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Warning...this chapter has not just soft vore, but open sexual content near the end involving two males, including cooking. You have even warned.

Celestia sat upon her throne in Equestria, brow furrowed as Luna sat nearby, holding up a hoof and murmuring soft words as a soft, bluish/green portal began to form from a set of candles that were now situated before the diarchs. The normally bright room became filled with a faintly exotic, darkening mist that rose up from the candles, transfiguring itself into a large portal, a two-way mirror that faintly shimmered before coming into more physical form. Now the two rulers of Equestria were looking at their beloved Elements of Harmony, who had set up similar candles in the enormous hall that was Twilight's new abode as Princess of Ponyville.

A circular table ensured all were equal, each of the girls clearly visible all at once just as the two regal sisters were, Spike backing away from the candles he'd lit as he bowed his head in deference, sitting down on Twilight's lap as she placed her hooves together, Princess Celestia taking notice of something she had not expected to see...

A HORDE of Ponyville citizens were all gathered in the hall, many of them nervously murmuring among themselves in hushed, slightly terrified tones. All of it was perfectly understandable. They were facing a force that had expressed the very real desire to eat them whole and alive. A living galaxy from the stars above that had fought their supposedly all-powerful rulers of their home to a standstill, and had only spared Equestria further violence because he'd been off trying to find his only remaining family the first time...and then the second time had been sated by evidently devouring half of the Changeling race after Queen Chrysalis had foolishly tried to grab hold of him, thinking a living galaxy that could be milked for emotion would be a banquet.

Well, it HAD been a banquet. But not for her. So they were all understandably struggling not to just burst out screaming.

"We need a plan." Twilight Sparkle spoke up. "If Chrysalis could throw her entire army at him and they didn't do anything to hold him back...I don't know if we could succeed if all of Ponyville or Canterlot or Cloudsdale joined together and just attacked outright."

"Any attempt such as that must be an absolute last resort." Princess Celestia insisted with a firm nod. "I want to make that clear. I don't want ANY of you ganging together for a desperate, futile attack on him. That sort of tactic must only be tried if nothing else succeeds." She added with a wave of a hoof. "Bluebood wanted to try it, truth be told. He came to me about this very tactic the instant he heard the Huntsman had arrived."

"He's not very smart, is he?" Twilight sighed as she shook her head back and forth. "Could you speak to him? I want him to stop sending me things, I'm NOT INTERESTED in him."

"How shallow that he only cares for you because you're an alicorn princess." Rarity said, flicking her purple hair slightly back with a "harrumph", folding her arms over her chest. "A KIDDY POOL has more depth than him...and infinitely more class."

"If it SHOULD come to a full frontal attack like that asinine aristocrat Bluebood desires, your brother is already mobilzing our army, and Princess Cadence is readying the Crystal Empire's forces." Luna spoke up with a soft bow of her head, her nightly mane flowing about her like a river as she soothingly spoke to her little ponies. "We've already explained the plan to the military forces in Cloudsdale. The Wonderbolts are go."

"Furthermore, we must ask all those with children to IMMEDIATELY relocate them out of Ponyville. The Appleloosa Army has begun setting up shelters to take them in, and-" Princess Celestia began before the cacophony of angry parents filled the air, Fluttershy covering her ears with her hooves as Rainbow Dash wheeled about.

"You can't be serious!"

"We won't abandon our children!"

"This is our home!"

"What if he attacks there!?"

"HEY!" Rainbow Dash roared out, slamming her hooves down onto the table, all of the screaming, protesting parents quickly rendered stupified and silent as she let out a loud "YEOOOW", her arm still not fully healed as she pointed at the two-way mirror portal on the table, shaking her head back and forth, rainbow mane flopping about. "Princess Celestia and Luna are trying to keep your kids safe. We can't have them here where WE'LL be taking on the Huntsman. We don't want him getting them involved! We've got to get them out of the city whilst everyone who can fight gets ready to take him on if WE fail!"

"This is a great burden to place on all of you. We understand that." Princess Celestia murmured quietly, bowing her head as she shook it slightly back and forth. "We take no joy in asking you to send your children away. However, we cannot risk them getting injured by any battle between the Elements of Harmony and the Huntsman...nor do we wish to risk him getting peckish and...and deciding to begin his meal with your children. No parent should have to bury their child." She whispered softly, her voice barely audible as the parents who'd spoken up all slightly stepped back, looking nervously about at each other as an awkward silence filled the air.

For a few moments, nobody spoke...then Twilight broke the silence, holding a hoof in the air. "What can you tell us about when you fought him a millenia ago?" She asked of the princesses, Luna and Celestia's eyes clouding slightly over with memory before Celestia smiled slightly.

"We were on our way to contend with Discord when he appeared. He was imposing...frightening...and funny."

"He had quite an...interesting sense of humor." Luna admitted. "And, as we learned, a surprising amount of honor. He laid the ground rules for us, and happily agreed that if we fell to him, he'd grant us a kindness and deal with Discord himself. He's not... inconsiderate."

"You will be able to make use of that. He was young when he met us...inexperienced. Hadn't fought with many on our level before..." Celestia added with a wave of her hoof and a slight, almost proud smile. "He was also very surprised by our ability to raise the sun and moon. It distracted him."

Luna nodded over at her sister, then turned to look upon Twilight. "He wished, we believe, to wear us down, and we sought to do the same to him. We couldn't exactly harm him with outright force, he was always prepared for that. Had his stamina not been so great, we likely would have won...and had OUR stamina not been so great, he could have had us at his mercy. You must be unconventional in how you approach him."

