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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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Chapter List
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Author's Note:
Warning! This chapter contains lesbian elements, breast vore, unbirth and oral/soft vore. If you're offended, you probably shouldn't be reading this. Just letting you know what you're in for.
As the setting sun began to cast its final rays across the expanse of the city of Clawdor, the Colosseum was a bright and shining contrast, alit with inner fire as torches lined the main arena, flagons of alcohol and wine held high in clawed paws and hooves as cheers rose up into the starry night sky. Not a cloud above…though there WAS a haze of drunken revelry below, an almost visible mist of funk and stench from gladiators that had clearly not bathed in quite some time, who were matted with sweat, blood that didn’t belong to them, and grime.
“To friendship! To generosity! To fifty bits per tankard!” Rarity cried out in delight, holding her own flagon high before downing the entire thing in a single, mighty gulp, the griffon gladiators surrounding her cheering as they clapped her on the back.  “After this is all over, I shall be taking a LOOOONG bath. But this wine is so positively divine, I feel the need to splurge.”
“It’s from the year I came.” The Huntress admitted as she nonchalantly leaned back in her seat, one of many at the long, long tables now set up in the fighter’s arena, sitting right next to her brother and, more importantly, to Gilda’s father, the mighty Clawdius himself. Yes, the mighty, regal, most Holy Emperor of the Griffon Empire had graced the Colosseum with his presence and was now SHITFACED, tracing a claw around the rim of his drink, his head resting in one paw. He turned, smiling wistfully to his daughter as he gave her a big, toothy grin, amber-golden eyes glittering.
“My dear, I wonder how practical it would be to take a bath in WINE. Who needs to swim in MONEY when you could swim in LIQUOR?” He mused aloud, the thick tufts of hair atop his head bobbing slightly, his large tail swishing back and forth, holding aloft a large basket of biscuits, passing them over to Rainbow Dash. Dash happened to be sitting to the right of Gilda at the elaborately red-and-purple-decorated table they were all situated at, and she held her hooves up to accept it, nervously gulping as the tail smiled at her.
Oh, did I forget to mention his tail was a giant snake?
“Um, er…Ms. Gilda, I didn’t wanna bring this up, but…” Fluttershy nervously began to say as she raised a hoof in the air, Gilda rolling her eyes.
“Spit it out, Mellow Yellow.” She remarked nonchalantly.
“Your father’s tail is…staring at me.” She admitted, the tail snaking…literally…over the table and weaving slightly back and forth in front of her before lowering itself down.
“Oh, it just wants a scratch.” Gilda said with a snort, Fluttershy nervously, carefully reaching out and scratching the top of the serpentine head that was Clawdius the Great’s tail. “You’re surprised? Full-grown gryphons of greater age can grow unique tails. Some of us have burning torches that never die, others have giant snakes!”
“Did your mother have an unusual tail?” Twilight wanted to know, clearly intrigued as the snakey tail looked over at Spike, bobbing its head up and down as Spike did the same, Fluttershy looking nervous until the Huntsman gently reached out and handed her a small basket of candied apples, the yellow Pegasus smiling in gratitude.
“Nah, and I inherited most of my looks from her, though I got my dad’s eyes.” Gilda admitted.
“And his laugh.” Rainbow Dash added with a chuckle, putting out a single hoof onto the table, slightly turning it up so the “palm” faced up. Gilda turned to smile back at her, one claw digit reaching out…landing gently on Dash’s palm. She carefully curled a circle, tracing it slowly on Dash’s palm…then made a little “x” in the center, Dash smiling back, giving a small, barely noticeable nod…
Taking the hand, turning GILDA’S palm up, and tracing a circle and “x” of her own.
X marks the spot, after all.
You have my heart.
“Ooh. Um…” The Huntress nervously blushed. “I, uh…have to make a little…release?” She inquired of everyone, pointing down at her now slightly-bulging belly. “I think a certain someone I recently took in is ready to come out. She’s kicking.”
“Ooh! Fascinating! You’re…giving birth?” Twilight inquired, immediately sitting up in her chair, eyes widening as the Huntress nodded, standing up and taking in a few deep breaths, eyes closing as her womanhood began to fully emerge, the lips parting…and with a rather squelchy, wet SLURPING sound, a griffon began to emerge from the sex lips, flopping to the ground. Ms. Roc was slightly wet, and a bit frazzled…
But then she stood up, holding up her clawed paws, faint orange energy encapsulating them as she let out an “Oooh” of awe and wonderment. “Tantric energy.” The Huntress said proudly, patting Ms. Roc atop her head. “Yours now, sweetie. A little gift from me. Now those schmucks will think twice about trying to fool around with you in a back alley.”
“Now you’ll finally be a real challenge in the ring.” Gilda laughed, Roc holding up her burning fist and grinning darkly.
“I’ll turn you into FRIED CHICKEN.” She swore.
“Ooooooooh!” All the gladiators whispered, an armored Pegasus pony gasping as his hooves flew to his mouth, a dragon clucking his tongue.
