She could hear something moving, the sound of rustling leaves, as something stalked her. Velvet’s heart was in her mouth as she scanned all around her like an alarmed deer, unable to find the progenitor of the soft sounds in the underbrush. In a way the black unicorn cursed her luck, she had escaped raiders just to get lost in this thicket of long dead grass. the remains of a public park now overgrown and dead, the plants a grotty brown as they were flash dried by the balefire bombing that had destroyed Equestria. Even now her cautious hoof steps kicked up small clouds of dust, a mixture of ash and dirt, that left a foul taste on the tongue as one drew breath.

Normally the wildlife of the wasteland was not an issue, she was a unicorn after all, and a zap of her magic would normally be sufficient to deter any gaggle of bloat sprites or other such abominations the balefire did manifest upon this once peaceful land. Unfortunately, this gift had been stripped from her when the raiders had injected her with some sort of magical sedative, an old-world relic that stopped unicorns misfiring their horns during surgery, and now she was as magically challenged as your average earth pony.

This sudden helplessness made worse as she had none of her stuff, her prized saddle bags ripped from her back and now no doubt lying in a pile of loot in the raiders lair she had fled from. Velvet wished Calamity or Pip were here, but they had gotten separated during the escape, leaving her without her friends to act as a crutch. this hadn’t been so bad at first, they agreed where to meet back up, and Velvet had been making good progress to the rendezvous point, well that was until she had heard a branch break and she was frozen in this problematic situation she now found herself in.

The sounds were odd, something unseen was circling her like a shark, a periodic rattle like that of a foal’s toy ringing out from different angles only adding to the ambiance of dread. The noise was unnerving as Velvet scanned the golden grass, unable to find the creature making the ruckus, before a slight motion caught her eye. The grass was moving, parting in the wake of something that was folding it down under its girth as it glided over the tinder dry plants. For a moment Velvet could not comprehend what she was looking at, it was as if the air was rippling like water disturbed by a pebble, something skirting over the mud-coloured vegetation, a hovering mirage was the only way she could describe it. the ghost seemed to know she was looking at it, as it went to ground and she was then unable to see its shaky silhouette, the mare now relying on the falling foliage to work out the location of the moving outline. Then she lost sight of it, her ears and eyes darting to relocate the creature, as she urged her body not to flee. This was harder said than done as the noise grew gradually closer, seemingly from every angle as if the animal was playing with her, before petering off into and uncomfortable stillness.

Velvet had the sense to know she was being hunted, the sudden silence making her eyes focus on the last spot she had detected motion. The creature clearly using active camo to stealth itself so it might more easily predate its hapless pony prey. Velvet’s breathing growing faster as a light breeze caused the scorched grass to rustle, a panic growing in her, before she heard a crack and she swang to her right to face the sound. She saw a flash of green, a pair of floating lights and then she felt the impact as she was knocked from her hooves and forced onto her back from the unseen blow.

The air was forced from her lungs, Velvet cringing, her muzzle crinkling up as she let out a staggered and very much pained exhale. Velvet’s eyes going wide as the distorted shape suddenly glimmered and suddenly became opaque, as the glass like veneer that the creature was using to conceal itself fell and she was muzzle to muzzle with a snarling timber stalker.

In an instant the crystalline shape became solid, leaving Velvet a few seconds to take in the appearance of her attacker. It was long, serpentine and slender, its skin like bark, the tones of tanned scaly flesh like tortoise shell, as the melted colours blended together in hues like muddy emulsion. The timber stalkers legs were like branches, roughly carved and cobbled together like a crude nutcracker. Its face was a bark mask mounting a pair of leaves as its ears, the most eye-catching feature though was a pair of piercing emerald eyes that glowed with the embers of a dying world. Its rattlesnake tail bobbing in her peripheral vision like a bulrush as it ticked away in a sound of smug satisfaction.

