The Princess's Night
By Vidofinir
 
From the high windows of Canterlot Castle, a pair of cobalt-blue eyes gazed at the regal form of Princess Celestia as her feathery wings carried her to the sky to perform her daily duty. The sun crested over the horizon, replacing Luna's night with the blinding illumination of a new day.
 
The night's princess turned from the spectacle, trotting down the castle's upper hallway towards her sleeping quarters. She sighed, her head drooping somewhat, dragging her Starry blue mane on the tiled floor. "Another day," she groaned, emphasizing the latter word, her hooves clacking as she wandered back to her room, a brief illumination of her horn opening the door without a touch.
 
"Princess Luna!" a servant called out, having just finished prepping her room for the new day. "The bed is made, a snack is laid out on the table," he points with a hoof to a plate of hay-fries and a glass of water resting on the bedside table, not one to question Luna's low-class tastes. "Everything is as you like it."
 
"Yes of course," Luna half-smiles, walking over to her bed. "Thou hast done well," she assures him, though her voice sounds none too convincing. In truth, her usual morning routine had left her restless, culminating in this mundane snack and what was sure to be a restless sleep.
 
"Is... something the matter, princess?" the earth-pony inquired, nervously glancing about the room for anything out of order, satisfied to assume that her problem wasn't with his work. Luna didn't seem to be paying much attention, lost in her own thoughts. Thoughts of restlessness, of jealousy towards her sister, of strange, unmentionable desires...
 
"Princess?" the servant chimed in, hoofing nervously at the silver pendant around his neck and gazing upon Luna with concern. "Are you--"
 
"I am well," the princess assures him, a twisted smirk crossing her muzzle. "But do tell, mister... Moonlight," she begins, barely recalling her servant's name, "what is thy task here?" She trots to her bed, climbing atop it and laying comfortably on her belly, gesturing the black-furred pony to join her.
 
The earth pony kept his distance, wary of overstepping his bounds as a mere servant. "My job is to serve you in whatever way I can, princess." Moonlight nods courteously, glancing at the plate of fries off to the side. "Can I bring you your--"
 
"There is no need," Luna chuckles, reaching out with her hooves and holding the sides of his head, brushing aside his luminous white mane and forcing the pony to gaze straight upon her blue, lustful eyes. The servant blushed intensely, visible even through his dark coat, uncertain where she was going with this. "If thou wishes to please me," the princess continues authoritatively, "thou shall place thy hooves upon the royal tongue," she smiles, the aforementioned tongue swishing briefly across her lips.
 
"I-I..." the pony stammers, wishing he could tear his gaze away from the princess's eyes. They radiated compassion and warmth as always, but beyond that lurked a strange appetite that Moonlight couldn't identify. Still, as Luna's mouth opens wide before him, he couldn't help but comply, shoving his hooves through the strands of saliva and burying them in the warmth of her oozing tongue. "W-What happens after t-this?"
 
The princess ignores his question for a moment, bringing her hooves forward toward his, guiding them ever deeper past her lips, until they poked into the small, slimy enclosure of her gullet, his face held just before hers, enough to smell her warm breath in the air before him...
 
"P-Princess!" Moonlight exclaims, wrenching backwards and breaking free from her grasp, his drool-soaked hooves dripping on the pristine floor of her bedchamber as he stumbles away. "You can't seriously mean to eat me?!"
 
Luna's gaze is sorrowful filled with disappointment. "Is it not your job to serve thy princess, Moonlight?" she asks simply, her horn glowing as she shuts the door to her room behind him, the lock clicking a moment later, sealing the two inside.
 
"Forgive me, Princess, but... m-my services don't include that," he explains, lowering his head and refusing to meet her gaze. "I would prefer to keep waiting on you as I have," he mutters, knowing the fate of food was not a pleasant one, whether a snack for royalty or not.
 
"And thou shall!" Luna proclaims, giving a fake smile of reassurance. "For all it takes is a simple memento to bring thee back from thy fate," the princess explains, her magic tearing the pendant from his neck. "Thy necklace shall remain with me," she smiles, placing the silver trinket on the table next to her uneaten snack. "As long as I hold this, thou hast no need for worry."
 
Moonlight reaches out for the stolen pendant with a hoof before slumping down submissively, nearly brought to tears. "Alright," he mumbles, sniffling and dragging himself to his hooves. "I am prepared to serve you, no matter the cost" he nods, once again standing readily before the princess.
 
