Discord's Belly

Story by Tristan Hawthorne on SoFurry

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A commission for honorablethief featuring his pony along with my own and circutron's getting gobbled up by Discord

Adult because vore, but no dicks or anything.

Discord belongs to Hasbro

Huckleberry Tart belongs to HT (who belongs to Discord)

Cocoa Icing belongs to Circutron

Cinnamon Fritter belongs to me


Huckleberry Tart was an exceptionally round pony. The grey pegasus' belly swayed and wobbled dangerously close to the ground when he walked on average, though when he was on the job it sometimes would drag along without help.

He was a freelance food critic, and every few weeks he would make his critique of a restaurant by eating every single item on that restaurant's menu in one sitting. If it weren't for the unicorn who took dictation for him, most places he'd be too full to even lift off the ground with his wings. Even when he could fly, he reminded one of a bumblebee more than of a pony.

On this particular day he was just happily sitting in a park in Ponyville, leaned against the base of a tree, his fore hooves slowly stroking and squishing into the many layers of fat. His cutie mark, a sandwich with a bite taken out of it, was for his propensity to eat. He had yet to come across something he couldn't push past his jaws and add to the belly he loved so much.

He was about to.

"Huckleberry Tart, eh?" A low, playful voice sounded from above the Pegasus.

The grey pony tilted his head back, but his heavy mane stayed in front of his face.

Discord waved his eagle claw down at the pony, "It's a sweet name. I wonder if the rest of you is as sweet."

Huckleberry opened his mouth to speak, but found a lionine digit shushing him.

The draconequus slithered down the tree and into a loose coil around the pegasus pony. Appraisingly, his paw and claw moved to start rubbing and kneading over the pronounced curve of the pony belly he had found, "You know, if anypony loved me as much as you love your belly, I'd never be starved for love. Provided I could eat love. But then I'd be a changeling. Poor example, my fault..."

Huckleberry blushed, squirming a bit, and softly said, "L-Lord Discord, I..."

Discord perked up, "Oh my, have the Princesses gone and made me landed gentry?" His paw and claw continued their intricate pattern of kneading and stroking as his coils picked up the slack gradually. "I do hope I get some interesting lands."

The pegasus pony let out a soft groan, "Y-you're very good at that, sir..."

The draconequus smiled down at the rotund pony as he kneaded, "Of course. Now, your enjoyment of belly rubs has reminded me that I've never had one." He leaned in close, "A belly that is. Of course I've been rubbed all over. " He leaned back to show off his elongated form, currently looped around the Pegasus a few times. "See? I'm all tubular and smooth and predictable. But if I had a nice gut for a change, that would shake things up. And give my paw something to do when I'm not allowed to snap my fingers..."

"I could recommend a restaurant for you, milord..." Huckleberry said dreamily, "I know them all."

"Oh no, a regular restaurant would never do. Far too slow." Discord chuckled, his snout getting very close to the pegasus pony's own, "Besides, I have a perfectly good Tart right here..."

Huckleberry's cheeks shone red through his grey fur, where they could be seen with the state of his mane. "Milord?"

"You never answered my question before," Discord cooed, his paw and claw kneading a bit firmer, before sliding down to grasp the pony's waist, "Do you taste as sweet as your name?"

Before he knew what was happening, Discord had lifted the pegasus pony off the ground and twisted his head from being close to the grey pony's chubby cheeks to his soft rounded hind hooves. Huckleberry tried to squirm, but soft cotton twine materialized, binding his hind legs together and his forelegs up under his wings.

"There. Strung up like a turkey." Discord grinned, "Anyway, I don't think you'd object to being my belly for a while..."

"L-Lord Discord!" Huckleberry quivered, his wings straining against the bindings, his blush practically glowing now.

"Not another word, my delectable Tart," The draconequus cooed, and ran his long tongue over the bound hooves before his muzzle, "though feel free to squirm, and moan out my name as much as you like." He teased, his tail tip flicking over his muzzle to remove his large snaggle tooth, before lunging forward, taking the chubby hind legs all the way into his throat in one fluid motion.

