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Friendship Is Hunted	By : newenglandee Category: +M through R > My Little Pony Views: 3210 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Huntsman didn’t understand why Pinkamena Pie had asked him to meet her in this dark, near-abandoned home. It had been condemned as unsafe by the mayor several weeks ago, unusable, and was to be destroyed and rebuilt. The problem was nobody wanted to go near it…it was supposedly haunted.
He could understand where they’d get that impression. Vines had crept across the walls and doors like a sickening cancer, a disgusting, malodorous stench rising into the air off the tiny little buds each vine held. What wasn’t covered in vines was cracked and rotting, moss growing on the roof above his head as he glanced around the dark, damp room, sniffing a bit, trying to smell out Pinkie’s scent.
It was rather difficult though, the despicable scent of the vines made it hard, that combined with the foul moss which had its own oppressive stench made him want to vomit. Mushrooms grew up from the floor, and as the wind blew through the smashed-open window nearby, it seemed to hiss and squeal as if it physically hurt the air to blow through.
The Huntsman frowned a bit, hearing a faint squeak off in the next room, making his way down a slightly long hallway, cracks running through the walls as he approached the kitchen, a single candle alit, held high by Pinkie Pie as her hooded head bowed even more deeply. The deep black hooded cloak covered her form completely, save for her hooves, one holding the candle in a little plate, the other holding aloft, oddly, a piece of cake.
“Cake?” She whispered dramatically, the Huntsman blinking a bit with his pale blue eyes, reaching out only for the cake to vanish before his eyes, the Huntsman gasping as Pinkie smirked broadly beneath her hood, only her teeth faintly flashing. “Nothing but a lie. This seemingly ordered world of logic and rules is but an illusion…a mask…”
“Really?” The Huntsman inquired.
“…no. But it’s more dramatic to start out a monologue like that.” Pinkie remarked with a giggle before throwing her hood back. “In truth, I’m the one wearing a mask. Urges I’ve had for so, SO long, and I had to act on them!”
“You’re not…secretly killing people and taking their tongues as a necklace or anything such as that, are you? Because truth be told…” He pointed at the gem necklace he wore around his stately frame. “These are actually entire worlds in themselves. Carbonized and crushed into precious jewels.” He admitted.
Pinkie gaped in amazement, looking over the almost pearly gems in awe and horror as he rubbed the necklace softly. “How did…”
“I limit myself to a smaller size most often. That too also requires me to eat once a month, because it is a strain on my body. If I didn’t have to shrink myself to such a size, I’d probably only need to eat once a year, but…well…”
“You must be HUGE.” Pinkie realized aloud. “What was it like, making those worlds into jewels?”
The Huntsman hesitated, or tried to, at least, but he couldn’t stop the words from coming out of his mouth. “…it was a thing of pure beauty. The process took weeks, but it was…so fascinating. Everything and everyone was slowly shifting, their forms becoming clear and bright and beautiful as the world around them shimmered like sunlight, crystalizing in my clutch. Their final sighs of death exhaled as one as they submitted to the beauty that engulfed them and became a thing of perfect and eternal stillness, it…it all looked so majestic.” The alien hunter admitted to Pinkie Pie. “Every single one.”
“There’s a kind of beauty in it.” Pinkie remarked. “It’s really dark and kinda terrible, but…it’s still beautiful.”
“And you have such a beauty about you?” The Huntsman inquired, raising an eyebrow up as Pinkie nodded.
“You see…I’ve been keepin’ a little secret…”
CULT OF PERSONALITY
Pinkie tossed off the hooded cloak, ripping it from her body as the Huntsman beheld the dark tattoos of blood that she’d personally applied to herself, his eyes widening in surprise as she put the candle down onto a nearby oak table, bowing deeply before him.
“Oh, great Huntsman! I’m, like, TOTALLY your biggest fan in the whole cult?”
“I have…fans?” The Huntsman muttered in confusion as Pinkie eagerly nodded, clapping her hooves together.
