Shitty vorepone fic

It was a dark and stormy night. No, that’s a lie. It was 8PM and there was a light drizzle outside.  Somewhere in Germany, Shadownaga sat bathed in the glow of her computer screen, her room otherwise dark. Shadownaga, as she called herself, was not one of those attractive people you see on TV. Instead, she was plain. Mediocre make-up covering up some zits, a slight bend to her nose, a handful of pounds overweight, giving her a little muffin top. She was Caucasian, but had sworn to take up arms to defend the oppressed be they trans-xir-planetkin agender demiboy turtlefictive headmates with the pronouns Xe/Zim/Øyr or just a group of marginalized non-whites. Now, Shadownaga had a dark secret. She was into Vorarephilia. Except, she wasn’t ashamed of this fact, because she was a strong wymyn expressing herself and taking charge of her sexuality. Shadownaga had gone to her usual source for vore, the fantastic community hub known as Eka’s Portal. The people there were so friendly and nonjudgmental, and they listened and believed when she told them how they were oppressing others with their tastes. What a good community that was!

Alas, something had changed. Shadownaga had found herself browsing the latest updates section of the site one day, and there were a lot of new pics, as always. Eka’s fostered creativity and productivity above all else, of course, with everyone being allowed to unfold as they felt was appropriate, no matter how hideous their drawings or how indecipherable their NarutoxFurry OC fanfic. Truly, a utopia. Something caught Shadownaga’s eye. A pony! She loved ponies! She clicked on the picture, and to her shock, it was a picture of a white pony with a blonde mane having devoured a zebra, sitting on a throne of Zebra bones. Yet, that wasn’t the worst part. No, the pony was wearing a SS-style cap with a heart with a swastika on it! And a banner on the wall had the same symbol on it! This could not stand! This was an affront to those who had been oppressed by the real Nazis! Not to mention the artist was also objectifying a female. Of course. What a shitlord he must be! In her fury, Shadownaga scrolled down to the comments section, and not only were people not outraged – some even seemed appreciative, commenting that “This character is surprising appealing for being a Nazi.. perhaps even more so because of that fact”.

Shadownaga saw red. How could people respond like this? Oh, but maybe the artist was simply misguided, and would change their ways after being made aware he’d committed a faux pas. So she typed in her insightful comment, making sure to let the artist know she wasn’t angry, just disappointed. Hah! Surely, this would change their mind! Shadownaga waited, browsing fanfic.net in the meanwhile, checking if her story had gotten anymore views or comments. After all, who wouldn’t want to read the adventures of her naga self who seduced or outwitted or defeated in battle every conceivable challenge? Oh, she hoped science would one day let her be a naga. She checked back. Her heart sank in her chest. Not only were more people defending the artist, he himself seemed to be making fun of her! She wrote up another batch of righteous responses, filled with indignation. But it had taken its toll. Shadownaga had, at least temporarily, lost her ability to even. She browsed to her Steven Universe cache and put on that one episode where Pearl cried, cracking open another pack of Healthy At Every Size™ cookie dough and eating it raw as she did. Several episodes and a case or two of type-2 diabetes later, something sounded from downstairs. At first, she thought it must be her parents. After all, she heard it all the way up to her little loft when they moved, as you do in small houses.

Then something dawned on Shadownaga. Her parents were supposed to be on their second honeymoon! Oh god! Someone had broken in! She panicked, not knowing what to do, and started hyperventilating. Luckily she had her brown paper bag she used to breathe into when she hyperventilated after an inevitable trigger that some shitlord hadn’t put a trigger warning in front of. She heard the sound coming closer, creeping up the creaking stairs. She fumbled with her phone, desperately trying to unlock it, but her fingers were so smudged with cookie dough that the touchscreen refused to register her swipes. She finally managed to un-smudge her fingers for long enough to unlock her phone (ignoring the option for emergency calls, which didn’t require unlocking). She called the emergency central, while trying to keep an eye on the door to her room.
Out from the shadows came…something. A weird amalgam of color. Shadownaga was at a loss for words of what to say, snapped back to reality when the operator started speaking. “What is your emergency?” The operator said. “I-I’ve had a break-in! And the culprit is coming r-right for me!” Shadownaga said, watching in terror as the form of a light grey pony with a blue-and-pink mane and tail entered her room, licking her lips. Wait, a pony?! But…those weren’t real, were they? But she was there, and cute, right? The pony was bigger than Shadownaga had anticipated. Though, wasn’t that just more to hug?

