Post-Apoc Equestria Anon 3 (Vore Thread)

>It is not the sound of the front door opening that wakes you up.

>It is not the sound of the floorboards creaking either.

>Nor is it the sound of the bed creaking above you as something large rests on it.

>No, the sound that brings you back to the land of the living is a loud gurgle.

>Your eyes instantly open wide and your jaw hangs slack.

>Ever so slowly, as to not create any noise, you roll over in order to see what you are dealing with.

>Right there, hanging down from the side of the bed and resting on the ground in front of you is a large, black limb with holes in it towards the end.

>Oooh shit.

>You lay there for a while, staring at the leg and trying to figure out what the fuck you are going to do.

>Is she awake and merely resting or is she asleep? If she is awake, does she know that you are here and is she just taunting you?

>You crawl your way over your small amount of bedding to the edge, keeping careful watch of the limb.

>As you get closer, you notice the leg sway ever so slightly. Even if she is asleep, you have to avoid touching it, lest you awaken the beast.

>You gingerly edge between it and the wall, hoping against all chance that you would somehow be able to avoid contact with it.

>As you are almost out the leg brushes against your own, and you immediately freeze up and look at her. Immediately, you believe that it may have actually been a better idea to just not check if she is up. Thankfully, she still seems to be asleep.

>However, her belly is distended far beyond what you have seen before. It is so large that you are certain that its contents used to be two ponies, or at least something that was large enough to play the part of two.

>The transparent stomach, mercifully, seems to have melted down its occupants down into some sort of black goo. You consider yourself lucky that you didn’t see the transition period between ‘whole and alive’ and ‘monster chyme’.

>She snorts once and shifts position again, her leg moving away from your own.

>You withdraw your leg from that position with a grimace and stand up, all the while keeping your eyes locked on her.

>Backing out the room, you come to a set course of action quickly.

>While her being here is a horrible sign, you could reasonably assume that anything else that may try and eat you has either fucked right off or been eaten.

>The barn could be a good place to lay low, after grabbing some food and water of course.

>You move over to cupboards before drinking some of the hidden bottled water and snacking on some of the horrible, horrible canned fruit of a variety you can’t even recognize.

>Grabbing some of both to go, you turn around.

>Right there, not ten feet away from you is the creature, crouching down to fit her massive frame in the pony house.

>She chuckles and you feel your blood turn to ice as her two toned voice somehow manages to echo despite how small the kitchen is.

>”Now, what manner of creature do we have here?”

>Taking another step closer to you, she makes you realize that you are fucking cornered.

>Looks like it is time to face your death with dignity, you know for a fact you aren’t winning this if it comes down to a fight.

>Armoured carapace beats shiv any day of the week.

“A human, mam.”

>Her eyes widen in surprise.

>At least you managed to say that without sounding like an absolute bitch this time.

>”So the aberration speaks, interesting.”

>She takes another step and you feel your feet being frozen in place.

>A quick glance downward confirms that your feet are encased in a green glow.

“Indeed it does.”

>Even though your external facade is calm, you are freaking out internally.

>She leans in close enough that you can smell her and the gleam of her teeth as she smiles.

>Her smell has a fairly earthy quality to it, you can liken it most to a wet moss or a forest after the rain.

>”What am I going to do with you…”

>She said that more to herself than to you and the whole while you can’t help but watch her fangs and long tongue as she talks.

>In either a moment of either stupidity, brilliance, or desperation, you reach out to her shoulder with one of your arms, with her merely watching your curiously.

>You don’t exactly have much to lose considering how fucked you are anyhow.

>Her carapace feels surprisingly pliant, almost soft, but you have the funniest feeling that it could harden under stress in a flash. Below you can feel powerful muscles that are extremely tense.

>Experimentally, you give a small squeeze and get an immediate response from her body in an entirely nonverbal form as she shudders in what you believe is pleasure.