“Oh, yes! Ever since your daddy came here and caused the Cataclysm that shaped what the North became, Ponies heard of the power of the Hunting Party, and then when you fought Celestia and Luna to a standstill, even MORE of us knew about you. I had to kinda pretend I didn’t to my friends…” Pinkie cringed. “…I feel guilty keeping this from them, but we of the Huntsman’s Hand SO want to serve you in any way possible!”
“How…big is this cult?” The Huntsman asked, looking the tattoos over. Some were of circular shapes in a hypnotic fashion, others lines stretched and placed across each other, and even more were clearly in the shape of HIS head. Seeing he was admiring her recently-acquired tattoos, Pinkie turned around and pointed at her butt. “Look at this!” She admitted. “When I flex it, I make your face smile!”
“That’s one of the most disgustingly creative things I’ve ever seen.” The Huntsman mumbled as Pinkie turned back to face him and blushed a bit, rubbing the back of her neck.
“We number in the thousands. We’re still only a tenth of the population, maybe? But…see…” She grinned. “I’d…I want you to eat me, Mr. Huntsman. It’s the highest honor any Huntsman’s Hand member can have! I want to feel everything. I want to become a part of you. Slow and agonizing, knowing every bit of me is yours!”
He blinked at this, scratching his head. Normally he’d be just fine with willing meals but…she seemed to want it to be…painful?
“You’re a masochist, I take it?” He admitted as Pinkie nervously grinned again.
“I had to remove my gator’s teeth to try and fight the urges…probably shouldn’t have done that. But I realized when I joined the Huntsman’s Hand that my fetishes aren’t anything to be ashamed of!” She proudly proclaimed. “So I’ve been coming here and…well…” She reached over to a kitchen drawer, pulling out various pliers and what appeared to be…hoof-screws to tighten and crunch bones. “Mr. Pennywinkle here and I have been getting REALLY close.”
“Is THAT why people think this place is haunted? The cries of agony and pain?”
“It helps that I wear a ball gag through it, makes it sound REALLY weird.” Pinkie added as she put “Mr. Pennywinkle” away and pulled out another drawer, holding up a small round black ball that had “Bad Girl” written in big red letters over a skull. “So, uh…” She tossed the ball up and down a bit before kicking it through the air, off the roof and it landed with a PLA-PLOMP back into the drawer. “Will you, sir? Will you kindly eat me?”
“You want it to be painful. I can make it so if I concentrate on having you nourish myself, my own soul more than those within me. It requires considerable effort, but…I can do it.” He admitted. “You’ll become just belly fat, you realize.”
“Ooh, I LIKE big bellies. They’re so big and squishy.” Pinkie admitted, eagerly smiling as the Huntsman chuckled a bit. She was just so eager and willing…and this was her request, so…who was he to deny a lady what she wanted?
“Would you like me to take you in feet first or head first?” He asked of Pinkie Pie, rubbing his hands together. “For my belly hungers for the flesh of young and tasty maidens!” He chuckled, holding his clawed hands up, giving a fake little “rarrr” as he clawed at the air for her amusement.
“By the hooves of my chinny, chinny, chin, please.” Pinkie said, lying down on the ground, wiggling her hooves in the air as the Huntsman chuckled some more, lifting her up, taking her hooves into his maw as she felt his fangs briefly pass over them, his tongue tasting the soles of her hooves.
He couldn’t believe it, she was AMAZING! She tasted like delicious cotton candy, so light and fluffy and sweet. He…he couldn’t resist, the delightful meal before him was so eager and so delectable he couldn’t fight his urges. A powerful swallow sent her legs down,
The Huntsman's mouth opening even wider, and he closed it right over the pony's rear, sucking it in deep. Pinkie Pie moaned in lust as the predator took the flesh in deep, slightly chewing on her rear, making her giggle as he licked at her cheeks. He had a feeling she’d like that. He carefully lifted her higher, now Pinkie was right above her head, her whole juicy body ready for him to eat.
Of course, he indulged himself, and began to make a gut-wrenching swallow, tasting all the juicy flesh of his pony's skin in his mouth. Pinkie Pie sighed as she felt the pleasure go through her, and smiled as her body was practically bent even further as it slid slowly into The Huntsman's throat. The alien took in her upper thighs and chest, expanding his mouth even wider to take in the body of his little pony.
