Spiked wiped some fresh dragon perspiration from his forehead as he hefted several boxes of raw fabrics from the top floor of Carousel Boutique down a flight of stairs. He tripped on the last step but caught himself in the air with suddenly-spread wings to maintain balance. Spike sighed and settled the boxes down before taking a seat to recover. It’d been a long day for the visiting dragon! Spike was all-too-happy to see Rarity again after being gone for so long and was eager to help out around the boutique he’d come to know over he and Twilight Sparkle’s years in Ponyville. Those times were behind the purple pair now, though, with Twilight ruling Equestria alongside her number one assistant, who’d grown a fair bit in his own right. He stood and stretched, now as tall as an average pony, and a stance wider than the pastel-colored quadrupeds. Spike flared his larger wings and flexed his tail before marching back up the stairs for more material for Rarity, who promised Spike a day’s worth of harvested gems in return for his wonderful generosity.

Gems. The mere thought sent his scaly stomach grumbling in need. Though he enjoyed a chance to pump cardboard and clothes to better his physique, Spike couldn’t ignore a hunger propelled from a missed lunch: The late-afternoon sun warmed the boutique’s interior a fair deal, and suppertime was fast-approaching. A supper that Spike, he groaned inwardly, would have to miss out on in order to complete his promise to Rarity by getting the heavy lifting done. For a while he simply dealt with it, combating the hunger by throwing himself into the work. Though intrusive thoughts kept trying to drag him from his efforts, dragon mind purely on food… both what Spike was acclimated to eating, and food forbidden from him. He caught Rarity and passing and the two shared a smile before they continued their respective tasks, though the lingering aroma of the pony fashionista combined in Spike’s mind: Meat. One food group denied to Spike his whole life, while he didn’t mind, was always a curious mystery to the dragon.

And the tantalizing scent of the unicorn all about the boutique made Spike all the hungrier for it.

Down to the last several boxes, Spike paused at the foot of the stairs and watched Rarity work. He silently ogled the pony from afar, noticing things he’d never considered before, from shapely hips to the pony thighs, Spike couldn’t help but lick his lips some. He set down the boxes and rubbed his claws together, a forked tongue snaking out to lick across his lips. Rarity only noticed Spike’s approach when a soft grrrrrrrn rumbled from his gut, her ears flicking. She turned and smiled at the encroaching dragon. “Spike! Are you finished with getting all that stuff out of the attic? I can’t tell you what a life-saver you’ve been. My magic isn’t exactly what it used to be and… you...” Rarity blinked and cocked her head, watching the dragon’s jaws hang open as a drooling tongue dangled. “Spike? Are you alright?”

“No,” Spike admitted, clasping his claws around the surprised unicorn. “I’m starving.” Rarity gave a half-smile and was about to respond the same when his tongue slurped up and around her muzzle, the dragon growling in her face.

“S-Spike?” Rarity hurriedly backed up, finding herself up against a corner of her boutique. Spike kept pace and his wide form prevented her from escaping. He reached up with his claws to feel over Rarity’s squirming face, panic starting to settle into the mare’s mind as the claws found their way elsewhere about her form too. “Spike, stop this at once, this isn’t funny!” Spike didn’t reply, too busy feeling around each of her hooves in turn. The dragon’s wings beat once or twice in excitement as he felt Rarity up, the unicorn ending up blushing when his claws glided up her hinds and were busy teasing and squishing around her belly. Rarity yelped when Spike suddenly shoved her chest and sent her tumbling onto her back. She wriggled her legs confusedly with the dragon ogling at her now-visible pony rump. “You’ve gone mad!”

Spike didn’t appear to think so. He was too busy sating his long-standing lust for meat, dragging his tongue over Rarity’s belly and leaving trails of slimy slobber in his wake. With little physical recourse Rarity desperately tried to defend herself with a burst of magic. She was nowhere near Twilight Sparkle’s level but she could certainly peel away a dragon Spike’s size! Her horn glowed bright and Spike, claws working about Rarity’s hips, began to glow in turn. He didn’t even seem to notice the magic gathering about him, and Rarity was shocked to see the glow dissipate moments later. “What??” She tried again, concentrating (though finding it hard as Spike was exploring lower and lower) and hitting at Spike again. Spike didn’t flinch, the magical energies seeming to just flow around him. Pony magic had been affecting Spike less and less as he grew, and Rarity was finding out the hard way that she was now defenseless against the dragon.

