[aj]A Bug's Lunch

    The changeling's stomach growled loudly, gnawing at her nerves and begging her to eat.  And not just eat the little crumbs of wheat and sugar that ponies call food, but a propper meal.  One that'll squirm and cry on its way down.  The insect mare did her best to calm down her roudy belly, with a little pat.  It truely was a while since she ate well...but luckily for her, she won't have to wait much longer.

   It had been about a month since Junebug came to Ponyville, which means a month of eating cupcakes and grass sandwiches.  It was a pretty nice place with rather friendly ponies, she had to admit.  She could stay here a long time.  Not that she'd want to live there, but while she was on long term assignment, it was probably the most comfortable town to work in.

    Her job really was quite simple; to infiltrate the pony ranks and gather any vital info about any military traffic through the area, if there was any.  She'd simply wriggle her way into their society, make friends, gain their trust, and squeeze every last drop of info out of them as she could.  Essentially, she was a glorified gossip girl, but with how trusting these talkative ponies were, it was surprisingly effective and quickly became a favorite method for spies like Junebug.  They were so trusting, in fact, that after the changeling got away with slip up after slip up, written off as a simple mistake or as a freak occurence, she had stopped bothering with the usual hypnotic spells and thought sepressants completely!

    Today was her day off.  She had learned enough about Twilight Sparkle's new apprentace and decided she deserved a nice, relaxing evening to share a pie with one of her new 'friends'.  Of course, she wouldn't actually have any pie, being a changeling and all, but she'd still enjoy the quieter, private company.  And, if she played her cards right, she's have just enough time alone for, oh let's say, a giant insect to eat and digest a full grown pony.  Or, you know, something normal like knit a scarf or something.  After a quick lunch she'd send off the info, take a nice nap, then go see a show with her cliq.  It was going to be a good day today.

    She arrived at the door of the date and promptly knocked on it.  As she waited, the info she gathered on this pony started to buzz in her head again.  She was kinda reclous, but she did have a room mate, who was out for the week.  Most ponies felt she was a bit annoying at times, a bit prodding, doesn't know personal space, even downright unsociable at times.  Probably not a pony anyone would miss.

    The door swung wide, and from the shadowy interior appeared today's subject.  A mint green unicorn spotting a stringed instrument for a cutie mark and a somewhat unkept head of hair.  None other than Lyra Heartstrings, town conspiracy theorist and musician.

    "Ah, Junebug, there you are, I was beginning to worry you weren't coming!" the mint green mare said with delight in her throat

    "Oh, wouldn't dream of missing it, you know I love meeting new ponies," Junebug responded in kind, almost trying to outdelight her.

    "Well, I hope you love pie just as much, it's just about ready! Come in, come in!" The unicorn said, before opening her door a bit wider, and giving Junebug's rump a light nudge with her magic.  The 'earth pony' ignored the subtle invasion of privacy and, of course, happily oblidged and wandered right into the humble home filled with the soft scent of baked fruits.

    Lyra couldn't help but to smile wide as she watched her guest walk inside.  She swung the door closed behind her and used her magic to quickly clasp a small lock on the door, before trotting to catch up to Junebug.

    She was simply looking around her home and familiarizing herself with it.  Soon enough she found herself in the kitchen, where the sweet smelling, fruity candles made the place feel welcoming and relaxing.  Lyra slowly made her way up behind the mare, and likewise into the kitchen.

    "Mmm, it smells wonderful in here," Junebug said "When did you say that pie will be ready?" The mare had her back right toward her.  Poor girl didn't suspect a thing.

"Oh, I'd say it's ready just about..." Lyra's horn flared up with a golden glow and gave off a gentle hum "Now."

    Without any warning, the unicorn pounced, using her weight to tackle the mare to the ground and her magic to capture and bind her limbs.  She was met with immediate resistance, but being caught off guard and so completely unaware, Junebug was easy to pin down and control.  Now, as the mare lay on her back, straddled by the unicorn's thick, clenching thighs, she was helpless to fight back.  Lyra couldn't help but to smirk at her helplessness.

    "Ooph, L-Lyra what are you doing?" Junebug groaned as she fidgeted against the unicorn's combined strength and magic.  Lyra licked her lips and slowly leaned down until they were muzzle to muzzle with one another.  She let out a low, cruel chuckle.

    "You know, you BUGs are much easier to catch than you give yourself credit for," the mint colored unicorn cooed slowly.  Junebug paled.  She had worked so hard to keep up this jig...how did she get caught out?  She swallowed a nervous lump in her throat.

     "H-Haha, funny joke Lyra," she said, forcing out a nervous smile "but but seriously, that kinda hurt, can you uh...get off me now?"

    "Nice try bug," the mare on top growled "but I'm not going to just let a dangerous beast loose inside my own home."

    "Ok ok I uh...I'll just leave then, ok?  Don't want any trouble," Junebug grunted, looking her captor straight in the eye now  "Besides...even if I was a bug, what are gunna do?  Tell someone?  They won't believe you!"

