingered in the recesses of her mind. He was created with one goal in mind…to eat Celestia, and he’d do that function every night for as long as he existed.
“…So I’m thinking of inviting King Thorax over for a diplomatic visit,” Celestia said as she swallowed a strawberry coated in whip cream.
Princess Luna nearly choked on her breakfast, but maintained a steady composure. “I suppose it would be nice. Praytell, what prompted you to make this decision?”
“I’ve been thinking about updating our treaties to better facilitate trade and prosperity. Besides, it’s been a long time since we’ve last seen him,” Celestia continued. This, of course, was an utter lie; for the past few months, Celestia had dreamed of Thorax swallowing and digesting her every night without fail. She had come to love her nightly pleasures, all the while completely oblivious to the fact that her sister shared her sweet dreams.
“Well, I’m certain that it would be good to host him,” Luna continued, patting her lips with a napkin. After her recent discoveries, she would like to get to know him better.
“It’s settled then. We’ll aim for sometime a few weeks from now,” Celestia continued. “That should give me enough time to marinate…I mean…ruminate on my decisions.”
Luna suppressed a giggle. She knew exactly what was on her sister’s mind…
The herald pony stepped into the throne room and cleared his throat.
“ANNOUNCING THE ARRIVAL OF THE LORD SOVERIEGN OF THE CHANGELING HIVE, KING THORAX!” He shouted to the rest of the busy hall before shuffling off to the side. The diplomats and attendants that crowded the room also went silent and stood off to the side, clearing a path to the entrance. The massive cedar doors opened, and a tall, green changeling stepped forth, flanked by a small entourage of other changelings that made a verifiable rainbow of colors. The small swarm gallantly trotted forward and took a small bow.
“Thank you for inviting us, Your Majesties,” Thorax said in his distinct confident yet dorky voice. “How have you been?”
“We’ve been well, thank you for asking,” Celestia said, her eyes stealing glances at Thorax’s mouth. “I imagine that you’re weary after your long journey. My servants will attend to your every need until our business concludes later this afternoon. We can discuss politics starting tomorrow. Tonight, let us all relax and be merry.”
With a wave of her hoof, Thorax and his fellow changelings were approached by a maid mare, performed a little curtsey.
“This way, sirs. I’ll lead you to the guest chambers. Don’t hesitate to tell me anything you desire. I will do my best to make it so,” she said a bubbly, sing-songy voice before turning around and leading Thorax and his group into a hallway to the side.
As the group left the throne room, one changeling nudged his companion.
“Anything, huh?” He said in a mischievous voice while licking his lips.
Celestia, Luna, and Thorax spent most of the following morning discussing trade agreements. It was droll work, but it needed to be done. The current treaties were drawn up erring on the side of caution; despite the change in leadership, Celestia still had no idea what the changelings were capable of. In the past few years, however, the changelings seemed to be a peaceful race, and Celestia was ready to allow them greater economic privileges.
“…I would also like to propose a business visa program that would allow changelings to work in Equestria. I feel that they can bring new and valuable goods and services to my citizens,” Celestia said as she passed a few papers to Thorax.
“That seems like a good idea,” Thorax said, his purple eyes scanning the text. “Honey production has been up. In addition to a good source of nutrients, pony guests in the hive have found it to be a great numbing agent. I’m sure that it can be sold for medicinal uses.”
Thorax yawned widely, exposing the glowing, pulsating flesh of his mouth. Celestia and Luna were both transfixed by the gaping maw. Every subtle motion seemed to perfectly accentuate the alien nature of his biology. Celestia gulped, and her face reddened as she imagined just how easily it would be to lean forward and let those magnificent mandibles take her.
Thorax closed his mouth quickly and shook his head.
“I’m sorry,” Thorax said. “I’m still tired from the journey.”
“Perhaps now would be a good time to break for lunch,” Celestia said, collecting her composure. “Whatever you’d like, we can arrange. I’m sorry, love is hard to put on a menu.”
“Well, it’s not just love,” Thorax said. “Besides, we’re more than capable of producing enough good emotions on our own now. But, our bodies do require a little actual food. Some nectar would be a great pick-me-up right now.”
“There are plenty of flowers in the royal gardens,” Luna continued. “Why don’t I show you while my sister has something a little more...traditional.”
“That would be lovely, Princess!” Thorax said as his wings buzzed in delight.
Celestia was a little sad to be denied the opportunity to watch Thorax eat, but she mused that there would always be time for that at dinner. She waved the pair goodbye as they left the room and began to arrange the notes. She wanted to tidy up before she found something to stuff her face with as well. Truth be told, Celestia was starving. She had skipped breakfast to have a few more blissful moments in her dream, which had become more and more intense as the date of Thorax’s arrival approached. They felt so real, and Celestia genuinely feared that she might say something uncouth towards her guest because of it. For now, she’d be as careful as she could be.
“…And this, King Thorax, is the Royal Garden in all its splendor,” Luna said as the two crossed the hedge threshold into the castle’s garden. The place was a paradise; cobblestone paths winded around exotic trees and shrubs. Flowers imported from around the known world made the very ground look like the creation of Equestria’s finest artist. The soft singing of birds could be heard from within bushes, and the sweet scent of flowers in bloom wafted through the air.