Spike continued his exploration of his friend for several minutes, Rarity cringing at how much dragon drool had worked its way into her well-coiffed fur coat. She was a blushing mess when Spike’s claws pressed her butt cheeks together and pulled them apart, her naked nethers on full display above a flicking purple tail. Spike felt Rarity up and licked his lips, eyes glued to her tailhole and snatch as he glided his tongue about them. On hearing the dragon mumble in pleasure as his belly growled, Rarity let out a squeal. “SPIKE! Stop this immediately! I-I’m not your dinner!” Her stutter increased when Spike mashed her cheeks together once more and teased about her marehood, the dragon lifting his head once he was done with his taste test. Rarity saw her chance and shoved forward not with magic, but with physicality: She planted her fores against Spike’s chest and shoved, Spike stumbling back a pace or two as she sat up.

“Now listen here, Spike! You can’t just go around and… a-and...” Rarity’s eyes widened as she stared back into hungry dragon eyes: Spike had closed in on her again and licked his lips, belly growling louder than ever. She gasped as Spike’s jaws yawned open inches in front of her face, sharp teeth lining his jaws and slobber drizzling from all over.

“Spike? Spiiiiike!!!” Rarity squealed with the dragon guiding her horned head directly into his hungry jaws. CHMP. “Hmph! Spke! Noo!” the saliva-drizzled pony cried out. Spike murmured in response and rolled his eyes at the sheer explosion of flavor in his jaws: The pony meat he’d unknowingly craved for so long was finally being sated and Rarity was one of the greatest first impressions he could’ve asked for. Spike greedily suckled around Rarity’s screaming head and wrapped his tongue around her neck. Rarity cried out again and again, even when her muzzle dipped into the gullet. A ravenous GLP ULK GLRK swallowed her in up to her shoulders, head now bulging out Spike’s scaly neck. He mumbled happily and squeezed his claws into Rarity’s sides to feed her in more, Rarity crying out for help while being eaten alive.

Spike had clearly been missing out. The growing dragon pursed his lips around the partially-exposed pony shoulders, lapping his tongue against the fur and salivating at the meaty tastes. Gems made for a nice snack to gorge on, but – GLRK – Spike’s mind was reeling from how filling and succulent Rarity was. The squealing muffled cries from Rarity herself only inspired Spike to devour her faster, as that protesting prey made Spike’s claws tingle in delight. His murmurs of pleasure were drowned out by the high pitched squeals emanating from his scales, Rarity failing to light her horn and trapped in the sticky squelching darkness of a dragon throat. Spike lightly chewed around the furry chest of his friend and sucked hard against her fur, driving drool from it only to replace it moments later with a fresh lash of the tongue. Rarity’s eyes were wide in disbelief and terror as she was swallowed again, bulging out Spike’s chest with the protesting squirming mass of her head. Spike fell back onto his butt and swished his tail about while gripping to Rarity’s forelegs, pinning them to her barrel and feeding her into his dripping jaws bit by bit. The unicorn’s hind hooves were braced against the ground, locked in a standing position and unable to protest, leaving the mare to flail her coiffed tail about. She tried to kick her fores but they were down to the ankles, the rest buried in Spike’s muzzle or throat. “S-Spike, please! Please don’t eat me!”

