“Funny story, when I came to Manehatten the only job I could get was as a lion tamer!”

@Background Pony #EEDE
 
oh deer god

@Background Pony #EEDE  

lol

@Necroceine
 
I came here just to say that.

Looks like someone’s having a deadly premonition

Now bite down…
 
HARD.

@Background Pony #EEDE  
What a delicious happy ending. HA!
 
@Keith Mowz  
Mine too. ;D

oh my…

@Background Pony #EEDE  

Suri had thought this a clever way to disquiet the competition. Say hello, do something her foe felt disgusting, and leave them reeling in that encounter, while using the impression as a tool for future encounters. She felt it a perfect way to maintain domination over potential rivals; ponies, after all, tended to be disgusted by the taste of flesh, especially when unexpected.
 
However, Rarity was not your average mare. Long, ahem, habit had trained her to swallow at this point, something she did out of reflex. Suri, for her part, quickly realized that she’d erred, but had already lost her grip on Rarity, and was slowly sucked down the exquisite entrepreneur’s esophagus, as Rarity kept swallowing her palatable peer, if only to clear her breathing tubes. Shoulders, followed by forelegs and ribs, worked her jaw open, and the briefest taste of teat and belly-button passed her tongue before Suri’s hips thumped against Rarity’s lips.
 
By this point, Rarity was vaguely panicked - she had not expected a mouthful of mare, like this, and was more used to eating smaller fare - but her throat would not reverse gears so easily, so the fastest way out was all the way in. Quick tonguework along the orifice wetted Suri’s fur as Rarity fought to keep from choking; Suri’s head, having forced its way into her stomach, quickly took a breath and started screaming. However, Rarity had dealt with unacceptable customers before, and disregarded her dinner’s disagreements as she worked her lips over the haunches.
 
Another quick attempt at swallowing pulled at impossible forces until, with a sudden shift, Suri was dislodged from her block, and fell into the fashionista’s food-tract. Polomare’s cutie-mark vanished nigh-instantly, and her legs smoothly followed, while Rarity’s neck clearly showed the body of her buffet get betombed in her belly. Soon, hindhooves vanished past her lips, between her cheeks, and down her throat to join the rest of the Suri Polomare bolus in her bowels.
 
Rarity took a heavy gasp of air; swallowing other ponies whole was hard work, and while she’d built some resiliance to asphyxiation - corsetry had not been an easy subject, among other things - some blackness had formed on the edges of her vision. A few more breaths followed, as Suri kicked at her stomach walls that she had no room to push.
 
“Okay, that’s over. Not quite the best way to greet an old friend, Suri sweetest,” said Rarity to her sudden supper, “at least, not in public. So, let’s get you out.”
 
“Wait!” said Coco Pommel. “Don’t, please.”
 
“But my dear, she doesn’t deserve to be digested, now does she?” responded Rarity, as she pulled a antiseptic wipe from one of her bags and started cleaning a hoof.
 
“She claimed she would ‘get my name recognition’ when we first started working together, but from the start, she’s been claiming all of our best pieces as her work while blaming the worst on me!” said Coco. “She claims the fashion business is a ‘pony-eat-pony’ world, but the only pony I’ve felt was getting eaten was me!”
 
The other ponies nearby looked at each other, unnerved.
 
“Not like that!” said Coco, pointing at Rarity’s grand gut. “But I should warn you - she’d said she was scheming to steal your swatches for her own success in this competition. I’ve heard of your great skills and generosity, and was hoping that you could help me get out from the hold she had on me. Please?”
 
“Well… I could use a second assistant around the boutique. Could you show me some of your work?”
 
“Row 7, first half.”
 
Rarity’s eyes grew as big as her bulge. “Those are YOURS? Magnificent! In fact, I was hoping to get a helping hoof on working with the fabric she was after. Do you think you could help?”
 
“Assuredly!” said the peach mare. Spike stepped up, two glasses of soft drink on a platter; the two- soon to be two- mares clinked their glasses, and drank to a potentially very appealing agreement.
 
As for Suri? Well, let’s just say that, given her ruthless conduct’s reveal, she was never seen in Manehattan again.

SURI IS SANDVICH  
OM NOM NOM

@ReloggingUser  
EVERYONE benefits from THIS vore… except Suri… unless she’s a voraphile then… yeah. XD

I should be disgusted, but no. I’m just glad we’ll never have to see Suri again.

@Putinforgod  
Fuck yeah… and that there is the premise for a pretty hot Vore scenario. XD

“Rare, remind me to lend you some floss.”

Suri, did-
 
@Spyro4  
Dang…

“Now do whatever I say if you want to recover your waistline.”  
“You know, Suri? I think I like this pregnant look you gave me. I’m going to leave you there for now.”  
“Wait, that was not what you were supposed to doooo!”

@Spyro4
 
LOL
 
Suriously, though, this is pretty hilarious.

SWALLOW HER! Swallow that bitch!

“Suri,did you eat my sandwich?”
 
“I am your sandwich.”

da faq