“Y’all don’t EVER, EVER call a griffon a CHICKEN.” He whispered to the Mane Six as Gilda cracked her neck slightly, then cracked her knuckles.
“Tomorrow, we settle this in the ring. At 8 on the dot.”
“You can count time. Good.”
“And YOU can count. On me. Cuz I’ve got a spear with your ass’s name on it who’d love to get REEEAL acquainted with you.” Gilda added with a growl, her and Roc now getting right into each other’s faces, beaks pressed up against each other, hissing.
“Ooh, CATFIGHT.” Clawdius mused aloud before whistling sharply, rising to full height. “But COME! Enough, enough. Save your energy, my daughter-HIC!” He hiccupped slightly, waving a clawed paw in the air. “You must get your rest. Escort our esteemed to their bedrooms. Luckily for you my palace is so close by and has three bathrooms for every bedroom.” He added with a proud grin, putting a paw on his chest and beaming before hiccupping again, a bubble of alcohol floating out of his mouth and popping in midair. “With two hot spring Jacuzzis for every bedroom.”
“PHEW.” Rarity said, wiping her brow in delight as Gilda and Rainbow Dash smiled slightly in delight, walking alongside each other. Dash had a feeling she knew why…Gilda’s room was probably right next to hers.
“May I accompany you?” The Huntsman asked of Fluttershy, bowing deeply at her as she blushed a bit, nodding in agreement, hiccupping slightly HERSELF.
“Hic-hic-hic-hic-hic! I-hic! I-think-hic-hic! Think-HIC! Might need-HIC! Some h-hic-help!” She admitted, the Huntsman tenderly lifting her up into his arms, carrying her bridal-style out of the arena with the others as she sleepily yawned. “Mmmm. You’re…hic…you’re so waaarm…”
The Huntsman visibly blushed at this, the Huntress giggling slightly as Fluttershy began to actually fall sleep in his arms, Nee-Buh-Loh walking alongside her brother.
“She’s adorable, isn’t she?” She asked. “You fancy her.”
“I’ve begun to feel for her, yes.” He admitted. “I take it you’ve found a kinship here, with the Griffons?”
“Oh, that’s a big Ten-Four.” A voice announced, the Huntsman turning to see four figures flying down from the rooftops, landing in front of him and his sister, Spitfire smirking a bit over at the Huntress. “We’ve been readin’ up on reports. Crime is down here in the Griffon Empire. We reckon it’s because of her…diet. Bet she’s done real good work for them.”
“Well, if you’ll excuse me.” The Huntress said, heading down the street for the nearby palace, held up by towering Ionic pillars and gaudy red banners flittering in the breeze atop its ramparts. Everything about Clawdius’s palace was in-your-face and show-offy, designed to be regal and noble in appearance…overly so. It was almost…tacky.
“But we need to ask a favor of you if Celestia’s fears are true.” Spitfire murmured quietly. “Look. She doesn’t TRUST Clawdius. Clawdius never really got along with Equestria, unlike his wife. Now with her gone and the fact his scouts keep showing up in Equestrian territory…more and more of them every year…we’re worried he might be making a power play. That with the Huntress, he’ll have an unstoppable weapon nobody can defeat. After all, you were able to fight the Princesses to a standstill.”
“Well, yes, they were both my equal. You feel my sister’s somehow better than me at fighting?” The Huntsman mused.
“No. She’s dirtier. She’s not above being cheap.” Spitfire said, Soarin pulling out small papers from his jacket, handing them to the Huntsman as he took it in one hand, careful not to drop Fluttershy. “We’ve got some spies who’ve been talking to Clawdor residents. Ever since we heard of “The Huntress” we wanted to know more about her.”
“…with a MELON?” The Huntsman gasped, looking the reports over. “…oh MY. I…this is…hmm.” He frowned. “…am I to take it, then, that you approach me in the hopes of asking for my help if my sister is indeed a weapon for Clawdius?”
“We’re willing to give ANYTHING to protect our land.”
“You understand you’re asking me to fight my sister.” The Huntsman said, leaning in close to Spitfire’s muzzle, pale blue eyes glaring darkly into fiery red.
“Just TALK to her.” Spitfire commented calmly. “You’re family. I’m sure you can make her see reason.”
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…Rainbow Dash was lucky indeed. Her room and Gilda’s weren’t just next to each other, there was a secret passage via a sliding panel in the wall. Now she and Gilda were lying next to each other on Gilda’s plushy, soft, down-comforter-covered bed. “All hand-plucked feathers from volunteers who were HONORED to give their feathers for the finest blankets in the city.” Gilda said, holding the end of one of the down comforters up, Rainbow Dash snuggling her face up against it with a deep blush to her face.
“So warm and fuzzy…” She murmured before flopping back in the bed, then lifting her head up, resting it on a hoof. “It’s so good to see you again, Gilda. I’m glad we still stayed in touch even after everything that happened back in Ponyville.”
“After I heard about what happened with Discord, I got worried.” Gilda admitted nervously, rubbing the back of her neck, slightly glancing off and to the side, pretending to look at the lavish golden-rimmed crimson curtains that hung over stained-glass windows. The room had no clocks, instead, a sundial was located in front of a large yawn outside of the largest window in the room, built INTO the law and glittering white, much like the bed they now laid on…and Gilda’s fur.
