Engulfed by, The Seat of Royalty


Written by Septia.


Making out the letters on the page became a challenge coupled with the sparse light and the train-cart scrambling up the mountain path; under the gaze of the guards, I didn't have much reading appetite. It was tough to imagine especially as my position of 'Royal toilet'. Classed as an ambassador trip, I was inactuality just valuable cargo. That… or a prisoner. 
	“Imprisoned by thine true nature, mayhaps.” 
	At the tone of the authoritative peel ringing through the cart. As the light flickered, a spectre, twice my height appeared seated at my front. 
	“Tis what we hath found, in hearing of your tales.;” the figure continued, a coat woven from shadows and mane plucked from the summer night's sky, her prescence bearing down upon me. 
	“P-princess,” I stammered, my book fallen to the floor as I scurried back in my seat, “h-how do you-… what have they told you?” I hadn't respected pony authority, though this one's presence alone plucked my spine like a violin string. 
	“That we cannot say, they havth told us nothing,” she rose, gracing me with her full height. “Tis but thou who hath told us, dear changeling whelp. Your dreams speakest as glass whilst your body gargles mud.” 
	The last word held such gravitas, eyes narrowed to hone in on my very being. I swallowed, understanding she knew knew of everything. 
	“A shame, seeing a subject devoid of belonging, while your kin sees reason, your vocation veers towards a, vulgar voyage,” she loomed overhead, darkness encroaching us, as if engulfed by her mane. “We intent to, expedite your journey,” she proclaimed, with a flash of her horn sending a quiver of magic through my veins. 
	“W-I… d-don't want any of this, can't you just forget about me?” 
	“Be still, thou art lucky that we would grace you with the gift of vitality, so you may experience your true form in full,” she said in a hush, leaning in to whisper in my ear. “To end your days in the filth thou seekest so, molten in our regal frame into moon mud-cakes.” -Ghhrrllbblsth- Her stomach gave off a rumble as loud as the trains chugging across the metal tracks below, yet carrying a depth and gravity far surpassing the locomotive. 
	“Th-that sounded l-like you were gonna… e-… eat me?” 
	“Skies no,” Luna assured, and brushed across my cheek, “least, your facade is unsuitable for such merit. Yet, thine truth guise, however…” 
	The light fulfilled my frame as it radiated from he horn, control robbed from my body as I felt myself compacting, muscles bundling together, bones clumping as clay with the rest of me following. My skin crackled, crisped and filed, revealing gases of cyan mould venting an air of putrefied lilies and lard from my very being; my scent warped and corrupted by the sharp, cultivated moss, as my body shifted I took on the odours of a pickled bog. 
	“Here, we see thine true colours peek from your heart, thine dreams,” Luna said as she lifted me up, a fourth of her size, shaping to a muddled flat cylinder, hollow dents cropping up across my form to open the path for the blue mould to plume its stench into the cabin. 
	“Certainly, a fitting shape, littered with holes such as thy specie's bodies and heart, wretched with the crystallised desires of depravity and refuse,” Luna said, hoisting me up to eye height, “qualities which in a changeling should be pitied, but revered in such a glorious examplar of a cheese.” The princess held the jet black wheel of Chrono-Comte high, clutching me in her hooves as she sniffed my moulded exterior. 
	“Thine inside hath stepped forth,” she let her tongue glide across her lips. “One we shall savour in returning the rightful place as regal manure.”
	Her breath washed over me, heated so to boil my rind on the way inside of the abyss of her maw. -Chnnnfggh- Her teeth clamped through me – bending my dairy body as butter in a heated grinder – in the same gesture as she scoffed me down, heaving the wheel surpassing her maw's girth inwards. My body compacted, clutched and kneaded by gnawing molars into a slough of grease, a strain coursing through my whole being at each much and shove, yet I stayed concision, even as half my body laid packed and bloated in the grand mare's cheeks, the other half of me soon to join it by the pleased coos rushing cooling me down and the ravenous shoves shovelling me, her meal, inside the nightsmare's gob. 
