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PRINCESS LUNA
(micro, vore, crush, insertion, digestion)
>Well, it’s been more than a year since the debacle with Nightmare Moon and the elements.
>Ponyville (defying all logic once again) is having some sort of Halloween-style celebration for that insane alicorn who almost murdered all of you in cold blood in some rotting castle.
>Although you didn’t dress up, you find yourself wandering around, asking for candy door-to-door.
>Hey, it’s free candy.
>As the night is winding down, Twilight starts on one of her trademark lectures, this time about the old tradition of appeasing Nightmare Moon on this night.
>You do what you usually do when she puts her professor’s cap on.
>Shoot the shit with Pinkie and Rainbow Dash.
>You hear the occasional silly “you’ll get gobbled up” and related spookiness that Twilight no doubt thinks is serious business, but drown it out to keep up the conversation with Pinkie about how many bits it would require for her to take a dare you made about eating candy off of Rainbow’s flank.
>Ends up being too many bits for your entertainment budget.
>Nevertheless, you all end up walking to a crumbling statue of, yep, Nightmare Moon.
>All six begin tithing out a small part of their candy and placing it on an already substantial pile at the foot of the ornate figure.
>What are you ponies doing? That candy’s gonna get dirty.
>”Ummm, hello anon! Didn’t you just hear what I was talking about with our tradition of giving Nightmare Moon some of our candy? I went into explicit detail.”
>Oh yeah, that. Well, being as I’m not a pony, that probably makes me exempt from that hokey thing, huh?
>Blank stares all around.
>Twilight looks a little annoyed.
>”Maybe you should anyway. You know, to share in our time-honored traditions!”
>Awkward, hopeful smile from Twilight.
>God damn but these ponies have me curled around their hooves.
>With no small look of disappointment, you drop the smallest possible portion of your loot onto the massive pile.
>Satisfied, the ponies all give you their best shot at a congratulatory smile and you make your way back into town.
>A round of goodbyes signifies the end of the night, with everypony heading back to their respective homes alone.
>You make the motions of going into your house, only to pull a 360 right back out the door.
>Ponies be damned, you want that candy you had to dump out like some sort of tribal sacrifice.
>You swear these ponies are more superstitious than some of the humans back from your world.
>Luckily, you don’t see anyone else about, being a pretty late hour after all.
>You approach the clearing where the old statue of Nightmare Moon stares down on the pile of candy.
>You should have brought a backpack for all this.
>Begin scooping up as much of the candy can fit into your pockets and bag that you had used earlier in the night.
>Like taking candy from a statue.
>Eventually, every possible container you can use gets filled, so you decide to complete your nefarious deed and head back home for some sleep.
>Whistling a little victory tune from some pop song you listened to back in your world, you get interrupted by a crash of thunder.
>As if that’s not uncommon in a place where the sonic rainboom is a real thing.
>Things become a little more serious, however, when a flash of lightning temporarily blinds you and has you instinctively turn around to its source.
>There’s more than just a statue in the clearing you just raided.
>Princess Luna, eyes aflame with a glare that could probably kill if she so desired, stood exactly where the massive offering of candy would have been had you not robbed it.
>Before you can utter a word, her “royal Canterlot voice” booms
>”So. Thou thinkest thou can simply do away with a thousand generations of tradition?”
>”Thou thinkest thou can rob the offerings to us? To our OWN night?”
>Oh God.
>I have it all here…you can have it back; I can get more candy from Pinkie Pie…
>”It’s not the candy we’re concerned with, you disgusting human. You’ve taken from us, and we believe it’s only fair you traded something in exchange.”
>Instinctively, your hands go to your wallet and you begin looking for valuables to give her.
>”Nothing so cold and material, anon. We will be taking something from you that is much more visceral…personal.”
>You don’t like the sound of that.
>”Anon, We are about to give you a privilege, not a punishment. You are about to know this body as no other pony has.”
>Not sure if she means sex or death.
>Either way, you’re not going to sit around to find out.
>As if you had a choice.
>You find yourself in a massive chamber with canyonlike walls studded with indescribable constellations dotting them, and an infinite ceiling showering weak moonlight down onto the equally dismal floor.
>Midnight blue pillars rise up a few hundred feet away from you, creating the illusion of a colossus of mythology.