Dash smiled a bit. “I was right up in his face. Wanted him to put ‘em up, put ‘em up! I was gonna kick his skinny butt.” She proclaimed, waving a hoof in the air before cringing. “Until he CHEATED.”
“Yeah, the Huntress did the same thing when I first faced her. She distracted me with, um…y’know. Stuff.” Gilda admitted sheepily, giving off a nervous grin. “She, uh…smells really nice, if you get my drift.”
“So what you’re telling is...you got PLUCKED?” Dash groaned. “Don’t tell me she-”
“Yeah, she…asked me to eat her out. You KNOW how we Griffons are.” The princess of the Griffon Empire sheepishly said, putting a clawed paw on her chest, shaking her head back and forth. “When one of us asks to be eaten out, it means a complete submission. Absolute trust. It means we’re lowering our defenses absolutely! It’s the greatest thing a stud here can do for his lady, the greatest thing women can do for each OTHER. I think a fifth of our citizens are homosexual or swing both ways.”
“So you fell for it.” Rainbow Dash said with a sigh. “I don’t blame you. I fell for DISCORD’s tricks, and I KNEW he was the king of BS…but you know I’ll straight talk you.” She told Gilda, her tone becoming softer. Gentler. “…Gilda, I’ve been thinking a lot about you since I came here, and…I want to try and give it another shot.”
“You mean…us?” Gilda asked.
“Yeah. Us.”
Gilda gulped inwardly. Oh my. Oh MY. This was it. This was the moment she’d been wanting for so long. “Um…Dash, I…I want to be with you, but…I’ve gotten into things I don’t know you’d like. I’m worried you…y’know…might get turned off by what I AM now.”
Dash raised an eyebrow up, looking confused. “Whatcha mean?”
“Unlocking the use of “tantric energy” has a side effect.” Gilda mumbled, looking down at the fluffy blanket they now sat on. “That is…y’know, we can…um…er…let’s just say our stomach is no longer bigger than our eyes?”
“OH. OH.” Rainbow Dash murmured, eyes bugging slightly out. “…really? Wait, you…want to EAT me. Not eat me out, just plain eat me?”
“We-We can delay our digestion with the gift the Huntress gives us. You’d be safe for the night, I-I promise!” Gilda said, stammering slightly, looking away in shame as she covered her head with her clawed paws. “I’d never hurt you, Dash, I-OHH, I knew this was a stupid idea, I’m sorry, forget it, I-”
Dash put her hoof on Gilda’s shoulder, Gilda turning to look back at her friend, the Pegasus smiling tenderly.
“I don’t mind taking risks. You know me.” Dash said with a grin and a wink. “C’mon, Gilda. Down the hatch.” She said, flopping down on her belly, facing Gilda and giggling a bit. “Let’s give it a try!”
Sure enough, Gilda wrapped her arms around her Pegasus, as if giving her a final hug, and inserted Rainbow Dash’s head into her pulsing mouth. With a tug of the torso, she shoved it into her throat and pressed her beaky on Dash’s neck. Her stomach gave a gurgle in anticipation, and she forced Dash’s shoulders inside. With the Pegasus securely in her grasp, she let her tongue travel over Dash's almost boyish chest and gave out an echoing moan of pleasure.
How easy she worked her jaws over his shoulders... that was so strange... And still, Dash did not care at all, for her, this felt like a kind of dream entirely, nothing of this seemed to be real.
Gilda began to salivate heavily as she took a quick look at the rest of her meal. Much of the saliva dripped down the young mare’s body as she made several deep swallows. Each gulp rippled over his body as she continued to devour Rainbow Dash’s torso, aided with the grip from her powerful beak. Once she took a mouthful of Dash's hips, she let go of her body and simply rubbed her belly as it began to expand. Another gulp sent the thighs into her mouth and made Dash’s head curl forward. Gilda then lifted her head and let herself fall to the bed as she started to release her grip on Dash and let gravity do the rest.
Dash let it all happen, she did not resist. All she could do, is somehow, was enjoy this warm massage all over her upper body, nothing else. Even as she felt his head pressing against Gilda's stomach, when he had to curl it forward, she did not even care. It felt so…nice. As Gilda made a series of quick swallows to force Dash’s knees down her throat, she enjoyed the slightly berry-vanilla flavor of her friend, moaning deeply as she tasted her friend’s wetness, briefly flicking her tongue against Dash’s clit with a FAINT tease before she took in Dash’s legs…then her hooves. Saliva washed over Rainbow Dash’s bottom hooves and filled Gilda the Griffon’s mouth with flavor. She proceeded to drain the saliva down by swallowing, but ended up sinking her heels into her throat. With a sigh, the griffon made a huge swallow that sent Dash’s bottom hooves down her throat. She felt as his hooves wriggled along her neck and into her chest as she made gulp after gulp before, at last, Dash finally curled up completely in her stomach.