“Whoa…it’s beautiful,” Thorax said, eyes wide and mouth agape as he took it all in. “I’ve never seen something so amazing in my entire life…”
“Oh, it’s really nothing,” Luna said as she led Thorax deeper into the garden, her obsidian horseshoes making gentle clacking sounds as she gracefully stepped on the cobblestone path. “Please, help yourself.”
“A-are you sure?” Thorax stammered. “I feel like this place is too gorgeous to be touched.”
“Relax, King Thorax,” Luna continued. “The horticulturalists on staff are more than capable of taking care of anything we do to the garden. Drink all the nectar you please.”
“Alright, I’ll be gentle though,” Thorax replied. Tenderly he stepped towards a gigantic pink rosebush, taking great care to not step on anything and deface this blessed space. He leaned in, sniffing the flower and probing it with the end of his snout, reveling in the plush softness of its petals. Slowly, his lips parted and a long, glowing tongue slipped out. It wormed its way into the rose’s center, lapping at the sweet nectar that lie hidden deep within. It would scoop perhaps a single drop’s worth, before ferrying it back into Thorax’s mouth and sending it dripping down his throat. Luna bit her lip and stared at his throat as it undulated with each and swallow. She could swear that she could feel those same throat muscles gripping her sides, ready to send her plummeting into blissful oblivion. The thought of it made her drool almost as much as Thorax.
Once Thorax was done with that rose, his snout darted to the one beside it, draining it of its nectar as well. The changeling drank his fill, lapping up nectar from almost every flower on the bush. When he was finished, he licked the stray pollen dust off his lips and returned to Luna’s side.
“That nectar was absolutely delicious,” he said with a satisfied grin. “I could even taste residue of the love from the gardeners towards it. I feel completely satisfied now.”
“Satisfied? Are you sure?” Luna said with a hint of disappointment in her voice.
“Yep, I feel totally energized now,” Thorax affirmed.
“This garden is far from any guard patrol. Are you sure you’re not still hungry?” Luna asked.
“Um…nope, I’m fine,” Thorax said with a hint of confusion in his voice. Why was the princess being so pushy about this?
Princess Luna turned around, wiggling her butt rhythmically at Thorax.
“Are you sure you don’t have a craving that only a darker palate can satisfy?” Luna said while looking over her shoulder.
Thorax stared silently, his gaze shifting between Luna’s face and her bony butt. After a few moments of awkward silence, Luna’s expression soured.
“You know, you looked at me a lot more hungrily last night in your dream,” she said in a deadpan tone.
Thorax gasped.
“I…uuuh…don’t know what you’re talking about,” he stammered, taking a step back.
Luna took a deep breath and rolled her eyes.
“Luna, my love, you look especially mouthwatering in that maid outfit,” Luna said, imitating Thorax’s voice, making fun of a line he had said just the previous night in his dream.
“H-hey! I don’t control my dreams!” Thorax said, now visibly sweating. “I-I mean…you’re pretty and all, but I’m not really crushing on you!”
“It seems that you must like the subject though, given how often you dream about consuming me,” Luna replied.
“You’ve been spying on my dreams? For how long!?” Thorax said.
“Oh, spying?” Luna said with a chuckle. “King Thorax, I’ve been doing a lot more than spying. Those Lunas you’ve sent down that luscious throat of yours? They’ve been me…for months”
“M-months?” Thorax stammered. “But why?”
“Because I enjoy it, bugbrain!” Luna said, trotting close to Thorax and hooking her foreleg around his hoof. Her snout came to within inches of Thorax’s and she looked deeply into his big, purple eyes. “…And I was thinking that perhaps you could make my dreams come true…”
Thorax’s jaw dropped.
“G-gosh Princess Luna, don’t you think this is a little fast?” Thorax said, barely able to choke out his words. “I mean, what would Princess Celestia think if I ate her sister?”
“Oh, don’t worry about that,” Luna said with a snarky voice. “I’ve left a little surprise in her head. She’s been dreaming as much as being your lunch as much as I have. Besides, you assume that I want you to eat me in reality. I know what happens to food in a changeling stomach. I’ve done my research. Instead, I was thinking we can pull a prank on my sister.”
“A prank? What do you mean?” Thorax asked.
“I’m not sure if you’ve heard much about my time as Nightmare Moon,” Luna began. “I admit, I was a drama queen back then and needed some time to cool down, but a millennium in the moon was still an overreaction from my sister. I just think, to be fair, she should be sealed one-thousand years as well…in a powerful changeling stomach!”
“You call wanting me to eat her a prank?” Thorax continued. “Princess, I must admit, you’ve caught me. I love to eat pones, they’re really tasty. I’ve eaten over several dozen now, but each and every time I treat it as a sacred act worthy of respect. I mean, it’s not something a pony can easily come back from, if at all. We changelings completely digest their body, and nine times out of ten their soul stays within us to continue an existence of bliss. I don’t even think the most powerful of necromancy can bring a pony back at that point.”
“Oh Thorax, a millennium is a long, LONG time, trust me,” Luna said. “If I truly wanted to bring her back, I’m certain that I could devise a spell to do so, even if it would take centuries to do so. Besides, my sister has grown tired of ruling. Trust me, she’d love to be gurgled away into nothing but joy. If your digestion feels even half as good as the dreams I’ve been programming her with, then she certainly won’t regret it.”
