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Friendship Is Hunted	By : newenglandee Category: +M through R > My Little Pony Views: 3212 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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It had taken many, many hours of careful consideration...many hours of sitting alone in the dark of the hall as sunlight softly filtered in through stained-glass windows, dust motes flittering about their heads...but they'd decided. They'd made their decision. The heroines of Equestria had a plan to contend with the Huntsman. They would rise to his challenge and defeat him.
"Twilight, y'all sure you wanna do this?" Applejack inquired, Twilight Sparkle making her way out of their hall, the people of Ponyville waiting outside for her decision as the Princess of Ponyville gave her dear friend a simple, firm nod.
"She can take him...with a little help from her friends." Rainbow Dash insisted, looking down at her still slightly-sore arms, flinching a bit as Fluttershy tenderly put a hoof upon her shoulder and gave her a comforting pat, Dash smiling in appreciation as they pushed the double-doors to Twilight's castle open, the light of the sun cascading down upon their faces as Pinkie breathed in deep, sighing wistfully.
"Good morning to you, good morning to you! We're all in our places with sunshiney faces!" She proclaimed, spreading her arms wide as the people of Ponyville all raised respective eyebrows at this. "We've got great news! Twilight's got a plan!"
"Oh! Well, that's a relief." Mrs. Cake admitted, her husband nodding in agreement as Apple Bloom walked over to her sister, gently holding one hoof as she looked up into her eyes, worry etched into her youthful face.
"We were so worried aboutcha, sis. Y'all been inside that castle for days now, and we were worried you might not EVER come out!" She whimpered, Applejack rubbing her sister's head, giving her a little smile.
"Y'all don't gotta worry no more. Twilight can handle the Huntsman. She's got a real good plan."
"Where IS the Huntsman, pray tell?" Rarity inquired, rubbing her chin as she glanced about, looking around at the faces of the Ponyville townsfolk, some of them nervously rubbing the backs of their neck before, at last, everyone slowly stepped aside and pointed in the direction of the diner. Rarity GAPED in surprise, seeing a small horde of hooded ponies were all gathered around the diner, waving their hooves in the air, chanting in ominous tones. Rarity approached the odd mob, her friends following after as Spike trotted alongside her, sniffing the air. "What is it, Spike?"
"I smell...Barbeque Sauce?" He muttered, one of the hooded ponies taking their hood off, their faces having tribal markings etched upon them made up of, sure enough. barbeque sauce.
"We are your loyal servants! For you, oh Horned One! Our vile, unworthy blood for you! Drink me! Driiiiink meeeee!" The cultist proclaimed, holding his hooves up in the air, his wrists leaking blood as the Huntsman strode out of the diner, sighing a bit as he turned to look at Twilight, shrugging slightly.
"They showed up a day ago. You know you've truly made it when you have a cult worshiping you." He admitted, lifting the cultist with the slashed wrist up with a single hand. "I couldn't very well say "no"."
"Oh, I think you COULD!" Spike squeaked out, the cultists all kneeling down around the Huntsman, then raising their hooves up in the air, slowly bringing the hooves back down in continuous worship as the licked the cheek of the "offering". "How many have you EATEN, I mean...wait. Wait, just gotta ask this..." The little purple dragon held up a hand, cringing a bit. "They haven't...offered any babies, have they? Because I've heard cultists like to do that."
"You know, I've heard a FEW people in this town saying I probably eat babies." The Huntsman growled a bit, glancing over in the direction of the town's residents as some of them immediately looked away, nonchalantly whistling. "I shall not name names, Big Mac. Because finger pointing, Big Mac, gets us nowhere. Don't you agree, BIG MAC!?"
"...yup." Big Mac growled out through gritted teeth, immediately putting himself between Apple Jack and Apple Bloom, eyes glaring balefully.
"I'll have you know I do NOT eat babies. I eat toddlers." The Huntsman remarked, everybody IMMEDIATELY gaping, shrieking or gasping in surprise before the Huntsman let off a toothy grin. "That was a joke."
"I think Mrs. Cake is having a heart attack!" Sweetie Belle cried out, Mr. Cake trying to resuscitate her as the Huntsman turned to look at Twilight, raising an invisible eyebrow up, Pinkie Pie waving a Cherry pie of her own in front of Mrs.Cake's nostrils to rouse her. Where did she GET that cherry pie, you may inquire?