>With that done, you withdraw your hand, her vision tracing it as it goes to rest at your side once more.

>”Human, I have a proposal.”

>You fight hard to suppress a relieved smile, but ultimately fail.

“And what do you suggest?”

>”Quite simply, I spare you, and you massage me.”

“I think that I can agree to that, especially if we can continue the deal going forward.”

>”We’ll see how I feel if we meet again, human.”

>She practically purrs out that last phrase as she sets herself on the ground on top of her bloated gut.

>You, cautiously, step over to her side, careful to avoid her wings, and try and figure out how you were going to about massaging a giant alien insect-horse that ate living creatures alive and whole.

>First, you decide that her jaw muscles would be under a lot of stress so you step over, remaining behind her head so you don’t have to look into her eyes, and begin to work over the muscles which held her jaws in place.

>Your assumption thankfully appears to be right, as you feel the kinks in her muscles working out easily enough under your ministrations.

>A pleased-sounding moan tells you that you are most certainly doing the right thing.

>After you finish her jaw, you move down to her neck where there was, surprisingly, not too many kinks in her muscles. You only need to fix a few in the back of her neck, and you were done with it.

>Front shoulders were next on your agenda which, as you work over them, straighten up at your touch.

>Moving towards the base of your wings, you knead the area around them. However, you are very careful to not touch the wings themselves.

>If she has anything in common with most winged creatures you know of, she would not like getting her wings touched at all.

>This becomes quite difficult to accomplish as she wings start to buzz a bit.

>Thankfully once more, this stops as you work further down her back and towards her behind.

>Needless to say, you are very cautious about where look and even more cautious about where you place your hands as you work out the knots there.

>During this process you note that she kicks her back-legs a few times, corresponding with the side that you are working on at the time.

>You suspect that she may be getting off on this just a bit.

>Finishing up, you turn towards her head, thankfully without an eyeful of alien genitalia.

“Is our deal complete?”

>”Well, there is one more place that I would like you to massage…”

>You know where this is going and you don’t like it.

>She folds up her wings and rolls over onto her back, the gut that was previously acting as her own personal waterbed pouring over the sides of her lower body, still filled with the very same black goo.

>You shudder and reach out to her gut and begin rubbing, your hands sinking into its smooth surface as you worked.

>As the stomach noisily gurgles away at its contents, you note that you felt nothing solid in there, not even a fragment of bone, although it could have very easily sunk to the bottom out of your reach if there was some in there.

>The thick black goo makes your job a lot harder, for certain, but the moans coming from the alien urge your onwards, if only to hopefully save your own skin.

>Just as you are about to get up about half an hour later, her hoof comes in from behind and presses your face into her belly, which deforms around it.

>”Now, I’m going to let you go. Then, we’re going back to the bedroom. Then, we’re going to both go to sleep on the same bed together, for your skin is pleasant.”

>You make an attempt to respond, but your current situation makes it effectively impossible.

>”Oh, what’s that?”

>You can practically feel the amusement in her voice as she releases your head and lets you get your skull away from the churning mass, which you immediately do.

>You turn to her as you stand back up.

“Very well.”

>You suddenly feel yourself lifting off the ground as you become wrapped in a green-glow and she flips back over onto her front, follows by her standing up.

>Having flashbacks to the barn, your muscles tense but the glow ensures that you can’t do much.

>At least you know that she has no plans of eating you for now. After all, she would have already done it right there in the kitchen after the massage if she did have such plans.

>As both of you re-enter the bedroom, she unceremoniously places you down on the side of the bed against the wall and plops down beside you.

>One of her strong limbs wraps around your midsection and pulls your back against her belly, which continues to gurgle away.

>While you didn’t like the situation at all, there is an undeniable warmth to her grip which seems to tug you to rest.

>Yawning, you close your eyes.

>”Rest now, human, for tonight Chrysalis, Queen of the Changelings shall protect your body.”