Rarity’s lithe belly wriggled some when hot dragon slobber began pouring over it from all angles. Spike chomped his head forward to pull the rest of her forelegs and chest into his muzzle, loud small glp gulp ulrps filling the boutique in the process. Rarity continued to cry and beg as she was devoured but couldn’t stop the dragon’s feast, left to feel her refined fur stained with drool and sink deeper into those jaws. Spike’s greedy eyes focused on Rarity’s rear end as it drew nearer, the flagging tail making the cheeks jiggle a little bit and producing more dragon drool. Once in reach Spike clasped to each cutie mark and moaned while massaging his digits into the fur. He could feel Rarity’s muscles tense as he plundered her butt and used it to get a firm grip on the pony, shoveling her towards his mouth with a lazy sort of haste. GLRK! GLORK! GLP! Powerful swallows drove Rarity’s head straight into the dripping, dark dragon stomach, the mare letting out a fresh audible squeal when her mane and body plunged into the squelching slimy floor of the belly. A loud grumble of satisfaction purred out the bulging belly scales and Spike paused to revel in the full feeling, gently massaging the sensitive butt cheeks of the unicorn. “Hlllllp!” Rarity’s muffled voice cried out as idle stomach fluids splashed over her upside-down head. Spike responded by taking another meaty gulp, pulling the mare’s stomach into his mouth and letting his tongue slather it up in slobber. His own murrs of pleasure drowned out any protest from his friend and allowed him to fully-enjoy his first meat-filled meal. The unicorn’s butt braced against scaly dragon lips, tail going crazy and hinds still planted against the floor.

“Spike!”

A tingle of the bell from the door announced the arrival of Princess Twilight Sparkle, who marched right over to where Spike and Rarity were. She could hardly believe her eyes, seeing her unicorn friend half-devoured: Rarity’s hind hooves scraped the floor while she hollered muffled cries from the swelled dragon stomach, her tail flicking about above her visible nethers and rump cheeks. “I can’t believe you! After all this time you go and try to eat one of your best friends?” Spike blinked, still suckling on hips and allowing drool to dribble down the white fur. He and Twilight were eye to eye. “Do you have anything to say for yourself about this?”

“Mmph!!!”

“Hang on Rarity...”

Spike had no response, his lips visibly shuffling about the juicy mare thighs embedded in his jaws. The taste was still overwhelming even with Twilight staring him down. After a few moments of silence, save tastes and belly growls, Twilight rolled her eyes. “Spiiike, spit her out now!” But Spike shook his head defiantly and clenched to each of Rarity’s cutie marks, one claw’s digits hooked into the crevice of her rear. Twilight sighed and set her horn glowing. She tried to whisk Rarity from the dragon’s belly, but found every spell she flung bounce harmlessly off the adolescent dragon. Spike flapped his wings in triumph and worked his claws around Rarity’s butt, gripping at the soft tender meat and purring while Rarity whined within. After a few more attempts at spellcasting, Twilight stomped a hoof in frustration. “Fine. There’s more than one way to get her out. Then you and I are going to have a very serious talk about this!”

Spike stared blankly while gumming around Rarity’s rump and working his claws about it. The continued silence incensed Twilight further, the princess spinning in place and marching back to the boutique’s entrance. He couldn’t help but ogle at the thicker hips Twilight sported, her multicolored tail only partially obstructing his view of her ass. Rarity felt slimy dragon drool intensify, it dribbling off her butt cheeks and getting the floor wet. Spike slathered his tongue between her legs as Twilight flipped the sign on the boutique entrance to “Closed.” Can’t have anypony walking in on this catastrophe. A loud belly grumble made Rarity freak out and squeal again, Twilight’s ears flicking. “Fluttershy’s had to deal with her patients eating each other before. She’ll have something I can give you to cough Rarity up.”

“Hlllp!”

“Don’t worry Rarity, I’ll be back in time to save you.” With another roll of her eyes, Twilight departed from the boutique. Spike missed the sight of Twilight’s rear, though he had a delectable one to continue enjoying in the meantime. As the dragon grabbed to Rarity by her hips and slowly started feeding her butt inward, Rarity’s breaths became short and labored. The black insides of the dragon were wet, slimy, smelly, and squelching, with acids starting to pool around her head and chest. Spike’s belly grumbled again and the walls clenched around Rarity’s head some, making the mare yell and Spike feel a pang of hunger. Twilight was no longer there to stop him, so he worked to shovel the rest of the unicorn down his gullet in earnest.

The entirety of Rarity’s rear was swallowed in in a manner of moments, jaws sloppily opening and closing with glk glp glks ringing out in tandem. Tightness grew around Rarity with more of her body slipping into the dragon stomach with her butt cheeks sweltering from the insides of Spike’s maw. Spike lapped his tongue up against her butt and swished it from side to side, squishing the cheeks this way and that while reveling in the meaty flavor. Rarity feebly kicked her hinds when they were lifted off the ground, pointed out in opposite directions when lifted. Her tail ended up tangled around one of her legs when Spike tried pressing her hinds together to work them in faster. A thick wet GLORP rang out when Spike swallowed Rarity’s butt down, neck and stomach bulging out greatly from the nearly-ingested pony. Thick drool worked its way down to Rarity’s hind hooves, tail matted and miserable, with the unicorn devoured up to her ankles. She yelled when her body began turning over on itself, snout pressed against her chest and sliding downward as she arched against the back of the sizable stomach. “Mmph! Twlght!”