Let's be honest, you're better off not knowing.
"Have you decided who will challenge me? Who will become my prey to be hunted? Be the hope of this world?" The Huntsman asked of Twilight Sparkle.
"True salvation lies within the pit of the Horned One's belly!" The cultist in his hand proclaimed dramatically, the Huntsman cringing.
"And can we hurry this up? He's getting "Stale"."
"I shall be your opponent. You know, pray tell, of the abandoned castle in the Everfree forest? Former home of my mentors?" Twilight asked of the Huntsman, gesturing over in the direction of the enchanted woods with a single hoof, giving the Huntsman a firm glare. "That's where I shall be waiting for you...and I won't hold back one iota."
"I wouldn't ask you to." The Huntsman mused, waving a hand in the air. "Now, if you'll excuse me..." He remarked, turning to the cultist in his hand. "I should get to my breakfast. It IS the most important meal of the day." The Huntsman said as he headed back inside the diner.
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...Twilight Sparkle readied the cauldron, taking in a deep breath to inhale the fumes rising up from its depths, the zebra by her side giving her a thoughtful nod, her mohawked hair flopping slightly. "I've not done this before. Is it supposed to smell like...well, like DEATH?" She asked of Zecora the Zebra, the forest-dwelling shaman giving her a nod as she took off the gold hoops from her ears, carefully opening them up, revealing what lay within their hollow interior: a sparkling, shining collection of dust that drifted down into the pot, making it puff up as Twilight rubbed her hooves together in joy. "THAT looks promising!"
"This spell will help to animate the statues in this fortress keep. We have cause to celebrate, but miles to go before we sleep. Help me to add this flower's bloom to bring about the Huntsman's doom." Zecora asked of Twilight, the alicorn nodding as she trotted across the kitchen floor past cracked dark tiles and to the shelves upon the walls, opening up a jar and getting out small, shriveled little red flowers which she popped into the cauldron.
With a crash like thunder, the cauldron shook, and then wafts of smoke rose out of the tub, swiftly moving out of the kitchen and snaking through the halls like serpents on the prowl, shooting into collections of armor, various statues and piles of rubble lying about on the floor, Twilight smiling with relief.
"We're ready. Let "Team B" get in position." Twilight asked of Zecora, who gave her a cheery smile and bowed deeply.
"Your plan is clever, dearest friend. Soon all our fears will reach their end. I shall alert the other two of three and see if they are now ready."
"I'd love to respond with a bit of rhyming, but you know me...such awful timing." Twilight admitted with a small giggle, Zecora smiling at this and trotting off as Twilight bolted from the kitchen to race up the nearest flight of stairs, past torn and patchworked banners to finally reach the highest ramparts of the castle. She stood atop the tallest tower, a single flag banner flying high behind her as she peered out with a set of binoculars, looking down the forest path. There he was, alright...the Huntsman and his hunting spear slinking through the forest, hiding behind a tree-
No, wait, now he was gone. Hmm. For something big and black and seemingly hard to see, he was remarkably swift and stealthy, using the cover of the trees and the shadows to hide himself from her sight. But the only way inside the castle was a large rope she'd had...of course...
Magically boobytrapped.
As the Huntsman made his way across the bridge, Twilight focused her horn, eyes narrowing a bit as a pinkish bolt shot up from the end of the bridge on which the castle lay. The Huntsman blinked in surprise, the rope snapping as he grabbed hold of the edge as hard as he could, being slammed against the cliffside with a grunt, dragging himself up on the rope as he looked up at the castle, seeing Twilight at the tippy top.
"Very funny." He called out, turning around and walking off a few yards, Twilight suddenly realizing what he was about to do as he swiftly bolted towards the cliff, then BOUNDED over, landing on the opposite side with a THUNKA-THUD, dusting himself off as he briefly glanced down the clifface. "Hmm. Sharp rocks at the bottom and everything. Of course, you knew that couldn't possibly have-" He began to say before taking a step forward on the path to the castle...
SHRUKKA-THROOOOOM! The ground EXPLODED outward, nearly sending him flying right off the cliff as he reeled back, panting and heaving as Twilight calmly folded her hooves before her chest, the Huntsman sniffing the ground as the chunks of earth and road that had been sent flying all around finally flopped to the earth. "...explosives in the ground. You planted mines, did you? All along the road?"