“So…’ood…” He whispered.
As the words ran past her, reality struck Pinkie Pie hard, and she inwardly gulped in nervousness. It had always been a deep fantasy of hers to be consumed, yet now she was slightly frightened. She suddenly realized what The Huntsman was actually doing...he was really going to eat her alive. Part of her wanted to run, to scream in terror and plead for mercy, but unfortunately, The Huntsman had taken in too much of her body at this point, up to her neck and her lower legs, and she could hardly even move. She gulped a bit, her slightly fearful eyes giving the Huntsman an odd sense of pleasure as the Alien lubed up more of the pony's body and slurped it in.
The Huntsman didn’t even need to use his hands now, he ran his claws over his huge, bulging throat. As he began to massage gently down to where her chest was, he sighed slightly. A shame the species didn’t really have breasts at all. There was something oddly delectable about mammaries…ah, well. He’d thought about playing with her privates but no…he was a gentleman whenever possible.
Unfortunately for Pinkie Pie, her dream of being eaten and consumed by her “god” was turning into something of a nightmare. She knew that nothing could save her now time as her Alien friend slowly devoured her and her jaw-framed view of the world slipped into darkness. Her mind had accepted she was simply food now, but that didn’t keep her from feeling the fear that now swelled in her, and she began to struggle violently in the tight confines, which only served to delight The Huntsman more as he took in Pinkie Pie’s head, and then her frontal hooves slowly after, finally closing his mouth, and blotting out the light in Pinkie Pie's life.
The Huntsman made a humming sound combined with one final gulp, sending Pinkie Pie to his stomach for good. As his gut grew out with the squirming, writhing meal, his chest emptied and he felt the pleasure pump right through her. “Ohhh…” He moaned, lying down in a nearby chair that was still good, slightly worn out from the experience, but happy. He ran his clawed hands over the large bulge in his belly, feeling Pinkie Pie kick, move, making muffled sounds.
“Oh, my little pony…I’m sorry.” He remarked as he began to concentrate hard, Pinkie Pie now in an enormous, soft pit. The walls were squishy and slightly wet…getting wetter, a pool beginning to rise up from the liquid beginning to be secreted by pores within the walls. The pool was rather sticky, washing over Pinkie Pie, strong muscle contractions of the stomach pulling her down, down deeper into it. It was quite warm inside the pit of his belly, and amazingly, she could breath inside the liquid…
Until she realized why. His stomach was designed to be merciful and to ensure that his prey suffered little so it made the process slow and painless…but the process was going to be sped up. The chemicals in his belly would normally have kept her alive for hours before being digested and absorbed, but he was making the process speed up, and that meant his stomach couldn’t be gentle about it. The “air” within the stomach juices was hard and slightly painful to breathe, her form beginning to tingle as an acidic quality settled over her. The stomach started to pulsate, massaging her body from all sides as it tossed her about in the pool, her skin beginning to burn now as she let out a pained scream.
It hurt so much and yet…she needed it. Needed this. She moaned in orgasmic ecstasy, reeling in the pit of his stomach, screaming in delight as the stomach’s bile filled Pinkie Pie’s mouth, burning, she was tossed about in his now tight, crushing belly.  Her every orifice was electrified with the pleasure and pain, her breathing near-nonexistent as the digestion settled in. The heat began to overwhelm her, scalding her deep to the bone. Her fur was beginning to dissolve away, leaving nothing but meat and fat as she could hear the pleasured moanings of the alien hunter that had eaten her over the horrible gurgling of digestion. At last, Pinkie Pie could struggle no more, her body blacking out as the Huntsman began to concentrate.
There was almost nothing left from Pinkie Pie to recognize her from normal stomach contents…she was practically nothing but a nutritional soup of meat, fat and fluids. His lower sphincter of the stomach opened to allow the rich soup deeper into the Huntsman´s body and it was absorbed as it passed trough the intestines. In the end, not a single bone remained, Pinkie Pie had been utterly digested by the Huntsman. His stomach was now slightly bigger and he rubbed it softly, a look of superiority upon his face.