Spike savored the remnants of his first meal of meat for several moments. He gripped his claws securely around Rarity’s slickened hind hooves and slowly forced them in, tipping his head back with small swallows to drag the mare’s thighs down his throat. Rarity was in tears when she felt dragon lips seal tightly around the frogs of her hooves, completely cutting her off from the outside world and encasing her in a dragon’s innards. Her hooves went limp in defeat, allowing Spike to freely swish them back and forth in his mouth and coils his tongue about them again and again. Rarity’s muzzle was buried in her barrel when she felt the tongue unravel and press to those hooves, to feed them into the throat and polish her off. GULP! ULRK! Spike effortlessly gulped the rest of Rarity down, bulges receding in his neck and adding to the swollen belly he now possessed. Rarity screamed as the rest of her body was fed into the stretching stomach, her back completely against the wall now. Spike leaned forward and planted his claws to the ground, tail up, and let out an uncontrolled BWOURRRRRP! Green flames lanced through the air as he wiped his mouth, any expelled fur disintegrated from the heat. “Ahhh… Wow, I’ve been missing out,” he murmured, stomach half-squished to the floor. He rocked back into a sitting position and let his tail flick merrily behind him, letting his thickened stomach sag between his legs as he massaged it. His tongue flicked over his lips as he re-lived the experience in his head over and over, completely ignoring the weak whimpering cries from within his quietly-grumbling gut. “So many years...”

Rarity was beside herself with panic. She thrashed her devoured body back and forth, but was only met with condescending pats from the dragon that ate her. Spike let out another, flame-free burp and relaxed, waiting for Twilight to arrive. Eyes half-closed, he pictured her rear and the rest of her, a full-sized pony princess sounding like an excellent dessert. The more he thought about Twilight, the more his stomach hungrily grumbled for seconds. Rarity wailed whenever his tummy decided to call out, the thickened scales wobbling with her protests. Stomach fluids dripped from all over, leaving the mare in misery as Spike fantasized about the pony meal to come.

He didn’t have to wait long. Of course, Spike realized, Twilight would teleport to Fluttershy’s and back. The hardest part would’ve been locating the pegasus in her animal sanctuary. Nevertheless, Twilight re-entered in short order to find a very satisfied dragon leaning against a wall, tail now poking out from under his pony-filled belly and swaying. Twilight, horn aglow as she carried a small potion, marched forward with purpose. “Alright, Spike, we’re going to put a stop to this here and now.” She hovered the potion between her and him. “If you drink this all down… it won’t be pleasant but Rarity will be out of there in no time. You okay Rarity?”

“Mmmmph!”

“Good.” Twilight brought the potion within an inch of Spike’s muzzle. “Drink up, Spike. I promise we’ll get you something much better than pony to fill that bottomless pit of yours.”

Spike felt trapped, eyes darting this way and that, eventually looking straight ahead into Twilight’s eyes. An idea flourished in his mind, though, noticing that Twilight had set the store sign to closed. They wouldn’t be interrupted, no matter what transpired. “Okay Twilight, you win,” he said, running his claws idly over the top of his groaning stomach. Just seeing Twilight and catching a whiff of her scent, set his belly grumbling louder again (Rarity’s muffled cries mingled among them). He gripped the potion bottle and went to undo the cork keeping its contents sealed. Seeing Spike obey, Twilight released her magical grip.

