Ponk Pronks in the Bronx

contains macro, vore, graphic fatal digestion, and worst of all, ponies

13 years ago, the first and only kaiju appeared. A giant pink horse with curly hair, it sent the world into a frenzy. First at excitement over alien life, then horror when that alien life would rather use its mouth to eat than communicate.
Eat humans, that is. Alive.

Every few years, she’s appeared in your city without warning, devoured hundreds, and returned just a bit chubbier the net time. After the first few years the military gave up on stopping her and just focused on evacuation.

Why are you monologuing about this to yourself? Because you think she’s hot. No one can ever know. Your fetish probably started a few years ago, when she seemed to be especially frustrated after showing up. Long story short, she… took care of the frustration. With a bus. Full of people.

Those flanks! Firm yet chubby, jiggling with every step and spilling out when she sits. It’s almost enough to forget how they got so big in the first place. The last few minutes have been spent on your phone discussing that very thing online. No one ever checks this closet, so it’s a nice place to take a few paid breaks and/or naps.

Leaving the closet, the first thing you notice is the sirens. The building is empty, and a repeated thumping can be heard, getting louder. You run to the nearest window you can see- an office across the hall- and look out to see a wall of pink slowly getting closer.
Ok, so maybe napping in a supply closet was a bad idea. And maybe it was longer than a few minutes…
You’re snapped out of your thoughts by a humming in front of you, shaking you to your bones. You know what this means, she’s about to check the building for food. Which is to say, YOU.

Too late to run, you roll under the desk and look out through a crack as her face slowly comes into view from above. Her eyes are half-lidded in pleasure and you can see bumps forming in her cheeks. With a slight tilt of the head and a ‘gulp!’, she sends a lump down her throat directly in front of you. Looking up slightly, you see her looking in your direction suspiciously.

It’s about now you notice the sun behind her. She must have seen the light reflecting off your glasses! of all the days to run out of contacts…

Ok, don’t panic. She might not have guessed that you’re- aaaaaand she’s reaching for you.

You stumble out of your hiding place towards the door, but it’s too late. A crash behind you is followed by a hoof pressing you into the ground, and somehow sticking you to it while it pulls you out of the building. You’d wonder how that works, but you have slightly ‘bigger’ problems.

The monster is holding you above her head, eyes closed and tongue lolling out to catch you. Without any warning, the hoof releases you and you fall. Your heart catches in your throat and you flail around, but there’s nothing you can do to escape gravity.

Bouncing off the tongue takes your breath from you, and you don’t have time to recover before the tip raises and you slide back towards the mouth. You try to leap for the edge, but it’s too slippery and you only hasten your descent into the mouth.

You see a rock in front of you and catch it! Except… that’s not a rock… it’s a tooth. You’re in her mouth, doomed to be a forgotten part of a meal and a name on a memorial somewhere. The tongue retracts into the mouth and starts lapping at you. The giggles rising from her throat hint that she’s playing with her food, but what is a gently lapping to her is almost enough to break your grip. Maybe if you drop now you can make her choke? But you can’t do it, can’t give up the slim chance of escape. Is this what went through all the others’ minds as well?

Eventually she gets bored, and the tongue knocks you off and into the back of her mouth. Done playing with her food, she takes no more time in swallowing you down. Before you can react the back of the tongue raises up, cutting off the outside world, and pushes you into the throat. Once in the tube peristalsis takes over and a wave of crushing muscle sends you down.

It seems like minutes that you can’t breathe, but it’s only seconds of a slimy muscle crushing the air out of your lungs and your arms to your side. A rhythmic thumping grows louder then fades as you pass the heart, and most ominously you hear a gurgle from below. Eventually you feel hot air on your feet, and you plop out of the sphincter into hell.

There’s no light from the outside, but the stomach is filled with phones giving off just enough light to make out your surroundings. You landed on a ridge of flesh on the edge of a pool of pink-tinged acids, filled with floating clothes. The reason for the color become apparent when you see the pile of bones and partially dissolved flesh at the bottom, slowly being stripped of anything of value to fuel the organic factory around you.

Above you the sphincter opens, but closes before you have a chance to climb to it. As a cool breeze hits your face, you realize… she just swallowed air. You knew it happened, but actually experiencing it put it into perspective. She’s going to make sure you suffer through the entire process of digestion until you’re part of that pile of bones. A whimpering catches your attention, and you see others clinging to various spots of safety. Even then, that doesn’t protect them from the acids dripping from the ceiling. As you watch one of the more injured ones loses their grip on the wall and slides into the pool, thrashing before finally going still and sinking.
That’s going to be you. That’s all you have to look forward to in your short future.

As if in agreement, the walls rippled and a hole opened at the bottom of the stomach, sucking in part of the pool and a few bones. Idly, you wonder if the bones will pass undigested.

You feel the air pressure briefly increase as the stomach contracts, and the sphincter opens just long enough for some air to pass. One man who was climbing for it leaps at that moment but is too late. You know there’s no point, there’s no air in the intestines and she can swallow you back down more times than you can climb out.

Well, fuck that. If you’re going to die in here, you’re going to make the bitch hurt for it! You start clawing and kicking the walls with all your might, screaming your defiance at the pink world around you. A few others join in, but most just sit defeated.
Outside, Pinkie let out a small “hurp!” and giggled at the tickles from her belly. The struggling was always the most fun part, and she felt a small tingle between her legs. She resisted the urge to deal with it, knowing she would have plenty of opportunities later tonight… especially if Dashie takes her up on her offer! With a small skip that sent her stomach into another frenzy, she walked back to the recall zone. Flanks swaying behind her, her digestive system working overtime to turn dozens of innocent people into just another thin layer of butt fat.