Twilight just calmly whistled atop the ramparts, liesurely leaning against one of the tower's rails, bobbing her head back and forth, singing an oddly...familiar song. "I used to wonder what friendship could be..."
"Ha-HA." The Huntsman grunted out, digging up the remains of the mine that had exploded and holding it in his hands, looking it over as his eyes narrowed in interest. It was a flat, circular thing, a tiny little red button in the center pressed in and heavily cracked by the explosion, much like the rest of the mine. He sniffed it, tasting it with his blue tongue before turning to look at the road. "Based on the design and the scent of the explosive...you used heat-seeking and heavy pressure timers. A mine built for someone of large size like myself..." He muttered. "I recognize this brand, Twilight Sparkle!" He yelled in her direction. "Five hundred years ago a mechanic tried the very same tack you did here. The same kind of explosive sedimentary rock!"
Twilight rubbed her chin. She HAD gotten the new element she'd used in this explosive from an asteroid that had landed several years back, part of a shower that had struck at the outskirts of town. Wasn't too hard to imagine the same material had landed on other worlds, but...to think this being's senses were so good they could distinguish like this...knowing the difference between mere rocks and high explosive?
"Pinkie's friend Maud would probably find your abilities fascinating." She remarked atop the castle tower, the Huntsman chuckling as he began swerving around the road, making his way towards the castle. "She's all about rocks."
"Princess Luna once buried me under a rock slide. It took me hours to dig myself out because of my gammy leg." He admitted, finally bolting for the entrance of the castle as Twilight looked down at him entering the courtyard. "It says a lot about me that I can distinguish different rock types by taste."
"You need a better hobby. I recommend reading." Twilight mused. "For example, I learned this FASCINATING spell from a book in this very castle. You might have heard of it. It's known as "Animation"...motion to the motionless?"
An enormous, bulky set of living armor BARRELED out of a nearby wall, the Huntsman wheeling around, ducking to avoid a sweep of its axe as its comrades all filed out, swinging swords and axes as Twilight held her hooves aloft, swinging them back and forth as if to direct them, cheerily whistling as the Huntsman struck back at the living armors. He swung his spear/staff as it slammed into armor after armor, a satisfying THRUKKA-CHACK noise ringing through the air...
Well, satisfying to Twillight. It clearly wasn't doing much. You could whack a zombie over the head. Crack its skull. The zombie wasn't going to care, and neither was this living armor. The Huntsman frowned, realizing quickly he was being ovewhelmed and surrounded, ducking and swerving about to avoid strikes from the living armor. Their blades slashed through the air, narrowly cutting through his deep, dark body as his pale blue eyes glistened angrily, axes narrowly embedding in his skull as he dipped underneath to avoid potentially fatal blows.
This would indeed be a challenge...but the Huntsman wasn't unprepared, holding his spear up he focused his energy through it, the tip end firing off a potent, sizzling blast of bright blue energy that OBLITERATED the set of living pony armor next to him, chunks of it flying through the air, dissapating into nothingness to keep Twilight from simply reviving the armor anew as he then ducked down and SWUNG, sweeping all of the other living armor sets around him off their feet.
The Huntsman leapt up through the air, swiftly bounding to the top of a pile of nearby rubble, holding his staff up and blasting away at the living armor sets as Twilight quickly realized she needed a new plan of attack, slinking down into the ramparts as the Huntsman fired again and again, the Living Armor sets being dissolved with every single blast from his spear. At last he lowered it, his work finished as he turned to look in the direction of the tower Twilight had been in, sniffing at the air. "I have your scent..." He whispered, swiftly moving into the nearby door, slinking along the dark hallway as his eyes slightly glowed. His clawed raked against the cold brick walls, the air hot and thick and heavy as he licked his fanged maw. "You shan't escape me."
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...Twilight barreled down the hallway, heading for the library of the castle as she heard the Huntsman's claws echoing out through the air, making a horrifying screeching noise as they grew closer...closer. But she couldn't tell which direction he was coming from...