	-Gllslh- -Oooppmgph- Swallows, clamps, shivers, her body worked down on me, claiming me as not but battered sustenance inflating her gullet for moments at a time, molten fat curdling at her masticating jaw and clung to itself and her throat all the way on the journey through her elegant neck. Kilo after kilo, -Gllrlsk- -Oomgpsh- mMnch- devoured, caged, beaten into shape by the throbbing throat and unrelenting abdomen. 
	“Mmmgps, hath notmmf, sampled such such immaculate concentrations of mfms, taboo and debauchery in millennia,” she mumbled out with her mouth clogged with the black and cyan sludge now housing my conscious. Fear stormed through my mind; pleads, curses, despair all tangled within one another, But the princess would not listen to a meal, only delight as I deluged down her throat, an engorged her gut. She knew I was suffering, the faint grasp of my form withering away as her maw liquefied me into a dough of diluted dairy. She knew, that is what the first spell had been for. To know I would suffer through this ultimate fate. 
	“Sjjslglt Mmph… Indeed, Uaahooraaph-.” Luna answered me, just as she rolled the last mouthfulls of me between her cheeks, chewing my tough rind the way fillies munched gum, reeking of belches tainted in the pure repulsive tang of my body… To The same steamy odour I was imprisoned with, forced to suffer through my own filth fester and torment me in the confines of a princess's cauldron. 
	“Hoo, we desired thine lesson was one to to cherish, and relish.” 
	-Bhghrlspgh- -Chhstlph- Judging by the waves and sloshes of my frame within the darkness, she had taken my seat,, bogged down with a meal substantial enough to leave her gut bobbing as a tub of rubber in her lap. I felt her hooves brush, massage into the rim of my captivity, jabbing me with pressure as the brewing smog vented through her air pipe. 
	“-Aaahhoorraaup- -Hororusp- haa, we art satisfied with this outcome, knowing that thine purpose, thine vocation will be fille, mmf… as filled as our flank will be from the corpulent muck thou whilst devolve into.” 
	Her voice echoed, through the limits of her belly, through the fibre of my fatty being, though the very fabric of the night itself, permeating me with with my fate, bubbling and churning away in the regal pressure cooker, moulding me into chyme through revolutions of her stomach and gyrations of her hips, Luna savouring each moment, groping deep into her belly for folds filled with me slime crashing and pooling in bloated flabs of midnight coated tummy. 
	“Art thou not certain your will serve as pristinely as a subject of sludge? Delivered back to your hive, heralded as one of your kin reaching enlightenment, as our regal dung?” 
	Her stomach clenched, undulating around me, every moment globs of me oozed off into oblivion, cradled by her colon, baking into moon mud and I could not but suffer through my demise. 
	“Tis it not our royal duty to aid all of our subjects in finding themselves? As luck would have it, thine happens to be, as our royal duty…” 
	The world grew dim, haze consuming my perception, less of me remaining in her stomach, the purification building and congealing as I curdled through her bowls, rippling as sludge became putty to embalm into droves of greasy, oiled bile. 
	“Art thou listening? Thou should, this, shall be thine ultimate destination, all of our vacating my domain as pungent, mould changeling batter. Your ultimate desire… your ultimate destination…” 
	the word echoed in my head, overtaking my mind as if consuming my spirit, reverberating through my being. 
	“Destination, destination, destination…” 


~ 1 ~


“Coming up on Canterlot, our ultimate destination, repeating, next up Canterlot.” 
	My eyelids flung open. As the conductor passed, they saw me as contorted pile in front of my seat, shaking and gasping for breath in a cold sweat. He merely shook his head. 
	“Tourists…” he mumbled. 
	From my position, I could make out the spires of the regal capital, crowned with the signum of the sun… and the moon. 


~ 2 ~


-Fpfbbrrrwwth- The huff of flatulence filtered out into the air, sprawling over the room's atmosphere to taint it in a hue of nutty pepper stewed in matured lard. 
	“Our sincerest apologies, dear sister of mine,” Luna apologised. 
	At this, Celestia chuckled. 
	“Oh, sister, must you be so prude?” 
	The two shared a snicker in their solitude, which Luna was the last to break, clad in a smirk which foretold of mischief.