Dash did not know what to do. Gilda had devoured her completely and she had to curl himself up in her stomach to fit inside. She had her thighs pressed against her chest as she 'sat' now in this fleshy prison. It felt strange. She wasn’t sure what to feel, what to say as Gilda nonchalantly sucked on her paw digits, getting the flavor off and letting out a bit of a burp, the stomach quivering, tickling Dash as she giggled from inside.
“Do you…like it?” Gilda asked.
“Oh, YES.” Dash admitted. “It’s-hee-hee…it’s re-really nice, actually!”
Gilda sighed wistfully, leaning back in the bed, smiling broadly. “Then I’ll see you in the morning, Dash.” She murred. “Sweet dreams…”
Meanwhile, the Huntsman was knocking on his sister’s bedroom, Nee opening it up  “Nebby? What’s going on?” She wanted to know.
“Can I talk to you?”
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…the crowd cheered and roared, the stadium packed to the brim as flags and banners were waved about in the air, Rainbow Dash and the Wonderbolts standing side by side, heads held high as Gilda stood alongside them…proud to fight alongside her. Her friend. Her meal. Her lover. Her one and only.
Though Nee had been unsure, Neh-Buh-Loh had INSISTED on the spot that she not interfere. That it would be challenge enough to face him alone. They didn’t need to make it harder for them. No, he wanted to fight fair. So now he stood tall, spear held high, sparkling with faint blue energy as he gripped it tightly. The Huntsman stared out over his challengers, the pulsing roar of the crowd rising into the air, all of them eager for a powerful showdown the likes of which they’d never seen before. What did the Wonderbolts and this pony from afar have to offer? What could the Huntsman do?
Twilight and the others, of course, had ringside seats and were eagerly on the EDGE of them, gripping the side of the ring tightly in their hooves, sweat slightly dribbling down Fluttershy’s brow. She was worried. She didn’t want Neh-Buh-Loh to hurt Rainbow Dash, she yearned to get in there and FIGHT, but then again…Dash was tough, as were the Wonderbolts, and Gilda? Gilda was an expert gladiator. They could do this, couldn’t they?
…couldn’t they?
Clawdius rose up from the throned seat at the top of the arena, boxed off by a golden railing as he cleared his throat. “I expect my daughter will rise to the occasion.” He proclaimed, holding up a paw and ckenching it tightly, a wild gleam in his eye. “And make the mother that now watches down from the Heavens PROUD with her fight!”
“I dedicate this battle to the people of Clawdor!” Gilda roared out. “Now you get ready for the eye of the tiger, the thrill of the fight!”
“That’s more classy than “Catty Perry”.” Rainbow Dash giggled under her breath, holding a hoof over her mouth.
“Heyyyy!” Gilda whispered back. “I don’t tell anybody about your love of “Pitbull the Diamond Dog”!” She hissed, Rainbow Dash IMMEDIATELY blushing in deep shame. Especially since she had an LP of Pitbull’s famous “Inter-Racial Love”, a collaboration work done with the infamous stallion named Colt Brown.
With THAT, the Wonderbolts nodded over at the two, Dash and Gilda splitting off as the Huntsman dove at them first, then swept his spear/staff at the Wonderbolts, who took off in different directions. The foursome went soaring high through the air, spiraling above, circling around in the sky as Gilda and Dash swept about in the sandy arena. All of them circled about the Huntsman as he spun slightly about, his electric blue eyes narrowing, licking his lips before Spitfire’s voice rang out.
“Rainbow Dash! Maneuver 21B!”
“GOTCHA!” Dash cried out, sweeping across the arena, Gilda smirking as Soarin and Spitfire launched straight down as well. The Huntsman tried to leap backwards to avoid them, only for Fleetfoot to suddenly smack into his back, knocking him up into the air, Rapidfire barreling down from above and delivering, per his name, a rapid fire set of kicks.
THUDDA-THUDDA-THUDDA, the hooves bounced off against the Huntsman’s chest, knocking him down towards the ground, Rainbow Dash and Gilda shooting up at once, fists held high…the Huntsman twirling about, his spear sweeping forth, SLAMMING into them, knocking the two into the arena wall. He landed deftly upon the ground, ducking to avoid a sweeping kick from Soarin, grabbing hold of the Pegasus’s tail and twirling him through the air as Rapidfire and Fleetfoot raced at him.
“You’d no doubt like you’re comrade back. I’m not stingy…I’ll give him to you.”
THWAPTHWAPTHWAPTHWAP! Using Soarin like a club, he battered Rapidfire and Fleetfoot, striking them into the sandy ground of the arena below as if they were mice he as trying to exterminate. Luckily a sudden headbutt from Spitfire launched him off his feet and sent him rolling across the ground, Rapidfire and Fleetfoot getting back up as Gilda launched herself out of the wall she’d collided with, clawed fist shooting forward, catching the Huntsman’s chin as he stood up, knocking him a few feet back. She delivered a series of powerful, furious punches, the Huntsman finally catching one fist, then the other, grinning in pride.
Then he remembered, his hands suddenly feeling as though they were on FIRE, that she could manipulate tantric energy because of the “gift” his sister had bestowed, and reeled back, howling, blowing on his hands. “Hothothothothot!”