It didn't matter. She had to stall. Twilight stood in the back of the room, glancing left and right at every entrance, her horn glowing a faint purple color as the alicorn readied herself, the Huntsman's form emerging from the west side, standing tall and proud as he held up his spear, aiming it at her. "Are you really going to try and duel me head-on like-" He asked.
Twilight's horn sparked, and a burning wave of purplish flames shot forth, the Huntsman batting it to the side as it slammed into the wall, chunks flying about as she fired again, the Huntsman simply DUCKING to avoid the strike...then Twilight focused her horn as the long tables in the room floated up into the air and barreled right at the alien hunter. He "eeped", ducking to avoid the first one, the second SLAMMING him into the wall, Twilight happily grinning...until he ripped it off his body and shot at her with his staff.
Twilight rolled away, focusing her horn anew as the chairs in the room soared at him, the Huntsman folding his arms across his chest, eyes narrowed as they all sunk into his body over and over again as if being tossed into a pit of mud, Twilight Sparkle cringing. "Of course, if you know what to expect, you can prepare for it..."
"You really can't expect to defeat me when I'm ready for-" He began to say before stepping forward.
THRAKKA-BOOOOOM! With a howl he was launched up, up through the air, his head SLAMMING right through the ceiling, the rest of his body sticking out the bottom as he hung limp in the air like a noodle, slightly twitching for a few moments before Twilight giggled.
"You stuck a mine...in the middle...of a library." She heard his head growl out from the floor above her, Twilight nonchalantly trotting off for the nearest exit.
"Well, you know what they say! In a head-to-head competition, the one with the most brains wins!" She proclaimed...before the ceiling SHATTERED, chunks of it flying through the air, Twilight ducking away to avoid being struck as the Huntsman fell to the floor, then bounded at her, Twilight barely managing to roll away as she raced down the hall, the alien hunter racing after her, Twilight panting and heaving as sweat began to pop up on her brow.
Where were they? Why weren't they here by now? Surely they should have arrived at the castle-
CAUGHT ENDING
Unfortunately Twilight's thought process was interrupted as the Huntsman's claws grabbed hold of her tail, yanking her back, his other fist held high as he brought it down on her head.
A single blow and she was knocked to the ground, the Huntsman standing over her as she moaned in pain, his clawed hands turning her over on her back as he looked her over.
"You, student of Celestia, had some very clever tricks and spells. Unfortunately, despite the home-team advantage...it's just not enough." He admitted, kneeling down, pinning her to the ground. "Your mentor Celestia was quite skilled as well. I greatly admired her magical abilities." He added as he inhaled Twilight's scent. "And just like her, you too also have quite a pleasant scent."  The Huntsman admitted as he stroked her cheek, Twilight gulping a bit in fear. "It'll be an honor to take in one so talented and lovely into me. Take comfort, little one..." He cooed as he caressed her form. "You'll enjoy every moment."
"Are-are you going to cook me like you did Blueblood?" She whimpered in fear, the Huntsman shaking his head back and forth as he reached down and wiped a tear away from her cheek.
"No. I've a kinder fate in store for you." He intoned as he lifted her up and she looked down at what was now emerging from his crotch...between his thighs was now an enormous manhood, which he now rested her head against as an odd, musky, enticing scent began to emerge from the odd liquid faintly drooling out the tip of his cock. "Will you drink of it?" He asked of her. "I won't make you, but...you'll quite like the taste. Give it a try."
Twilight knew what sex was, of course...knew what seed was, knew what THIS was, she should say no. Of COURSE she should say no, but...but the scent was so intoxicating...her curiosity got the best of her and she leaned in, licking the liquid and was delighed at how WONDERFUL it tasted. It was musky, a little spicy, a play of salty and sweet dancing on her tastebuds as an afterthought, this lovely taste beginning to warm her from the insides as well, like a trickle of hot lead pouring into her and giving her fresh vitality. She began to drink of it, the Huntsman gently stroking her head. He didn't even need to demand she do anything, she was clearly loving the taste just as so many others had. Her lips gently latched onto the tip of his firm cock, her tongue trailing over the slit over and over again to coax more of the warm, revitalizing drool from within its depths.
