Heart Things: Chapter 5

>It's been two days of travel.
>While nothing truly eventful has happened in that time span, this certainly makes up for it.
>With your shirt in a pegasus' mouth, you dangle several meters in the air above Lyra.
>Sugar Twist, the mischievous, khaki-coated mare, slips her forelegs underneath your armpits to free her mouth.
>Her poofy, pale blue mane bounces playfully in front of her face with each flap of her wings.
>”Oh Lyra, I know you're enjoying this.”
>”Just give him back Sugar Twist, nopony needs to get hurt.”
“Speak for yourself!”
>”Oh heh... sorry Anon... no-body- needs to get hurt”
>You shift nervously in the “grasp” of Twist.
>The silky feel of her coat works against you in this case.
>Your arms slip against the smooth hair as you struggle to keep yourself from falling.
>The fear of breaking your legs far outweigh your fear of being eaten.
>Lyra hasn't shown the best proficiency in magic, so dropping down to her wasn't an option.
>All you can hope for is a bit of mercy, and a lot of diplomacy.
>Cold sweat oozes from your face as you watch the drops fall to the ground.
>The mere thought of falling sends fear throughout your entire body.
>As you shiver, a large, sloppy tongue of Twist wipes away the sweat, replacing it with a layer of saliva.
>”Mmmm... don't see why you'd want to keep these things for long, especially with how many of them there are in this world.”
>An ominous, hollow grumble of Sugar Twist's belly penetrates your thoughts.
>”And they taste nothing like we had at home Lyra.”
>You shiver as the helpless bargaining chip you are.
>The only weapon you held was knocked away with a whip of her tail before she lifted you into the air.
>”They're more than just snacks Twist, they're actually pretty nice!”
>Twist cocks her head with a sly smile.
>”Oh?  Nicer than me?”
>You've seen enough drama to see where this is going.
>Lyra blushes as she stamps her hooves in frustration.
>”I already told you Twist, I'm not interested!”
>The sound of a breaking heart permeates the silence as a bit of turbulence hits Twist's wings.
>You yelp in surprise as you dip a little towards the ground.
>Regaining her height, the pegasus says with hurt pride.
>”You haven't even tried me yet, and you're already rejecting me?!”
>Lyra scoffs at her words, clearly miffed.
>”You already know I have a special somepony, why do you keep insisting we be together?!”
>Her wings beat faster as she maintains her height, motivated to persuade the unicorn.
>”We've been through a lot Lyra, and I thought we had something.  The late night explorations around town, the pranks we pulled around Ponyville, everything!”
>A quick glance behind you reveals a livid pegasus.
>Practically seething in silent anger, your turned head catches her eye.
>As she looks back at you, a devious grin crosses her lips.
>”Well then, if you won't have me, I'll just have your little pet instead!”
>A shock of panic shoots through your spine as you stop yourself from escaping.
>Reminding yourself that humans do not have wings, you put yourself in the mercy of Sugar Twist.
>You hear her wet maw open behind your head.
>Her humid breath rolls over your face as you give Lyra a pleading look.
>Right before a row of pearly whites come into vision, you hear your friend exclaim.
>”Wait!  Ugh... can you at least come down here so we can talk about this?”
>The gusts of hot breaths cease as she closes her mouth with a click of her teeth.
>”But we are talking!”
>”I mean, on the ground, where we can see eye-to-eye.”
>You feel Twist fidget around in the air as your legs swing from left to right.
>The ground almost spins beneath you as your fear of being dropped steadily overtakes your mind.
>Pain was something you avoided regularly, and a pair of broken legs is not on the agenda.
>”After all, how else can I have you when you're all the way up there?”
>Her voice takes on a perkier tone as you feel yourself coming closer to the ground.
>”Really?!”
>Well, she certainly is easy to please.
>”Really.”
>As the beat of wings slow down, the ground slowly comes closer to you.
>Eager to touch down onto Earth, you see Lyra's horn glow gold.
>A quick glance behind reveals that she gripped onto Twist's wings.
>You wiggle out of her grip as you tumble to the hard concrete of the street.
>The fall wasn't too long, but it still shook you up.
>Concentrating on Twist, she asks you through gritted teeth.
>”You okay?”
>Rubbing your sore back, you assure her.
“I've felt better, but I'm fine.”
>As the pegasus starts to fall down to the ground, Lyra charges at her.
>Intercepting her in midair, the two massive bodies hit each other with a heavy thump.
>The sheer force might have knocked you off your feet if you were standing.
>You opted to cover your eyes as the collision onto the ground created a mist of debris.
>Sounds of struggle can be heard as the dust settles.
