The Conjuring [Sizeplay] [Dom] [Crush] [Hoof] [Vore] [Butt]

You aren’t sure where you are; in fact that was an understatement. You had no idea at all, and the nature of your surroundings was disturbing to say the least. You were encompassed on all sides by towering brown walls, only observable thanks to the light trickling in from holes on the side of the room. Whatever happened that landed you in this situation was apparently intense. You were feeling pretty drained and there was a dull ache in the side of your skull. You sit up and attempt to zone back into the scenario at hand. You manage to finally tune your ears into the outside of the room and pick out two voices. An older pompous sounding male and a young woman.

“So, you’re certain he’s in there?” The man asks, quizzically, apparently jostling your room about. Whoever these people were they were large. Very large.

“Absolutely Mr Rich! We take pride in our work and haven’t failed a conjuring in many years.” The woman responds with hints of rehearsed formality.

“Fantastic! Might we open up this container just to make su-“The man begins to ask politely yet firmly, before being somewhat rudely interrupted.

“Oh no no, you mustn’t.” The young lady responds. “The conjuring process is strenuous; you should give him some time to get used to his surroundings, even if they’re only temporary.” The man relents and the room (which you have deduced to be a box) is moved around. The light flowing in through the lovingly placed air holes is blotted out as you are thrust into what you assume to be some sort of carrying case.

“As you wish Ma’am, I’ll return if I encounter any problems with our little friend. But for now, thank you for your time and have a fine day!” The cheeriness in the man’s voice returns as he apparently departs.

You can’t help but be impressed at your ability to remain calm faced with the nature of this incident. Maybe it just hasn’t sunk in yet. You begin listing off the things you can infer from what just transpired, sitting in the pitch black surroundings of the box you must (for now at least) call home. You are sitting in a box, a box not unlike one you might carry a guinea pig in after a trip to a pet shop. The holes in the side of the box reaffirm this. You are a pet. Judging by the tone of the two people who carried out the transaction you are not in any danger, yet. Thirdly, you were ‘conjured’. That was something you would’ve said was impossible perhaps a day or two ago. Yet here you are. Lastly, judging by the sounds of the outside world, your new owner is travelling by horseback. You can hear the clippity clop of his mount’s hooves from your box. All this combine to only one possible answer. You’re dreaming. That said, you’re clearly lucid so you may as well roll with this. You decide that your best course of action would be to explain to your owner that there has been a mistake. Who wants a living, breathing human for a pet? Seems a bit inhumane to say the least. Your thoughts are interrupted, you hear the sounds of a front door creaking open.

Adding to your confusion, the clopping noises continue even as your captor enters what you assume to be their own home. Perhaps they like wearing horseshoes around town. Nothing is really implausible in your mind at this stage. Your box is jerked and shuffled around for a brief moment, before you come to rest on what you presume is a table. Without warning, the lid of your box flies skyward. You shield yourself from the sudden abundance of light for a moment or two. The spotlight was on you and you mentally prepare yourself for your big stage debut. You clear your throat and look upwards to meet your owner’s gaze. While you were ready to make your case, you weren’t ready to see exactly who was staring back down at you.

It’s a horse. More specifically a pony. His rounded and cartoony features betray his origins. You recognise him to be a character from a guilty pleasure of yours. My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. The stallion’s coat is a shade of bright beige, a colour you might even see on your average horse. Your eyes move further upward, past the red tie adorning his neck. Up to his face. His eyes are sky blue, and atop his head is a slicked back black mane. Everything about him reeks of the upper class. Thinking back to the pet shop, it all comes together. ‘Mr Rich.’ This guy is none other than Filthy Rich, father of the one, the only…

Oh good, fucking lord. This dream is probably gonna get a lot more unpleasant if Diamond Tiara gets involved. Your quiet musing is interrupted as a quiet chuckle escapes Filthy.

“My little diamond is going to love you.” You watch from the floor of the box as a slice of apple and a bowl (or rather a bottlecap) with some water in it is placed across from you. Well, it’s more hospitality than you expect to receive in the coming hours. Filthy begins to back away from your box, intent on finishing his daily business. You attempt to call up to him before it’s too late.

