[vore]BugNomsPone

>You're a starving shell of a pony, chained up to the wall in some sort of concrete room, probably a basement. You're given nothing but a cardboard box to sleep in and a water dish. You're completely sapped of whatever strength you normally had.
>You were captured by a changeling while going home one day. You now regret going into that shady part of town for that gig.
>You hear a door open up and light floods the otherwise pitchblack room. Hoof steps echo into the room and the silhouette of a pony walks in.
>You don't recognize him for a few seconds, but you've come to expect this by now. You don't even make an attempt to shy away as you wait for the changeling to drop its disguise and get on with its sadistic ritual.
>"Hello dear," it hums, small chirping noises following it soon after "Are you still alive down here?"

>You groan out loudly as you hear the familiar voice ask the same question he asks every day. You don't even have the will to spit at him anymore.
>After a pause, the changeling chirps again, but looks disappointed. He kneels down and lifts your chin up with a hoof to look straight into your eyes with his solid green compound eyes.
>"Aw, no ore fight?" he asks quietly.
>You can't make yourself do anything. You can't look away from the creepy, bug like eyes. You could see your own dead expression in the reflection.
>The changeling leans forward and presses his lips to yours and you feel the familiar tug. Not so much a physical one, but more of an emotional one.
>The changeling pulls back, disappointment stuck to his face.
>"Such a pity," he says "You were the tastiest snack I've ever caught."

>The changeling gives your short muzzle a lick with his forked tongue. Little chirps tumble their way into your ears, making you scrunch up in disgust. Oh, also because of the pervy lick.
>"Mmm...well, there's only one thing I can do with you now."
>You close your eyes and whimper a little. You don't want to die. You wish this changeling would just let you go home and sleep.
>Your head drops to the ground again with a small, painful thud. You heard a spell charge up. You wince and wait for the end.

>The collar around your neck comes off with a small pop. This changeling was letting you go?
>You open your eyes again and strain to look up at your captor standing above you. He has a...content look? Look of anticipation? You couldn't be sure, his back was still toward the light, and his face was mostly shadowed at this angle.
>A magic glow wraps around you and picks you up. It's the warmest thing you've had wrapped around you since you've been captured.
>You're picked up gently by the bright green glow. You come face to face with the changeling.
>The changeling licks his lips and makes more chirping sounds. Your eyes go wide as confusion takes over. You wonder what this changeling could be thinking if you don't have anymore food for him.
>The changeling licks your cheek again. His tongue is warm and slick, and leaves you shivering a little as it draws across your face, all the way to the tip of your nose.
>You whimper a little out of fear. You have a bad feeling about this.

>The changeling's mouth opens up. His jaws stretch open wide in front of your face. You could see everything. His sharp teeth, the soft, green tongue between them, his wide open throat, ready to take in another meal, and the saliva that coated everything and gave it a shiny gloss.
>Your muzzle is slowly pulled forward, sliding between his lips and grazing his teeth. His maw starts to fill up your vision as your muzzle slides along his tongue.
>It's hot inside. It feels like a fucking sauna in his maw alone, and your muzzle is barely inside. You whimper a little more and shut your eyes, trying to pretend you weren't about to be swallowed whole by a changeling.
>A low hum of approval erupts from the throat just inches away from your nose. His tongue curls your muzzle and saliva soaks it through. He's clearly enjoying this, and the slight tug from his magic tells you he wants more.

>Your nose touches the back of his throat. You try hard not to think about how your entire head is almost completely inside his maw.
>The ring of muscle tugs on your muzzle and pulls it down a few inches. The tight throat is now gripping the length of your muzzle and just squeezes it.
>Just as you were about to whimper, the changeling's lips come to a close and seal around your neck. There was no escape now. All he had to do was tip his head back a bit...relax his throat just a little and...
>A strong grip tugs your muzzle down, pulling the rest of your head along with it. His hungry throat stretches around your face as it's pulled along. Within moments, your head slips down his slick throat. The smooth walls hug you all around and smother you in the thick, warm saliva.
>You could feel the throat muscles continue to stretch open as you descend further into his body. Your flat pony chest slides into his maw next and his thick tongue makes short work of tasting it up and down.
>You could feel your claustrophobia acting up as the walls constrict around more and more of your frail, weak body. The throat walls just took in inch after inch of your chest, working more of you down.
>It only took a few more moments for your upper body to be completely swallowed up. Only your sweet pony ass could feel the outside air. And you savored that feeling, even as that perverted tongue slithered across your plump rump.

