Littlepip’s Accidental Meal

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Please be advised the story 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 featured within this story are fictional and above 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 got from the stable and now was starving. Her grey 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 was plenty of cans on the floor, but all of them were empty – someone 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, being 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, and 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 rad roach, but a regular one, which lived in these lands before the war. On one hand, it made your survival in the new world really hard – any rat could prey on you now. On the other hand, a can 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 from your entire world rolling over as the can was lifted in the air by Littlepip’s spell, cursing as you bumped the metal walls a few times. “Woah, beans! That’s a nice catch!” She exclaimed cheerfully, cleaning the can of the other garbage and bringing it to her snout, making a few sniffs to make sure it was still good. “Smells quite fresh too…” She murmured, licking her lips hungrily. Usually, ponies didn’t pay any attention to you – hell, they had troubles to notice you even when they stared straightly onto 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 her gaping maw. With you included.

Of course, you tried to grasp on those corrugated walls of the can, but bean sauce, lavishly covering them, made your legs slip off them, closer and closer to the moist pinkish maw of the predator. Her hot humid breath was washing you from below, while more and more beans piled on top of you, until finally you couldn’t resist that pressure anymore and slipped out of the can, landing onto soft and squishy tongue of Littlepip’s. Your screams and begs for mercy were muffled by the beans, piling on top of you, and when the hungry pone 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 pred’s hot sticky saliva, was rubbed into her body from all the sides by the squishy flesh of her 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 to be able to breathe. Luckily, small size also made your reaction and movements faster, so you managed to stay unchewed, not that it helped you much though…

A minute later, she tilted her head up. Her soft squishy tongue squeezed you and the bean mush, surrounding your body, against the roof of her maw, pressing the air out of your lungs as a pathetic whine – you couldn’t do absolutely anything to stop what was coming next… The dark, seemingly bottomless hole, leading to the pone’s throat, widened, easily accommodating the ball of food mush with your tiny body, trapped in its middle. The fleshy walls of her esophagus started throbbing rhythmically, turning the mush ball into a lump and squeezing your body from all the sides really tight, forcing you deeper and deeper into the hungry predator. Those rhythmic pulsations gave you quite bizarre yet pleasant sensations, remotely reminding a full body massage. Smooth fleshy walls were flexing in wave-like motions, dragging you through Littlepip’s chest, right next to her heart and lungs, almost deafening you with the loud sounds of her heartbeat and breath, until you got squeezed even lower and heard another, much more ominous and disturbing sound, made by her stomach… Groaning and gurgling was eerily loud – the pone 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 sphincter 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 esophagus, piled on top of your body, increasing the pressure until finally you slipped into much roomier fleshy chamber, plopping into the pool of caustic gastric juices, sloshing on its bottom. You gasped and swam back to the surface, sticking your head out from the acrid fluids and coughing, trying to clean your throat and nostrils, which were slightly burning almost immediately after contacting with the said fluids. You had to find a dry spot if you didn’t want to get 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 which forced you into this acidic hell, now plopped in the pool in front of you itself, 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 pred’s esophagus. You had to dodge from mush and beans, falling from above and turning relatively calm acidic pool into stormy sea of gastric juices, bubbling and producing lots of gas, inflating the pone’s stomach like a balloon. When the food mush finally stopped falling from above and you thought that your troubles were finally over, at least temporarily, the pred belched…

Her stomach was shrinking tighter and tighter, squeezing out a powerful stream of smelly gas, erupting from her mouth and making lots of noise. Already cramped gastric sack shrank so tight that you could touch its walls with your hooves, not for too long though, since as soon as excessive air was removed, Littlepip’s 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 world anymore anyway…” Littlepip shrugged, licking her lips in satisfaction. “At least the meal was good…” She chuckled, patting her slightly swollen belly lovingly and making its contents slosh around you again before getting out of the store and continuing her journey through the Equestrian Wasteland. Her belly was swaying from side to side with every step she made, 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. Desperately. 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 at all…

Littlepip’s Accidental Meal

By: RedNastyFox

For: SlideV

January 4, 2022