“What can I say? I was always the live wire.” Gilda admitted with a grin as she raced towards him, the Huntsman ducking and dodging her strikes. “Looks like you’re UNARMED!” She remarked, Rainbow Dash suddenly sweeping through the air.
“And about to feel DE-FEET!” She proclaimed, doing a rolling tuck that slammed into the Huntsman’s legs, knocking him onto the ground with a THRUNKA-THUD, Gilda shooting her head forward to headbutt him, only for the Huntsman to roll away. He then kicked off the ground, avoiding a swift triple-strike from the Wonderbolts, catching Spitfire as she tried to launch herself at his head, slamming her into the ground, then sweeping about. His leg caught Gilda on the side of her head, sending her flying through the air towards the crowd as everyone gasped…
Only for Dash to catch her in midair, grinning a bit as Gilda nervously smiled back at her. “That’s the second time you’ve saved my hide.”
“Good, another four times and I’ll finally catch up to your record from camp.” Dash remarked. “Spitfire! I’ve got an idea!” She called out, Spitfire and the Wonderbolts hovering to them as the Huntsman spun his spear-esque staff, bouncing back and forth on his feet, ready for their next attack.
“Hit me.” The leader of the Wonderbolts insisted.
CLAWDOR CONQUERED
“Manuever 3A9!” Rainbow Dash proclaimed. “Follow our lead. It’s an all or nothing thing, Gilda.” She told the Griffon.
“Simple, but effective.” Spitfire agreed, all of them but her immediately bolting up, up, into the sky as Spitfire tossed something out from her belt pocket as it shot towards the Huntsman. He immediately fired on it with the spear, blue energy sizzling out, lashing at it-
The grenade EXPLODED, a flashbang that made him reel as the now-six combatants soared towards him all at the same time, now from different angles. All for one purpose…to hit him at different pressure points. Gilda at the legs, the Wonderbolts his sides, Dash at his head…
But then the Huntsman did something unexpected. He whirled his about him, it swept around like a tornado, cutting through the air, energy sparking off of it like a volcano spitting out bouts of magma. It slammed into all of them, too fast to block as each of them were knocked through the air or into the ground, Gilda hitting the arena floor before the Huntsman as Rainbow Dash slammed into the wall, the Wonderbolts flying into the crowd…ironically landing right on top of poor Applejack as she grunted, managing to lift them all off of her, frowning as Pinkie Pie took out a marker and began to draw an EXTREMELY inappropriate picture on Soarin’s cheek.
The Huntsman calmly lifted Rainbow Dash out of the wall as Nee popped over the ring, sauntering towards Gilda and lifting her up.
“Well?” She asked of Neh-Buh-Loh. “Shall we?”
“What’s going on? I thought you didn’t want her interfering!” Twilight protested angrily as the Huntsman turned to her, shaking his head.
“They have lost fair and square. She’s quite unconscious, as you can tell. Unable to fight back.” The Huntsman said, holding Rainbow Dash up as his sister held aloft Gilda. “My sister and I had a chat…in time you’ll come to accept the way it has to be. But we’ll let you have a chance to run. To alert Celestia and Luna and to have them understand what will soon befall this world.”
“We’re so tired of being hunters. That way of life ruined our species and drove us to extinction. So…we’ll be FARMERS now.” Nee admitted. “And well…we’re gonna be farming all of you. Our steady diet of your races will keep you all at nice, manageable levels, and we’ll never be without a steady supply of food as we get to work on creating REAL Cosmo Sapiens. It’ll take some time, but…well, if this fight was any indication, I think we can handle anything you throw at us. Especially if we work together, right brother?”
“We…trusted you.” Fluttershy whispered softly, the Huntsman looking mournfully in her direction, people in the crowd suddenly really, REALLY realizing what was going on and BOLTING, exiting their seats, barreling for the exits, crying out in terror, Clawdius struggling to move, to save his daughter, but…paralyzed with fear. He knew he didn’t stand a chance. Yet…
“Don’t think too badly of me. But my desire to try and bring my species back, to…no longer have to keep bouncing around this universe and to bring stability to the billions of planets within me outweighs your species’s right to be inconvenienced. Your freedom’s a necessary sacrifice for a greater good.” He told her. “We won’t be that bad masters, really.”
“You…won’t get away with…this…” Dash murmured, Gilda moaning, the two beginning to regain consciousness.
“I’m afraid we will, Rainbow Dash…and you won’t be around to see it. You fought nobly. Remember that, if nothing else.” The Huntsman added with a sympathetic tone as Dash was placed head first. His lips were oddly soft as they tenderly closed around her head. Dash wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of crying or begging, her head swiftly entering the Huntsman’s mouth as he swallowed again, his mouth opening slightly wider to accept her chest in, tongue slightly licking at her torso. He raised her slightly higher up, tilting his head back, the Pegasus now halfway into his maw, trying to be careful and making sure his teeth didn’t damage her. His pillow-like tongue welcomed her body deeper into his mouth, pulling her further into her final fate as Dash kicked her feet wildly, struggling to get free…but in vain. For all but her lower legs were in now. She now lay on the tongue, it was all warm and soft, and all that now remained was her hooves, twitching up and down as they too were sucked in.