“Really? You’re sure?” Thorax asked. His heart was beginning to beat hard. Consuming Celestia had always been a dream of his ever since he was a grub. He always thought it would just be a fantasy, but here he was, plotting her demise with her own sister offering her on a silver platter...perhaps even literally. He couldn’t help but lick his lips; Princess Twilight had been absolutely delicious, and her love energy was the most powerful that Thorax had ever absorbed. He salivated as just how much of a rush consuming Celestia would give him.
“You’re drooling,” Luna said with a stifled giggle, using her hoof to wipe away some of the bioluminescent dribble.
“…I’ll consider it,” Thorax said.
“If you’re really too nervous, then it’s perfectly fine if you refuse,” Luna said. “I just think that it would be great fun, as well as unifying our two nations in both a figurative and literal sense!”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” Thorax muttered, averting his gaze from the overly eager Luna. “I tell you what. I’ll test the waters. How about that?”
“That’s all I can ask of you,” Luna said before she turned around and started cantering towards the garden’s exit. “I suppose we should get back. Celestia might grow suspicious that you consumed me…or envious~”
The pair returned to the negotiating room, where Celestia sat on her sofa reviewing what she and Thorax had agreed to. She gave them a nod of acknowledgement before shuffling her papers off to the side.
“Ah, Luna, King Thorax, please come in,” Celestia said, gesturing to their old seats. “I trust that you two had a good luncheon together.”
“Yes, I showed him the Royal Garden,” Luna said. “He treated himself to some fresh rose nectar. It seems like that’s not much, but he tells me he’s full.”
“King Thorax, I hope that if you need anything more, we will not hesitate to accommodate,” Celestia said.
“Oh no, it’s perfectly fine. Remember, we have different biological needs than ponies do. That nectar left me refreshed,” Thorax mentioned. He opened his mouth, deliberately but subtlety turning towards Celestia so she’d get a good look. He held his mouth open as he took a deep sigh, letting Celestia stare into the yawning abyss of his throat. He saw her focus shift from his eyes to his mouth, where she looked with fascination. She licked her own lips and gulped, and Thorax could see that her eyes shifted in time with each and every motion of his bioluminescent flesh. He slowly closed his mouth, robbing Celestia of her eye-candy.
“Sorry about that,” Thorax said, a bit more confident now. He had doubted Luna’s story, but his changeling instincts recognized the look on Celestia’s face was a look of desire. Perhaps there was some truth to her words, he thought. However, he was too focused to realize that Luna herself was also transfixed by his mouth, unable to tear her eyes away from the soft, pillowy tissues.
“I suppose we should continue,” Celestia began, levitating some papers over. “First, I’ve been thinking about immigration policy…”
Celestia continued to drone on and on about tariffs and tax codes, while Thorax began to relax. He’d sometimes yawn, noting that Celestia would sometimes stop mid sentence to gaze longingly into the glowing pit of his throat, always shrugging it off as a bad habit of his. As time went on, he got a little more brazen with his teasing and began to lick his lips whenever Celestia turned to look at him. He thought it was adorable how her cheeks would flush red as she turned away. The more Thorax tested his power over Celestia, the hungrier he got. The love radiating from Celestia’s body was delectable, and was enough to make him settle on his ultimate decision.
“Princess Celestia,” Thorax said, making sure to open his mouth as wide as he could as he spoke. “I find this room to be stuffy. Perhaps we can continue our negotiations somewhere else?”
“Oh…of course,” Celestia said, feeling herself getting hot. She found Thorax’s throat to be more handsome and more inviting than even her most intense dreams. She was completely oblivious to the fact that he was teasing her; her fantasy of disappearing into his stomach played out over and over in her head. “Where would you prefer?”
“Your private chambers sound like a good place. I imagine it’s very comfortable in there,” Thorax said, turning and giving a wink to Luna as Celestia began to gather up all of the loose documents.
“Oh, yes, good idea King Thorax. Perhaps something more private will just be what we both need,” Celestia said.
The trio got up and exited into the hallway, where they began to trot through the winding corridors of Cantarlot castle towards Celestia’s tower. Celestia took the lead, and Thorax licked his lips as he stared at her luscious flanks swaying back and forth. It seemed like it was his turn to be enthralled, this time by his lovely prey. He went over scenarios in his head, thinking about what would be the smoothest way to consume her. After all, just because he intended to swallow her doesn’t mean he couldn’t be a gentlebug!
However, his musings stopped when a pair of Thorax’s entourage approached as they turned a corner.
“King Thoraaaax!” Whined the bright purple changeling.
“Yes, brothers?” Thorax whispered, gesturing to Celestia and Luna to continue trotting. “Make it quick, I have important business to attend to.”
“King Thorax, sir, we’re bored,” the changeling continued. “All of the others except for us are busy eating…”
His orange companion quickly jabbed the purple changeling’s side.
“MEETING…meeting other ponies here. We’re just not having any luck!” He continued.
“Is there something wrong?” Celestia said, too far ahead to catch all of the details of the conversation.
