Title:           Chocolate Pie ch. 1.5 Digestion Ending (Soft Vore, Samesize)
Author:          OtherAnon
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First Edit:      Friday 28th of November 2014 07:07:57 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Friday 28th of November 2014 07:07:57 PM CDT

>"You did WHAT?!"
>She made it to Twilight's castle in pretty good time, but you can already feel the acids starting to nip away at you
>"I ate him! He tasted so good covered in that creamy... sticky... ohhhh..."
>She starts drooling
>"PINKIE!"
>"Right! Saving his life! Is there any spells you can cast to stop digestion, Twilight?"
>"That's just it! I don't think so! If there is, it's probably in the Canterlot archives, and I don't think we can get there in time. The only way I think we could make it is if I flew there, and I don't think I can carry you both!"
>"Oh... oops. Well, can't you try?"
>"I will, but if something were to go wrong... GRR! We can't wait any longer! Hop on!"
>She hops onto Twilight's back, and you immediately feel a huge increase in altitude
>A good five minutes of flying later
>The stomach acid has already covered your underside, and you're feeling it burn
>Suddenly you feel a huge slam coming from the side and a familiar "WOAH!"
>Twilight screams, "RAINBOW, YOU CUUUUUNT!!!"
 
>You all hit the ground hard, having fallen into the middle of nowhere
>"OWW!!! Oh crap, I think I broke my wing! I can't fly you anywhere like this!"
>"Does that mean..."
>"I think Anon... is done for."
>Those words pierced your heart as badly as the acid is piercing your skin
>"Nonnie..."
"It's... it's okay, Pinkie... If anything, if I have to die young, this is the way I want to go. I like it in here. If there was a way to stop me from digesting, I'd want to stay in here anyway. I love you, Pinkie."
>"I love you too, A-Anon."
>You close your eyes and lay back, letting the acid get to you
>Her stomach churns you about, washing the acid over you, as it tries its hardest to melt you into but a liquid mess
>You know you would probably be screaming in agony right now, but you somehow manage to stay relaxed
>You can feel the acid seeping into your body and dissolving you from the inside out
>You've accepted your fate, all you have left to do is wait for it to happen
>The pain reaches its highest intensity right before you finally lose consciousness
 
>Pinkie is laying down on the ground, of the forest, watching the stars
>It's been hours, and her stomach is significantly smaller, you're surely dead
>She turns onto her side and hears a slight sloshing noise
>Curious, she shakes her stomach about a bit more
>Sloshing
>"That's Anon in there," the thought occurs to her, "just a sloshy liquid in my stomach. He feels so far away, but he's still right there..."
>"Nonnie, I don't know if you can hear me, but you were a great friend. I wish we could have spent more time together, but at least you were okay with the way our time ended..."
>She lays there, talking to you for the next few hours about the stars, about future plans, about everything she never got a chance to tell you
>Eventually, she yawns and closes her eyes
>"Good night, Anon..."
>She turns onto her side, as your remains in her stomach slosh once more
>She smiles at this, and slowly drifts off to sleep
 
~Epilogue~
>Mr. and Mrs. Cake wake up in the morning like any other
>Cupcake sits up in the bed, yawns, stretching, and-
>Okay, what the hell?
>The whole of Sugarcube Corner smells like shit
>She leaves Carrot in bed and goes to search for the source
>She goes to the twins' room, but they don't need a diaper change
>She goes to the front lobby, thinking a customer could've hidden something somewhere, but no
>Finally, she goes to Pinkie's room, opens her closet, and looks inside
>Inside is a bag full of shit with "Anon" written on it in permanent marker
>*yawn* "Uh, Mrs. Cake? What are you doing here?"
>"Trying to figure out why you have this."
>"You... uh, don't want to know. Just put it down."
>"PINKIE!"
>"Alright, fine, I'll deal with it."
>She takes the bag out to the middle of an open field
>She digs a hole, drops the bag in and buries it
>She plants a sign, and writes on it in permanent marker
 
>ANON
>HE WAS A GREAT FRIEND
>and in fine print, it read: HE WAS ALSO DELICIOUS