Dash lay there, in the mouth of this beast, resting on the tongue before, with a sudden jerk, she was moved from onto her face to be twisted face up, tossed slightly about the mouth as he tasted her. A few minutes later, his tongue rubbed about her chest, wrapping about her before pulling her down into the back of his mouth, the alien hunter dragging her to her new home: his stomach. It was time for her to go down his gullet, and so his throat happily opened up, Dash sliding down. Luckily because of the saliva of his tongue and all the sweat from the fight, her ride was quite lubricated and she easily slid down his throat, heading to the stomach. It was an oddly soft, pillow-esque area with a faint bit of squishy liquidness edging off from the walls, and Dash could feel what seemed like many hands gently wrapping around her, pulling her into the walls.
“Don’t be scared. We’re here for you.”
“It’ll be alright. You won’t feel a thing, we promise.”
“You’ll like being one with him. We’ll keep you company.”
“Oh, Gilda…I’m sorry.” Dash whispered, the walls beginning to envelop her, massaging her, drawing her into an eternal, final embrace as she struggled to get free, The Huntsman looked down and seeing two bulges alternating from her stomach. She was kicking desperately.
“Shhh, shhhhh. It’s alright.” He cooed. “Nee…let me have Gilda. Dash deserves to be with the woman she loves.”
“Of course.” Nee giggled cheerily, carrying Gilda over her shoulder…Clawdius diving at her. “Oop. One moment.” She said, tossing Gilda at the Huntsman as he caught her in his arms, pressing her up against his chest. Gilda struggled, his mouth almost slobbering over her, licking at her face.
“I apologize, but…I just ADORE the taste of fowl.” He admitted, his powerful jaws working over her head, almost crushing her body as she writhed and wiggled before he decided…no, he wanted her legs first. He lifted her up, stuffing her back paws into his mouth, a quick swallow taking in her legs before he wiggled Gilda’s struggling behind into his maw. She could feel her legs being dragged down the powerful gullet, pinned and helpless, the tongue holding fast, yanking her down, down.
His jaws took her in a bit at a time, his mouth almost kneading her, hot drool covering every inch of her body in his mouth as her feet began to reach the stomach, her chest being taken in, now her head, the alien hunter’s mouth covering her own face. He raised a single claw, pushing her forehead in and sealed her away in the darkness of his jaws, gulping her down. Gilda struggled further in desperation, trying to cling to the side of the gullet she was descending in with her clawed paws, but all in vain, it was too slippery and she slid down, down to the waiting stomach, Dash faintly visible in the stomach walls as she too was brought up against it.
It was a mercy of a kind, being pressed up against Dash, the wall kneading and caressing the two, working over them as liquid began to pour down around them. A  morass of digestive juices, Gilda guessed, was working over her and Dash and…
It was just so…so tiring. She just…wanted to sleep…so tired, and Dash was right here…
“Dash…” Gilda whispered, tenderly embracing her beloved, the walls of flesh closing over them one last time as they became one with the Huntsman. He nonchalantly rubbed his chest, a faint layer of muscle added to him as he smiled. It felt so…natural…to do it. He’d be lying if he didn’t admit that he enjoyed every meal he did, and he felt glad that he’d allowed them to be together.
“There, there.” The Huntress cooed, pinning Clawdius to the ground as he spat and snarled, clawing at her in desperation. “Your daughter didn’t feel a thing and you know it.” She insisted. “Now then…”
She grabbed hold of Clawdius’s paws, placing them on her supple breasts and giving him a small smile. “Don’t they feel nice? Wouldn’t you like to be a part of them?”
“You BUCKING DECEITFUL BITCH!” He roared out in her face, Nee-Buh-Loh keeping his hands at her mammaries as she smiled darkly.
“I’ll take that as a “yes”.” She nonchalantly remarked. Clawdius tried to pull his paws away, only to find they’d been engulfed. Her boobs pulled at the paws, now he was up to his shoulders, his face pushed up against her chest as she moaned. “You’ve got NO idea how this feels, it’s simply amazing.” She told her brother with a sigh, another pull swallowing more of the griffon emperor, pulling his head inside her breasts as they picked up the pace, pulling him inside faster, within only a minute her tit was now engulfing his feet. They waved about uselessly as she giggled, then pushed them in with a single claw tip, sealing the griffon completely inside.
Clawdius should have been horrified, but…damn it, the feeling inside her breasts was positively wonderful, everything was soft, warm, he didn’t even matter that he was melting inside her breaths, joining with the milk and fat, growing them to an even larger size. He moaned in orgasmic delight, howling in joy as his body sank beneath the milky expanse about him, joining with her massive mammaries as Nee-Buh-Loh sighed again.
“Ohhhhhh. I really do love doing that.” She admitted, looking across the arena, seeing Twilight and her friends had, indeed, taken the Wonderbolts and run off. “Looks like they’re gone.”