Velvet’s horn tried to hum to life, instinct kicking in as her mind willed to swat this reptilian lapdog off her. The reflex firing blank as the sedative remained strong and she could do nothing but cringe in fear as the timber stalker snarled atop of her. The splinter like teeth coming close, leaving Velvet to let out little more than a stifled whimper as she heard a moist snap and she flinched. Her eyes like shutters as the brash motion caused them to close instinctively, her only thought was she was about to feel sharp teeth seal around her neck and a harsh crunch as she was relegated to little more than fodder for this mutated canid. This was not to be, as the morphology of this wasteland wanderer was more honed for taking its meals whole, and it was well experienced in converting ponies into short term speedbumps in its midsection. The stalker just opening its mouth and moving forward as it began its all to efficient ingestion process.

The clammy crackle of parting saliva, and in an instant Velvet felt a humid darkness encase her face like a mud mask. The sudden dampness kick-started Velvet wriggling, her legs pushing back, but it did nothing as with a squeaky pop her snout nuzzled its way to the throat flaps and her svelte muzzle slotted into the waiting gullet. The timber stalker was a bastardization of nature, a combination of snake and timber wolf, the addition of serpentine DNA perfectly honing the creature to take this worming unicorn mare as a meal. And do this was exactly what it did as it overpowered Velvet’s puny frame and shunted its lips down her body in a series of powerful swallows.

The timber stalker rapidly shovelling Velvet down its gullet, the strained maw dancing over her curvaceous figure with barely a chance to taste the liquorice fur. Her forelegs folding flat to her sides as they were bundled up and cast to the throat with her heaving barrel, her motions doing nothing to phase the timber stalker that just continued to glug away at her. Her forehooves fidgeting as their range of motion grew less and less with every grasping gulp until the twitching frogs were lost to the cavernous maw as they careened past the throat flaps.

Velvet was powerless as she felt her hind hooves leave the ground, her rump waggling with ineffectual bucks as gravity shifted perspective. The timber stalker raising its head skywards, not to observe the dreary heavens but instead to use gravity to skid its lively meal to the growling stomach that was more than willing to accommodate her juicy flesh. the sudden effect of the earths pull causing Velvet to slide forward, her nose pressing against the stomach sphincter, that eased over her face like a latex seal. The tight bagel of clenching muscle folding her ears even tighter to her skull, distorting the sounds of gulping and heavy breathing as Velvet began to hyperventilate as she was devoured whole and alive. The uncaring force of gravity helping her slide into her new home with minimum effort, the greased throat offering little friction as Velvet slid gently downwards into the dark compressing cave.

The tight throat squeezing over her in peristaltic waves that held a mechanical rhythm. The beating surges of undulating oesophagus crushing down on her like she was wearing a living corset, stifling each of her already haggard breaths. These gasps for air soon turned to gags as her nose slotted into the tart stomach and the caustic and stale air began to burn her nose hairs. The stench of decay and bile thick, the pervading perfume enough to make Velvet’s spine shudder as the urge to retch overcame her sensibilities. The caustic cologne too much, and it did little but increase the desperation of her erratic thrusting of blind firing resistance.

She could see nothing, just feeling the tactile groping of the claustrophobic darkness. Velvet tried to light her horn, but she got nothing, as she could muster no resistance and had to cringe as her face was dunked in the pooling broth that was filling the stomach ready to reduce her to her base components. A backwash going down her nose, as she was caught in the splash zone and the sour soup hit her palate like a bombardier beetle. For a second her stomach contents almost joined her as an ingredient in the gut soup, but she regained her faculties for just a moment so she was not reunited with what she had had for dinner.

The commotion of rough skin gracing her hips as the gaping jaws began to inch over the meaty mountains of jiggling flesh. The gorge that was Velvet’s arse-crack clapping as the buttocks were forced together, closing the curtains to conceal a quaint quim and a frantically winking asshole that was going off like Morse code as if that might flag down someone to help Velvet out of her peptide-soaked predicament. The knighting gale cutiemarks sinking past the drool-soaked lips, black fur turned oily by drool and with a sucking squelch the mares plush plot was claimed, and she was nothing but a kicking pair of legs and a flustered tail peaking from a yawning maw.

