(vore) Pony Armageddon Part 1

Civilization is over. Your friends, family, everyone you knew back home are dead as far you know.

Everyone but you that is. You grabbed your bugout bag, ak47, spare mags and whatever else you could carry and out the door you ran.

You've prepared for Armageddon but an Armageddon brought forth by colorful, man-eating but admittedly adorable-looking ponies is something you would have never expected. Your mom and dad wouldn't be lecturing you now about your 'investment' in guns and ammo would they?

Tears welled up in your eyes thinking of your family but there's nothing you can do for them know.

You've been walking for days, stopping only to sleep, check your map and dodge the occasional... 'pegasus' that prowled the overcast skies above you. The fact that some of them could fly and use 'magic' unnerved you in the extreme.

You were on your way to an old farm that your family owns in Kentucky. Far enough away from any major cities that hopefully you could ride out this most unlikely assault on mankind.

"Certainly the might of the United States military can deal with some stupid pastel horses." You chuckled. Anything to take your mind off of just how grim your situation is.

Every snapped twig, every movement out of the corner your eye, every harmless woodland animal going about their business startled you.

"C'mon, Anon, get together" You whispered to yourself.

With a heavy sigh, you picked yourself up and soldiered on. Sprinting across empty streets and quietly ransacking empty homes for meals to avoid burning through what meager rations that you brought with you.

Staying off of major thoroughfares, sticking to sidestreets or even moving through the variety of woodlands that dot the countryside you have avoided any confrontations so far and you hope to keep it that way.

Unaware to you though, you caught a certain pony's attention in the last village you foraged in.

 

 

 

You awake at the crack of dawn shivering in fear and thankfully your legs aren't halfway down the gullet of one of those monsters. The nightmares have become more sporadic but they never cease to torment you with 'would-could-be' scenarios.

Zombie-like, you consume you fourth can of cold baked beans. You avoid building a campfire for obvious reasons and the power routed to the nearby farmsteads has long since been broken.

After mapping out today's journey, grabbing your gear and slinging your trusty AK over your shoulder you set out for another thrilling day of marching and avoiding a grisly death inside a pony's stomach.

With nothing but your weary mind to accompany you on your journey you begin spacing out, remembering on the news before you left home that there was suppose to be foul weather this week. Lots of rain, maybe tornadoes but the sky quickly cleared since yesterday. The warm sun, brighter than usual, shine its life-giving rays down upon you, alleviating your anxiety if just marginally.

While losing yourself in contemplation the sound of a slamming door on a lonesome ranch-style house across the street startled you out of your daydreaming. Dropping to your belly in the tall grass near the street you fumble for your AK47 and as quickly as you can, draw a bead on the suspect structure. Scanning the door and windows for any sign of movement.

It must have been ten or fifteen heart-pounding minutes before you mustered enough courage to move from your safe little spot in the grass.

"Breathe Anon, breath. Probably just some survivors"

You begin crawling backwards toward the woodlands behind you to stay out of sight of whatever may be inhabiting the home when something firmly presses down upon your back.

"You should really watch your... what do you humans call it? Your ass?hehe".

 

 

An indescribable terror of a variety you've never known swelled in your stomach at the sound of that musical voice. You're beating heart threatened to burst from your chest.

Fuck. That was the only word that popped to mind. A lot of good that's going to do you, jackass. Think of something, THINK!

"Well at least it's nice to know SOMEONE's watching it." You quietly mutter.

"I've been watching it for a while, sweetmeat and been hoping to finally have a taste of it." The pony whispered in your ear.

With that she lowered he muzzle and gave you long wet lick across the side of your head, from jaw to temple. Warm spittle dripped from her tongue as she panted, literally hungering for this moment.

You wanted to vomit at that act of degradation but you were still paralyzed by this entire confrontation.

Her stomach audibly rumbled after her 'taste test'. "Oh my, sounds like I'm ready for seconds!"

"S-s-seconds?" You stutter.

"Yeah, there was some human in a carriage with blinky lights on top back at that village you were in. Shouting something about an evacuation order or whatever. I made him shut up though." The mare proudly patted her noisy belly with a free hoof.

At least that's what it sounded like. That's also what finally made you snap. Channeling every once of your adrenaline fueled muscles you rolled out from under her hoof and connected the butt of your Kalashnikov to the side her skull in one fluid motion, voicing a mighty warcry while doing so. It sounded more like a shrill scream but it through off your would-be predator nonetheless.

That is when you finally caught glimpse of this sizable pony...unicorn pony. Sky blue fur could be seen beneath polished steel barding with a matching blue plumed helmet that now has a small dent on the cheek guard thanks to you.

