Blackberry Slurped
Blackberry Slurp tossed a beer mug in the air with her magic, skillfully flipping it before suspending it under the tap to draw out a smooth pint. Behind the bar of the Harmony bar in Canterlot, she was in her element. More upmarket than a dingy pub, but free of the stuffy elitism found in fashionable lounges on Restaurant Row, it was popular among the city-folk looking for a little class without the snobbery.
It had been a slow night, and things were winding down as the regulars finished off their after-work drinks and headed home. Apart from a couple in the corner and one or two old boys reading papers or magazines near the windows, it was just herself and two stallions sitting at the bar. The two earth ponies in front of her had been competing for her attention all night long, passive-aggressively moving from one topic to another to try and impress her the most. She was used to this - it was part of the job, and something she enjoyed. It made her own personal pleasures a lot easier.
“And that’s when Princess Twilight said; ‘Oh it’s a pleasure to meet you, Perfect Pace,’ just after I’d shaken hooves with Princess Celestia!” boasted the blue stallion, brushing back his blond mane as he spoke. He took a gulp of his beer, looking at the other earth pony sitting next to him from the corner of his eye to see if he was impressed.
“Oh, I met her while backstage. That’s where it’s at when it comes to events,” winked the other stallion. The clefs of his cutie mark on his grey coat alluded to a musical background, and he’s already spent plenty of time reminding them that he had played for the most prominent orchestras in the land.
Both the earth ponies had been drinking steadily all night and seemed to have reached the point of trying to outdo each other more than appeal to the hot unicorn bar-mare they had started out trying to impress. Blackberry had used it as entertainment for the evening. She enjoyed being slightly out of reach, alluring but not threatening, the prize all the stallions wanted. All of them thinking they could rock her world given the chance. She was hungry tonight, and given how the evening was dragging on, perhaps she wouldn’t even wait for a victor, but take the initiative.
“You’re both full of fascinating stories!” she said, leaning against the counter behind the bar so the two patrons could take in her body from head to flank in one gaze. “I’ve got to close up here in about ten minutes. What say I get you both something special for the road, and we take this little party back to my place?”
The two stallions perked up considerably at this offer. Their slack-jawed gaze from her cocktail cutie mark switching to a glance at one another in disbelief. Without words, they both simultaneously agreed that sharing Blackberry between them was probably as close as either of them would ever actually get. And they nodded eagerly like a pair of colts being offered sugar cubes.
Blackberry shaded her eyes at them and levitated two cocktail glasses from the rack above her head. Flipping them over and placing them on the bar, half-a-dozen bottles of spirits and cordials followed, crisscrossing above the drinks in an intricate dance that neither of the stallions could follow. Next, she took an unlabeled bottle from one of the fridges behind her and expertly added a few drops to each glass. “Just a little something special to make this one stand out,” she said with a wink. Finally, she skewered a few blackberries on cocktail sticks, sensually kissed them in turn, and dipped them into the cocktails, before nudging the glasses toward the two earth ponies.
They both took a sip, Perfect Pace looking a little uncertain, but Royal Riff acting nonchalantly.
“Wow, that’s quite something…” said the grey earth pony, his casual look rather spoiled by his eyes widening at the taste.
“Enjoy, boys, I’m going to close up!” said Blackberry, giving them a flick of the tail as she walked around the bar to turn off lights, close blinds, and pick up a few empties left behind.
The three of them walked around the corner to Blackberry’s apartment, with the unicorn leading in front and the stallions oogling her ass behind. They had been growing sleepy as the evening grew late, but copious amounts of sugar on top of the extra alcohol in the cocktails, had reignited their buzz, and now they shuffled their hind legs to keep their anticipation in check. The unicorn mare lead them up an access stair between a parade of shops, and through her front door. Her living room was softly lit, dominated by a large sofa, but Blackberry had other plans. They deposited their personal effects on the sofa and followed her into the bedroom, where a huge bed covered by a lush silken quilt awaited them.
Blackberry told Perfect Pace to lay down on the bed. He wasted no time in doing as she told him, spreading himself on the smooth bed covers, his slightly-bobbing cock sticking up full-mast and ready. She climbed up and swung her hind leg over his chest, turning her back to him and lifting her tail to present herself to him before sitting on his thighs with the quivering stallion-hood resting against her slender asscheeks. Royal Riff looked slightly put out, clearly worried he was about to get cock-blocked in the most literal way, but once in position, Blackberry beckoned him over to sit on the end of the bed. Kneeling with his thighs spread, he presented his own cock for her consideration, which she bent down and wrapped her tongue around. Closing her lips over the top quarter and eliciting a gasp from the grey stallion, Blackberry lifted her ass into the air and descended down on Perfect Pace’s standing length.