“Nothing is wrong, Princess. As for you two, why don’t you tag along with us? I’m sure that you’ll find someone to meet,” Thorax said with a wink towards his changeling companions, who buzzed with excitement.
The group continued to trot through the castle, passing marble busts of famous politicians and stained glass windows produced by the finest artisans in Equestria. All the while, Thorax had to hold back the two changelings whenever they passed any of the maids and butlers that went about their business in the halls.
“You know, I hear the maid outfit makes them taste even better,” the purple changeling whispered to his orange friend.
“Shush, don’t get excited and blow it,” replied the orange changeling. “King Thorax will let us know when we can meet a pony…”
The group passed a huge painting of Celestia reclining on a sofa, then turned a corner and began climbing a large stairway. Up and up they went, with each step bringing everyone present closer and closer to their final destination. It gave a moment for Thorax to contemplate the sacred act that he’d soon perform. He felt truly honored and humbled that soon Princess Celestia, one of the most powerful and influential beings in the world, would soon find nirvana within his stomach. She’d join her former pupil in eternal bliss within him, and Thorax felt happy that he’d be able to do it and not his witch of a former queen. He’d give Celestia the treatment that she deserved, and hopefully she’d find her consumption enjoyable. If not…well…he had ways to help ‘persuade’ her.
The group eventually reached the top of the tower, where the magnificent ivory doors of Celestia’s chamber stood proudly flanked by two guards. The guardsponies immediately bowed to the princess, and opened the doors for her.
“Now, my brothers,” King Thorax said, turning to the pair of changelings. “The princesses and I have important business that must be done in private.”
“Aww, but what about meeting ponies?” The purple one asked, feeling a little disappointed.
“King Thorax, I’m glad that your fellow changelings are so eager to socialize,” Celestia said as she turned to the guards stationed at her door. “Silver Spear, Shield Bearer, this will be a great time for you to make some friends. Don’t worry about us, take it easy this shift.”
With that, Thorax, Luna, and Celestia entered the bedchamber and shut the door with a satisfying click, leaving the guardsponies and the changelings outside. The four ponies stared awkwardly at each other for several minutes, not sure about what to do in this strange predicament.
“Ahem...so…how’s the weather?” The orange changeling asked.
“Good. It’s always good in Canterlot,” the guardspony replied gruffly.
“Heh heh…okay…” the orange changeling replied, awkwardly gazing around the small antechamber.
“…So,” the purple changeling began, “Do you have any entertainment when you’re on your shift?”
“No, we must remain focused at all times,” said the other guard.
“Hmm…hey, this gives me an idea!” The purple changeling exclaimed. “Why don’t we show you some changeling entertainment?”
Without waiting for the guardsponies’ reply, the purple changeling’s horn began to glow green. A cloud of white smoke coalesced at the tip, growing to be about the size of his head before floating directly in front of the guardponies’ faces. It flattened as it began to spin in the air, and a glowing rainbow swirl began to rotate and shine right into the guardponies’ eyes…
“Please take a seat wherever you’d like. I’ll get a fire going. It does get quite chilly in this tower,” Celestia said as she trotted over to the empty hearth and began to neatly stack fresh cedar logs in a neat little pyramid.
As Thorax looked over for a place to sit, he felt a brief pain in his head, like his brain was being punctured. It didn’t hurt that much, but it made his head feel like it was going numb.
“Thorax…can you hear me? Just think your response,” Luna’s voice echoed from all around. Her voice was tinny, as if it was being sent through some sort of filter.
“I can. Luna, what did you do?” Thorax thought in response.
“Telepathy spell. It has its uses. It’s not healthy to hold it for long so I’ll be quick. If you can get Celestia close to your mouth, I’ll give her a little nudge in,” Luna replied.
“You sure? Head-first might be a little tough,” Thorax replied.
“I’m sure she’s nothing you can’t handle. Besides, if she truly wanted out, I’m certain that my sister’s limited teleportation abilities would free her from your gullet, no matter how tightly your throat muscles gripped her,” Luna affirmed.
Thorax winced as another sharp pain went through his skull.
“Gotta go, just remember the plan,” Luna’s voice said before it completely vanished and Thorax’s head began to flood with clarity again. He shook his head a few times to clear himself up completely before he noticed that Celestia had finished getting a roaring fire going in the fireplace. She had taken a seat on her bed, where she laid on her belly while she reviewed documents.
“Princess, do you mind if I join you on that bed? It’ll be easier than passing notes back and forth,” Thorax asked.
“Oh, of course, King Thorax,” Celestia replied, scooting over so Thorax would have enough space. The changeling tenderly crept onto the feather-filled mattress, his face mere inches from Celestia’s. He was so close that he could smell her faint perfume. The scent of vanilla bean surrounded her like a miasma, which made her all the more delectable to Thorax.
“Princess,” Thorax said tenderly as he let his jaw drop, giving an intimate view of his glowing mouth.