“Wait! There’s been a mistake!” Your cries fall on deaf ears. Darkness engulfs the box once more as the lid is replaced. You can hear some more shuffling, and the scribbling of pen on paper. But it’s not long until the front door opens once more and the world is silent. There isn’t much you can do at this stage but wait. You help yourself to some apple before it goes brown and even take a sip of water. These luxuries may not be available to you for long, so you figure you might as well exploit them while they’re here. You must have been undisturbed for a good hour or two before the world outside shows any sign of being alive. You hear the sound of a door opening in the distance, and the voice of a young girl rings out around the house.

“Daddy, I’m home!” You jerk to stand, a feeling of apprehension rising in your chest. You imagine this is probably similar to how a child about to be adopted feels. That said, instead of being passed on to a loving family, you’re being passed on to a bratty preteen girl who will likely do/wish unspeakable evils upon you. You will yourself to wake up from this lucid dream turned nightmare, as you hear another door open. This one a lot closer. Diamond Tiara wonders about the confines of her bedroom. There’s some shuffling and some paper is rustled nearby. Silence, then a quizzical, high pitched `hmmm?` No more than a few seconds later the lid of the box opens, and you stare upwards at your potential unmaker.

Diamond Tiara stares down at you, her features eclipsing the heavens. An insurmountably big filly with a bright pink coat, her mane shimmers somewhat in the light of her room. Its pale purple and white colours accentuating the rest of her face nicely. Atop her monolithic face sits her regal namesake. You try to meet her drilling gaze with an equally unwavering gaze of your own, but it quickly folds under her scrutinizing glare. For just a few seconds, she holds a look of genuine wonderment on her face. A look of childlike innocence, affirmed by a lollipop stick being twirled thoughtfully between her lips. For but a moment this situation doesn’t seem quite as foreboding as you initially thought. Her facial features rapidly morph into a malicious grin, the kind of smirk worn by someone who’s thrown all thoughts of responsibility to the wind.

She sways for a minute, lifting her one of her hooves up to the rim of the box. It just as quickly starts descending into your box. You cower and cringe as the sole of her hoof grows ever larger in your field of vision. You don’t feel the need to ask for whom the bell tolls, almost certain it tolls for thee. You wait anxiously for the embrace of her hooves, when you look up from the floor to find out why you are still firmly on it. You look from side to side and catch her lifting your food and water from the box. Perhaps she wants you to stay in the box for a while to come?

Nope, the box is lifted and jostled wildly. The care that her father used when carrying you is already being missed. You’re forced to stumble and flop around as the world around you shakes violently. The box is tipped almost vertically and you plummet downwards with a slight yelp. You don’t fall for long, and a silky soft surface rushes upwards to meet you. You bounce back upwards a tiny amount, before scrambling onto your back, leaning on your arms. It appears you’ve been tipped onto Diamond Tiara’s bed. Your eyes dart upwards, she’s hard to miss. Diamond Tiara’s colossal form looms over you. The box you were once housed in clatters to the floor behind her as she tosses it effortlessly over her shoulder. All while wearing that same malevolent grin. Your new owner raises a hoof to her mouth, and with a wet pop removes her lolly from her maw’s confines.

“Well, well, well. My very own human. Would’ve thought my daddy would come up with something better for my birthday, but I guess you’ll do.” Her voice reeks of (badly) faked dissatisfaction. Your palms start to get a bit sweaty as she leans down on her free front hoof closer towards you. You can’t help but shuffle backwards instinctively somewhat.

“So, what can YOU do for me?” Diamond Tiara asks, her question seeming more like a demand than genuine curiosity. Her sweet lime scented breath flows over you, permeating your nostrils. Truth is you don’t know, what does she want from you? What can you do for her? You just sit silently in front of her. Unsure of how to react. Diamond Tiara breaks the silence with the answer she was probably hoping for from the start.

“How about you start off with something easy? I’ve been on my hooves all day on a field trip with those lame blank flank fighters or whatever they call themselves. They’re killing me!” She places the lollipop back into her mouth, giving it an audible cursory suck. She then lowers her other hoof down to just in front of you. She’s not lying about this at least, her hoof looks somewhat reddish from all that walking she’s apparently done.

“If you give me a good hoof massage to make them feel better I MIGHT reward you, sound good human?” No. Not really. It doesn’t sound good. You just remain sat there, somewhat dumbfounded. There’s got to be something you can do to get out of this situation. Something you can say. Something that preferably gets you taken back to the somewhat concerned hands of Filthy Rich or the mare he acquired you from. Diamond Tiara quickly grows bored of your indecision.