With the flapping of gums and a few audible swallows these limbs shrank until just a squirming pair of frogs and a white tuft of tail remained like a once proud flag, signalling Velvets capitulation as lunch for this superior organism. The frogs fidgeting one last time before oozing past the lips and being transformed into a pair of dull bulges that seeped down the throat at an almost leisurely pace. The profuse wriggling little more than slight twitches as the tight gastric tract held Velvet snuggly as she danced down to the stomach.

For Velvet she was soaking and overheating, the core body temperature of the timber stalker making her feel as if she had been dumped in a sauna. The digestive fluids stinging Velvet’s soft skin as she was bundled up in the corrugated stomach that stretched into a tight but flexible space to accommodate a large lump of mare meat. With her eyes misting over from the nipping enzymes of the gut, Velvet began to writhe, her body unable to settle as the kneading stomach washed over her as a hot electrolyte bath that she was forced to wallow in. the only position she could maintain was a fetal bulge, forelegs slotted in-between her hinds in a balled-up mess. Velvet’s fur was matted, her anus itching, plentiful tears flowing down her face, the sagging sensations leaving the unicorn little more than a pitiful wretch that looked half drowned, as she began to moan in anguish.

It was as if she was being bitten by ants, her tender skin itching like she had frolicked in stinging nettles, the epidermis being whittled away by the unrelenting compressions of the stuffed gut. From the outside her form was highlighted in a dull protrusion in the lean body of the stalker, leaving little to the imagination as it rocked back and forth as Velvet tried to fight her way out of the boiling broth. Velvet’s hysteria escalating as the air grew ever staler, adrenalin coursing through her system and suddenly her horn sprang to life.

Her mind on escape she tried to blink out of this nightmare, the twinkle of magic as she suddenly felt weightless and with a flash, she was…. Right back in the stomach. Velvet’s spell teleporting the timber stalker a few feet to the right, much to its surprise as it had never experienced the stimuli of unplanned movement. it had no way to react as it began to zap around the field, flashes of light as it moved in a haphazard and erratic pattern, as Velvet fruitily tried to poof her way out of the digestive cauldron that was giving her an intimate full body hug. The cast spell getting more and more clumsy as Velvet grew lightheaded as she was rapidly running out of breathable atmosphere.

The twinkle of magic and the smell of copper filling the air as Velvet blinked the timber stalker erratically, the movements growing more and more extreme as she grew lucid, unable to focus. Her mind unable to compute that she was too tightly bound to the timber stalker to flicker out of it, and instead she thought the sedative was still in effect and she was misfiring. She had no way of knowing that she was teleporting the creature with her, as her entire world was the tight stomach sack that was constricting over her as it tried to work her into meatloaf.

The motions making the stalker seasick, as the demented aftershocks of its body poofing around greatly unsettling it, to such an extent that it might disgorge its crackling treat. The stalker was about to burp up the air and end its meals fight, when it found its self-falling. The unicorn within it blinking the hapless creature far into the air, so now it was rapidly reaching terminal velocity as it freefell to earth like a mutated meteorite. A look of fear flooding onto the steely face of the hardened predator, as it began to frantically beat its bulbous belly to try and get the unicorn to cast the blink spell, so they didn’t share a fate as a red splat on the cement like desiccated ground. Within the stalker Velvet felt her stomach roll from a sudden fall almost like a rollercoaster, before a hard paw slapped her in the face and she tried to make her horn glow to life as her magic was clearly doing something, renewing her hope her spell might discomfort the beast into hacking her up. The Stalker had no such hopes however, as its radioactive eyes closed well it involuntarily stealthed on reflex as it believed it was about to be made roadkill. The stalkers body bracing for impact as it knew it was about to hit the earth like a drunken Pegasus might a glass window, but a moment before impact, again it blinked and it found itself shivering on the warm sun blasted ground.

The timber stalker opening its eyes slowly, as it realised it was still alive, and its muscles untensed in relief, before it let out a voiding burp as it emptied its stomach of any remaining air and let Velvet have her suffocating death rattle as she asphyxiated. The mare suddenly unable to breathe, her hooves scraping slick stomach schizophrenically, magic unable to conjure anything as she drowned in the choking pillow of the stomach wall. The flesh pushing onto her face like a chloroform rag, trying to grant a sleep she would never awake from, and with a spasm of her right leg, Velvet’s eyes rolled back as she slumped forward and yielded to the stomach.