He hissed and murred a little, the little purple alicorn's temperature starting to make her body swell with lusty heat the more she drank of his fertile fluids.  The solid length of veiny alien cock swelled a little bigger, straining against the girl's hooves and lips as she continued to nurse from it like a hungry whelp. Suddenly her muzzle slipped right into the wide cumslit, making the big horned alien groan in pleasure as a familiar gurgle from his balls reminded him about one of his many hungers.  He sighed blissfully as Twilight began easing more of her  face right inside his tip. More...she wanted to be inside. It felt so warm and inviting and comforting, this feel upon her face, her little indigo head sliding all the way inside, her horn briefly grinding against the inside of his urethral bulge in the most delightful way.  So delightfully that his member spurted wave after wave of hot precum against the intruding alicorn, lubricating her for a quicker descent, which was fine with her, her cheery murrs indicating she was enjoying it.
It wasn't often that the Huntsman managed to find a meal so willing or eager to please.  He didn't even need to flex those internal muscles to draw his prey within, simply relaxing his length and letting the little alicorn do all the work.  He groaned occasionally whenever she moved, pleasure spiking through the roof when her smooth form slithered into his dark python of man meat more and more.
He watched her form wriggling half within his enormous, hungry cock, making the Huntsman growl softly with each motion that her squirming body had to offer him.  She started to have a little trouble when her form finally pressed in all the way up to her hips and hindlegs.  The hot space of the Huntsman's urethra was definitely roomy enough to devour sizable meals whole, but it would still require her to tuck her legs in straight for them to glide downward as well.
"Would you like some help, my little pony?" The Huntsman inquired, Twilight shuddering in delight as she felt his clawed hands envelop her thighs.
"...yes...please." She admitted. "It feels so NICE in here, I...I want to be fully inside. It's so fascinating...so HUGE. Bigger on the inside than the outside."
"I AM a living galaxy." He said, pressing her thighs inward as well with a sigh. He did feel somewhat bad watching the alicorn's lower legs slithering into his loins,  following the rest of her form that was buried deeper.  Poor thing. She'd only wanted to keep her people safe, her friends safe. Still, he'd make it up to her. He hadn't gotten to where he was by being cruel to the undeserving.
Though that thought left his mind when he felt her head slip deeper into his groin, her horn feeling incredible against the insides of his sensitive ducts, and especially as she started to push into his big ole prostate. He let his bulging member rest on the ground between his legs as his prostate filled with her form.  Twilight was now all cozy inside the Huntsman's flesh, curling up in that larger-than-natural gland that his kind so often had considering how frequently they enjoyed THIS kind of unique meal.  The lower part of his paunch bulged into a firm rounded form, and the Huntsman rubbed over it gently, feeling her form curl up tight as could be within, perhaps she was even dozing off, it was hard to tell.
Inside, Twilight was in a pool of thick, delicious liquid that was warm to the touch, sweet and succulent, the walls soft and inviting as she nuzzled up against it, moaning happily. She just wanted to sink deeper into his blissful warmth, feeling what felt like many arms tenderly wrapping around her, comforting her form. She was becoming altered, she knew...entering the conversion process, her form was sinking into the deep pool to be broken down into seed like so many other prey, all pleasurable sacrifices for the Huntsman. Mercifully though, as he'd promised...she was enjoying it. Each stage of the process was just as unique and pleasurable as the next, and Twilight relaxed, letting herself enjoy them all.
It was deeply pleasurable for the Huntsman as well, beginning with a gentle pulsating sensation deep within his groin, as if his gland were squeezing around Twilight tightly, being sure that every soft, furry inch of her body was tucked in tightly enough.  The pulsation was met with a warming, as if his veins were gently feeding fire to the flesh surrounding her, heating her up slowly.
His member throbbed even more firmly as the pleasurable fire mounted and he could feel his prostate beginning to melt her down with the pool of seed she'd welcomed herself into, secreting the special precum and other fluids that would coax the genetics right out of her form in the form of individual sperm. So much genetic material...a worthy sacrifice not merely of youthful female potential, but MAGICAL potential as well. Billions, trillions of people in the galaxy his body was would benefit from her sacrifice as she was collected into the  hot viscous pool she'd willingly joined.  Minutes passed, and the Huntsman could feel her former body expire gently inside his prostate, her form dissolving in a liquid gurgle until she was nothing more than a huge load.