>Interestingly enough, the illusion is closer to reality than you would think.
>The colossal spires ominously bend and…
Take a step forward.
>It’s at this point that it’s obvious that this was no monument.
>As if to underscore this conclusion, the terrifyingly familiar face of Princess Luna reigns over the skies above you, staring down in muted disgust as if you were nothing more than a parasite.
>Dropping the terrifying Canterlot voice of her to pick up a more personal, sensual, even innocent flair, her voice booms down at your miniscule figure nonetheless.
>”So, anon. Was ruining an eternity of Equestrian tradition worth it?”
>Even if you could answer at a volume she could hear, nothing escapes your terrified mouth as she slowly lowers down to a comfortable sitting position.
>”Hah! I could just laugh at how pitiful you look right now! What did you think would happen if you crossed one of the Princesses of Equestria!?”
>With nothing more than an idle gesture, her monolithic hoof swings down upon you.
>The blow strikes, casting you across the floor like a pair of dice.
>Her innocent laughter only serves to underscore the pain that rips through your body as you crash hard on the smooth, shining surface.
>Attempting feebly to rise to your feet to attempt another escape, another massive hoof drops down with no more effort than one would use to swat a fly.
>The overwhelming pressure threatens to make you black out once again, but you find yourself struggling, however impotently, against Luna’s world spanning hoof.
>”I’ve never had the opportunity to play this with a…human…before.”
>Her disgust at your alien nature to her is almost tangible, and if you weren’t already less than an inch tall, you’d feel as if you were growing smaller and smaller under her smug attitude.
>”You know, besides you, anon, I’ve never played with a human at all before.”
>Astonishingly, the hard, malicious smirk she had been giving you broke into a more curious smile.
>”I wonder…”
>Before you could ask what she had been wondering, you find yourself seized into the air by her all-controlling hoof.
>”You, little anon, are going to get to see something few have ever been granted the privilege to see.”
>You would have cried out, asking what it was you were about to see, or even just begging for mercy, had it not been for her rapidly shifting hoof bringing you to her rear quarters.
>Her marehood glistened with all of the force of the stars you used to gaze at with Twilight in happier days, almost becoming inviting with their beauty.
>Unceremoniously, Luna forces her hoof into the rapidly growing valley.
>The word “pain” scarcely seems adequate compared to the amount of vocal pleasure Luna seizes from your misery as you are indelicately smeared across the star-studded lips of her most intimate parts.
>Life seems to balance on a fragile rope for you as bones, joints and muscles cry out in pain as Luna derives sexual gratification from your misery.
>Seemingly seconds before your mind demands you give up and just die, an ear shattering scream of pure ecstasy conquers your existence with its power.
>Moans befitting a goddess such as Luna emit from far above as you become just another object of her pleasure. A temporary blackout from the physical stress removes you from reality.
>As you wake up with a start, your surroundings make it obvious that the sexual perversion you had just become part of had not been a dream.
>In what you had thought had been a horrifying nightmare, Luna’s all-encompassing face dominates your vision as you blink rapidly, trying to remember a time when you lived your life, went to college, drove a car, and walked with other PEOPLE.
>Instead, all that emerges in your delirious mind is Luna’s omnipotence, her casual use of you as a sex toy, and your ultimate humiliation as a speck under this alicorn’s hoof.
>A sense of desperation runs through every fiber of your body. You are a person. A person.
>Not an object for this princess.
>Right?
>Before you could rally yourself up to enough strength to attempt another escape, Luna sports an utterly victorious, yet horribly beautiful smile.
>”Now anon, because you took such sweet candy away from me, I feel it’s only fair that you replace it, yes?”
>Most definitely no.
>At this point you realize trying to protest is all but pointless. You just look up at the vastly superior alicorn, hoping she might, through some act of mercy, spare you from becoming a formless smear under her hoof (or worse).
>Wishful thinking, of course, as Luna violently pins you once again under her hoof.
>”I haven’t had a single thing to eat this entire night, you know. And I always thought those little ponies were supposed to bring me offerings on Nightmare Night.”
>”Since you’ve so bravely decided to take the place of these offerings, however, I suppose I have no choice but to accept.”
>Her words unfold to you like a dream, the mere idea that Luna viewed you as a morsel and no more seeming surreal to you.