The pony whickered in surprise, his tail thrashing a bit as he continued to squirm, but the warmth enveloping his hind legs was so smooth and snug. It was hard to care that his fur was getting soaked in rivulets of drool from an ancient nigh-deity, or even that he was being eaten. The blush on his cheeks might indicate that precisely that he was being eaten was why he didn't mind the other things. The gastronome whuffled, wriggling as his plump hips vanished into the draconequus.

Discord's kneading paw and claw curved around to push up on the rotund belly, gently compressing the mass into the waiting jaws as the muscular contractions beyond worked to drag the pegasus pony deeper. Once fully past the spread jaws, he let the belly decompress, and his throat bulged out greatly.

Huckleberry panted heavily, writhing as he sank deeper and deeper into the welcoming warmth of the chaos spirit; unable to see where he was going, just looking out at Ponyville, which seemed indifferent to what was happening to him. He gasped softly as his belly decompressed only to be met with the rippling massage of peristalsis, and cried out, "D-discord!"

Discord chuckled, unencumbered by the pegasus in his throat, "good tart." He swallowed firmly, dragging the bound pony backward, till his chin was resting on the soft long tongue, just on the far side of his lower row of teeth. Slickly, the draconequus slotted his snaggle tooth back into place, completing the view for Huckleberry to take in through his increasingly moist manestyle.

The pegasus pony whickered and squirmed, his body visibly writhed about in Discord's long throat. From the outside it looked as though the Pegasus were merely pinned to the long body of the draconequus and had his fur died to match, so much the throat conformed to him, and how odd Discord's throat was, seeming to be on the outside of his main structure rather than inside. Huckleberry had one last view of ponyville, of Discord's jaws from the inside as ponies went about their business, before finally the draconequus closed his jaws and swallowed.

The detailed bulge of the pegasus slid down quickly, as Discord stood up on his hind legs, the length of his body reducing now that he was no longer coiling about. The form of the pony inside him slid between his forelegs, then down between his hind legs, before bouncing back up, leaving Huckleberry resting at what would be a belly height. He hmmed, and patted the bulge of the fat pony inside him appraisingly, "You know, I thought you'd be bigger on me." He rubbed over the gut of his captive inside, kneading with claw and paw once more.

Inside, Huckleberry moaned softly, writhing as his belly was once more worked over, feeling the warmth all around him cling and hold him. He felt strangely safe inside the chaos being, in the dark wet depths, conformed to by every surface. Then, seemingly out of nowhere, his belly complained with a low, empty gurgle. "L-Lord Discord...?"

The draconequus had heard the belly's cry of distress, and smirked, "Oh, I know. I'll get you something sweet, then you'll be an even bigger belly for me." He started to walk, swaying playfully, feeling the pony inside sway and move with him as his lion paw continued to knead and rub indulgently.

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Cinnamon Fritter was Huckleberry Tart's secretary, taking dictation and typing up drafts for the critic. He was also easily teased by the hefty pony, and rather weak to a well-formed belly. Thus when the spirit of chaos and disharmony walked into the cafe where he was having lunch, his eyes went straight to the round, slightly jiggling belly, which had faint bulges above and below it, but the unicorn couldn't tell what they were.

At first he thought the draconequus would order some food, or possibly plates, but instead Discord made a bee line for Cinnamon Fritter's table.

"My my my, this is a nice place. Just the place to find a sweet treat." Discord smiled at the unicorn, his lion paw continuously stroking and rubbing at his oddly shaped belly.

Cinnamon looked quite surprised as Discord sat down opposite him, his belly on its own raising up to be taller than the unicorn was seated. He had to crane his neck back far to meet Discord's eyes.

The unmatched pupils captivated the unicorn, as the draconequus spoke again, "Tell me, little Fritter, do you like your employer?"

The brown unicorn blinked. "My employer, my Lord?"

Discord found himself grinning at the honorific, "Huckleberry Tart."

"Oh..." Cinnamon blushed a bit, "I... well, yes. He is a good pony to work for."

"Even when he does this?" Discord was suddenly on the same side of the table as Cinnamon, and pressed his belly directly against the unicorn.