“Yes?” Celestia said, turning her head and seeing his magnificent maw in all of its glory. Her lips parted is if to say something, but she remained silent as she stared in absolute wonder. She had dreamed of such a sight for countless nights, and it was even more enthralling viewing it in reality. It was distinctly alien, bearing only the most general of similarities with a pony mouth. Her eyes raced along his jaw line; while Thorax lacked elongated canines, his teeth were still slightly pointed and curved ever so slightly inward as if to grip potential prey. The end of his forked tongue peeked timidly out of the end of its fleshy sheath, twitching and flicking invitingly. He lacked a uvula, and the transition from plush tongue to ribbed throat was a seamless one. Celestia’s white snout leaned closer and closer, her eyes drinking in every little detail.
Suddenly, she found herself accelerating forward. Thorax was caught by surprise as well, angling his head downward at the last minute to avoid being impaled by Celestia’s horn. He almost gagged as the horn ran itself along his ribbed throat, funneling Celestia’s head into his open mouth. His snout knocked off her crown, which fell onto the bed with a dull thud. Thorax’s green cheeks bulged outward as they quickly wrapped around Celestia’s head up to her neck. Yet, the princess remained strangely still despite her entire view of the outside world being cut off.
“Mmmfmmm whhm!” Thorax said, the words he might have wanted to say being muffled to the point of incomprehensibility due to the mouthful of princess he had to talk around.
“Just relax, dear sister,” Luna said as she unlatched Celestia’s golden neckpiece and removed her golden horseshoes, levitating them onto the bed next to her discarded tiara. “You work too hard, enjoy yourself!”
Luna placed her hooves on Celestia’s flanks, using all of her strength to lift her sister up and push her forward…with much difficulty.
“S-sister, you really need to lay off the cakes!” Luna said as she strained to move her sister’s fat rump. Some strain was alleviated when Thorax took his first swallow, lurching forward and taking more of Celestia’s now-naked body into the powerful grip of his throat.
“Luna! Wh…what is the meaning of this!?” Celestia asked with confusion, oblivious to the fact that any sort of speech was unintelligibly muffled through inches of changeling flesh and muscle. Her horn glowed with magic as she readied a spell, but her concentration was broken as she felt Thorax’s throat muscles grip her cheeks and neck, pulling her deeper inside. The tight interior was bathed in a glowing pink bioluminescence, much like in Celestia’s dreams. However, what she was unprepared for was just how good being swallowed felt in the waking world. The warm wetness that bathed her face complimented the rubbery tightness of Thorax’s muscles holding her tightly. Even the scent was unexpectedly pleasant; the humid air in Thorax’s throat carried a faint hint of roses. Celestia felt herself lurch forward even more, with Thorax’s lips now pinning her forelegs to her sides and making her more and more helpless with every gulp. Her eyes rolled up in her head as she reveled in all of the exotic sensations that surpassed her wildest dreams.
On the outside, Luna continued to aid Thorax in his delectable deed, but struggling to lift up her sister for long. It felt like it would be cheating to use magic to aid in her descent, and she was also worried about her telekinesis accidentally pulling too much and making Thorax gag. She wanted to make this little prank of hers a good experience for both parties.
Things got easier as Thorax took another gulp, swallowing Celestia up to her stomach. Her forelegs were completely pinned now, and her hind legs weakly kicked in a form of playful resistance. Luna felt the weight from her sister’s rump be alleviated by Thorax’s sheer strength lifting his prey up, giving her a chance to look at how he was doing. She saw a look of contentment on his face, and a bulging, twitching, alicorn-shaped lump in his throat.
“My my, you’re making quick work of her,” Luna said as she rested a hoof on Thorax’s distended gullet, which prompted another swallow. Thorax’s lips were now half covering Celestia’s cutie marks, and a greedy forked tongue darted out to savor the tasted of her sun-patterned fur. Luna smiled as she heard a muffled giggle from within Thorax’s esophagus.
“It seems my sister rather enjoys being devoured. Allow me to continue helping you,” Luna said, lifting Celestia’s hind legs to straighten them out. She was completely limp; Luna doubted that Celestia had passed out from a lack of air, but rather she was so relaxed that she would allow Thorax to do anything to her. Indeed, Luna surmised that she had conditioned her sister quite well with her dreams.
Thorax’s pace quickened once he had gravity aiding in Celestia’s descent. Luna removed her hooves once Thorax had finally gulped his way down all the way down to her cannons, as it seemed like the changeling king had complete control over the situation. His tongue took advantage of the extra space around his lips to snake out and wrap around Celestia’s hind legs to bind them completely. As she slowly vanished behind his lips, the only motions she made were wiggling her elegant bare hooves back and forth. Even these came to a halt as Thorax gripped them with his teeth, and then sent them straight down his throat with one last swallow. After slurping up the last of her aurora tail, he collapsed on the bed with a look of complete satisfaction on his face.
“I can’t believe…I did it…” Thorax muttered in between his heavy breaths.
“I can!” Luna said gleefully. “I always knew your kind were ruthless predators!”
“H-hey!” Thorax replied lethargically, unable to even lift his head up.
“I meant that in a good way!” Luna continued. “Besides, now the fun part begins! How did she taste, by the way?”
“Like dawn’s first light…I know it’s weird, but that’s the first thing that comes to mind,” Thorax said. “Oooh…I can feel her love radiating out already. She must really be ready for this.”