“Stay put, we will have a patrol at your house as fast as possible. Do not engage, I repeat, do not engage. Hide somewhere and stay safe, alright?” The operator said. Shadownaga managed to grunt an affirmation. The pony came closer, her stride confident and almost even predatory. Shadownaga put down her phone. “W-who are you? Why are you here?” She asked the pony. To her surprise, the pony answered in a rather husky voice “I’m here for you, sweetie. You see, I’m hungry, and you’re an annoyance. So I figured I’d kill two birds with one stone.” Almost as if on-cue, her stomach rumbled. Loudly. “W-what?!” Shadownaga stammered, stumbling back into her room, the doorway blocked. The pony moved in closer and closer. “I said I’m here to eat you. Devour you whole, and then digest you.” She licked her lips and pounced onto the overweight human. Shadownaga’s reflexes weren’t quick enough to avoid anything, let alone a motivated predator, and she was pinned to the ground, the air knocked from her lungs.

“N-no! Please! Whatever I did, I can change that! I can give you food! Or money!” Shadownaga attempted to bargain with the pony, but the pony just shook her head and clicked her tongue. “Tsk tsk tsk. You talk too much. Let’s put you in timeout.” The pony said and opened her mouth, her jaw unhinging like a snake’s, and moving to take in the fat girl’s head. Shadownaga let out a shrill, ear-piercing scream as the pony’s wet lips slathered over the back of her head and her face, and her hot breath washed over her, smelling oddly sweet. The pony quickly moved down, engulfing the rest of Shadownaga’s head despite her wild thrashing, the girl’s screams muted by the pony’s flesh. The pony then slowed down a little, deciding to take her time and taste the girl, tongue licking over the front of the girl, tasting her sweat-encrusted t-shirt. Shadownaga tried to thrash again, but the pony simply put some weight into holding her down, and there was little she could do. The girl started crying, and the pony reached her breasts, still clad in the t-shirt, and decently-sized. Shadownaga let out an involuntary moan as her breasts were squeezed by the pony’s tight, wet mouth. The pony let go of Shadownaga, and with a swallow, was now to the girl’s solar plexus. Shadownaga attempted to plant her feet on the floor in a desperate attempt to find purchase, but as she did, the pony simply leaned over, letting gravity do the job for her, now reaching the girl’s waist. A few more swallows, and the only thing left of the girl outside the pony was her squirming legs. The girl kicked her legs, even though it was futile, and the pony slowly slurped the legs like they were spaghetti, before closing her mouth over them and, with a final swallow, condemning Shadownaga to her now massive belly, letting out a belch.

“Hm. Juicy, but also fatty. Fairly mediocre, all in all, but at least you were filling. Not to mention, you’ll add nicely to my flank.” The pony said, petting her belly as it distended with kicks, punches and other general struggles of Shadownaga. The pony, spotting a bed, laid down on it, pulling the covers over herself, managing to cover her massive gut, and went to sleep as the rhythmic struggling lulled her to sleep, the muffled screams and sobs music to her ears.
In the morning, the pony woke up, stomach noticeably flatter and calmer. And yet, her meal was eager to come out, she could feel it. She located the toilet, but it was so small that she didn’t even want to bother. An idea crossed her mind, and she instead deposited her huge load in the bathtub, grinning at the pile of shit and bones that had been Shadownaga. “Thank you cyberpolice databases for letting me track her down via her posts. The world’s rid of another bother, and I’m some flankfat richer.” The pony said, smacking her noticeably increased flank, which jiggled.

Fin