>Coughing through the fog of concrete, you look to see the winner.
>The minty mare stands victoriously over the beaten beige pony.
>With a hoof pinning each leg, you watch as Lyra's eyes figuratively glow in anger.
>Between heavy pants, she utters to her defeated friend.
>”You know, I haven't eaten in a while, and you did say I can have you.”
>Twist's eyes dilate at her words.
>”But... there's a perfectly good human right behind you!  Surely our friendship is worth more than that!”
>Lyra's head shakes as you hear Twist whimper.
>”Friends don't steal from each other.  Your jokes always went too far and I was always there to help you out.”
>She sighs with finality as you see her press her weight into Twist's legs.
>”But this time, we'll both get what we want.  Sorry Twist, but at least we'll be closer than ever.”
>Her weak attempt to comfort the doomed pony ended with a yelp that was immediately silenced.
>Twist's helpless screams were muted as Lyra's mouth began to cover every inch of her friend's muzzle.
>Saliva oozes out from under her lips as she tried to get a solid grip on the flailing head.
>You hear her slurp sloppily as more and more of the pegasus is fed into Lyra's mouth.
>Her lips miraculously reach her neck as Lyra stands off Twist's legs.
>Gripping her neck like a noose, Lyra gulps noisily as Twist struggles for freedom.
>Staring at the scene with a dropped jaw, you witness the two behemoths struggle for power.
>A large, round bulge enters Lyra's throat as the pegasus' hind legs kick out in desperation.
>Once she feels her esophagus clench down on her meal, she opens her mouth even further.
>She takes her victim's forelegs in her own, and force them into her mouth.
>Her tongue lashes out to wrap under the soft belly of the pony.
>The distinct shape of a pony's head slowly creeps towards Lyra's withers.
>You see Twist's mouth move, but only muffled sounds can be heard.
>Reaching the halfway point, Lyra lets loose a few messy burps.
>Strings of saliva fly from her mouth as she drools over the flank of her friend.
>She struggles to expel more air from her stomach as the pegasus' endless yelling fills her up.
>Lyra forces herself to swallow through the shouts as the head-shaped bulge slowly enters her belly.
>It disappears beneath the round, chubby fat of your protector.
>Though the round bulbous head has finally gone down, Twist's middle still remained in Lyra's throat.
>Her hind legs stuck out awkwardly from her mouth as well, but the hardest part has passed.
>Lyra starts to drag herself towards a building, putting her back to the solid wall.
>She beckons you closer with a hoof, as the sounds of bodily noises fill the air.
>Still gulping down the legs steadily, you see the pony's fore hooves join the head.
>Lyra's belly began to protrude out as Sugar Twist filled her stomach.
>Any evidence of resistance were seen as round bumps on Lyra's middle.
>The cushioned fortress that is her stomach refused to let go of its well-deserved meal.
>As the back hooves disappear between Lyra's lips, you hear her force a prolonged gulp.
>The bulges of pony lurch forward with a sickening swallow as the fluffy tail slithers into her mouth.
>She uses her fore hooves to force the rest of the pony down into her eager stomach.
>The churn, bubble and groan of the digestive organ were but sounds to you.
>To Lyra, it was satisfaction.
>With her mouth finally assuming a normal shape, you see her sigh contentedly.
>A lick of her lips and a smile on her face showed little to no remorse for what she's done.
>Her round middle stuck out quite obviously as the outlines of a pony can be seen from outside.
>Suddenly, Lyra put a hoof to her mouth, her cheeks puff out as she holds you in close with the free leg.
>You feel her hold on to you for dear life as she unplugs her mouth.
>A great, resounding belch echoes through the streets as you feel the grand vibrations against your body.
>Your head pounds at the volume as your entire body shakes at the aftermath.
>Eyeing her belly, it appears to have wrapped tighter around its prey.
>The outline of Sugar Twist was much more pronounced, and she moved little.
>Lyra only giggles in response.
>”'scuse me, sorry about that.”
>You scratch your head in confusion.
“Are you really okay with this?  Wasn't she your friend?”
>She shrugs at your question.
>”We've known each other for a while, but she would always get us in trouble.  Today was kind of the final straw.”
>You lean into her a bit, feeling the subtle movements of her victim.
“So... do you think we should rest for the day while you...”
>”Yeah, I think we should.”
>Looking around the concrete jungle, a mattress shop was just a block away.
“We can probably rest over there, can you manage?”
>She struggles to get on her hooves, but keeps herself from falling onto her passenger.
>”Y-yeah, let's go.”
>With belly gently grazing the ground below her, you both make your way to the store for some much needed rest.