Background Pony #731C

And now, some literature (wall-o-text)

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It ate him! That damn pony-THING ate him!

Dave had gone up to pet the then assumed pony; it was just a cute pony. Nothing could go wrong, right? For a moment, it sat there and soaked in the attention, it even looked like it was smiling. Then, it stood up…



Before either of us could react, its mouth split open like some kind of twisted flower, bristling with tentacles and snared Dave's legs, then the tentacles immediately starting to retract, with Dave still entangled. When his legs were in touching range of its face, nothing I could have guessed prepared me for what happened next.



It scooped up his legs with its maw are started swallowing! No-nononono, how? How was this thing doing this? This shouldn't be possible. It proved me wrong by continuing to stuff Dave’s legs into its maw, neck muscles bulging to accommodate the mass and stomach beginning to undulate as his waist disappeared. Apparently when his legs brushed the interior of her stomach, his brain finally clicked as to what was going on and began yelling and struggling to no effect. I was still in shock. Half his body had vanished into the pony, its neck straining wider than her stomach as its twisted maw approached his shoulders. Dave managed to pull his arms and hands out of its maw and in front of him to try and free himself, but in the process, he streamlined his body into accidental "please eat me faster" position. The thing obliged him by clasping his arms and stuffing him in faster. The bulging mass in its neck finally began to shift to its stomach as his legs reflexively bent to fit the cramped space.



My train of thought never came back to me. "Run" was all that came to me, no clue where, or to whom, anywhere but here. I started to turn around, my legs entwined and I hit the ground. I looked back, I wished I hadn’t. Right in the middle of its maw, Dave's head was about to follow the rest of his body. He was still yelling and struggling, still fighting despite his predicament; I could see ripples and undulations in its stomach from his legs jerking. With small pull of her neck muscles, his mouth was pulled under. And for a split second, his eyes locked with mine, the terror in them were burned in the back of my mine. And with a powerful gulp, his whole head disappeared into a bulge in her throat, only a grasping hand remained. Then it was her turn to locks eyes. The thing finished swallowing Dave, the mass in its neck joining the rest in her stomach, dilating its size to disturbing proportions. Then I felt my legs snag and my body drag across the dirt, no… Surely it couldn't hold more; surely it was full from something that big. It pulled me closer, close enough I could see the furry orb of its stomach jerk and twitch from movement within. Its eyes were still locked with mine, it was still smiling.



It was still hungry…