Luna smiles, sincerely this time, quite pleased that Moonlight had come to his senses. Or taken leave of them, perhaps. The brief taste of the pony's body urged the princess to proceed with her meal, his taste still fresh on her tongue. Her horn glowed for a brief instant, her magic pulling forth the bedside carpet from beneath the pony's quaking hooves. Moonlight tumbles forward, nearly flopping down atop the princess as he struggles to find balance, instead winding up with his muzzle buried in Luna's salivating maw, as it opens wide to break his fall.
 
The earth pony's instinct to recoil in disgust at the moist, squishy landing are thwarted by a pair of hooves holding him firmly by the shoulders "Are you sure about th--" Moonlight's protests are cut off as the slimy muscle works its way out from beneath his chin and slurps past his own lips, drenching his face in warm slobber. The scent of the princess's breath overwhelms his nostrils, albeit not too unpleasantly, as his hooves are folded uselessly up against his sides, quickly jammed into Luna's greedy maw alongside his head.
 
Luna's tongue curls teasingly around the pony's muzzle, as if to demand silence without speaking a word, before her hooves shove the pony a little deeper, his chin sliding down the length of her slick maw-flesh before his face squeezes into the tightness of her throat, effectively rendering him speechless as his jaws are forced shut for the duration of his descent. Moonlight's mind was swimming with uncertainties as Luna took her first swallow. Nopony was meant to take the trip he was about to!
 
His heart beat anxiously as he started down the abyssal pit of the princess's gullet. Surely 'sparing him from his fate' didn't involve sparing him from digestion, he realized with a newfound wave of panic. The princess seemed to be enjoying her meal, having buried the pony up to his flank in her salivating jaws, using a steady flow of magic to levitate his rear hooves off the ground, causing Moonlight to let out a frightened squeak through his clenched jaws, expecting himself to fall forward uncontrollably, though her magic prevented too quick of a descent, as the princess was clearly intent on savoring him, her tongue bathing his chest in gooey saliva, a pleased 'Mmm' vibrating through her throat around him.
 
Contrary to her pleasure, the preyish-pony was in a state of utter fear, the walls pulsing and squeezing grossly around him, the scent of some digested snack from the previous night wafting up from her stomach and assaulting his senses. He'd have kicked his hooves in a blind panic if they weren't bound by the same magic that kept him suspended. As the spell weakened, it allowed him to slip a little deeper, as Moonlight felt the princess's tongue slurp lewdly over his groin, causing him to shudder in nervous delight. 'She's teasing me!' he thought, wishing he could feel outraged at the loss of whatever dignity he'd retained, but it just felt so--
 
Interrupting the thought, Luna took another swallow, which pressed the pony's muzzle against the tight, ringed opening to her stomach, hooves, tail, and a hint of Moonlight's flank protruding from her lips. Her tongue slid out once more, dribbling slightly as the excess saliva she produced matted Moonlight's fur and made him slick and easy to slide down. The playful tongue curled slightly around the pony's rump, eager to draw him inside as she allowed her levitation spell to fade, causing the pony's hooves to dangle limp for a moment.
 
Before Moonlight could muster a single panicked kick, however, the walls squeezed in once more with a deafening -GLURK- as his muzzle was forced into the princess's stomach, his hooves barely parting her lips at this point. Another gulp left only his tail to be slurped up as her tongue went to work on teasing his hooves and bathing them with drool. Gravity caused the pony to descend toward Luna's stomach with a painful slowness, his forehooves squishing through, followed by his shoulders. He could tell already that it would be a tight fit, as his muzzle came up against the opposing wall of flesh, though it seemed to stretch elastically to the touch.
 
Finally, a mighty gulp would be enough to send the rest of the pony to Luna's belly, the rippling walls guiding him downwards. Moonlight's face was smeared with residual slime from the stomach walls, rubbing against them as more of his body joined him within, eventually curling up in an upside down heap, his head buried against his stallionhood, rendered stiff by the princess's earlier teasing. As his disorientation faded, the environment of the princess's gut quickly slayed any arousal he might've felt, groaning as he tested the limits of entrapment, giving up as his muzzle becomes lodged in the entrance of her stomach.
 