Perfect looked up at Royal, and they both grinned, finally settling their differences as they both felt the fruits of their labour. Blackberry started easing her hips up and down on Perfect’s cock, while her mouth enveloped Royal’s equally large asset with wet warmth. Her tongue stimulated his length while her lips applied pressure and massage, slowly moving lower with each bob of her head. Further up the bed, her pussy was slick and taking in Perfect’s cock to the hilt and back again, stretchy but taut, stroking and pulling with just the right amount of friction.
Once they had settled into a rhythm of heavy breathing and gentle moans of pleasure, she suddenly stopped, pulling away from both stallions. “That’s the head,” she said, “Now for the body…”
She leaned back a little, and Perfect watched - hardly believing his luck for the night - as she lined up her pert little asshole with the flared head of his glistening cock. Blackberry gestured to Royal to move up closer, spreading her dripping pussy with one hoof to show him where she wanted his dick. The blue earth pony was a little unsure about touching another stallion in bed, but they were comfortable, exploring new bounds, so he straddled Perfect’s hind legs and guided his stiff mast into her open folds. The two stallions joined forces in supporting her ass with their forehooves, and with surprising coordination, lowered her down onto their eager and lubricated members.
Working together, they thrust in turn, one stallion pushing her over to the other and back again. Their hooves were free to dig into her supple rump and thighs, to take in her body and enjoy themselves while she balanced on the pair of cocks impaling her ass. She was spread wide, wedged in place, almost at their mercy. Blackberry’s head was tilted back in pleasure, panting openly with her tongue out, feeling the two stallions reaching their peak and their flares ride in both her passages until finally Royal Riff grunted and gasped, unleashing his load into her pussy with such gusto that he felt weak at the knees.
Perfect Pace wasn’t far behind, taking the cue from his partner he stopped holding back and quickly reached his own climax. And no sooner did his translucent seed leak out from Blackberry’s tight rosebud, than she suddenly felt immensely heavy on top of him. He glanced at Royal Riff and saw a confused look on his face, caught somewhere between his afterglow, and an equal sense of sudden weakness. They were both slumping back onto the bed, pleasure hormones rushing through their blood, but a paralysing weakness taking hold of their muscles. Blackberry slowly and deliberately lifted herself up off of their spent rods.
“Mmmmm, great performance boys… Looks like it was worth me buying two of my special cocktails for you…”
The penny-drop was almost audible as both stallions realised that those free drinks for the road had been spiked. But what was she planning? She’d already let them have their way with her.
“Now, I don’t know if that was the first time doing double-penetration for either of you, but I have a more extreme version of it in mind. We’re going to do a spitroast again, but I want something a bit bigger than your dicks. Royal, you haven’t had a chance to enjoy my ass yet, so let’s get you started first…”
The unicorn stepped over the stricken grey stallion, the bed creaking under her hooves, and she nudged him around so that he was straight and lined up. Perfect Pace watched from the pillow, having been fortunate enough to fall back into a position where he could see what was happening, as Blackberry spread her thighs wide on either side of Royal’s hind legs. Using her forehooves to massage herself, she seized hold of Royal’s hoof with her magic and pressed it against her dribbling pucker. Having already been stretched, her rosebud easily accepted the offering, and the hoof slipped inside. She quickly picked up Royal’s other hoof and threaded it in alongside the first. The two stallions couldn’t speak, but their breath turned to a pant as they watched the grey stallion’s hind legs being pulled into the petite unicorn, her hips swiftly stretching out disproportionally.
“Good start,” she said, pausing with a slight moan, “Now let’s get the rest of you in there!”
Royal Riff felt her magic spread across the rest of his body, dragging him across the smooth silk of the bed covers, his hind legs disappearing into the black hole of her ass like a marshmallow sinking into hot chocolate. Even if he had been able to move, her ass was so tight that his legs were pinned together with vice-like strength. He could feel her sphincter creep up toward his crotch, while her large intestine kneaded and probed, convulsing in reverse as his mass was forced into her. A bulge had formed on her crotch, the space he was taking up becoming evident on her slim figure.
“Mmmm, I bet when you thought about wanting to get in my pants tonight, this wasn’t what you had in mind?” she said, pausing in her hoof massage to align his flaccid, but still exposed cock to point into her. “And yes, when I said ‘the rest of you’ I really do mean all of you. I’m taking in your entire body, and when I’m finished there’ll be nothing left but scraps.”
There was a rustle of the sheets, and she gasped as her ass stretched impossibly wide over the stallion’s rump, a muffled wet squelch coming from between her legs as his lower body was squashed inside her.