The mare slowly swiveled her head and locked her fierce emerald eyes with yours.

 

 

"Shut up and answer the question, beast!" You scream at the mare. It's as if she is wanting you to make a move. Regardless though, her answer will decide whether you apply justice in the form of a 7.62x39 round or... well you haven't thought of an alternative.

 

"I believe you know the answer, my little human." The unicorn tops it off by flicking her tongue across her muzzle as her expression steadily grew more predatory. "The land that Germantown sits upon belongs to me as a part of my fiefdom and to my Great House. A highborn Unicorn of Canterlot. The denizens that resided there, thus belong...er belonged to me for me to do with as I wished. But if you MUST know... well I invited some of my Sisters from the Order of Sola Invicta and some friends from the Royal Guard and we had a most grandiose feast. It's a shame that I still can't out eat Merryweather, that gluttonous Pegasus, hehehe."

The pony's eyes where closed as she dreamily recounted the atrocity that befell the once quaint village. You hadn't noticed until now that you have been gripping your rifle with white knuckles. Your teeth clenched in so tight that they may shatter at any moment and tears collecting at the corners of your eyes.

You could only respond with a chocked sob. The pitiful mewl was just enough to bring the man-eating equine back to the present. Her eyes half-lidded in bliss. You finally compose yourself and give your 'verdict'. "If it's true what you say, that you came here looking for land... I have six feet of Earth just for you." And with a deafening crack, justice is served... so you believe.

 

 

Your ears are ringing from your Ak47's report. Eyes stinging from tears that were shed at the murder of hundreds of innocents in Germantown, alone. How could a sapient species such as these indulge in such mindless xenocide? Sure, humanity has taken part in its fair share of senseless brutality but nothing like this.

This is no time for philosophical bullshit. You need to search the Unicorn's saddlebags for anything that may help you and perhaps mankind and bug out, FAST.

You cautiously approach the big, blue horse, finger on trigger. As you close in on your first kill you can see that it... she has a few strands of matted carmine hair dangling from beneath her barbute and in front of her closed eyes. Eyeing here up and down reveals no blood or bullet holes in her armor. Where did you hit her though? A glint of light catches your eye. Inches from the pony lay an intact bullet... fucking magic.

Your gaze flicks back towards the unicorn's face and like a trope ripped from every horror movie ever, her disturbingly huge eyes are open and locked to yours. Before you can even emote a curse or mag-dump the rest of your ammunition into the pony out of panic, your muscles freeze. The emotions of terror, anxiety and urgency are voided from your brain as you suddenly became lost in those... evil green, NO! Those warm, welcoming, loving eyes and that adorable smirk.

 

 

Your most beloved shuffles to her hooves as you await her most benevolent judgment for your attempt on her life. The smirk that she wears has now expanded into a Cheshire grin.

“Such impetuous critters, you humans are. Your empathy is admirable though. Too bad it’s going to get you eaten today.” Lifting your AK47 from your feeble grasp, the mare scrutinizes it. With her magic, she pulls the charging handle, ejecting a cartridge before pulling the trigger and firing a round through the forest canopy above you both. She emits a startled squeak in response. “Hehe, marvelous technology these are. Is it true you can build one of these models out of a shovel?”

“Y-y-yes madam um…”

“Enough about that for now.  Where did we leave off before our little misunderstanding?”  Her question was more of a statement as she saunters over to you, with a hungry look. Depositing your Kalashnikov in her saddlebag.

“I believe you were going to eat me, madam.” The thought of becoming a part of such a beautiful pony filled you with glowing warmth, not unlike that of a strong opiate but at the same time something felt so very wrong. A distant voice is screaming at you to run. Run away and don’t look back. A voice that is both primal and ancient. You lock the voice away in whatever part of your brain it came from. The thought of disrespecting you mistress is nigh blasphemous to your sensibilities. You belong to this unicorn now. This desire only grew as you drank in her beauty.

“Is that so? You are truly a gentlecolt offering yourself to me like this.” The towering mare giggled as if amused by joke only she knew of.

“Please… I want this. My body, my soul.Everything.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

        The blue equine telekinetically removes her helm to reveal her unkempt crimson mane and sets the heavy piece of armor at her hooves. Your heart hammers against your sternum as you raise your arms before you, offering them to your mistress. She gives your right hand an experimental lick. Taking only the briefest moment to decide that your flavor is to her liking.