Luna watched as Thorax’s now obscenely bulging belly shifted and churned, slowly guiding Celestia to be in a more compact position. After all, she was roughly Thorax’s size, and his stomach was so tight that Luna could see even finer features of her sister’s appearance. She couldn’t help but lightly run her hoof along her form, eliciting some muted chuckles from Thorax.
“Heh heh…that tickles!” He said.
“Sorry, I couldn’t resist,” Luna replied, recoiling her hoof.
“No, no, it’s good,” Thorax continued. “Rubbing will help your sister process. Besides, I can feel love radiating out from you too. It’s nice.”
“Well then, don’t mind if I do,” Luna said as she took off her obsidian horseshoes, setting them neatly next to her sister’s regalia. She tenderly rubbed Celestia’s form with her bare hooves, massaging her into complete relaxation while stomach muscles churned all around her. Luna bit her lip as her sister’s moaning became loud enough to be heard even through Thorax’s flesh, and a deep envy welled up within her heart. Already she began to yearn for the sensations that she had grown addicted to night after night.
On the inside of Thorax’s stomach, Celestia felt an intense pressure all around her. After their initial tossing and turning of her, the stomach walls quickly tightened up. She could move, but just barely. Yet, Celestia couldn’t believe it. It was quite literally a dream come true for her. She hadn’t realized just how much she wanted to be eaten. If she had known this a few years ago, she would have happily surrendered to Queen Chrysalis. Never in her wildest dreams did she think just how amazing it felt to have stomach muscles contract all around her in a steady rhythm, pinching and sliding all around her to give her a massage that even the best royal masseuses couldn’t compare with. All the while, the stomach walls worked in a strange green fluid into her fur. Celestia suspected that it was some sort of stomach acid, but it didn’t sting her skin as it soaked her fur. Rather, it made her skin feel warm and tingly, as if she was being was being tickled by countless feathers. It smelled of the sweetest nectar, and Celestia eagerly aided in the stomach’s efforts to coat her. She felt a little apprehensive about being inside of a changeling stomach, but she felt that she could spend a little bit more time enjoying herself.
Luna watched in awe as Thorax’s stomach made lewd glorping sounds as Celestia shifted around. Her muffled laughter was loud enough to penetrate Thorax’s flesh, and it only got louder as Luna began to rub a little harder.
“My sister seems to be enjoying herself,” Luna said, noting Celestia’s enthusiasm that seemed to grow with every passing minute.
“Yeah, changeling stomach fluid has that effect on ponies,” Thorax said with his tongue rolling out. “It’s magical, and stimulates the mind to produce nothing but love.”
“Judging by the look on your face, it seems that my sister is producing much
love,” Luna teased.
“Oh yes…” Thorax replied. “Over one thousand years of love, all being funneled into me…it’s delicious…”
“Does the fluid inhibit her magical abilities?” Luna asked.
“Oh, no, not at all, and that’s the best part,” Thorax said. “She could leave at any time, but the fluid is granting her so much bliss that she’ll choose to stay. It’s the BEST thing that you can EVER feel, and ponies always choose to stay.”
“The best thing…” Luna muttered to herself. She licked her lips; Thorax made it sound even more tantalizing than her dreams. Celestia’s sudden moaning broke her focus and prompted her to go back to rubbing.
“Hey, want to see something cool?” Thorax asked in between gurgles. He closed his eyes and was quickly consumed by a flash of green fire. When it dissipated, Thorax resembled his normal self, except his stomach was completely transparent.
“Oh my, nice trick,” Luna remarked.
“Just because us changelings have matured doesn’t mean we still aren’t in complete control of our bodies,” Thorax said.
“It’s a very handy skill, I can see,” Luna said as she turned her attention back to her sister. She could already see Celestia’s eyes rolling up into her skull and her tongue rolling out. The white alicorn would try to crane her head back to moan, but Thorax’s restrictive stomach made it so that she could barely move. Still, every motion seemed to made Celestia twitch and convulse with sheer pleasure. Luna could see the pool of glowing green stomach fluid surrounding Celestia up to her halfway point. It was gently bubbling, but Celestia was either oblivious to this or fully embraced it. Either way, Luna noted that Celestia was very quickly losing herself in the bliss.
Luna watched for hours as Celestia moaned and muttered, stroking her sister’s form while she got a front row seat to the reclamation of her sister’s body. Celestia’s convulsions got more intense as the stomach fluid worked its magic, melting away all of her fears and concerns just as readily as it melted her body. Luna began to notice that the pool of fluid was slowly growing white, and her sister was beginning to look much slimier. She pressed inward, finding little resistance but eliciting a loud moan from her sister as she was wracked with a rush of mind-shattering ecstasy.
“Oh my, she’s so soft!” Luna remarked.
“Yeah, seems like she’ll be done soon,” Thorax said, giving his bloated tum a tap. Even though Celestia was still conscious, his stomach seemed to have shrunk a little. “I wonder if she can feel being absorbed…”
Inside the stomach, Celestia was borderline mindless. The magical effects of the fluid had been swift and irreversible. Every time she felt like teleporting out, a nagging in the back of her head compelled her to stay. By the time she noticed that she had grown to sincerely desire digestion, she lacked the mental faculties to do anything other than embrace it. Nothing, nothing in her long life compared to the tender love and attention that Thorax’s stomach was providing to her. His massaging muscles sent wave after wave of bliss crashing over her. The goopification just made her nerves more sensitive, and every caress from Luna’s rubbing drove her deeper into her stupor. She couldn’t think, she could only be, and there was only the sweet release of the stomach.