“And don’t worry, Perfect, my dear, I did say this was going to be a spit roast. I can fit both of you in. Once you’ve softened up in my belly you’ll be joining Royal in the most intimate way possible. After all your boasting with each other earlier, you’ll finish the night like two peas in a pod. Two ponies in a belly. Sludge in my intestines. Fat on my flanks. How does that- sound to you?”
At the word ‘sound’, she gave a particularly strong pull with her magic and rectal muscles alike, and the grey stallion slipped in up to his chest. She paused for a moment to carefully press his forelegs in alongside his body. Royal Riff grimaced, he was powerless as it was to struggle against her, but now even if her spiked drink miraculously wore off in the next minute his fate was sealed now all four legs were trapped. Her face disappeared from his view as her ominously bulging gut towered over his face. With a final tug, the dark band of her asshole slipped up around his neck like a tight collar, and his face was pinned between the dock of her tail and her dripping pussy.
“Phew… Now, stay right there for me Royal, don’t move an inch, it’s time for Perfect here to take his place. It’s not a spitroast if I don’t have a stallion in my mouth, right?”
Royal Riff didn’t have a lot of choice. His entire body was squashed into her lower abdomen, wrapped up by the soft tubes of her gut, her warm juices spread across his body making guttural noises as she laboriously shifted onto her front again. If anything he was more at risk of getting sucked in entirely, as her ass was trying to clench over his face, but she exercised what could only have been practised skills of holding him in place while she knelt at the hind hooves of the terrified, but morbidly curious Perfect Pace.
Blackberry scooped up his hocks with her forelegs and opened her mouth. Her jaws yawned impossibly wide, her tongue lolling out across her lower lips, teeth on-show and the cave-like entrance to her throat beckoning. Perfect Pace stared wide-eyed into this abyss as she threaded his hind hooves between her lips, and pushed forward to envelop his entire legs in her esophagus in one smooth motion. Her throat was slick, hot, and stretched around his joints like a vacuum seal. She moaned as she tasted his flesh, the delectable flavour of pony seasoned with the salty tang of a cold sweat, and as she sealed her lips around his thighs, their eyes met again over the bridge of her muzzle. Where she had previously been docile, enticing, a pretty pony mare for him to court, he was now staring into the gaze of a predator who knew that her prey was far past the point of no return.
Her horn lit up, and Perfect felt his forelegs seized in her magical aura as she manoeuvred them in line with his belly, pressing them in slightly to make her next swallow easier. She inhaled through her nostrils, throat clenching around the stallion's legs to allow air into her lungs, and pressed forward again. The slimy lining of her throat offered little resistance, and Perfect felt her hot insides reach up to his chest, her face suddenly much closer to his, and his hooves splashing into a wet and gurgling chamber deep inside her. From this point, he could see over the top of her, down her neck and back, and her impossibly wide hips that clenched around his unfortunate former rival. He could even see the tips of Royal’s grey ears on either side of her slightly raised tail.
Blackberry’s saliva-soaked tongue quested across Perfect’s back, tasting and lubricating him up, sucking on him lavishly until his dulled muscles shivered involuntarily, which in turn elicited another moan of satisfied delight from the ravenous unicorn. She placed both forehooves squarely on either side of Perfect’s shoulders and with a display of surprising strength, lifted herself up into a standing position with both stallions bulging out her upper and lower body alike. Convulsing from her gut to her head, she gulped the last of Perfect’s body down into her gullet, and the stallion found his muzzle bumped up against the bottom of hers, her teeth nudging on his face and her tongue lapping on the back of his head. She squeaked and shook, the two stallions wondering if she was about to choke - but instead, the loudest and least ladylike moan of all vibrated through her body as she reached her peak bliss, the fires that she had been building to all night burning through her from head to her tail, made evident by the sharp squirt of clear fluid from her dripping pussy onto Royal Riff’s nose.
She gave a muffled moan of appreciation to her meals before carefully stepping off of the bed, clomping to the floor with a thud representative of a mare carrying well over twice her own weight in food. Waddling over to her dressing table she stood broad-side in front of her mirror, clearly displaying her distended body with a stallion’s head poking out of each end.
“Dah-daaaaaaaah!” she announced, voice muffled with her mouthful, in a mocking parody of her sexual bedroom trick.
Royal Riff wondered if the worst was now over, and he was about to be released from his meltingly hot prison in her ass, but he hadn’t seen the predatory look in her eyes that Perfect Pace had. A liquid gurgle that rippled around him answered his question, however, and he felt her loins flex around him. The slick muscles wrapped around his body pulled in, and with a faint gasp, his head slipped into her soft but taut pucker. Perfect watched wide-eyed in the mirror as the last visible part his comrade vanished into Blackberry, followed by her stretching her legs one by one to work him deeper into her gut, sealing his fate forever. Perfect’s own demise was not far behind - his hind legs were folded in her stomach, marinating in the juices there, and it was only her jaws loosely closed about his neck preventing her powerful throat from pulling him under. She gave him a wink in the reflection and opened her mouth again, following up with a loud and wet gulp that sucked the blue stallion down into her neck.