        The unicorn takes your entire hand into her mouth, rolling it about with her long tongue, bathing it warm saliva. She gives a quite moan as she suckles each of your fingers. With a wet plop she return your hand to you. The harsh panting returns as she apparently looses herself and effortlessly takes your entire head into her mouth. The distinct scent of clove enters your nostrils and copious amounts of saliva bathe and mat your hair as her tongue savors the dried tears on your cheeks .

        "It's finally going to happen", you think to yourself. "I will finally shed this worthless form and unite with-" but before you can complete your thought sunlight shines upon you once more and reveals the disgruntled visage of your goddess standing before you. "My love... what is it? Why did you spit me out... is there something wrong? Did you do something to offend you, did I-" Your flabbergasted rambling is interrupted by a hoof laid upon your shoulder.

        "Human...stop, please. You taste delicious but-"

        "Then what!?" You nearly scream, your 'transformation' being delayed.

        "It's not the same. I enjoy the thrill of the hunt. The sound of my prey begging for mercy and the cute lamentations you humans make  when I take everything from you. It's just..." She looks at you and notices your confusion. The mare knows that you wouldn't understand her frustration while hypnotized thus decides to change subjects midway through her train of thought.  

        "Azure Star... that's my name by the way."

 

        You mouth the words as if to taste them. "It's a beautiful name. I'm Anonymous by the way but I prefer Anon."

        She rolls her eyes and giggles at the flattery. "I just want my name to be the last thing you remember when your inside of me... Anon."

        With that said, she touches her horn to your forehead. The entire world and all of its terrors flood back to your consciousness.  That little voice that you or perhaps Azure's spell locked away within your subconscious unshackles itself and assaults you. Free will is returned to you, no longer do you live the simple and peaceful existence of thralldom to this unicorn. You scream at the sensory overload.  Fortunately the spell holding your mind was brief so was the pain as a side-effect. When you open your eyes you only see the leaf laden ground below you. You are on all fours. Fear... cold, mind numbing fear overwhelms all of your now unshackled senses.

 

 

        You jump backwards onto your ass and scramble away from this supernatural predator until your back meets a maple tree. "Y-y-you... you possessed me... like some damned demon! What the hell are you!?" Grasping your hands all over your back you can't find your AK47. "My rifle! Where is it!?"

        "You mean this, hmmm?" Azure telekinetically lifts your beloved Kalashnikov out of her saddleback and plays a game of 'keep away' with your vertically challenged self. Desperately and embarrassingly attempting to take hold your one life line in this world that has gone FUBAR.

        After exhausting and humiliating yourself trying to get your rifle back, you've resorted to glaring daggers at the blue bitch.  "Hehe, I can't get enough of your feistiness. I haven't had the pleasure of encountering many creatures like yourself back in boring old Equestria. I want to see what you're really made of though, without these guns of yours. This world of yours has forged your kind into quite a steely race. All the more fun to break it. Right, here's the deal, Anon. You run away and you don't end up in my tummy. That's fair right? I'll even give you a head start."

 

"And, let me guess. I'll run off, say, make it that tree over there and then you'll just magic me back." You hissed this through your teeth with unhidden venom. "If you want me to play this sick game of yours unarmed then there is not going to be any magic. Just eat me here and now and get it over with. Stop fucking with me."

Azura daintily covered her muzzle with a hoof and stifled a giggle. "Silly Anon, you're in no position to be making demands, let alone making demands from a Noble of Canterlot but I accept your conditions. No magic and no 'firearms' as your kind calls them." The blue unicorn messily licked the left of her muzzle as she eyeballed you up and down.

"You shuttered at the unmasked implication of this alien horse's intent upon your life as you stood there ramrod straight in the quite forest. A slow spring breeze cooled the sweat collecting on your head. It would have been a beautiful setting in most any other situation.

"Well what are you waiting for, human? My belly is announcing its impatience, as you can no doubt hear." As if on cue an unnaturally loud gurgle resonated from her barrel,

The noise snapped you out of your trance and not so unlike a frightened rabbit you jogged backwards from her position giving her one last glance as if to confirm that these recent events really transpired, darted in the opposite direction. You have no bearing on you current location, no idea of the time (the stupid pony somehow unlatched and swallowed your wristwatch) and no supplies outside of your chest rig with your spare AK47 magazines. You quickly unzipped and discarded the vest seeing how it is now useless without your rifle.

Meanwhile back at the forest clearing, staying true to her word, Azure Star watched Anon flee like the terrified prey that he is. Unseen by Anon though a pegasus watched the whole seen unfold from just above the forest canopy. "You can stop hovering there, Merryweather". The unicorn calmly spoke with a smirk.