Live Writing 2- Role Reversal/Fat/Vore

Nighttime in Manehattan. The city may never sleep, but it has a darker side that comes out during the night, both figuratively and literally. Shady dealings, thefts, break-ins, all of the sort. That, and something more sinister... Quite literally, predators stalk the streets at night. While obviously eating another of your kind is illegal and likely would result in a long prison sentence at minimum for anyone who's caught... the results of such are only seen as fat coating the body of the predator the next morning. Thusfar, there have been no *proven* reports, but it's obvious there are some who aren't getting any skinnier as the reports of missing ponies grows. Stories told to foals as a cautionary tale to keep them behaving are given true reality... part of why they've never been caught is because no one really wants to get *eaten*... Guardsponies included.

The only problem with such a fattening turn of events for a lucky, successful few, is when new players come on to the scene to upset the balance.

One of these such players is a confident stallion, stalking the narrow alleyways of the concrete maze that makes up Manehattan off the wide avenues that most travel. Friends of Silver Lining know him to have quite an appetite, only offset by an equal, if not greater interest in athletics. As such, all of that food he gluts upon, good and not so good, ends up being used to grow him into a well muscled and agile young earth pony.

After learning about this new breed of feasting from a not so reputable friend of his, he decided to put meat on the menu tonight. A small smirk is on his face as his eyes scan the alleys for easy pickings to try his hoof at scarfing down. *It can't be so hard, right?* Those were the words he said to himself before going out into the evening, starting just as the sun sets and most ponies who are out in the daytime are at home. The streets are by no means barren, but the alleys definitely are, allowing him free reign to find a lone straggler.

And as he turns the corner, he finds just the pony he's looking for. Down a few meters is what must be the fattest mare he's ever seen, the unicorn's massive, white furred gut gurgling with hunger as she waddles down the alleyway. Her flanks jiggle with every step in a way that makes the stallion's mouth water, and the best part is, her blubbery body is turned away from him, so she's unaware of his presence. That little smirk turns into a full on confident smile.

Trotting quietly, he follows the mare's path, sizing her up. She looks so darn vulnerable, impossible for her to react to an attack... especially by a stallion so strong as he. Caught up in his own thoughts on just how to devour her best, the stallion trips over a trash can, and the mare immediately turns. Her face turns to one of suspicion as she sees the stallion obviously stalking him.

"Liking what you see, are we?" The mare's silken voice flows into the Silver Lining's ears like a vibrant melody.

A smile on her face grows as the stallion is frozen, but he remembers himself quickly and gets into an aggressive position, ready to pounce.

"I'm liking the look of the 'little' mare that's about to be in my gut!" The stallion cackles with glee, an electric thrill running through him as he finally has prey to experiment with his tastebuds on.

The mare smiles in a way that would be soothing in any other situation, but is strangely unnerving in one such as this. She turns and waddles away as fast as her legs can carry her. "If you can catch me, that is~"

The stallion smirks even more himself, oblivious to the implication of a mare so obese not being consumed with fear when such a massive stallion says he's going to eat her. It's hardly a chase, the mare barely able to muster her underworked muscles to go past what would be a brisk jog for any normal sized pony. He lets her lead on, though... and it looks like she made a wrong turn when it takes her right to a dead end. The obese unicorn turns slowly and sluggishly, panting with obvious effort at working her muscles what must be the most in years. Nonetheless, she has this strange smile upon her face.

"Well, it looks like you've caught me... Go in for the kill~"

Needing no further invitation, the stallion lunged.

"W-what did you just do?"

The stallion's confident smirk turns to one of straight fear as he squirms underneath the massive gut of the mare, a belly that nearly reaches the ground now pinning him to the cobblestones of the darkened sidestreet. Her gut gurgles with a hunger that seems much more frightening now that he's not in the position of the hunter.

"Why, it's quite simple. You made a mistake, and I capitalized on it." Her matter of fact tone gave a finality to what had just happened. The reality sinks in as he realizes the reason this mare is so obese is because she had been quite the predator herself.

"W-wait, we can talk this out... I was just kidding about eating you!" He squirms even more, his muscled legs unable to get any leverage against the encompassing softness of her flabby tummy.

"Is that so, hmm?" The mare adopts a smug smile as she looks down at the overconfident buck, licking her lips. "Well, I'm not." Her head plunges down onto the stallion's head, sucking him into her maw with practiced ease. Silver Lining does his best to make an escape as his body is slowly freed to allow him to go down her throat, but to no avail. She's simply too powerful, and too well versed in the art of glutting on prey.

"I-I was supposed to be the predator..." The stallion's defeated tone makes the mare's heart flutter in just the right way, oh how she loves her prey having teeth... The thrill of the chase, if one could call it a chase when it's more of a jog.

The stallion's musclebound hips pass her jaw, and his hindlegs get slurped down like spaghetti into the depths of her hulking mass of fat belly, the stallion still squirming for freedom in her gut.

"Mmm, you were quite a fine meal~"

The next missing pony report was filed the next day.