Blushing deeper, Cinnamon pushed at the belly with his hooves to get his face away from the softness, "M-My Lord?"

"Did he tease you about how easily you'd fit inside?" Discord whispered into the unicorn's ear, having bent down and around. "Because you would. I could just snatch you up, and you would sink down my long throat, and fall right into my belly, and be mine..." he licked along the blushing pony's neck.

Cinnamon Fritter whuffled, "And... it would be safe?" He asked softly.

"I promise I will take good care of you, my sweet Fritter..." The draconequus curled his tongue further around the unicorn, then his jaws parted, revealing a slick, rippling darkness beyond. His eagle claw gently detached his snaggle tooth from his upper jaw, and the belly let out a low rumble, "Ooh... my belly's calling for you, listen..."

The unicorn listened, and he perked as he heard a voice echo along that open passage before him, "C'mere, Cinna,"

"Huck?" Cinna gasped, looking into Discord's eyes.

The draconequus just winked, and lunged forward, slurping over the tasty unicorn treat.

Cinnamon squirmed and moaned, blushing deeply as his head and shoulders dove into the throat he was oogling moments before, feeling his hips all the way to the spirit's lips.

Discord mmmmmed and slathered his long tongue over this catch's cutie marks. Most of his body was slender, like the draconequus expected from unicorns, but his hips and thighs were absolutely succulent. Not quite nearly as large as Huck's had been, but compared to the rest of the unicorn's body...

Cinna kicked his hind legs about in the air, his tail flicking about as his flanks were tasted over. The unicorn heard another low, empty belly groan before gravity seemed to reverse itself, and his hips joined him in the rippling throat.

The spirit of chaos and disharmony closed his jaws a moment later, swallowing firmly, his eagle claw tracing the progress of the unicorn down to meet his belly.

Cinnamon writhed softly as he slipped deeper and deeper, before he found himself in a kiss, stopped for the moment. He mmmphed and blushed.

The kissing lips soon parted, and he found himself being pressed from one throat to another. This one was thankfully much shorter, and his head pressed into a stomach chamber before his hips had reached the internal lips.

Discord mmmed softly, rubbing both paw and claw over his belly once more, as the bulge of Huck inside visibly made swallowing motions to work more of the unicorn from Discord's throat into his belly.

Cinna had to curl around as his hips slipped in past the internal jaws, and he was doubly swallowed, it seemed.

Huck quietly rumbled, licking his lips. He could no longer feel his legs, or his tail, but that didn't matter. He only needed his mouth and belly for his Master, Discord. He murmured happily, "Gotcha, Cinna..."

Discord smirked, patting his belly and standing up to admire its added heft, "hmm... could do with a bit more..." He put some coins down to cover Cinna's bill and walked out of the cafe, his belly gurgling happily as it swayed in front of him, and nopony was the wiser.

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Cocoa Icing was a confectioner. He knew Huckleberry Tart quite well, mostly because he shared some of the same indulgences, but also because the pegasus had reviewed his chocolates many times.

The earth pony prided himself in making rich, quality chocolate without the use of magic, and had grown soft around the middle and rear from all his sampling of his own wares.

The front door of the shop opened not with the normal ring of the bell above the door, but with a call from a kookaburra.

Cocoa turned around, brow furrowed, and stared.

Standing in his shop was Discord.

Adorning Discord's middle was a round, soft looking belly that sagged gently, causing it to fall slightly between his hind legs.

Cocoa looked confused, before shaking it off, "Hello, sir. Do you need any help making a selection?"

Discord smirked, "Oh, no, I've already done that." He walked over to the counter the earth pony was behind, "And such a selection it is."

"And what would you like, sir?" Cocoa found himself blushing at the way Discord was looking at him. He couldn't look away from the draconequus' eyes.

"You of course, Cocoa." His eyes seemed to get deeper, and then were overtaken by a wave of concentric circles of many colors working through his eyes.

Cocoa gasped, but he couldn't look away, and the colored patterns started to assert themselves on his own eyes. "Yes, of course, my Lord... How would you like me prepared?"

Discord licked his lips, "On a silver platter, cascaded in your richest molten fudge."

Cocoa nodded eagerly, and ran into his workroom to prepare.