Luna took a breath of relief, having risen to her hooves with that final swallow, her massively-bulging stomach hanging heavy beneath her. She opens her mouth to let out a rather uncouth, lengthy burp, her belly forcing out a wave of excess air, causing the walls around Moonlight to squeeze inwards a little more insistently. "Mmm, I take it thou is pleased with thy new home?" the princess asks, unable to keep a taunting hoof from poking at the wriggling bulge as she sits back on the edge of the bed, eyeing Moonlight's squirming form.
 
"I... If I must be here, then I'll--" the pony's quivering voice cuts off to allow for a terrified squeal as the stomach lets out a loud groan around him. "...I'll learn to enjoy it," Moonlight lies, wishing he could convince himself so easily.
 
"I fear thou won't find much time to adjust," the princess giggles, laying back upon the silky sheets of her bed. "Worry not, Moonlight, for thy digestion shall be swift," Luna assures him. The words brought little comfort to the frightened servant, though he had little choice but to obey his princess's whims, even those that involved a trip through her digestive tract.
 
As the first globs of acid seep in from the walls, Moonlight shivers fearfully, curling up upon himself as tight as he can as the walls gently slather his moist fur with digestive goop, immediately tingling to the touch. "I-I fear you may be right, princess," the pony mutters, "But this is just temporary... r-right, princess?"
 
Rather than replying, Luna wiggled back in bed, propping herself up comfortably against a stack of pillows, using her magic to levitate the plate of hay fries over to her, resting it on her bulging belly. She floats a small bundle of them to her lips, opening her maw and crunching down on the deliciously salty fries, chewing thoroughly until the mouthful of food becomes a formless mush, before gulping it down to join Moonlight in her churning gut.
 
The pony cringes in disgust as the mushy food squeezes in alongside him, immediately matted into his fur of his muzzle by the eagerly-squeezing walls. "Princess!" he cries out, spitting out a bit of the chewed mulch that found its way into his mouth as he struggles to stretch the walls and reorient himself once more.
 
The commotion in Luna's belly causes the plate of food to spill, her reaction not quick enough to catch it as the remaining plateful of fries scatters among her bedding. She sighs in annoyance, giving her stomach a firm patting. "Control thyself in there!" she giggles, letting out another resonating belch.
 
Moonlight cries out in dismay as the walls seem intent on crushing him, barely leaving enough room for him to exist up as he had before. The air was becoming exceedingly thin, rendering the pony's breathing shallow and sparse, the tingling spreading through his fur with greater intensity. "P-Princess... are you... sure this is what you want...?" he questions, wincing in disgust as the digestive ooze drips down his muzzle. "It's... not pleasant for me..." he pants, realizing he was stating the obvious.
 
"Thou shall serve thy princess best this way," Luna explains, a haunting voice in her mind urging her not to show sympathy. "Is that not what thou wanted?" The princess levitates the fallen plate to the table, rolling onto her side and nestling into the warmth of her blankets, nearing a need for a nap.
 
"But... what good does it do... me suffering in here..." Moonlight gasps, struggling to right himself from the sudden shift in gravity as the acids spill over him, his once-pristine, white mane matted with saliva and other gunk, tufts of fur melting away as the digestive slime seeps into his coat.
 
"It is what thy princess demands!" Luna commands harshly, a momentary lapse causing her to drift deeper into her darker half. With a surge of magic, the princess commands her body to work harder, causing a near-torrent of acids to pour into her stomach and steadily fill the enclosed space. Moonlight's ears droop as he whimpers in defeat, feeling the fluids rise up around him, lapping at his muzzle, slowly submerging him. This was it! Helpless as he was, he'd likely be finished in a matter of minutes.
 
The princess's stomach growls loudly around him, the sounds cut off to the pony as the tingly goop surpasses his ears, already having stifled his ability to breathe. More fur was easily seared off from his shiny black coat, left to thicken the slime and be sloshed against him. Luna brings a hoof to her mouth and yawns, using her magic to close the curtains over her window and blot out her sister's sun, ready to sleep off her meal. "Moonlight," she pokes at her gurgling stomach. "I will not forget thy loyalty," she assures him, glancing at the silver pendant with a twisted smirk.
 