He hissed softly as he let her out of that temporary place of change and holding and down into his balls.  His other hand groped over them both in turn as they swelled with new seed, filled with potency that he'd taken from her as he looked up, Celestia and Luna approaching with a zebra by their side. Celestia could see his full sack, quickly realizing what had occurred.
"...oh, Twilight..." She murmured, covering her face with one hoof, tears beginning to well in her eyes. "I'm so sorry..." She whispered, Luna putting a comforting hoof upon her side as Zecora bowed her head in sorrow. "So, so, sorry."
"Don't cry. She didn't feel any pain." The Huntsman offered, standing up as he displayed his assets. "And I was hoping you'd appear here. I wish to offer up a counter-proposal." He admitted. "Your student lost. I would eat my fill of your race now...but out of respect for you and for her..." He added as he rubbed his sack. "...become my mate." He asked of her. "Give Twilight new life as your child and make me your king. I'll demand only an occasional sacrifice of those that break the law, and will protect your kingdom from those that would seek to harm it. I've been able to put off my desire to binge thanks to a lovely new cult that's sprung up...I can wait a few more days for you to establish a new order."
Celestia looked down at the Huntsman's crotch, thinking of Twilight, thinking of her people. She knew they couldn't possibly beat him in a straight-on fight...and she wanted to protect her student, the child she'd never had...
"I'll be a good father to her. And you'll be a wonderful mother." The Huntsman insisted gently, approaching Celestia, caressing her cheek, looking deep and lovingly into her eyes. "Do we have a deal?"
"...yes." Celestia whispered, the Huntsman kissing her on the lips, Celestia lying on her back as Luna and Zecora stepped away. "Luna...head to Canterlot. Ready the papers. We've much to do. Zecora, let...let Twilight's friends know of her sacrifice. They deserve to understand." She murmured, feeling the Huntsman's shaft sliding down her pubic mound and rubbing against her pussy lips as it eased itself into her.
In and out, in and out, his manhood slid into her pussy.  He didn't have to force this on her. She was spreading her legs as wide apart as she could to give the Huntsman better access.  She wanted him to mate her, thinking of Twilight...wanting to give her a new life. He began to thrust more powerfully into her, his shaft sliding in smoothly and fluidly from the earlier "action" he'd been able to enjoy, Celestia wrapping her arms around his neck as the Huntsman let out a wistful sigh.
Their forms violently quivered in delight, the Huntsman beginning to pump his potent load into Celestia's womb, his shaft sliding in as far as he could, each new burst of seed making Celestia's belly swell more and more, bigger and bigger, her womb taking it all in. Her pussy was leaking its own juices, Celestia feeling a deep sense of relief and comfort, his potent seed providing the same lovely aphrodisac feeling that Blueblood had enjoyed.   Her body was gleaming from the coat of sweat that now covered her as she lay there, heavily breathing, the Huntsman continuing to empty his payload of life into her womb, Celestia now looking freshly pregnant as she leaned back and relaxed, the Huntsman finishing as he laid down next to her, stroking her cheek.
"She'll be a wonderful daughter." The Huntsman crooned, kissing Celestia on the cheek. "I knew when I saw you how deeply I admired you. My heart was moved by your beauty. Your grace, your symmetry. Thank you for giving me this chance."
Celestia rested a hoof on her belly, feeling it jiggle slightly, looking positively bloated as she turned to look into the Huntsman's soft blue eyes. "Thank you for giving me Twilight back." She murmured, resting her head in his chest as he held her tightly, nuzzling up against her.
Within a few days, the work was done, and the Huntsman was now part of the ruling class of Equestria. A three-strike punishment was implemented for crime, and though, for the most part, it kept everyone in line there were, still always a steady supply of sacrifces for the Huntsman to enjoy. Not merely because there were always SOME idiots that broke the law despite the consequences, but that annoying cult had actually begun to grow when Twilight had been birthed anew, now a beautiful, dazzling shade of deep indigo-blue like the sky at sunset, stars twinkling across her form. A lovely new little filly whom the cult called a savior of Equestria. She had her mother's eyes...and her father's hunger.