Discord sat down in the shop, kneading over his belly as it let out an empty, eager gurgle. "shhh, dessert's almost here."

"Your order is ready, my Lord!" Cocoa called from the workroom.

The draconequus chuckled and slinked through the door at the back of the shop, his belly passing the threshold first. On the work counter was a silver platter, as requested, with Cocoa posed lying on his back, with rivulets of chocolate fudge all over his body. "Well, aren't you the icing on the cake?" He teased, and walked over to the platter, picking it up.

"Enjoy your treat, my Lord..." Cocoa quivered happily.

Discord smiled, and raised the platter over his head, gaping his jaws wide.

Cocoa panted in anticipation, before gasping as he was falling. The earth pony didn't fall long, and Discord slammed his jaws shut, his cheeks all bulged out. Cocoa squirmed about inside the maw, his hooves or face occasionally showing on his round, distended cheeks. Inside, the long tongue tasted over the chocolate covered pony, stripping away the fudge in slow, slick grinds of flesh against fur.

Discord mmmmed softly, savoring his treat in his mouth like this for a while, tossing the silver platter aside. But sooner than he expected, there was no more chocolate to draw out from the pony's fur. His belly growled insistently, and he patted it, tilting his head back.

Cocoa moaned, a bit lost in sensory overload from his experience so far, but he felt the chamber tilting, and then the tongue twisted him around and brought his head to a snug ring at the bottom of the maw.

Discord swallowed firmly, and the ball of pony in his jaws became a pony bulge diving from his throat toward his round belly. This time he felt over the bulge travelling down with his lion paw, flicking the tip of his tail.

The earth pony felt an odd pressure on his muzzle for a moment, and in his addled state it might have been a kiss, before he continued on, directly into an open space. He fell right into the belly, and outside, the whole round, soft gut jiggled from the impact of the pudgy pony landing inside, bulging with the added weight and size.

Discord walked back out into the shop, patting his gut, and looked over his reflection in a mirror behind one of the displays. He stroked over his belly with his eagle claw, reaching under it and bouncing it a few times, before he turned for a side angle, stroking down to the base of his cloven leg. "You know, maybe I need more junk in the trunk. I've got enough of a gut."

Cocoa felt the walls compress around him, and he moaned, happily writhing as the slick surfaces all kneaded and pressed on him, starting to tingle pleasantly. He was starting to lose track of where he ended and where all the wonderful juices in the belly began, the writhing and pressing at the slick walls around him, feeling them stretch tautly.

The draconequus grinned a bit, "After all, chocolate goes right to my hips." He pressed on his gut with his lion paw firmly, as it gurgled a bit louder, the pony inside's form softening and growing less distinct with every moment.

The earth pony burbled a bit, feeling weak, as the juices around him were rising up, or maybe they were him, and he was sinking into himself. He couldn't be sure. He just let out one last moan, before a low gurgle indicated he was fully dissolved.

Discord kneaded his sloshing, gurgling belly, and then pressed down on it with both claw and paw. As he did so, his belly started to shrink, and his legs re-oriented, the place where each met his formerly tubular body converging, until his thighs touched one another. Then the thighs started to swell, and get heavier, especially at the point where they met each other and his tail's base.

When there was no more fluid in his belly to absorb up, Discord had formed himself up a nice, ample rump to work with, turning all the way around and looking over his shoulder, raising his tail, "Oh yes, very nice. I should have done this ages ago." He reached back and swatted his scaled rumpcheek, causing both to jiggle alluringly. Inside he could feel a wave of pleasure from Cocoa, where he now resided.

Discord grinned, "Such a perfect ass, Cocoa." He rubbed his rump again, before looking to his belly, "And I'm glad you two are getting on so well. I was worried how Cinna would fare on top." He chuckled to himself, feeling the layer of soft, warm fat that coated the gut, indeed layered over Huck's new form, the base fat, and the gut itself. Huck gurgled emptily.

The draconequus smirked, "Well, now. Seems like I've left you all empty. We can't have that. Not when there's this whole town of ponies right at my clawtips." He licked his lips, looking out into Ponyville.