“C’mon! Didn’t they train you to be obedient?!” The pink filly growls down at you. If you plan on acting in any way now would be a good time. Things could get ugly from here on out. Just as well, she’s given you an idea.

“I uhh, no… You see, I’m… Defective! Yeah, untrainable. It’s a brain condition.” You stutter and stammer slightly on your words but you eventually get them out there. It’s hardly fool proof, and you doubt she’ll buy it but it’s better than being forced to rub her hooves. Diamond Tiara raises an eyebrow.

“Really now? Lucky for us, I think I know how to fix that…” The puzzled look on her face returns to the wicked grin she wore before. Your plan might just have backfired horribly. You know what they say, the best laid schemes of mice and men…

“Th- that’s really not necessary. Just get your father to take me back to the store. I- I’m sure they’ll fix this, free of charge! Y-you might even get someone better!” Your voice becomes more and more panicked as Diamond Tiara, disinterested in your words is turning her back to you. You don’t realise what she has in mind fast enough to act. She takes one more mischievous malice filled glance back at you, then wham.

Her flank crashes down upon you like a massive wave. You cough and splutter as her plump posterior pounds you into the surface of her bed. You can hear her giggling to herself as she feels your hapless struggles under her mighty mounds of flesh. It’s 	 You can only wheeze as her weight forces every ounce of air from her lungs. The tiny sporadic gasps of air you can get are riddled with the thick scent and taste of her sickeningly sweet perfume. You desperately push against her backside. The only things saving you from becoming a formless smear are the softness of her bed, and the chubby padded exterior of her behind. The crushing pain of this experience alleviates most of the hope that this is still just a dream. Thankfully, your punishment is deemed severe enough by this future dominatrix. Her huge body lifts off of you, leaving you gasping for breath like a fish out of water.

“There we go! Feeling a bit more cooperative now?” Diamond Tiara gazes down endearingly at your worn out form. You can only nod your head up and down breathlessly. Diamond Tiara flops down onto her side, shaking the bed and presenting all four of her hooves to you.

“You know what to do, if you do a good job I might even reward you.” Having regained most of your breath, you get to your feet and approach one of her front hooves.

You tentatively prod the centre of it with an extended finger. It’s surprisingly soft and twitches a little at your touch. Unsure if you’re about to do this the right way or not, you reach out with a fist and attempt to knead some of the tension out of her hoof. You have limited masseuse experience but you figure you must be doing something right. You can hear her sighing in-between sucks of her lollipop. After a good ten minutes of you kneading her hoof with a closed fist, she retracts it and pushes her other one roughly into you, knocking you onto your back. You cover your face with your arms as it manoeuvres over you. To your pleasant surprise, it doesn’t come down onto you, it just hovers a short distance above you. You guess this is your cue. Opting to try a different approach this time, you open your palms and pinch lightly at the underside of her hoof. It gives a little under the pressure of your fingers. It’s hard to tell what method was more effective, but your hostess is giggling softly to herself so she seems to be enjoying herself. Whether it’s because you’re tickling her, or just because she’s so in control right no remains to be seen. Satisfied with your work in just a few minutes she moves her other hoof away. The sight of her hoof is replaced with a view of her face, she repositions the sugary treat in her mouth with a small slurping noise as she prepares to speak to you.

“It’s certainly an improvement, but I need you to do one more thing. To make sure my ‘training’ worked.” You groan audibly as Diamond Tiara stands up, you displeasure clearly amusing her. Her front hoof floats ominously over towards you one more time. It doesn’t stop as soon as you’d want it to and you take a subtle step back to avoid it pressing into your face.

“Kiss my hoof!” She demands. You grimace instantly at the thought. To say that you’re loath to kiss her hoof would be an understatement. Who knows where they’ve been? Her leg jerks forward into you, breaking you out of your monologue. You suppose you might as well get it over with. Defying her by not doing it doesn’t put you in any strong position, and it just gives her more reason to punish you unpleasantly later. You pucker your lips and tentatively peck the fragrant sole of her hoof.

… Momentary silence

“Hello? I told you to kiss my hoof, you gonna do it or do you need some more disciplining?” You sigh. She must’ve felt that, she’s just trying to get more out of you. You know what she wants and there’s no point in holding back. Go hard or go home you always say.