It had felt so…RIGHT. But…he immediately felt the guilt hit him. She’d suffered so much. Yes, she’d asked for it, yes, it had been her dream, yes it felt so…so natural, so normal to enjoy her struggles, like a massage from within his gut, but…
Then he felt it…his stomach jiggled and he blinked in surprise before rubbing it again. He could faintly feel a familiar presence and smiled tenderly, trailing a circle on his “belly button” region. “Can you hear me, Pinkie Pie?” He cooed.
The belly jiggled and he chuckled a bit. “You’ll keep me warm and happy for the rest of my life. You’ll always be warm and safe inside me, Pinkie Pie.” He murmured to her spiritual remains, raising himself up. “And you’ll have company soon enough. I think your friends should be one with you…it’s cruel to live alone.”
Yes, they’d come to accept their role as food. He’d be gentler with them than he was with Pinkie Pie, but he knew in the end they’d submit and become a part of him. As he strode out of the house, he let out a soft burp, licking his lips free of the delicious taste of cotton candy.
Perhaps the others would taste nice in a cake…
EYE OF THE TIGER
“BEHOLD!” Pinkie proclaimed, ripping her hooded cloak off, showing off odd tribal tattoos and a necklace of…teeth. Not tongues…teeth. And she’d smeared some streaks of animal blood under her eyes. “I’ve been preparing in secret for years ever since I heard about you. I didn’t like lying to my friends, acting like I’d never heard of you, but…” Pinkie Pie rubbed her hooves together. “I’ve been in training greater than any athletic center! My body’s got a physique like that of Arnold Schwarzehoofer!”
“…really?” The Huntsman wryly remarked, raising a nonexistent eyebrow up as she began to do some push-ups.
“I! am! Buff!”
“More like cotton candy FLUFF.”
“ROCK SOLID, BABY!” Pinkie Pie proclaimed, holding her hooves high in the air and letting out a roar. “RRRAAAAAUUUGGGHH!”
“I take it you are “throwing down the gauntlet”?” The alien hunter asked, shaking his horned head in amusement as Pinkie Pie stood up, nodding eagerly.
“Tomorrow at dawn. Bright and early. You, me, and the Everfree Forest. Maro-a-maro!”
“I’m going to CREAM you. You MUST realize this, right?” The Huntsman exasperatedly muttered, pinching the space between his eyes and cringing. “It would be like a puppy taking on an ALLIGATOR.”
“Ooh, but I’m a-packin’ a secret you wouldn’t believe.” Pinkie said with a dark grin, wagging a hoof in the air with a slight giggle. “And NO, I ain’t been dragging people into my basement to practice cutting people up. I’ve got a new ability even greater than my Pinkie Sense!”
“…pinkie…y’know what? I’ll wait until tomorrow to find out. I DO like surprises, after all.” The Huntsman said with a shrug. He clearly wasn’t going to get anything definitive out of her. Pinkie Pie was such an oddball. You simply had to EXPERIENCE her to understand her, if at all. Just asking her what she was wouldn’t work.
But really, he thought to himself as he left the house…what could SHE possibly have that would match his strength? A simple, cheery, goofy little Earth pony like her? What hope did Pinkamena Pie truly have?
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…the Everfree forest was muggy and hot that day, the beams of sunlight filtering softly through the treebranches as the Huntsman swung from branch to branch, landing on a limb and glancing about, eyes peering through the dark expanse.
He could faintly smell her…just barely, but it was there. A scent of cotton candy on the wind, to…
The Northwest! Ah ha! His pale blue eyes narrowed in, spying a flash of pink off in the distance diving into a small patch of bushes, scuttling away as he bounded after her. He swung in gigantic leaps, eyes narrowing intensely as the swishing and swaying of the brushes faded, and he halted at another tree, the wind blowing across his dark skin. His eyes narrowed intensely as he looked around, sniffing at the air before suddenly Pinkie Pie SHOT up from some bushes nearby, a kick sending him flying off the tree limb.