“The citizens of Clawdor will try and run, of course. They’re all going to fly away.” The Huntsman remarked.
“Yes, well…that’s what the net traps we set up last night on the outskirts of town are for.” Nee remarked with a shrug. “I imagine at least a few dozen will have landed at the plains outside of town to catch their breath…let’s see what we caught, bring them back, hash out who’ll get who.”
“I’m surprised, though.” The Huntsman admitted, licking his lips. “Griffon doesn’t taste like chicken.”
“No?”
“It tastes like SNAKE.”
SISTERHOOD
“Manuever T-29!” Rainbow Dash proclaimed. “Follow our lead, Gilda. We’re gonna kick up some real trouble for this guy and blow him away!” She insisted with a proud grin, Gilda quickly realizing the double meaning behind her words, nodding as they all began to circle around the Huntsman, flying faster and faster, the Huntsman’s eyes widening as he, and Twilight, realized what was happening.
“Everyone, brace yourself, cover your eyes!” She cried out, ducking and covering by her seats, Applejack helping Rarity duck down as Pinkie Pie cried out, her toga being whipped away by the sudden tornado that Gilda, Dash and the Wonderbolts were creating.
“NOOO! TERRY!”
The tornado spun about the Huntsman, sand whipping at his eyes and face as he ducked slightly, focusing his center of gravity to keep himself still…but their combined efforts were working. He was being lifted higher and higher into the air, rising up into the heavens as he struggled to try and break free of the whirlwind that now enveloped him. The swirling combatants were moving too fast for him to shoot at, and Nee was grinning in delight.
“That’s my girl.” She admitted, our gladiatorial group shooting away, now flying above the Huntsman…Rainbow Dash giving him a cheeky wave as the tornado halted, and he fell DOWN, DOWNNNN…
THA-THWAM! Into the floor, his eyes still half-full of sand and-wait. Wait, what was that coming toward-
THRUKKA-SCHOOOOM! A full-on body slam from Rainbow Dash colliding with him as he let out a HOWL…
And some blood splurted out from his mouth, splashing against the ground as he hacked and spluttered, staggering to his feet, raising a clawed hand up. “No more. No more.  I yield.” He grunted out, panting and heaving, Dash beaming with pride as Gilda and the Wonderbolts descended, Dash saluting the Pegasi with pride.
“If you weren’t here, I don’t think we could have done that. You guys ROCK.”
“You never know what you can do until you go as high as you can go.” Spitfire said, returning the salute with pride as Gilda put an arm around Rainbow Dash’s shoulder and nuzzling her cheek, tasting the sweet berry scent, Dash shivering with delight at her beloved's tongue touch.
“Talk about Girl Power.” She admitted.
“I told you last night. Gilda’s definitely got everything it takes to be Clawdor’s next Empress.” Nee informed her brother as he continued coughing. “Even if she’s been kinda…reckless.”
“Wait. Don’t tell us…” Spitfire murmured. “SHE’S been the one sending those scouts out to Equestrian territory?”
“You’ve been doing WHAT?!” Clawdius inquired, eyes slightly bugging out as he sat up in his throne, Pinkie Pie’s hooves going to her mouth.
“OOOOOH! Somebody’s in troooouubblllleeee…”
“I was just, y’know…I wasn’t gonna DO anything, I was just testing out what it was like giving them orders.” Gilda muttered out. “…okay, there was this ONE spot with a waterfall I wanted us to take, but that was it, I promise!”
“You and I need to have a talk, but…” The emperor sighed. “…frankly, I’m not surprised. You’ve got your mother’s fiery and reckless attitude as well as her looks.” He admitted with a sigh.
Nee grinned, turning to Rainbow Dash. “Since you won, you know what that means. You get to ask anything of my brother.”
“Could I, um…actually ask something of you?” Dash inquired nervously. “See…I know Gilda can do some things I can’t, and…” She blushed, slightly glancing down and at the sandy floor beneath her hooves. “That is, could…I want to learn how to use that tantric stuff. Can you do to me what you’ve done to Gilda?”
Nee smiled. “Sweetie, I’d LOVE to. Let’s head to the palace…this should be a private and…sensual thing.”
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…Rainbow Dash pushed harder, feeling the lips of Nee-Buh-Loh’s soft fragrant pussy slide up her arms. She knew that Nee-Buh-Loh’s pussy wasn’t truly a soft flesh tunnel with no end- it would only feel that way. Then again…it wasn’t like’Nee-Buh-Loh’s womb was not big enough to safely hold a truck- she WAS a living galaxy, after all. But she knew the journey would come to an end soon enough. Then again, as the Pegasus felt Nee-Buh-Loh’s clit take her arms in up to the elbow, all these thoughts were simply moot. That Nee-Buh-Loh would take a fully grown Pegasus pony up her cunt and hold her there in her uterus, was a simply amazing idea. She almost hadn’t believed it was possible had she not seen what Gilda could do.