Luckily though, she also had Twilight's memories and personality, and was soon back in Ponyville. It would take some...getting used to...but still, she was growing quickly to maturity like Cosmo Sapiens did, and still an alicorn princess. She would be fair in ruling over Ponyville, and in time, her friends and fellow Ponyville residents would come to accept her new...diet. It helped that because she was only half Cosmo-Sapien that she didn't need to eat as much as her father, and only needed living beings once a year.
"Thank you so much." Twilight Sparkle cheerily remarked, putting a hoof on her chest and beaming with faint embarrassment and happiness as the cultists bowed their heads, their new offering gleefully kneeling down before her, apple in his mouth, body covered in frosting as Pinkie Pie stepped back, bowing HER head as well, her hood briefly slipping down over her ears.
"Woops! Sorry!" She said, putting it right back up. "I remembered that you like chocolate." She said, her sacrifice nodding in agreement. "So I slathered a lot onto Gum Drop. You don't mind?"
"No, I'm flattered!" Twilight said, picking up Gum Drop the cultist, thrusting his r head up into her mouth, and slowly beginning to swallow. As she swallowed, she could feel the bulge Gum Drop was making in her throat, murring happily as her belly began to extend. More and more of the powerful muscles of her esophogus pulled the pony cultist down into her stomach and after a few minutes, she had swallowed him up to his hooves, and with one final gulp, Twilight had completely gotten him down. Inside, the cultist rubbed up against her belly walls, sighing wistfully as Pinkie Pie felt the OUTSIDE, giggling a bit.
"Oooh! Jiggly!"
"Not quite as tasty as the Ursa Minor from last year, but...I loved it, Pinkie. Thank you. Thank you all." Twilight admitted with a deep bow of her head, letting out a soft burp and heading for the Everfree. She had work to do, after all...the castle was still in shambles from the fight and if she was going to turn it into a proper museum for future generations to enjoy...
The work of a librarian...and a princess...was never done.
SUCCESS ENDING
"Well, you know what they say! In a head-to-head competition, the one with the most brains wins!" She proclaimed...before the ceiling SHATTERED, chunks of it flying through the air, Twilight ducking away to avoid being struck as the Huntsman fell to the floor, then bounded at her, Twilight barely managing to roll away as she raced down the hall, the alien hunter racing after her, Twilight panting and heaving as sweat began to pop up on her brow.
Where were they? Why weren't they here by now? Surely they should have arrived at the castle...
Ah-HA. She felt the air buzz with magical power and she inwardly grinned, a second wind pulsing through her as she barreled down the hallway, the Huntsman racing after her as she turned the corner and he bolted out-
Just as two respective beams of incredible magical power SLAMMED into him from both sides, Princess Celestia on his left, Princess Luna on his right, the Huntsman howling in agony, white and black cascading into his form as Twilight flew up onto a chandelier high above the main hall, shaking it back and forth, back and forth, Zecora giving her a nod from the nearby doorway.
With a loud KRA-KRAKKK, the chandelier came flying off as Twilight forced it down onto the Huntsman, Celestia and Luna leaping away in time as it SLAMMED into him, breaking the hallway opening apart, the floor collapsing beneath him, the alien hunter falling down, down, down with a loud, anguished cry...
With a thunderous crack, he finally hit rock bottom, Zecora watching the three alicorns slowly descend into the dark depths below, a river underneath the castle cascading soft water as the Huntsman moaned in agony, pinned beneath the wreckage of the chandelier, a stalagmite sticking just past his head...
For a brief moment, Twilight, Celestia and Luna's faces were filled with fear. Had it not worked? They'd poured everything at him in that sneak attack and had caught him off guard, was that still not-
No. Wait. He rose back up, shoving the chandelier's remains to the side, panting and heaving, flinching a bit as he turned around to look up at their faces, spitting out a crystal from his mouth and rubbing his jaw before slowly turning around, gesturing at his back.
"EWWW." Twilight moaned, cringing as she looked at him. It was as if his back had been turned into an acupuncture patient. Pieces of crystal were sticking out of him like a pincushion, and...unmistakably...what was clearly blood was dribbling out from the wounds in his back.
"They don't make magical diamond chandeliers like those anymore." Luna admitted. "We had THOSE fine gems crafted from freshly-landed asteroids many years ago. You remember I almost took thy head off with one?"