Moonlight responded with a pitiful gurgle from beneath the acidic sludge, his body helpless against the ravages of digestion. The earth pony's mind was alight with searing pain, the modest tingling replaced with a deep-rooted burning, the princess's body eager to claim him as her own. If the grip of the walls had allowed, Moonlight would've been kicking and flailing for all he was worth, the agony of digestion replacing any loyalty he had to his devourer. Instead, the best he could manage was a frantic wiggling, twisting back and forth in the tight, slimy sac, his fur and outermost layers of flesh grinding off against the walls as he writhed in dismay.
 
Luna simply snuggled into the warmth of her bed, easing the magic that accelerated digestion, her always-prying hoof feeling the pony beginning to soften and lose form in her burbling gut. "I shall see thee tonight," the princess assures Moonlight, giving a rest from kneading and squishing him about.
 
The mercy was lost on the pony, who struggled to wiggle free of the deep, clinging pool to catch his breath, barely managing to crawl his way up the wall and take a brief inhale of the acrid, burning air before he was forced back beneath the churning muck, taking in a mouthful of oozing digestive slime instead. He struggled to tear himself free of the sludge once more, coughing and sputtering, his insides burning away as he tried to expel the acids, stumbling and losing his hoofing to sink down once more.
 
Through the pain of digestion, Moonlight retained some hope that enduring this for his princess would earn her trust and endearment. Surely she wouldn't have him suffer this pain without a fitting reward. He needed only to surrender, and get this ordeal over with - To let her stomach do its job...
 
The pony did not rise from the acids again, going limp and sinking into unconscious as he finally succumbed to his Luna's stomach, just as the princess herself similarly drifted off to a peaceful slumber that would last through the day. Within her belly, digestion continued to swiftly process Moonlight's lifeless form, the powerful churning stripping the last of the fur from his now barren coat, fizzing and melting through the vulnerable flesh beneath. Luna's stomach squeezed crushed inwards, kneading and folding the softening lump of pony meat, the sizable pool of digestive slime oozing and spilling over the rapidly diminishing remains of her obedient prey.
 
Over the coming hours, Moonlight's body would be churned and ground up into an unrecognizable slurry, blood and internals spilling into the mess of processed meat, stewing in the princess's gut. A noticeable series of snaps and crunches emanated from Luna's belly as it contracted on its contents, eagerly returning to a modest bulge as the skeletal remnants of the pony within were mercilessly destroyed.
 
The crushed pile of bones and thickly swirling mulch was all that remained of her loyal servant by mid afternoon, the entire mess ravenously sucked into the depths of Luna's digestive tract, pumped ever deeper through the dark, twisting path of her intestines, being drained of whatever her body deemed useful. Of course, even a pony with a lust for meat still had little use for it, leaving much of Moonlight's remnants to slop through to her bowels intact, merely drained of moisture as his leftovers firmed up into an impressive load of waste. Still, Luna had a few hours before the moonrise, tossing and turning restlessly at weight in her colon.
 
A half hour before she'd need to perform her duty, she slowly came-to, sprawled out on her flattened belly amidst the tangle of bedding. With a yawn, the princess rolled over in bed, knocking loose a few discarded hay fries, parting the curtains and squinting at the light shining through. The urge for relief was strong, though it would be unbecoming of any pony, much less royalty, to empty their bowels in bed, especially with nopony to clean up after her tonight.
 
The thought made Luna giggle, prompting her to toss aside the comfort of her blankets. She rose to her hooves, trotting to the door with some urgency. With a quick spell, the door was opened, Luna nearly forgetting in her haste to bring the pendant with her, tucking it into her mane as she stepped out into the hall.
 
The princess was immediately hailed by one of the royal guards. "Princess Luna!" he called out, racing eagerly towards her. Luna glanced down at her stomach, glad to see there was no proof remaining of her misdeed. "One of your servants, Moonlight, seems to have left his post," the guard explains, the princess refusing to meet his gaze, glancing past him to the freedom of the royal courtyard as seen through the open window.
 
"Yes, I had intended to speak with thee about that," Luna replied casually, trotting down the hall and waving the guard to walk with her. "If this 'Moonlight' has decided to abandon his duty, then he is not fit to serve," she proclaims coldly. "Thy shall find a suitable replacement," she commands. "With haste," she adds, "Moonlight seems to have shirked his duties today." With that, she gives a dismissive wave of her wing, trotting over to the window, deciding to bypass stairs and door entirely as she leaps forth, spreading her wings for a controlled descent, landing gently in the royal garden.
 