“I know what you’re thinking,” whispered Nee-Buh-Loh as Rainbow Dash watched the Huntress’s lips gape wide as she shoved harder, her arms almost up to the shoulder inside Nee-Buh-Loh’s birth canal. The alien’s beautiful soft blue cunt gaped open almost a foot and a half wide now, moist and warm. The smell of her arousal was intoxicating, and Rainbow Dash’s own private parts were now almost wet themselves. “How can I take a full grown ANYTHING into my cunt? How?” She smiled as Rainbow Dash continued pushing, her head inside the wet pink tunnel leading deep into her body. “I get that question a lot. I guess it helps to be bigger on the inside than the outside.”
“No KIDDING.”  Rainbow Dash chuckled, her arms now deep inside Nee-Buh-Loh, her hooves held together and tightly clasped by the inner tunnel of Nee-Buh-Loh’s cunt. Her head was between her upper arms, and Nee-Buh-Loh’s soft inner and outer pussy lips clasped her upper body tightly just below the shoulders. She could feel the little button of Nee-Buh-Loh’s clit rubbing down her back as she slid into Nee-Buh-Loh’s pussy. Dash almost didn’t need to  push- she could feel Nee’s cunt pulling at her, sucking in her body, swallowing her. She smiled inside Nee-Buh-Loh’s cunt at the comforting thought of being swallowed by the alien hunter’s hungry cunny.
Nee-Buh-Loh was busy massaging her stretched vaginal opening, easing Rainbow Dash’s passage into her. She spent a lot of time on her clit because the whole thing felt so good, sooooo good. It wasn’t like having sex, not at all. Pulling Rainbow Dash into her body vaginally was a DIFFERENT kind of sexual pleasure. She gasped as Rainbow Dash’s chest eased into the moist tunnel of her birth canal. Rainbow Dash’s arms, technically, should have been stretched up past her head, and yet nothing of the sort was happening. Rainbow Dash was not easing past her bowel, was not invading her chest. Her body was not crushing any lungs or destroying any heart, she wasn’t pushing up her throat and out of her mouth in a bloody spray. Nothing of the sort! Instead, she was simply being eased gently up and through Nee-Buh-Loh’s vagina, soon to be cradled in the soft sac of her uterus. Her new home for the next few nights. Yes…next few nights. She didn’t think Dash would mind spending a little while longer than most. Not once she got used to the womb.
Watching Rainbow Dash slide into her vulva was an awe inspiring thing. Nee-Buh-Loh’s legs were lifted as if she were sitting in a chair, legs spread at a 45 degree angle, her sex hole stretched wide enough to encircle the belly of Rainbow Dash. Rainbow Dash’s own cunt was fast approaching , and the thought of her own cunt swallowing Rainbow Dash’s cunt brought another wave of pleasure through the alien- her orgasm was close. She continued pleasing her clit, running her clawed fingers around the flesh of her sex mouth. Rhythmic muscle ripples kept Rainbow Dash sliding through her vulva, up her vagina, and closer to her cervix.
Nee-Buh-Loh knew that she would take Rainbow Dash’s frame up her wet cunt before Rainbow Dash’s hands slid through her cervix and began the trip into her womb. She wasn’t worried one bit. And if she so wanted, she could ensure her her body would be basically unchanged- her pussy lips would be red, swollen, abused, yes. Her belly might bulge a trifle, but not that much. No one would know, by looking, that Nee-Buh-Loh had swallowed a full grown mare with her cunt. Unless, of course, she wanted more bulge to show.
As Nee-Buh-Loh’s pussy lips stretched even wider, taking Dash’s pelvis and hips into her, she began to tease and please Rainbow Dash’s cunt. It was only fair, after all. If she was going to take the pegasus’s cunt into her cunt, she might as well make it a happy cunt. And by the way  Rainbow Dash’s hips and legs began to tremble and shake as Nee-Buh-Loh played her lips, clit, and wet hole like a prized instrument, Dash’s cunt was a very happy cunt indeed.
As her red, swollen inner and outer lips began sliding down Rainbow Dash’s thighs, taking the Pegasus pony deep into her  vagina, Nee-Buh-Loh began to feel somewhat sad. Sure, swallowing ANYBODY with her pussy was a thing wonderful in itself, but it was always sad when it had to end. Ah well. The feeling of stretched vaginal fullness would linger for a time and that was a wonderful feeling in itself. And so she watched her outer lips slide down Rainbow Dash’s feet, until just Rainbow Dash’s toes wiggled, then with a gentle SLURP and a POP, Rainbow Dash was gone. Her pony body sucked bodily up Nee-Buh-Loh’s hungry womb. The alien played with her abused sexual parts for another moment, rewarded with her fifteenth orgasm since she’d began swallowing Rainbow Dash with her clit. Then the alien lay back on the bed, very tired. Let Rainbow Dash slide up my vagina, she thought sleepily. Let my little pony pass through my cervix, and let my uterus take her in. I am happy…I am sleepy.
She is home. And she'd soon have company.
"I always felt she was like the sister I never had." Gilda admitted, approaching Nee as Nee cheerily leaned back against the backboard of the bed, rubbing her swollen belly. "...now she'll be more like a sister than ever before."
"Come on in, Gilda." Nee requested. "Room for one more, sweetie."
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