You thrust your face forward into her hoof with as much enthusiasm as you can muster. You plant kisses repeatedly on her sole. The scent of her hoof worms it’s way into your nose. It’s sweet and distinctly feminine, not unpleasant but it quickly becomes overbearing as you press your face into her sole innumerable times.  You stop after a short time, hoping she’d be satisfied. But alas, she does not budge. You wait a short time. She clears her throat loudly and moves her hoof away from you long enough to show you her face. She gives you a cursory glance, before smirking. Her tongue manoeuvres the unfortunate lollipop to one side before extending out between her lips hintingly. At this, Diamond Tiara repositions her hoof over you. You groan loudly, just tired of this and wanting to get it over with. You slowly manoeuvre your face to her hoof for hopefully the last time. Your tongue apprehensively pokes out from your maw, and you give a tentative lick to the bottom of her sole. You gag a little on the taste. It’s a sickly combination of the finest lotions this world has to offer and a thin earthen taste. You manage a few more licks before retching again. Fortunately, Diamond Tiara, who is now laughing heartily wants to see you do something else humiliating.

“Excellent work my human!”  She coos down at you with syrup in her voice. The kind of affection a child might show one of their favourite toys.

“It’s good that the training has worked, perhaps now we can get on a bit better hmm?” The gargantuan filly smiles down at you with mock sympathy. “I think you’ve improved so much, you deserve a reward!” She puts a hoof to her chin, attempting to think of a way to degrade you further. Her expression morphs from deep thought, to one of pure unbridled brilliance. It would appear the answer was right under her nose. With a wet slurp, she removes the now tiny lolly from her mouth and lowers it to your level.

“You can have a lick of my lollypop, it’s lime flavour. Mmm.” Her voice is laden with sarcasm, You turn your nose up at the offer momentarily. But suddenly, you see it. An opportunity. Up until this point there was no way you could defy her in any meaningful way. But now, was your chance. Turnabout is foul play, and Anon sure as hell doesn’t play by the rules.

You try to look as pleased as you can with your reward, and Diamond Tiara meets it with her most genuine smile of the evening. You reach out and grip the base of the sugary treat with your hands. The green sphere glistens with saliva and bears a crack or two along it’s surface. It’s big and somewhat unwieldy but by no means heavy. With her guard down, you begin your action plan. With a monumental grunt, you turn on your heels, holding the lollipop at the very base of it’s handle. Then when you have gained sufficient momentum you release and toss it like a sweet green caber. It flies for a short distance before colliding with the hardwood surface of Diamond Tiara’s headboard. It shatters loudly into a good five fragments before the stick lands on her pillow. You triumphantly turn to face your master and immediately regret doing so.

She glowers down at you with an unfathomable rage in her eyes.

“How dare you!” She shouts. “What do you have to say for yourself!? I saw improvement, I REWARDED you, for your efforts! And you have the nerve to throw it back in my face?!” You’re terrified and a part of you wants to drop to your knees and grovel. Hopefully she’ll only sit on you again and you can begin rebuilding your ‘friendship’. But for the first time in a long time, you feel so powerful. She isn’t mad because you’ve taken her treat, it was almost finished anyway. She’s furious because you’ve robbed her of the power she covets so much. You can almost see why you she likes it so much. You intend to keep defying her and push your momentum.

“Well, technically I threw it at the headboard but I can see-“ Your smack talk is violently interrupted as her hoof attempts to smother the fight out of you. It crashes down upon you like a streaking comet, pounding you into the bed. You want to scream as the hoof presses down upon you with ever increasing pressure. But all your breath has long since abandoned you. You can only wheeze and gasp feebly, flailing your limbs in a pitiful attempt to beat her off of you.  You can feel your ribs straining under the pressure, your chest might give way at any moment. The cushioned plains of the bed have likely saved your life once more. To think the hoof you were not long ago tending to was now attempting to knead you out of existence. The pressure thankfully subsides before any lasting damaged is done. She lifts her hoof off of you and sighs. She was gonna need to do something big to get her power back.

“Right, since you saw fit to destroy my treat, it only seems fair that you replace it.” She snarls down at you. She moves forward a foot to retrieve her lollipop stick. Once that object is acquired, Diamond Tiara steps back again and picks up your beaten and bruised form. You’re too tired to fight back this time. In your mind though, you’ve already won this battle. You merely watch as she puts the stick back into her mouth and contorts her face into various expressions. Satisfied, she pulls the moistened sugary stick from her mouth.  She flips you over so you’re face down on her hoof, and you soon feel a wetness permeate the back of your shirt. Then you are lifted into the air. It doesn’t take a genius to work out that she just stuck you to her lollipop stick. You try to look around, but the syrupy spit mess tugs painfully at your hair. Your stick is rotated midair and you are turned to face your captor’s colossal visage. She doesn’t taunt you anymore, she just widely opens her drooling maw.