With a toothy grin, Spike suddenly hurled the bottle straight at the princess! Twilight yelped and ducked as the potion went soaring over her head, glass tinkling as it shattered against the floor. Turning back to Spike she saw the dragon lunging forward, claws outstretched. He rolled onto his belly, Rarity letting out a fresh wail as the stomach squashed under Spike’s bulk and left her precious little room. “Spike!” she exclaimed when his claws wrapped around her ears. She tried a quick burst of magic but it fizzled against his scales. Her eyes widened along with the jaws of the dragon, Spike presenting his pulsating gullet to the second pony of the day. “Wait… wait!” Twilight tried, ears painfully pulled towards the greedy maw, tongue lapping at her snout. Her eyes rolled up to see her head cross the threshold, wrinkled roof of the mouth dripping thick globs of slobber over her face. “Spike! Don’t eat me! D–” CHMP! Mmmf!!!”

Spike didn’t waste any time in making sure the princess was properly incapacitated. He clenched his eyes shut and gripped to the flailing mare’s shoulders, pushing her deeper and waiting for the squealing pony head to press against the back of his throat. The instant Twilight’s wide-eyed face mashed against the muscle, he swallowed thickly. GLURP! Several follow-up swallows worked the rest of Twilight’s head down his throat, ears pressed to the walls and hearing every noisy gulp the dragon took as he commenced devouring Twilight whole. Thick drool poured into Twilight’s fur from the tongue and mouth at large, Spike working in her mane, neck, and shoulders in the process. Twilight’s cries mingled with Rarity’s own with the alicorn noisily flapping her wings. Feathers fell to the ground haphazardly with Spike greedily swallowing again, feeding Twilight headfirst down his gullet. “Spike… Spike, stop!” Panic set in as Twilight could barely get a horn light going, the sloppy insides of Spike’s throat a most unwelcome sight to the princess! 

Rarity hollered among the slimy stomach fluids. “Twilight! Get me out of here! ...T-Twilight?” A shimmering purple horn squelched into the stomach, followed by the head attached to it. Rarity’s messy form was illuminated as a GLUP from above forced Twilight’s head and shoulders into the noisy belly. “Twilight, no!” The two ponies shared a collective squeal in the tight, swelling dragon belly as Spike greedily slurped and tasted around Twilight’s barrel and wings: Rarity’s realization and Twilight’s midsection chewed and tasted led the two to come to the gruesome conclusion: They were nothing but food; nourishment suitable for a dragon of just about any size, including one of their best friends!

Spike ignored the muffled cries from his bowels, greedily gumming around Twilight’s stomach and slowly swallowing Twilight deeper. His neck swelled with his tummy following suit, Twilight's wings matted to the roots with slobber and sinking down the throat. GLRK! ULP! “Mrrr...” Growing weary of the constant kicking and protests from Twilight, Spike gripped around the knees of Twilight Sparkle’s hindlegs, and shoveled them in under her middle. Twilight’s head slithered across Rarity with the two compacted in the belly, begging Spike to stop, legs all-but-devoured into his ravenous maw. Another URRLK pulled Twilight’s midsection and upper hinds deep into his throat, her curving bulge outlined plainly along his scales. Spike widened his jaws further and slipped his claws against hooves and butt cheeks, pressing fiercely inward while lapping his tongue up against Twilight Sparkle’s snatch. Slimy drool squelched in between the princess’ visible rump, the fatter rear jiggling every time Spike attempted to close his jaws around them. Twilight Sparkle could only flick her tail in a meager form of protest, feeling heated drool coat more of her hips with each noisy GLP.

Spike took his time with Twilight knowing that the two couldn’t escape. The mare felt the cool air on her writhing ass and tail with grabby claws pinching and feeling all over them. Dragon claw digits worked their way about her holes deep in her crevice, squishing them about and making Twilight tingle in terror. “Spike… Don’t eat me! Please, let us out!” Rarity could hardly believe her ears. Her smartest friend’s plan not only failed, but backfired completely, and the two ponies would now suffer the fate of a dragon’s digestion.

And Spike couldn’t be happier. The meaty meal was more than he ever bargained for, finally sealing his gums down and around the pudgy purple pony butt he continually felt up and tasted, His cheeks bulged with the combination of that rear and hindhooves filling out his maw, tail noisily slurped up between puckered scaly lips and erasing Twilight from the outside world completely. Spike groaned in delight and gradually rolled onto his side, his almost two-pony-filled gut sprawling out in front of him. His thick tail wagged happily as he rolled onto his back, thick sloshing sounds joining terrified yells as the dragon braced his tongue up against Twilight Sparkle’s butt. With a casual flick of his head and press of his tongue a thick slimy GLURRRP! erupted from Spike, swallowing the princess whole. The outlined rear sank rapidly to meld into one giant set of bulges along the belly, Spike parting his jaws to let out a rude, fiery belch. Twilight grunted as her body squeezed tightly into the belly and compressed the two mares together, their heads buried in each others’ tails and the two screaming for dear life.