>”I’ll be honest with you- if I were you, I’d feel pretty good right now. It’s not every pon- well, human, that gets to become one with a princess of Equestria.”
>With this last taunt, you gratefully feel the pressure of her hoof lessen, only to lift you into the air at a sickening rate. The star-filled surroundings whiz by as you find yourself hundreds of feet in the air, purely at the mercy of this comic goddess.
>It seems as if the time for words had passed. Her eyes reflected this statement in a greedy, passionate embrace with your pitiful, tiny body.
>Mauve skin shifting into a gorgeous, entrancing smile, Luna lowers you, almost invitingly, into her royal maw.
>Saliva beads the size of trains drip between her utterly perfect teeth, almost enrapturing you had it not been for the mortal peril that throbbed incessantly in your gut.
>With nothing more than a release of her grip, your world is tossed upside down.
>Pain, now horrifyingly familiar to you, throbs through your side as you crash onto one of her teeth, only to roll onto the comparatively soft surface of her graceful tongue.
>Although your world now consists of the white and pink of her flawless mouth, Luna’s face slowly emerges in a smile that could melt the toughest of stallions, utterly satisfied at your horrible fate.
>Adrenaline gripping your every muscle in a sort of prehistoric survival instinct, you thrash about, seeking the exit between her full, glistening lips.
>The efforts of the only human in Equestria amounted to nothing as Luna, with a simple flick of her tongue, tosses you to the rear of the cavernous enclosure.
>With no more warning than a piece of food gets from its devourer, her throat makes the deadly undulation of a swallow, sucking you down her gullet, with no chance of return.
>After an almost narcotic passage through her esophagus, you drop, with little pain you might add, into her endless stomach.
>True to her word, there was little if no food to take refuge on as you begin to writhe in agony against Luna’s most basic of bodily processes.
>An almost insane ecstasy grips you as your delirious mind grapples with the concept of becoming nourishment for royalty.
>Consciousness dissolving, fading away into simple energy for Princess Luna, you feel yourself content, almost happy. You’re glad that if you were to die, at least you can die knowing you contributed to something. Something as beautiful and powerful as Luna. A smile would have creeped across your face had you not already become part of her.

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PRINCESS LUNA
(micro, vore, crush, insertion, digestion)

>Well, it’s been more than a year since the debacle with Nightmare Moon and the elements.
>Ponyville (defying all logic once again) is having some sort of Halloween-style celebration for that insane alicorn who almost murdered all of you in cold blood in some rotting castle.
>Although you didn’t dress up, you find yourself wandering around, asking for candy door-to-door.
>Hey, it’s free candy.
>As the night is winding down, Twilight starts on one of her trademark lectures, this time about the old tradition of appeasing Nightmare Moon on this night.
>You do what you usually do when she puts her professor’s cap on.
>Shoot the shit with Pinkie and Rainbow Dash.
>You hear the occasional silly “you’ll get gobbled up” and related spookiness that Twilight no doubt thinks is serious business, but drown it out to keep up the conversation with Pinkie about how many bits it would require for her to take a dare you made about eating candy off of Rainbow’s flank.
>Ends up being too many bits for your entertainment budget.
>Nevertheless, you all end up walking to a crumbling statue of, yep, Nightmare Moon.
>All six begin tithing out a small part of their candy and placing it on an already substantial pile at the foot of the ornate figure.
>What are you ponies doing? That candy’s gonna get dirty.
>”Ummm, hello anon! Didn’t you just hear what I was talking about with our tradition of giving Nightmare Moon some of our candy? I went into explicit detail.”
>Oh yeah, that. Well, being as I’m not a pony, that probably makes me exempt from that hokey thing, huh?
>Blank stares all around.
>Twilight looks a little annoyed.
>”Maybe you should anyway. You know, to share in our time-honored traditions!”
>Awkward, hopeful smile from Twilight.
>God damn but these ponies have me curled around their hooves.
>With no small look of disappointment, you drop the smallest possible portion of your loot onto the massive pile.
>Satisfied, the ponies all give you their best shot at a congratulatory smile and you make your way back into town.
>A round of goodbyes signifies the end of the night, with everypony heading back to their respective homes alone.
>You make the motions of going into your house, only to pull a 360 right back out the door.
>Ponies be damned, you want that candy you had to dump out like some sort of tribal sacrifice.