You don’t want to stare into the cavernous abyss in front of you, but your sticky prison leaves you no choice. You are forced to observe as the numerous columns of slobber that connect the top and bottom of her mouth break under the strain of her ever widening mouth. Every surface glistening with slimy wetness. Perhaps it’s primal instinct, the fear of becoming prey to a being at this moment greater than you, perhaps it’s the smothering heat of her sweet scented breath reviving your dulled senses. But your will to fight returns. It’s too late to do any good however, all of your limbs are constrained to the lollipop stick. Your world darkens as the tip of the stick comes to rest on the centre of her tongue.

At your touch, the monstrous pink serpent comes to life beneath you. You feel it squirm as it explores your tiny form’s tantalising taste. Diamond Tiara commands the beast to rub itself up and down your form and it does so with incredible vigour. It abrades all areas of exposed skin and smothers you in the slimy enzyme soup that covers every nook and cranny of this filly’s mouth. You gag as despite your best efforts, the substance enters your mouth and floods it with an odd taste possessing sugary undertones. The cave of her mouth echoes with sounds of her pleasure. Disgusting slurping noises fill your ears and a cacophonous ‘Mmm’ rings out about you, as Diamond Tiara enjoys the taste of her human. After at least a minute of being assaulted by her fleshy tongue, your heart rings out in excitement as the stick begins to move backwards to her lips.

Much to your chagrin, her lips are pursed tightly. They easily allow the passage of the stick back outwards, but the pillow opening to her mouth has a different idea for you. Your saliva weakened shackles don’t hold up to the pressure, and her lips push you back into the mouth in front of her gums. You scream and beat on the inside of her mouth as the thought of you not getting out of this alive fills you with pure primal terror. You turn to face the squishing noises behind you, only to see her tongue rising up over the horizon of her bottom teeth. It swoops down and picks you up, bringing you to the centre of her mouth. Saliva pools onto her tongue, and it suddenly ascends, pressing you into the rough ridged roof of her mouth. You want to scream, but you can’t even breath, every time you open your mouth, secretions from Diamond Tiara’s mouth leak into yours.
The pressure ramps up as she continues to suck on you more enthusiastically. The tongue lowers, but it is by no means finished with you. It thrashes you about her maw. First it presses you face first into the soft fleshy pocket of her cheek. Then she drags you across the bumpy surface of her teeth, each one of those mighty enamel hammers strong enough to paste you into oblivion. Though you are not to be given an end so swift. You return for one last time to the centre of her mouth. She lets out a wispy sigh, very much enjoying her state of power induced ecstasy. Then, the tongue tilts upwards. You begin to effortlessly slide down the almost frictionless surface. This is not the way you want to go, you throw your limbs in any which direction, looking for anything that could stop your descent. But alas, you find nothing. The void at the back of her mouth opens to accept you with a gulping noise.

Your cries and pleas are muffled as the fleshy claustrophobic muscles of her oesophagus close in on you from all sides. Squeezing and pulsing you down to a rather sticky end. It’s not long until the bubble of saliva you were travelling in comes up against a tight sphincter. It quickly opens up to accept you as the mere food you are. You are deposited unceremoniously into a pulsating, churning room. Splashing down into a small pool of digestive fluid. The area around you booms with the otherwise quiet noises of her body. Now cacophonous at your size. The rhythmic hissing of her breathing, the thudding beats of her heart, and the squishy churning noises of the stomach chamber you stand in.

You hadn’t given up. Even as you take in your last breath of oxygen you wait with anticipation. Anticipating the moment you wake up in your warm and cozy bed. As you slip into the realm of panic and unconsciousness you’re too far gone to care when it doesn’t…

Diamond Tiara lies down on her bed. She felt absolutely incredible. Having a creature catering to her every whim, being superior to it in every and having mastery over it. These were things she enjoyed. But all of the enjoyment she got from those was eclipsed by the feelings she was experiencing now. Feeling the creature travel down her throat, squirming all the way. Experiencing the panicked movements of the tiny creature within her stomach. Ultimately fating a creature to serve as nothing more than energy for her. She simply had to experience this again.

The only obstacle she had to overcome was convincing her daddy to buy her another.