When Celestia’s head finally sank under the surface of the now pearl-white goop and her moaning gave way to incessant gurgling, Luna knew that her sister was finished.
“There, one-thousand years as changeling chub should give you a nice lesson on overreactions,” Luna said to Thorax’s now completely round belly. “How was she?”
“Ahh, everything I imagine and more,” Thorax said. “Don’t stop rubbing, it’ll help with absorption. Changeling bodies convert every last drop into love energy, and Celestia was chock-full of it.”
Luna rested her head against Thorax’s gut as she rubbed, hearing every little squelch and glorp as Thorax’s body completely merged with was left of her sister. Over the course of another hour, Thorax’s gut gradually shrank until there was zero trace that he had ever taken an alicorn within himself. He was completely back to normal, with absolutely no evidence of Celestia’s digestion other than a neatly arrange set of golden regalia beside him.
“Is she completely gone now?” Luna asked.
“Well, in body. In spirit, her soul remains inside me. Sometimes our snacks leave us, but most of the time they stay within us to experience an eternity of bliss. I wonder how surprised she’ll be when she finds Princess Twilight’s soul floating around in there,” Thorax remarked.
“You mean you’ve consumed my sister’s former pupil as well?” Luna asked.
“Yeah, she was a guest at the last Gorbfest. Her and her friends had a wonderful time,” he said.
Luna bit her lip. The way he just casually talked about how he devoured and digested yet another alicorn as if he had done her a favor gave her a thrill that she hadn’t felt in over a millennium. His stomach was powerful, strong, a herald of conquest. None could deny his appetite, and yet he remained benevolent throughout it all. She looked at him warmly, and finally knew what she truly wanted.
“Well, how are we going to explain this to the guards?” Thorax said absentmindedly.
“Oh, I’m certain you’ll find a way,” Luna replied.
“Well, I suppose that ends negotiations, at least for today,” Thorax said, getting up off of the former ruler’s bed. “I guess I’ll head back to the guest room to hang out for a while.”
“King Thorax…” Luna said weakly, reaching her hoof out in longing.
“Yes, Princess?” He asked. Turning around though, he saw the excitement and desire in Luna’s eyes. He smiled and relaxed; she was giving him a look that he had dreamed about for so long, and he instantly knew what she wanted.
Wordlessly, he levitated off her regalia, slipping off her hind horseshoes as her dainty little tiara and neckpiece flew off of her, coming to rest right beside Celestia’s regalia. His snout dipped and met hers with a soft, tender kiss. When he opened his mouth wide, he didn’t even need to lean forward. Luna pushed her snout in, gazing into Thorax’s purple eyes lovingly as her chin rested on his tongue.
The tender moment ended as Thorax opened his mouth even wider, his lips extending all the way up to Luna’s horn and taking it in. Just as he did with Celestia, Thorax angled his head to keep Luna’s horn from puncturing anything. Conversely, this also meant that her head slid right in, with Thorax consuming everything up to her neck.
“Oh, it’s so beautiful!” Luna’s muffled voice sounded from within Thorax’s cheeks. “Please! Take me!”
Thorax’s cheeks flushed red from Luna’s eagerness to be eaten. She was making his dreams come true, and he couldn’t be happier to be Luna’s predator. Of course, he had always intended on eating Celestia and Luna eventually, but he thought it would be them accepting an invitation to a Gorbfest. Never did he think that he’d end up enjoying them in the seat of their power, in Celestia’s bedchambers no less! Unfortunately for Luna, this excitement meant that Thorax savored her less than he did with Celestia. He greedily gobbled her down, making his whole body ripple and convulse with each powerful gulp. He swallowed past her neck, past her outstretched wings (which were easily bent down by Thorax’s strong swallowing), and down to her flanks before he took a moment to rest. He took a few deep breaths to regain his composure, taking a moment to bring his foreleg to his obscenely bulging throat to free Luna’s tight outline. He knew from testimony that his throat could be uncomfortably tight compared to his stretchy stomach, so with a heave Thorax once more began to gulp down Luna. He gulped past her bony butt and hind legs, letting gravity assist him in sealing the last of her within him. The last trace of her vanished through his lips when he drank up Luna’s night-sky tail, noting that it had felt more gaseous than Celestia’s tail did. Either way, he could feel Luna being sensually squeezed down his esophagus and being forced into his empty pouch of a stomach. Thorax could feel Luna moving around much more than Celestia did; even though his belly bulged with her form, Luna was much smaller than her sister. Thorax didn’t even have to lie down once she was inside, finding himself able to stand up perfectly well despite his belly coming to mere inches above the floor.
Thorax winced as he felt the pain of Luna’s telepathy spell once more.
“Oh, thank you King Thorax!” Luan’s voice sounded in Thorax’s head. “It feels even better in here than in your best dreams!”
“Doesn’t it?” Thorax wistfully replied. “I can already feel your intense love. It’s invigorating. Just sit back, relax, and let everything melt away.”