    That villainous smirk only grew wider on Lyra's lips.  She slowly split her lips and let her tongue slide out from between them, before slowly dragging it across Junbug's muzzle.  A shiver went down her spine as the slimy appendage trailed saliva across her face.

    "Mmmm....you taste...sweeter than I expected," she hummed, smacking her tongue in her mouth, savoring that new flavor.  Slowly, her horn started to glow brighter as that smirk crept back into her face.  "ya know...maybe you're right.  Maybe I shouldn't tell everyone," she hummed "I mean, it might cause a panic if I show up at their door and they see...."

    Suddenly, her horn flashed with a brilliant light, and a wave of intense heat wash over her mind, making her recoil in pain, before quickly subsiding.  When she looked back up at her captor, she couldn't help but to notice she was biting her lip now...and gently squeezing her thighs just a bit tighter around her form.  Around her black, chitenous, and visibly not pony form.

    "....this."

    Lyra's eyes lit up with excitement as they devoured Junebug's totally exposed and undisguised body.  With nowhere to hide now, she felt naked and vulnerable under the unicorn's gaze, helpless to stop her from oogling her black, insectoid form unrestricted.  The changeling visibly recoiled underneath her captor's wicked expression.

    "And besides," the mare continued "I don't think it'd be very wise for me to share you with the others.  Why should I, when I can have you all to myself?" Another long drag of the tongue across Junebug's black cheek punctuated her question, trailing all the way up and between her eyes.  After a followup kiss, the mare visibly quivered, her eyes shut and her lips curled into a look of deep pleasure.

    "Wh-What are you gunna do to me," the changeling beneath the mare whimpered, resigned to her fate.

    "What am I gunna do?" she echoed back to her catch.  She paused for a moment to chuckle.  A chuckle that sounded more like a beast catching its breath after a catch, than a mare expressing her amusement. "I'm going to enjoy my catch.  And I'm going to savor its flavor for as long as I can."

    Junebug put on a brave face, trying not to give this mare the satisfaction of torturing her...but it all fadded away when Lyra's lips slowly peeled open and her jaws spread apart wide to reveal her her slimy, soft maw, framed by two rows of perfect smooth teeth, and the hungry endless tunnel that was her throat that lay just beyond.  The entire thing pulsed once as a gentle gulp made her muscles constrict, before relaxing again, ready to take in its meal.

    "W-Wait, you're not gunna...I thought ponies were vegit-" the giant insect tried to cry out to the pony, but was cut off once the unicorn's lips closed around her muzzle and forced her mouth shut.

    Lyra stared right into the changeling's eyes, drinking in her fear before she slowly eased her lips down her face and completely over her head.  The mare gagged once when her throat was filled with the bug's muzzle, but soon relaxed again as a little gulp guided it down and allowed for the rest of her head to pass in relative peace.  The unicorn's throat bulged out wide with the sheer size of the changeling's head, but it didn't seem to have any trouble at all pulling it down all the way, and stretching even wider to accommodate even more of the critter.

    Lyra was in heaven.  The intense flavor, the smooth, somewhat firm curves, the warmth radiating off of her, the unicorn's eyes rolled up in bliss as her jaws worked over her meal's shoulders and chest.  In slow, methodical suckles and swallows, she was able to ease her meal down her throat, slowly introducing it to her body one inch and one swallow at a time.

    Soon enough, just as her lips slipped over the bug's waist, she could feel her belly start to expand and stretch around its form, showing off a little bump that was her head.  With a couple more swallows, the bug finally started to curl up inside the tight cavity as she filled up her final resting place.  Lyra's jaws wrapped around the chsngeling's hips, stretching nice and wide to fit such a wide frame into her body.  All that would be left after that was its legs.

    First those thick, soft thighs, feeling like heavenly pillows as they rested on her tongue, then down her hocks and calves, all the way until a couple more gentle swallows pulled those little hooves right into her maw which sat there for just a moment, framed by her soft, tender lips.   The predator took her last chance to lick and gently gnaw on the last of her changeling, letting a low moan of pleasure drip out of her as they slowly slipped deeper and deeper into her mouth, until an incidental, unconscious swallow pulled her meal down her throat and deep into her body to be broken down and processed.

    Lyra let out a long, happy sigh once she was done, and slumped onto her side.  Her belly had grown nearly as large as she was, now that it was filled with the fidgeting, squirming changeling.  She stroked a hoof over her bloated form, feeling how her meal sat inside her.  Running her hoof over her bug's thigh through her belly walls, and resting on the large bulge that was her rump.  A low growl bubbled up from deep inside, shifting gases inside back and forth, until a bubble finally made its way into her throat and out her mouth in a loud, rude belch.

    She moaned happily and gave her wriggling belly a pat.  "Mmm, best meal I've had in years.  You bugs might be stupid, but you know how to keep yourself delicious," she hummed in an almost sleepy tone.  "I sure hope there are more of you around, would love to invite more of your friends for dinner...and maybe even desert."

    The changeling in response said something in an excited, hurried tone, but Lyra didn't pay attention, not that she could with how muffled it was.  All she cared about was the lovely warmth washing over her as sleep overtook her.

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