"Yes, and I got to meet their cousins earlier today. The ones with EXPLOSIVE personalities." The Huntsman muttered as he cringed, turning back around and shrugging slightly. "I MUST say...that was quite a show, Twilight Sparkle of Equestria. QUITE the show. You did all that just to stall me and wear me down until they appeared?"
"I figured a two-pronged...really THREE-pronged attack could work. Soften your defenses...and it would appear I was right!" Twilight admitted as she touched down by him along with Luna and Celestia, Twilight rubbing the back of her neck and nervously cringing. "Though it looks like I really did quite the number on your castle, Princess Celestia, Princess Luna. I'm so, so sorry."
"They're just THINGS. They can be replaced, Twilight." Celestia intoned softly, gently putting a hoof on Twilight's head. "But you can't. I didn't want to lose you. You're...very precious to me."
"I can tell." The Huntsman admitted, getting to one knee, bowing his head. "I have lost fair and square. I offer you my utter submission. What would you have of me? According to the rules, you're free to ask me to accomplish any task, impart any wisdom you desire. Do anyTHING. What is your will?"
"...I'd like to know more about your species." Twilight admitted softly. "I think you could be a force for great good in this world. You just...need it focused in the right way. And maybe I could find a way to keep you from needing to...y'know...actually digest people to satisfy your hunger?"
"I've had others make the offer." The Huntsman murmured, Twilight gently putting a hand on his shoulder as his head slowly rose up, and he saw the kindness in her eyes.
"They weren't me...and I believe you could be a wonderful ally to Equestria. You could keep it safe from great danger...maybe even be a friend. You were really, really chivalrous to us, after all." She admitted. "So? What do you say?"
"...Neh-Buh-Loh."
"What?"
The Cosmo Sapien smiled. "My name is Neh-Buh-Loh. Friends should know each other's names...right?"
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...it would take some getting used to, but...all things considered, it wasn't such a bad arrangement.
It had taken a full year of research, testing and experiments, several of which involved Twilight trying to stick things into him. And then, of course, there'd been her needing to take a skin sample...
She should have specified WHERE before he so happily volunteered.
Nevertheless, at long last, she'd uncovered a way for him to enjoy eating sentient beings whole without needing to absorb/digest them. He could temporarily hold them in his stomach as he was now going to do with Fluttershy, just like she'd had done to her before, and slightly leech off their tantric energy instead of simply breaking them down like before. It required him to ingest a special potion that fiddled with his body's stomach enzymes and a great deal of concentration and care...but it worked.
Now being food for the Huntsman wasn't so scary. In fact, many of the residents didn't mind spending a night, or a day...or a week...inside his stomach. Fluttershy included. He'd proven to be one of the sweetest and nicest people she'd ever met, and he  was always overjoyed when she let him indulge himself with her.
"I love it when you and I can spend some quality time together," The Huntsman cooed, lifting Fluttershy up off the ground at her cottage, Angel breathing a sigh of relief, the little bunny thankful it wasn't HIM getting nommed as the Huntsman totally engulfed her head with his mouth. Neh-Buh-Loh took hold of her back legs, lifting Fluttershy into the air, swallowing more and more of her with each gulp, enjoying this tasty treat.
Fluttershy sighed wistfully as she traveled down his body. It was, like before, getting darker each time he got farther down her throat, eventually reached the meaty empty-place that was his belly's pit. It was slightly difficult sometimes, trying to move her body in the right position at first so it wouldn't be uncomfortable, and normally when you have little room to spare and being forced into such a space, trying to keep a comfortable position for a few hours was taxing on the body. But she knew very well she'd be comfortable once she got settled down, and at last, the Huntsman ahd finally swallowed her whole, feeling Fluttershy slowly go down his throat and move inside his stomach, the soft walls massaging her body as he let off a soft burp and rubbed his full belly, feeling her move around inside him, resting against the walls of his stomach to get comfy.
"No matter how many times I eat you, you'll always know how to make me feel warm and full inside." He admitted to her. "Oh, I love you, Fluttershy." He cooed.
She gently embraced the inside of his belly, nuzzling up against her lover, hearing the soft beating of his heart and feeling his touch. "I love you too..."
Truly, there was no greater way to be closer to the one you loved. Well...perhaps a few. But few quite this...INTIMATE.
And jiggly.
"Pinkie!"
"Hee-hee!"
"Now you STOP that!"
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