>You swear these ponies are more superstitious than some of the humans back from your world.
>Luckily, you don’t see anyone else about, being a pretty late hour after all.
>You approach the clearing where the old statue of Nightmare Moon stares down on the pile of candy.
>You should have brought a backpack for all this.
>Begin scooping up as much of the candy can fit into your pockets and bag that you had used earlier in the night.
>Like taking candy from a statue.
>Eventually, every possible container you can use gets filled, so you decide to complete your nefarious deed and head back home for some sleep.
>Whistling a little victory tune from some pop song you listened to back in your world, you get interrupted by a crash of thunder.
>As if that’s not uncommon in a place where the sonic rainboom is a real thing.
>Things become a little more serious, however, when a flash of lightning temporarily blinds you and has you instinctively turn around to its source.
>There’s more than just a statue in the clearing you just raided.
>Princess Luna, eyes aflame with a glare that could probably kill if she so desired, stood exactly where the massive offering of candy would have been had you not robbed it.
>Before you can utter a word, her “royal Canterlot voice” booms
>”So. Thou thinkest thou can simply do away with a thousand generations of tradition?”
>”Thou thinkest thou can rob the offerings to us? To our OWN night?”
>Oh God.
>I have it all here…you can have it back; I can get more candy from Pinkie Pie…
>”It’s not the candy we’re concerned with, you disgusting human. You’ve taken from us, and we believe it’s only fair you traded something in exchange.”
>Instinctively, your hands go to your wallet and you begin looking for valuables to give her.
>”Nothing so cold and material, anon. We will be taking something from you that is much more visceral…personal.”
>You don’t like the sound of that.
>”Anon, We are about to give you a privilege, not a punishment. You are about to know this body as no other pony has.”
>Not sure if she means sex or death.
>Either way, you’re not going to sit around to find out.
>As if you had a choice.
>You find yourself in a massive chamber with canyonlike walls studded with indescribable constellations dotting them, and an infinite ceiling showering weak moonlight down onto the equally dismal floor.
>Midnight blue pillars rise up a few hundred feet away from you, creating the illusion of a colossus of mythology.
>Interestingly enough, the illusion is closer to reality than you would think.
>The colossal spires ominously bend and…
Take a step forward.
>It’s at this point that it’s obvious that this was no monument.
>As if to underscore this conclusion, the terrifyingly familiar face of Princess Luna reigns over the skies above you, staring down in muted disgust as if you were nothing more than a parasite.
>Dropping the terrifying Canterlot voice of her to pick up a more personal, sensual, even innocent flair, her voice booms down at your miniscule figure nonetheless.
>”So, anon. Was ruining an eternity of Equestrian tradition worth it?”
>Even if you could answer at a volume she could hear, nothing escapes your terrified mouth as she slowly lowers down to a comfortable sitting position.
>”Hah! I could just laugh at how pitiful you look right now! What did you think would happen if you crossed one of the Princesses of Equestria!?”
>With nothing more than an idle gesture, her monolithic hoof swings down upon you.
>The blow strikes, casting you across the floor like a pair of dice.
>Her innocent laughter only serves to underscore the pain that rips through your body as you crash hard on the smooth, shining surface.
>Attempting feebly to rise to your feet to attempt another escape, another massive hoof drops down with no more effort than one would use to swat a fly.
>The overwhelming pressure threatens to make you black out once again, but you find yourself struggling, however impotently, against Luna’s world spanning hoof.
>”I’ve never had the opportunity to play this with a…human…before.”
>Her disgust at your alien nature to her is almost tangible, and if you weren’t already less than an inch tall, you’d feel as if you were growing smaller and smaller under her smug attitude.
>”You know, besides you, anon, I’ve never played with a human at all before.”
>Astonishingly, the hard, malicious smirk she had been giving you broke into a more curious smile.
>”I wonder…”
>Before you could ask what she had been wondering, you find yourself seized into the air by her all-controlling hoof.
>”You, little anon, are going to get to see something few have ever been granted the privilege to see.”
>You would have cried out, asking what it was you were about to see, or even just begging for mercy, had it not been for her rapidly shifting hoof bringing you to her rear quarters.
>Her marehood glistened with all of the force of the stars you used to gaze at with Twilight in happier days, almost becoming inviting with their beauty.