“Aaaaahhhh!” she sighed, taking several deep breaths now her mouth was clear. “Oh, you two certainly know how to fill a mare up at both ends! I-I’ve never felt so big and heavy…”
She waddled back to the bed and rolled onto her back, legs splayed out in all directions, and her enormous midriff out on-show. Bumps and curves moved about as her two victims struggled to find space or purchase to escape - but the only thing they were achieving was an even coating of her body’s digestive fluids. Gurgles and bubbling vibrations sounded through the mattress springs, echoing her body’s autonomous work loudly around the room.
Clenched up inside the unicorn’s flanks, Royal Riff was uncomfortably hot. The fleshy walls pressing in on him were convulsing and kneading his joints together with crushing force. The slime of Blackberry’s bowls had soaked into his own disabled muscles, like a penetrating warmth that would have felt pleasant were it not for the fact that he was being digested and ground up into paste. Every part of him was being stimulated, willing or not, and the temptation to give in and let this bone-crushing embrace crush him into a ball was overwhelming. The choice was not his, however, and with another wet gurgle that he felt ripple across his back, Royal felt his major limb joint give way, and his legs were pressed into his torso.
A foot above Royal Riff, Perfect Pace wasn’t faring much better. He had more space than the other stallion, but this only gave him a greater sensation of feeling Blackberry’s body work away at his coat and then his flesh. A crackling sensation, like popping candy on the tongue, covered his entire body. Initially, he had felt cramped in by the stomach walls. Blackberry was prodding and pressing her hooves into her massive belly, feeling out the contours of her prey, but as her stomach juices got to work the harder limbs and shoulders became spongy and deformable.
Her breathing became laboured again as she felt her twin meals softening up inside her and turning malleable. She rubbed her thighs together, unable to reach her tingling pussy over her huge belly. The rhythmic wriggling was the last straw for the waning ponies inside her, and she felt the last of their forms collapse into sludge. She relaxed in a blissful doze as her body diverted all its energy into absorbing the huge amount of food weighing down on top of her.
The two pony-sized bulges stretching out her belly and lower gut had become rounded, and as the hours ticked by those bulges slowly spread across her body. Her slender thighs puffed out with a layer of pudge, with her rump picking up its own share, while her belly reclaimed some of the chub too. By the time Blackberry woke up, it was early morning, with the glow of dawn on the horizon. She was thirsty, and the pressure in her abdomen had built up to its peak. As she walked past the dresser again, she caught her reflection in the dim light and smirked. Plush joints and sweeping curves were her new figure, she was voluptuous, a little pudgy in all the right places, and the perfect bounce everywhere else.
The bathroom visit was a long one. She’d taken her money’s worth out of the two stallions, but there was plenty of waste to get rid of. Her movements were interrupted by pokes of dull bones that were left over and clattered into the toilet bowl. Eventually, she was finished. The uncomfortable pressure in her flanks was gone, and the pleasant cushion of her new pudge left behind. She repeatedly flushed the toilet until nothing remained but the bleached bones that wouldn’t flush. She used her magic to pick up the collection of bones and dumped them into a bucket kept nearby for this express purpose, before heading out back into the yard.
The concrete flagstones outside all bore tiny chips and pockmarks. Tufts of grass and moss where powered with white and jagged fragments littered the walls. The cause of all this became evident as Blackberry upended the bucket into a macabre pile of remains, including a pair of skulls that fell unceremoniously sideways, empty eye sockets now unseeing. The unicorn reared up and smashed her forehooves down onto the pile, shattering and smashing it into pieces. Her extra weight was already making this job significantly easier, and she found that the slightest hop was enough to crush the loose collection of ribs and leg bones. Her rear hooves dropped with a bigger thud, breaking up the skulls and vertebrae.
It was particularly satisfying to Blackberry, after deceiving them, devouring them, and drawing every last pleasure, there was nothing left of them but pathetic pieces to be crushed underhoof and thrown away. For all of their bluster and bragging the night before, now they would be forgotten forever in an instant, just trash.
Once everything was reduced to small chunks and dust, the unicorn lifted the entire chalky mass and dumped it into the bin. She turned with a flick of her tail and walked back up the stairwell to her waiting bed, for a nice comfortable lay in, snug with her curvy body satisfied for at least a few days now.