He grabbed hold of another tree with his claws, swinging himself around as Pinkie vanished into the brush, the alien hunter glancing about.
“You’ve dug tunnels, eh?” He inquired aloud, Pinkie Pie popping up again, this time the Huntsman getting pasted in the puss with a pie as he blinked stupidly, licking the pie with his tongue as its remains slathered down his face, Pinkie giggling as she held a hoof over her painted and camouflaged face.
“I dig a hole, dig a hole, dig a hole. My cousin Maud was REALLY good in teaching me about getting down and dirty!” Pinkie proclaimed before popping back into the brushes, the Huntsman wiping the pie off his face and frowning as he glanced about, thoughtfully rubbing his chin. Hmm.
There was ONE way to get her to come out of the tunnels. A simple but effective technique…
He carefully walked over to where she’d popped down to, brushing the shrubbery aside, finding the hole and concentrating, a spear/staff emerging from his starry-bodied chest as he held it high and SLAMMED it down into the hole, blue, sizzling energy soaring through the tunnelway, Pinkie Pie letting out a HOWL as she was launched up, UP into the air, slamming into several tree branches and flopping down over a limb, moaning in pain.
“Why, if it isn’t Merry? Where’s Pippin?” The Huntsman mused as he looked over the sprawled form of the tired pony flopped over the tree limb, thick as an arm and just as HARD, as evidenced by the look of pain on her face. “Ahh, I should really tell your species about Earth one of these days. Such a lovely planet, so many wonderful films. I yearn to return one day…”
“I’m…not through yet, tough guy! Pinkamena Pie’s pullin’ out ALL THE STOPS!” Pinkie proclaimed, leaping off the tree branch and doing a few stretches as the Huntsman rolled his eyes and twirled his staff.
“I shall knock you out and devour you swiftly, putting an end to this little charade.”
“Too bad, I LOVE charades!” Pinkie proclaimed, ducking swiftly, imitating a duck and making quacking noises, bouncing about to avoid his strikes as he frowned.
“What the?!”
“Twitcha-twitch! Twitcha-twitchy-twitch! Ooooh, my tail’s a-tinglin’!” She proclaimed, cartwheeling away from him as he brought his staff back down at her again, missing once more as her pink, poofy tail quivered. “My Pinkie Sense alerts me to when you’re gonna strike!” She admitted. “Pinkie Pie, Pinkie Pie, does whatever a Pinkie Pie does!”
“I’d find this FUNNY if I wasn’t getting aggravated…” The Huntsman muttered, slamming his fist into the ground, a small shockwave making Pinkie flop onto her back, the Huntsman diving at her, pinning her arms to the forest floor. “It is over.”
“Yep. You’ve no idea how much.” She remarked. “I TOLD you I had a secret ability…and it’s time I actually showed you.” The pink earth pony proclaimed…
Her mouth opening wide, suddenly engulfing HIS.
“What in the?!” He exclaimed.
Pinkie Pie wanted to make sure the Huntsman saw everything, thoroughly cramming the alien hunter’s head into her mouth right up to her shoulders. The Huntsman could scarcely believe it. He was STUNNED. He couldn’t believe this was happening to him, absolutely astounded...though Pinkie Pie was ecstatic.
Yes, the rich taste, the feel of thick, exotic meat on her tongue, all sent tremors of pleasure through Pinkie Pie. Her tongue lashed out, smothering the face of her meal as the Huntsman suddenly realized he had to get free…though the revelation wasn’t doing him much good. Pinkie Pie was too hungry to play around, she’d swallowed, pulling The Huntsman’s head into her tight throat. Her neck bulged out as she swallowed, pulling more of The Huntsman in with every gulp, now his arms were pinned to his sides and he couldn’t get free.
Moving past the alien’s well-built chest, Pinkie Pie kept gulping, moving her hooves down to The Huntsman’s waist to move him further up. Breathing through her nose, Pinkie Pie moaned, sliding The Huntsman up to her stomach into her hot, wet mouth. This was DEFINITELY the best thing ever.  As she worked on swallowing the alien’s stomach she sighed in ecstasy, The Huntsman by now was shoved far down Pinkie Pie's stretched out gullet. The tight throat muscles were squeezing him so hard that he was surprised by how fast the pony was eating him. Now a tight ring of muscle was around his neck and his head was hanging in the stale air of the slightly bigger stomach.