Upon landing, a surge of discomfort spread through the princess as she struggled to hold back Moonlight's remains. Luna glanced around anxiously, pleased to see that nopony was out and about today, save for a few guards on patrol. Hopefully they'd know better than to disturb their princess while she tended to this most embarrassing task.
 
"You've performed admirably at your duties, Moonlight. Thy final task is to revitalize the royal garden," she giggles, backing her rump against an ancient tree, her deeds obscured by well-maintained shrubbery.
 
A soft hissing sound could be heard as Luna tilted her head skyward, breathing a sigh of relief as her nethers emptied a steady stream of the pony's liquid assets, sputtering noisily into the dirt and grass. The feeling of release was sheer bliss, even as Moonlight's remains weighed heavily in her colon. The unrelenting flow gushed forth powerfully, splashing down in a quickly-growing puddle, turning the ground soggy beneath her hooves.
 
Eventually the stream slowed, the scent of the princess's royal waste permeating the air around her as the last droplets dribbled into the softened earth. With barely a moment's rest, her azure tail lifted as her rump lowered slightly to the ground, hovering above the pungent puddle. "Time for us to part ways, loyal servant," the princess grunts, as the massive load of waste stretches her plot-hole wide, a clump of brown, earthy horse manure squeezing out from her rump.
 
Luna quivers and trembles with exertion as she squeezes hard, eager to alleviate the pressure in her bowels, which now that she's started, seems incontrovertible. She gasps with pleasure as the endless mound of regal filth accumulates beneath her, a remarkable stink complimenting the bitter scent that already wrinkled her nose, a steaming warmth rising up from the load of waste and tickling the delicate fur of the princess's rear.
 
Luna's tail droops briefly into the muck as she pauses to take a breath, lifting it from the foul, clinging sludge and grunting with disgust. "I hope thy replacement does not mind getting their hooves dirty," she giggles, shuffling forward to keep clear of the soggy mess. She gives another squeeze, the remainder of Moonlight's remains emerging as little more than a bone-speckled sludge, splattering atop the rest of her leavings as it slops out from her rear.
 
The princess gazes up to the sky, her magic tearing loose a clump of leaves from the shrubbery around her hooves, wiping her plot clean. The dimming of the sun in the sky meant she'd be needed soon to raise the moon and bring forth another night. Luna emerges from the bushes, digging a hoof into the dirt to respectfully kick a little earth upon the stinking pile of horse manure, futile as it was, when something shiny fell to the ground in front of her.
 
"Moonlight's Pendant," she notices, lifting it to eye level for inspection. "What a loyal servant," she smiles fondly. "But even alicorn magic can not return those who are lost," she explains, turning to glance upon the reeking mound of Moonlight's remains, flecked with tiny fragments of fur and bone. "Goodbye, Moonlight," she smiles laying the silver trinket atop the pile of horse muck, sinking slightly beneath its own weight.
 
"I've fulfilled thy demands," Luna mutters to herself, trotting across the garden, an evil laughter echoing through her head as she breathes the fresh, evening air with a disheartened sigh, fluttering up to meet her sister atop the castle's high balcony.
 
"Sister," she grinned, nuzzling Celestia affectionately.
 
"My sister, it is strange to see you so affectionate," Celestia replies, hugging Luna warmly with a wing.
 
"Indeed," Luna agrees, the edges of her smile twisting into something more sinister. The darkest depths of her mind spoke to her once more. 'Her.' it said simply. 'She's all that stands between us, and eternal night!' her evil half teases her with the prospect of power, urging her to succumb to its will. Evidently attempting to sate this urge on a mere servant pony wouldn't silence the darkness in her heart. Luna whimpers, wrestling free from Celestia's wing, shaking the voices from her head.
 
"Are you alright?" Celestia asks, puzzled by her sibling's peculiar behavior.
 
"Y-Yes, of course," Luna claims. "Rest now, sister. As always, I-I shall guard the night." she assures her, giving a courteous nod. Celestia stares at her questioningly for a moment before nodding back, and trotting off to bed. As Luna raises her horn to the heavens to bring and end to the day, she wonders if tonight will be the night she finally loses control.
 
She wipes a glob of saliva from her muzzle, taunted by visions of Celestia's regal form bulging in her belly...