>You lazily kick your legs a little. You weren't going to get the chance to again, you might as well use what free space you have left before you lose it.
>The changeling's tongue slides up between your legs. It's warm, smooth flesh slides along your sex and travels up to your tail hole before he pulls on your rump.
>You could feel his lips stretch around your fine ass and pull it in. it travels the short length inside his hot maw before it has the pleasure of pushing its way into his hungry throat.
>Just as your prize winning ass was reduced to a shapely bulge in the changeling's chitin neck, your head was forced into an open space.
>Your head just slipped into the changeling's stomach. And it was transparent. From your angle, you could just see your head being forced between his legs and inched towards his oddly pony like member.
>You groan as you realize that this is probably the last thing you'll ever see in this world.
>Your focus returns to your thighs as they are slurped up into the changeling's maw. His teeth squeeze their soft flesh gently, sending small tremors down your body. You buck weakly in response, but that just seems to make him squeeze more.
>It takes a few moments, but he finally swallows down your legs, for the most part. Now all that remained, as the vore cliche goes, was your little hooves laying just on his tongue, just outside of his lips.

>You let out a soft whine inside of your prison.
"P-Please...d-don't..."
>Another contraction of his throat squeezes your legs, not enough to pull them down, but enough to make you groan again.
>You feel a hoof touch your own hooves. It's a slow, gentle force, but you could feel that hoof push against yours.
>Your hooves slowly enter his steamy maw and, after savoring you for so long, the changeling finally closed his mouth around you and seals you in.
>With just a few more simple swallows, your hooves are pushed down into his throat, where the rest of you has disappeared to, and pulled all the way down to his clear belly.
>It was a small space inside, now that you were completely curled up inside. There was just enough room to breath, but not really much room at all to move around in. The stomach walls hugged you tight enough to ensure that any movement would feel sluggish and tiresome.
>Now that you were completely swallowed up, the changeling lets out a soft sigh of satisfaction. He sits down so he could hug his hooves around his stuffed belly and rub it idly.
>"Oooh, yes!" he chirped happily "You definitely tasted just as good as your love did~"

>You can't do anything but sob inside of his stomach. And even then, between the soft gurgles and the walls squashing your ears down, you could only hear a soft chuckle in response.
>"Don't worry, dear, this will all be over soon," he hums almost sweetly to you.
>There was a moment of pause as you continued to whimper and tremble inside of your new prison and deathbed. You thought of all of the things you never got to do or all of the ponies you could never say good bye to.
>Suddenly, you are jerked up as the changeling stands up. His swift movements make it hard to assume he didn't have urgent business.
>"Oh dear," he says "This was supposed to be a quick grab and gulp, but...ah..." he clears his throat and makes his way to the door, your body swaying back and forth beneath him as he walks.
>"I'm running a bit late on an errand. I hope you don't mind tagging along for today," he says casually.
>You hear him throw on a new disguise, replacing the black chitin legs you saw to each side with a soft pink color. A mare, you assumed. The stomach didn't become any less transparent, however.
>With little more hesitation, the changeling stepped outside once again.
>You could see the world again, open and free like you missed so much. You could see the ponies on the busy market street, each selling their wares. You nearly cried in joy at the sight.
>You thought this changeling made a mistake, that he was bringing you out in full view and that someone would see you in his transparent belly.
>"Good morning, Miss," you heard a voice say "are you expecting?"
>Another voice, coming from the changeling's body itself, replied "Anytime now. My doctor said it shouldn't be very long until they arrive."
>Wait...expecting? Doctor?
>"Well, my lord, they better come soon, that much weight must be killer! How many are you expecting, twins? Triplets?"
>The changeling chuckles before chirping "Quadruplets!"

>The rest of the conversation goes on as you realize what's happened. This changeling hasn't made a mistake at all. You weren't going to be seen by anyone.
>The changeling has disguised it's belly as the pregnant belly of a mother.
>You could see the world just outside of the stomach, but it couldn't look in. You were going to be forced to watch what you loved so dearly fade away with your life.
>You couldn't handle it anymore. You wanted to die right there and then.

>But it would have been hours until the mare would have been digested completely and her waste forgotten about.