Littlepip’s Accidental Meal

Littlepip accidentally swallows a micro pony as she finds a can of beans in the Equestrian Wasteland and pours it into her mouth. Will the absent-minded predator be able to find it out before her prey is digested?

Please be advised this story is 1600 words long and contains the following: POV, Fallout: Equestria setting, Littlepip pred, OC micro pony prey (the reader), oral vore, belching, gas, nasty stomach contents, open ending. Reader discretion is advised – enjoy!

All characters in this story are fictional and over the legal age of consent.

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Littlepip was walking through the Equestrian Wasteland with a grumpy face. Her Stable suit, formerly bright blue, now was covered with dirt and soaked with sweat. Her saddlebags were empty – she ate all the food she took from the stable and now was starving. Her gray furry belly was rumbling from hunger louder and louder, making her wince in a mixture of pain and discomfort.

“Come on… I knew life out of Stable was harsh, but this is beyond good and evil… there must, simply must be something edible here…” She murmured, snorting as the merciless wind was blowing dust and sand into her big eyes and making them wet from tears.

Suddenly, she noticed a burnt groceries store with a collapsed roof. She hurried up inside, since the wind was turning into storm pretty quickly. The store met her with rows of empty shelves and broken fridges. There were plenty of cans on the floor, but all of them were empty. Apparently, somepony had thoroughly looted this place before, besides an old rusty trash can in the corner of the store.

“Simply great, I’ve always dreamed to eat from trash…” She sighed gloomily.

She was not too inspired by the look of nasty smelling mush in the trash can. Luckily, her telekinesis skill was quite handy in pretty much any situation. This one wasn’t an exception – instead of dipping her hooves into the smelly mess, she used the spell to lift it all in the air and inspect closely in search of something edible.

You were an unlucky Equestrian Wasteland dweller, whose body was weirdly affected by radiation and magic pollution. It didn’t turn you in an ugly mutant like many of others, but instead it made your entire body shrink to a size of a roach. Not a radroach, but a regular one. Those used to live in these lands before the war.

On one hoof, it made your survival in the new world really hard – you were an appealing prey even to tiny critters like rats. On the other hoof, a can of beans, which was merely a snack for other ponies, for you was enough to last a whole week, if not even more. It wasn’t surprising that you preferred to use it not only as a source of food, but also as a shelter to sleep in. You woke up as your entire world tumbled over when the can was lifted in the air by Littlepip’s telekinesis, cursing as you bumped the metal walls a few times.

“Whoa, beans! That’s a nice find!” She exclaimed cheerfully, cleaning the can of the other garbage and bringing it to her snout. She took a few sniffs to make sure it was still good. “Smells quite fresh too…” She murmured, licking her lips hungrily.

The ponies didn't usually pay any attention to you - heck, they hardly noticed you, even when they were looking directly at you. This time it got you in a real trouble – starving Littlepip didn’t bother to even look what was in the can, opening her mouth wide and pouring its contents into it together with you.

Of course you tried to grab onto the corrugated walls of the can. But the tomato sauce coating them profusely made your hooves slip. You were imminently sliding closer and closer to the moist pinkish maw of the predator. Her hot, humid breath washed over you from below. More and more beans piled on top of you. You couldn’t resist the gravity for long and slipped out of the can, landing onto soft and squishy tongue of Littlepip’s. Your screams and pleas for mercy were muffled by the beans, piling on top of you. When the hungry pony closed her mouth – your hopes to be heard faded away completely.

“M-m-m, it tastes weird… weirdly good…” She murmured thoughtfully with her mouth full, chewing down the beans.

Her tongue was constantly trying to toss you onto her teeth and you had to put lots of efforts not to be crushed into shapeless mush between them like the said beans. That mush, lavishly soaked with the predator’s hot sticky saliva, was rubbed into your body from all sides by the squishy flesh of Littlepip’s tongue, gums and the roof of her maw, making your fur all messy. Some of that mush got into your mouth, nostrils and ears, making you shake your head, cough and snort all the time just to be able to breathe. Luckily, small size also made your reaction and movements faster, so you managed to stay unchewed. Although it didn’t mean you were out of trouble at all…

A minute later, Littlepip tilted her head up. Her soft tongue squeezed you and the bean mush surrounding your body against the roof of her mouth, pressing the air out of your lungs as a pathetic whine. You trembled with fear as you realized what was coming next yet could do nothing to stop that.