Panting as it felt its meal give a few spasticated twitches before going still, the timber stalker paused for a moment, half expecting its troublesome dinner to pull a final trick from her fidgeting sleeves. A sudden kick from a misfiring nerve echoing down Velvet’s left foreleg causing the timber stalker to flinch as it half expected to have another flying experience. The gritted teeth passing after a few moments, and the stalker simply mulling the aftertaste of its dinner, before slinking off to its lair to sleep off this weighty portion.

The stalker wobbling back to its den, legs bowed due to the girth of the mare shaped bump suspended from its abdomen. The gurgles and groans of digestion loud, as the urge to sleep crept into the stalker’s brain to roost, as even now its stomach was flooded with all manner of acrid agents, urging it to prioritise its biological means to helping it sluice this well-formed bundle of nutrients that was now set hard with rigor mortis in its stuffed stomach. The sensation such a fog clouding the stalker’s mind that no sooner was it in its burrow did it collapse on its belly bed and let sleep take it. the creature lost in the rapture of the dreamlands in a matter of seconds as the snaps, cracks and hissing pops of a mare turned meatball filled its lair. Its gut rapidly losing shape and smoothing out into little more than an oblong bulge as the unicorn form within it was no longer discernible as the horse meat was turned into a thick curry like slurry that was being syphoned off into the winding bowels.

The timber stalker sleeping well, the food coma terminal as all its functions were prioritised in reducing Velvet into scat and fat. The stalkers velvety bowels screening everything with proficient vigilance, taking most of the pony’s biomass, and leaving just a lingering residue of her former body to lurk as a chocolaty mass in the creature’s lower bowel. The snake biology disciplined and relentless, a combination fuelled by the mammalian endothermic systems it had used to metabolise Velvet in a matter of hours. This unusual pairing showing its potential as Velvet’s tender form was made short work of by the overbearing biology of a bioengineered monstrosity.

By the time the stalker awoke in the morning, there was no sign it had swallowed a pony at all, its belly not even showing a hint of pudge. The Stalker groggily getting to its feet and then slinking from its burrow. Its head peeking from the threshold of its safe space, as its ears flickering as it listened for possible threats and finding none, it made its exit. The creature taking a few steps on its padded paws and giving a retch as it tried to void its stomach of any lingering grisly bits that still lingered in its gastric chamber. The hardier components of its dinner that lacked any nutritional value easily segregated as its body new better than to waste time by continuing to baste them in its corroding cauldron. A solid mass in its gut shifting just like with every pony it had claimed and with a gagging hack and a splat like a sponge on concrete a concise pellet of greasy hair and acid pitted bones landed before it. the mass steaming white wisps as it rapidly cooled, leaving a black and white mass of ruined hair with a red and yellow sprinkled in clumps across its grotty surface, like colourful trimmings. Stray stomach juices seeping out of the pellet, as it began to dehydrate in the glaring glow of a low morning sun. This technicolour mess soon setting hard as it became a prismatic burial cairn that would be the grave marker for the mortal remains of a unicorn who had transitioned from person to adipose.

The stalker paying it no more mind as it scuttled off to find more food, its gut already yearning for more as its hunger was insatiable. At some point the stalker would have to make a deposit of the hefty mass sitting in its rectum, but that could wait for now as the urge to relive itself was interrupted when it had heard a sound. The creature not sure of the nature of the commotion, its ears swivelling as it tried to focus on the nature of the noise.

“Velvet!?” came the boisterous call as it repeated itself, the yelling a female voice, sounding slightly hoarse no doubt from repeating the same name until her throat was raw. At this revelation, the timber stalker arched its back and flexing its legs, and it stealthed, it had found breakfast….


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Commission I got from  MagnificentArsehole and I feel they did an outstanding job, and I am very impressed.

I had a had an idea for a story, but realizing that FoE and timber stalkers especially are quite rare in vore I decided to get a comic done. with the comic completed I proceed to write a fun story to go with it so I hope you guys enjoy this little project :)

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