>Unceremoniously, Luna forces her hoof into the rapidly growing valley.
>The word “pain” scarcely seems adequate compared to the amount of vocal pleasure Luna seizes from your misery as you are indelicately smeared across the star-studded lips of her most intimate parts.
>Life seems to balance on a fragile rope for you as bones, joints and muscles cry out in pain as Luna derives sexual gratification from your misery.
>Seemingly seconds before your mind demands you give up and just die, an ear shattering scream of pure ecstasy conquers your existence with its power.
>Moans befitting a goddess such as Luna emit from far above as you become just another object of her pleasure. A temporary blackout from the physical stress removes you from reality.
>As you wake up with a start, your surroundings make it obvious that the sexual perversion you had just become part of had not been a dream.
>In what you had thought had been a horrifying nightmare, Luna’s all-encompassing face dominates your vision as you blink rapidly, trying to remember a time when you lived your life, went to college, drove a car, and walked with other PEOPLE.
>Instead, all that emerges in your delirious mind is Luna’s omnipotence, her casual use of you as a sex toy, and your ultimate humiliation as a speck under this alicorn’s hoof.
>A sense of desperation runs through every fiber of your body. You are a person. A person.
>Not an object for this princess.
>Right?
>Before you could rally yourself up to enough strength to attempt another escape, Luna sports an utterly victorious, yet horribly beautiful smile.
>”Now anon, because you took such sweet candy away from me, I feel it’s only fair that you replace it, yes?”
>Most definitely no.
>At this point you realize trying to protest is all but pointless. You just look up at the vastly superior alicorn, hoping she might, through some act of mercy, spare you from becoming a formless smear under her hoof (or worse).
>Wishful thinking, of course, as Luna violently pins you once again under her hoof.
>”I haven’t had a single thing to eat this entire night, you know. And I always thought those little ponies were supposed to bring me offerings on Nightmare Night.”
>”Since you’ve so bravely decided to take the place of these offerings, however, I suppose I have no choice but to accept.”
>Her words unfold to you like a dream, the mere idea that Luna viewed you as a morsel and no more seeming surreal to you.
>”I’ll be honest with you- if I were you, I’d feel pretty good right now. It’s not every pon- well, human, that gets to become one with a princess of Equestria.”
>With this last taunt, you gratefully feel the pressure of her hoof lessen, only to lift you into the air at a sickening rate. The star-filled surroundings whiz by as you find yourself hundreds of feet in the air, purely at the mercy of this comic goddess.
>It seems as if the time for words had passed. Her eyes reflected this statement in a greedy, passionate embrace with your pitiful, tiny body.
>Mauve skin shifting into a gorgeous, entrancing smile, Luna lowers you, almost invitingly, into her royal maw.
>Saliva beads the size of trains drip between her utterly perfect teeth, almost enrapturing you had it not been for the mortal peril that throbbed incessantly in your gut.
>With nothing more than a release of her grip, your world is tossed upside down.
>Pain, now horrifyingly familiar to you, throbs through your side as you crash onto one of her teeth, only to roll onto the comparatively soft surface of her graceful tongue.
>Although your world now consists of the white and pink of her flawless mouth, Luna’s face slowly emerges in a smile that could melt the toughest of stallions, utterly satisfied at your horrible fate.
>Adrenaline gripping your every muscle in a sort of prehistoric survival instinct, you thrash about, seeking the exit between her full, glistening lips.
>The efforts of the only human in Equestria amounted to nothing as Luna, with a simple flick of her tongue, tosses you to the rear of the cavernous enclosure.
>With no more warning than a piece of food gets from its devourer, her throat makes the deadly undulation of a swallow, sucking you down her gullet, with no chance of return.
>After an almost narcotic passage through her esophagus, you drop, with little pain you might add, into her endless stomach.
>True to her word, there was little if no food to take refuge on as you begin to writhe in agony against Luna’s most basic of bodily processes.
>An almost insane ecstasy grips you as your delirious mind grapples with the concept of becoming nourishment for royalty.
>Consciousness dissolving, fading away into simple energy for Princess Luna, you feel yourself content, almost happy. You’re glad that if you were to die, at least you can die knowing you contributed to something. Something as beautiful and powerful as Luna. A smile would have creeped across your face had you not already become part of her.

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