The dark, seemingly bottomless hole, leading to the Littlepip’s throat, widened, easily accommodating the ball of food mush with your tiny body, trapped in the middle. The fleshy walls of her esophagus started throbbing rhythmically, turning the mush ball into a lump and squeezing your body from all sides really tight, forcing you deeper and deeper into the hungry predator.

Those rhythmic pulsations felt quite bizarre yet pleasant to you, remotely reminiscent of a full-body massage. Smooth fleshy walls were flexing in undulating motions, dragging you through Littlepip’s chest. You were almost deafened by her sped up heartbeat and breathing, barely muffled by a couple of inches of the predator’s flesh. Apparently, she was really excited to have the first decent meal in a while…

But Littlepip’s gullet kept squeezing you deeper into her body until you heard another, much more ominous and disturbing sound, made by her stomach… Groaning and gurgling was eerily loud – she was starving for days, if not weeks, and it didn’t mean anything good for you. You tried to grasp the rippling esophagus walls with your hooves, but couldn’t even move your legs since they were pinned tightly to you body by the said fleshy walls. Soon, your snout started squeezing through the narrow sphincter into the final destination of your short journey…

The orifice was so tight that at first it seemed like you won’t be able to pass through it. But the bean mush, following you through the pony’s esophagus, piled on top of your body. The pressure kept growing, until finally you slipped into a much roomier fleshy chamber and plopped into the pool of caustic gastric juices, sloshing on its bottom.

You gasped and swam back to the surface, sticking your head out of the acrid fluids and coughing, trying to clean your throat and nostrils, that began to itch immediately after contacting with the said fluids. You had to find a dry spot if you didn’t want to be digested, but where? Littlepip’s stomach hadn’t seen any food for quite a while and only contents it had were slime and gastric juices…

Luckily, the same bean mush that forced you into this acidic hell now plopped in the pool in front of you, floating on the surface. You tried to get to that improvised isle of beans, but then more and more mush started pouring from the sphincter above, leading to the predator’s esophagus. You had to dodge the mush and beans, falling from above and turning relatively calm acidic pool into a stormy sea of gastric juices, bubbling and producing lots of gas, inflating the pony’s stomach like a balloon. When the food mush finally stopped falling from above and you naively thought that your troubles were over, at least temporarily, the predator belched…

Her stomach was shrinking tighter and tighter, squeezing a powerful stream of smelly gas back into Littlepip’s esophagus. That gas then erupted from her mouth, making lots of noise. Already cramped gastric sack shrank so tight that you could touch its walls with your hooves. Luckily, it wasn’t not for too long – as soon as the excess air Littlepip ingested together with her dinner was removed, her stomach returned back to its normal state, tossing you in the middle of the pool of gastric juices.

“O-ops… that wasn’t too lady-like, but… I guess no one cares about manners in this god forsaken world anyway…” Littlepip shrugged, licking her lips in satisfaction. “At least the meal was good…” She chuckled, patting her slightly swollen belly with her hoof lovingly and making its contents slosh around you again.

She trotted out of the store and continued her journey through the Equestrian Wasteland. Her belly was swaying from side to side with every step she took, and it was getting harder and harder for you to keep your head above that nasty mush of food and acids. You chose a good moment and hopped on top of the chunk of bean mush, floating around you. You shook the mush and acids off your fur and started calling for help as loud as you could.

Your hope to be heard and rescued was melting over time, just as the floating mush chunk you were sitting on. Soon, you got too exhausted from all that pointless screaming and struggling, gradually drifting asleep, not knowing for sure, if you ever wake up again…

Littlepip’s Accidental Meal

By: RedNastyFox

For: SlideV

January 4, 2022

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