“Now I know how my prey felt.” He mumbled inwardly. With his legs hanging out of her distended mouth, Pinkie Pie started sucking them in, her body rumbled as it stretched, holding an entire man inside it’s stretched bulk. With a wet, slurp, Pinkie Pie gobbled down The Huntsman’s feet, slurping her toes in with a pop. The whole bulk of the alien hunter filled Pinkie Pie’s stomach, stretching her belly out several feet. Grinning almost insanely, Pinkie Pie rubbed both hooves over her enormous gut.
“Ohhhh…oh, WOW, that was so, SO good! I KNEW it would work!”
“You…know the act of Vore?” The Huntsman finally asked from within her stomach, scratching his head, sitting against the thick, squishy walls of Pinkie’s stomach as she giggled.
“Ooh, jiggly! Yeah, I know it.” Pinkie remarked, poking her belly. “This cult I used to belong to studied it. They were REALLY dangerous though…and people’s pets kept disappearing. I couldn’t let them keep eatin’ them so one day…” She burped a bit, covering her mouth. “I had a BIG ol’ party and THEY were the main course! And dessert.” She added. “Never eaten anything big as YOU, though…”
“You realize that my body won’t be so easy to break down?” He sighed, rolling his eyes before his body began to shake and quiver, as if…wait. Was…he?
Pinkie blinked, an odd, strange, tingling sensation filling her as she felt the Huntsman begin to tightly grip her stomach. What was-
UHOH.
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… “No…way…” Rainbow Dash muttered.
Pinkie Pie was now a considerably DARKER shade with starry skies littering her body, her eyes now bright blue, horns sticking out of her head with a more…humanoid appearance. She sat on the ground, sighing, head hung low. “Worst part? All our lovely hair gone.” She muttered out, regretfully stroking where her hair HAD been with clawed hands.
“Our?”
“Oh yes. We are one. All is connected. Joined together. Pinkamena Pie and Neh-Buh-Loh.” The hybrid sighed as it scratched its chin. “I can hear the birds in the air. The worms moving through the ground. The bugs in Big Mac’s teeth. You have GOTTA floss and stop sticking your head out of carriage windows on trips with Ms. Cheerilee.”
Big Mac cringed. “Yuuuup.” He mumbled, Cheerilee passing him a small box of breath mints which he pocketed in his belt pouch with a nervous grin, Twilight stroking the hybrid’s furry side, Rarity looking her over with Spike and Applejack as Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy hovered overhead, looking at her from above.
“You’ve truly merged into one being! His DNA is clearly co-existing with yours on a level I didn’t think was…you’re an entirely new species!”
“The worst part is we don’t know what to call ourselves.” The hybrid sighed. “Neh-Buh-Pie? Pinka-Loh?”
“You’ve got THESE things sticking off of you and your NAME is the first thing you’re worrying about?” Rainbow Dash asked, pointing at the…things on her chest.
“They’re our breasts.” The hybrid remarked. “…please stop looking at them.” She/he added, Rainbow Dash inexplicably blushing a bit as the hybrid tilted her/his head in confusion. “Wait. Dashie, are you…?”
“Well, once at camp…” Dash muttered.
Gilda the Griffon sat across from Rainbow Dash, blushing nervously, rubbing the back of her neck as feathers floated to the ground around them, Rainbow Dash giggling a little, her hair a skewed mess.
“Y’know Dash, I’m glad we experimented, but, uh…let’s not do that again.” Gilda admitted sheepishly.
“We’ll think of something.” Twilight insisted as she rubbed her forehead, biting into her lip. “But until then…how are you feeling?”
“I’m REALLY hungry.” The hybrid admitted with a smile. “In fact, I could eat a horse!”
Screams filled the air. People took off running. Doors and windows bolted shut as the Hybrid nervously laughed, a blush coming to her/his cheeks.
“I was kidding.”
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