“Haahh… Wow. All these years, Twi, and you kept this scrumptious type of food from me.” Spike licked and smacked his lips, belly finally full after so many hours of toil, and so many years of a meaty denial. He patted his noisy, burbling gut and sighed, slowly working his way onto his feet. The mares within yelped when stinging fluids washed over them both, the two incapable of moving with the soft stomach walls compressing from all sides. Spike’s stomach SLOSH SLORSH’d to a stop, sagging down to his knees and between his legs. The dragon flicked his tail and half-walked, half-waddled up the boutique’s stairs. “Definitely time to sleep this meal off,” he sighed, angling for Rarity’s bedroom to immerse himself in her enticing aroma.

“P-p-please, Spike… L-let me and Twilight out...”

“Spike, noooo!”

Twilight and Rarity’s protests didn’t make it beyond Spike’s scales, though, the two left to gurgle slowly away in his belly as he flopped on Rarity’s bed. Without another thought he tucked himself in and fell right to sleep, gurgles and muffled cries emanating from his enlarged vibrating gut. The two ponies couldn’t fall asleep even if they tried. With the stomach walls constantly shifting about and pressing the two against one-another, and itchy stomach fluids dampening their fur, Rarity and Twilight spent all their energy begging Spike to wake up, or trying to find a way out. Spell after spell fizzled in the gurgling stomach as the hours passed, even Rarity trying to conjure a spell to life.

But it was futile.

Spike awoke late the next morning with a yawn and stretch, scratching his bubbling, writhing belly. One look down on himself, along with a noisy GLOP of a gurgle, was all he needed to know: His stomach was still working the mares down. “Can’t believe I’m saying this… But I’m actually not hungry for breakfast!” He giggled and slowly rose out of the bed, opting to use the window to safely fly out of the closed boutique and make it back to the Palace of Friendship. As he took flight, the two ponies felt the gentle sway of the dragon’s grumbling stomach sway back and forth. The acids had risen to intolerable levels by now: Rarity was all-but-submerged in the gunk while Twilight had to fight to keep her head above the surface. The two were silent, exhausted, and could not get out of their heads that they were nothing but food for the gluttonous purple dragon. “H-help...”

Spike spent the entire day going about his usual palace duties. All the while his belly diligently worked to digest the two tasty ponies he gobbled up, groaning and churning with fury. Rarity had passed out long ago, with Twilight conscious yet unable to move from atop the unicorn. The whole day went by, every second a torment for Twilight Sparkle, before the rising stomach fluids finally flooded the stomach completely. Her last bubbling squeal escaped as a muffled “Hllllllllp!!!” before strong, wet gurgles overpowered her.

Spike, who was relaxing in his own bedroom long after his duties were done, lay on his back with his arms behind his head and legs crossed, tail flicking merrily and dangling over the foot of his bed. “Ahh...” he sighed, taking a claw to run over his softer, still-churning stomach. “Wonder how the others are gonna taste like,” he muttered with a lick of his lips as he fell asleep. Over the course of the second night, and with little resistance to overcome, Spike digested Rarity and Twilight Sparkle completely, his belly rumbling and churning all night long. By the time he woke up late next morning, his stomach and shrunken a fair bit. He peeked an eye open while yawning and poked a curious claw into it, the tummy wobbling in return. He rocked one way, then another, using the gained momentum to slip out of bed and stand tall. His belly swayed to a stop, the dragon still carrying a paunch of pudge, though he could feel strength he hadn’t felt before. Spike flexed his wings and arms in a nearby full-body mirror, impressed with what he was seeing. “Whoa,” he gasped, grinning toothily at himself. “Guess I’ve been held back all this time with a few poor diet choices,” he gloated to himself. “Well, no more of that. With just a few more ponies I can be the strongest dragon around! While enjoying several tasty ponies in the process, heheheh.”