...Butterscotch was back on Eris's belly an instant later. No ceremony, no magic poof, nothing at all. It was easy to lose track of reality and think it was all just a dream. At least for a moment, before the déjà vu set in again.

He felt the familiar sensations of smooth and polished bird-scale on his needy erection. He blushed as he usually did when she touched his “peace keeper”, which was what she called it to tease him. He squirmed and averted his eyes as he remembered where it was.

Eris chuckled at him, as she usually did, with her thumb held over his rigid shaft. She squeezed it rather deliberately in front of him, her heavy and full belly squished under the weight of her little pony toy.

“Feel yourself digesting in there~?” Eris asked as her stomach gurgled loudly, as though on cue.

Butterscotch couldn’t tell if he felt it or not. He knew what it was like to melt away inside that big, chaotic belly. He knew exactly what it was like to be rendered into padding on Eris’s wonderful body. But was he feeling it now, or just remembering? Or...was it both?

The sensory overload kept him from replying. He whined and started grinding his hips forward into her soft pudge. He was so desperate for a climax, he forgot his cock was in Eris’s hand.

She brought her face towards him and smiled, her expression gentle with deceptively kind eyes. Especially for a woman making a point to separate Butterscotch from his favorite plaything.

“...Feel like taking another trip?” she asked with a voice sweet enough to bait anyone in.

Butterscotch just whimpered, remembering what happens next. He was unable to tell if he was paralyzed with dread or anticipation.

Butterscotch squeaked when he felt that wonderful tongue snake around his shaft before Eris pulled it into her maw. His hips bucked reflexively into his squishy bed, even knowing he couldn’t stimulate himself anymore. He couldn’t help himself from looking back to watch his pink cock head disappear between her lips, followed by inch after agonizing inch of his shaft, then his balls.

Butterscotch moaned out in his squeaky way as she swallowed his set in front of him, making him watch the outline of his precious member as it made its way down her long, snaking throat. He felt his cock get pulled through each and every inch of Eris's soft esophageal passage as it slid down.

He felt his parts splash down in a big, open space seconds before he was able to reach climax. Then, he felt the tingling of her juices. Then, nothing.

Eris just opened her mouth and beamed at him as she watched him shudder and spasm on her belly, so close to the edge that she hadn’t let him hit once.

Now came the fun part.

Eris leaned right against her little pony’s snout, and nuzzled it before pecking his lips. Then, she opened her maw wide in a way only the Lady of Chaos could. She engulfed his head, then his chest, and worked her way down his body in loud, wet gulps.

Butterscotch’s body kept up its shivering and spasming as he made his way down Eris’s impossible throat. The warmth and dampness of her insides hugged him tighter than any pony could, and brought him closer to her than he would have thought possible before this all started. Whenever it started.

Eventually he dropped into the same space he assumed his stiff dick had dropped into earlier. Butterscotch panted, whined, and moaned as the fluids tickled his body. It tingled and teased every inch of him, except the parts she’d already eaten. His brain shut down as all feelings became indistinguishable, blurring into a mind-shattering sensation.

He could just barely make out the feeling of some weight pushing down on the belly he was laying in, followed by some muffled vibrations, but he couldn’t care anymore. Suddenly, all was black...

Short story by the magnificent  GrayDaze

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