“Oooh…I can feel it already,” Luna thought as Thorax’s stomach began to rumble and gurgle. “I can’t see a thing…it was like my sister wasn’t even here…”
“Nope…completely gone…” Thorax said as he began to get drunk on Luna’s love for his stomach. “Soon...you’ll join me completely too…”
“Oh, and here I thought you were too innocent to talk dirty to a princess,” Luna replied as Thorax’s stomach groaned. “Thorax…it’s starting…”
“Yeah…I can tell…” Thorax muttered. His carapace began to feel tingly and sensitive, and he began to feel a different joy well within him separate from his usual satisfaction. “Luna...I feel…everything you’re feeling…don’t stop the spell!”
“Oooahn…So can I…I never knew I was so…delicious…I’ll try to hold on as long as I can…” Luna thought. Her presence was already starting to get a little fuzzy as the changeling stomach fluid began to have its intoxicating effect on her mind. Her voice was accompanied by sweet whispers of euphoria that seeped into Thorax’s entire being. He plopped down on Celestia’s bed again because he was afraid that his legs would soon buckle under this double-dose of bliss. He breathed heavily as his mental connection with Luna became a positive feedback loop, with both parties feeding each other’s euphoria. Every groan of Thorax’s stomach matched a crescendo in their conjoined delight, and anypony listening in could have sworn that Thorax and Luna were becoming one in…other ways.
Soon, though, Luna’s mind was too far gone to maintain the link, and Thorax felt both sadness and relief as the warm, bubbling euphoria in his head began to well down. Luna’s moans disappeared from his within is skull and left only muffled moans to tickle his ears. He breathed heavily as he gradually came down to a more manageably mental state. His stomach churned and glorped as it continued to process Luna, and it was a tad bit smaller as absorption had already begun. He stood up, taking unsteady steps as he began to exit the bedroom. Luna would certainly appreciate the swaying in the hour or so she had left, Thorax thought.
The changeling king exited the bedroom, finding the two changelings who accompanied him, as well as the guards. One guard was staring into space with a green glow in his eyes, while the other guard was…well…let’s just say one of the changelings had an unusually bulbous belly and had suddenly come into possession of a set of golden armor.
“It looks like you were successful in making friends,” Thorax said.
“Yeah…best of friends…” said the engorged changeling, ending his sentence with a loud belch.
“I was going to consume him, but I loved ‘entertaining’ him so much that I think I’ll keep him as a slave,” said the purple changeling as he tickled the guard’s chin with his hoof. “Wouldn’t that be nice, Silver Spear?”
“Yes…Master Maxilla,” replied the guard in a distant, dreamy tone.
“That does sound nice,” Thorax said. As a changeling, his mind control abilities were somewhat lacking, but he briefly wondered if he could have enslaved Luna instead of eating her.
“Whoa…who did you eat?” Asked the orange changeling, finally noticing Thorax’s distending, moaning gut.
“Luna…and Celestia,” he said, closing his eyes and basking in his glory.
“Whoa! You did! That’s amazing!” Exclaimed the purple changeling. “And other ‘Lings say that Chrysalis was better…”
“Who says that?” Thorax asked snidely.
“Snitches get stitches, my liege,” replied the changeling.
“Eh, fair point,” Thorax said. “Either way, I suppose we have work to do. I thought this visit would be relaxing and fun for you all, but we need to take charge.”
“Conquest? That sounds fun, but it’s so unlike you Thorax,” said the purple changeling.
“It’s just being responsible. Someone needs to raise and lower the sun, and it would be cruel to leave the citizens of Equestria without a leader,” Thorax said.
“But what about Princess Cadence?” Asked the orange changeling.
“Eh, nopony cares about her, anyway. Besides, I bet she’ll wind up in my stomach sooner or later. Nopony can resist the temptation,” Thorax replied. “Besides, while Luna was digesting, she linked her mind with mine with some spell. Let me tell you, getting gurgled feels even better than we’re told. It’s absolutely unmatched, and we need to take it upon ourselves to show all of Equestria this bliss!”
In the coming days, “Celestia” and Thorax proposed a treaty that involved the vassalization of Equestria to the Changeling Hive, with Thorax replacing Celestia as head of state and the royal sisters taking a long vacation to an undisclosed location. The royal parliament balked at the notion, but after a night of changeling ‘entertainment’, they voted unanimously for it. The citizens’ daily lives didn’t change immediately, but in the coming years changes began to seep in. State-sponsored seminars on how to make oneself taste better crept into town halls, and schools across the nation had P.E. programs abolished to ensure a more plump population, among other things. Those who voiced objection to these new measures had a habit of mysteriously disappearing, or making public statements about how wrong they were wearing sunglasses before eagerly hopping into a changeling belly. After a few public feasts, though, the ponies began to see the appeal in being gobbled up. It became an honor to give yourself to a changeling, and everypony in Equestria fell in love with their new rulers.
Elsewhere, in a dark corner of the world, a lone changeling queen scowled over a newspaper.
“Curse that Thorax!” She muttered under her breath. “If I had known ponies loved to be consumed from the start, then my job would have been a lot easier. Oh well…at least there’s the dragon kingdom” Chrysalis remarked, licking her lips.