"Think outside the box?" Twilight wanted to know, tapping the side of her head and nodding a bit. "We can do that, trust us."

"Where is he now?" Princess Celestia inquired, raising an eyebrow up as Applejack tilted her hat at the princess with a firm nod.

"He's outside, ma'am...eatin' Zap Apples. Says he likes the tingle...reckon EVERYONE likes the tingle they give when they get down yer throat."

Indeed, the Huntsman was calmly peeling the skin off of a rainbow-branded Zap Apple, nonchalantly whistling a merry little tune as Applejack's big brother, Big Macintosh, sat by the cart he'd tugged along, now only half-full of Zap Apples as the Cosmo Sapien tossed the skinned apple into his maw and swallowed it in a single gulp. Applejack's baby sister Apple Bloom hid behind the thick legs of her crimson-furred brother, a splash of yellow hiding behind apple red as her deep red hair nervously bobbed a bit as she poked her head up from behind one such leg, her friends watching from behind the apple cart. Neither the deep orange/brown little foal Scootaloo nor the pale-coated Sweetie Belle felt the courage to get much closer. In fact, Scootaloo very much wanted to fly away...if not for the fact her wings were near useless and barely able to help her hover. Something about this being simply scared the living bejeebus out of them in a way nothing before HAD.

"Um...M-Mister...Huntsman, sir?" Apple Bloom managed to gulp out, the Huntsman lowering the apple he'd been about to eat, staring at her with his pale, icy blue eyes, slowly blinking at her. He waited a few moments as she stammered there, unable to formulate thoughts into coherent words.

"Take your time, little one." He intoned. "I've got plenty of time."

"Y-you're...um...that is...you don't...like...eat foals, do you?" She finally asked, Big Macintosh giving the Huntsman a "You'd better not answer that the wrong way or I'll personally skin you myself like you did those apples" glare.

"I've swallowed up mountains, oceans, towns and cities. Old, young, man, woman and child." The Huntsman informed her, sitting up from the bench outside of Twilight's new castle, looking down on Apple Bloom. "BUT...I prefer not to eat children." He offered. "I like children." He added, kneeling down and smiling at her with his fanged grin.

"Why do you gotta EAT people? Cantcha just...like...have a sandwich?" Apple Bloom managed to get out, the Huntsman sighing sadly as he hung his head.

"What flows through me...the energy I use in my powers, it's what my race called "tantric energy". It's the energy the spirit of living, sentient beings gives off. It's why my race has to feed on sentient beings. We living galaxies need it to not merely sustain our powers, but to help keep entropy at bay." The Huntsman explained to the young foal as she blinked stupidly in confusion.

"En...tropy? That...is that some kinda magic?"

"Close, but not quite...think of it like this. Your body needs energy or it begins to wear down. Mine requires even MORE of it than yours." The Huntsman chuckled. "You know...you've got my sister's curiosity. She was always fascinated by other beings."

Big Mac IMMEDIATELY put a hoof around Apple Bloom and glared protectively at the Huntsman. "No. Touchy." He muttered darkly.

"Relax." The Huntsman said, holding a clawed hand up, looking off to the side, chuckling a bit. "I believe a much more...satisfying meal has presented itself to me." He remarked as loud trumpets blared in the air, Big Mac, Apple Bloom, Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle whipping their heads behind them, seeing a large assembly of armored ponies flanking a thick-chested, golden-haired, blue eyed HUNK of a stallion who was trotting his way into town at the forefront of his men. Banners flowed to the side of him as the trumpets blared a jaunty, triumphant, militaristic tune, Sweetie Belle slapping her face and dragging it slightly down with her hoof.

"Oh NO, not BLUEBLOOD." She moaned just as Rarity poked her head out of the palace along with the rest of the Mane Six, Twilight especially groaning in annoyance. Was he here for what she THOUGHT he was here for, because she'd been getting presents and letters from him in the mail for the past three weeks, he'd been pestering her constantly at Canterlot and now-

"Princess!" Blueblood's highfalutin, stuck-up voice proclaimed as he spread his legs slightly wide, the Huntsman nonchalantly resting his head on one hand, clearly amused by all of this. "Tis I! Here to slay this foul beast and win your hand in one swift, bold, brave motion!"

"Oh, my. Blueblood is about to be CHIVALROUS. Well. I guess there's a first time for EVERYTHING!" Rarity wryly muttered.

"Blueblood...what the BUCK do you think you're doing?" Twilight Sparkle managed to growl out through gritted teeth, her brow furrowed as she threw her hooves in the air, still hanging slightly out of the enormous windows her palace, her and her friends bright splashes of color against the bluish/grey of her new home as Bluebood cleared his throat. "You have to get out of here, now!"

"Tis I! Tis I! Your noble, regal steed! Princess! My love! At last, you shall be freed! I'm strong and brave, and to do what none will dare! To fight with speed, and massive might and soft and bouncy HAAAAIR!" Bluebood proclaimed, standing on his hindquarters, swishing his mane through the air as it flowed like a zephyr in the breeze, several of the onlookers peeking out through other windows gasping and fainting as the Huntsman rubbed his chin.

"Hmm." He remarked with interest, Big Mac giving him a look. "What? I appreciate beauty, regardless of gender."

"Blueblood, get out of here or he'll EAT YOU ALIVE! Literally! I don't mean that as a figure of speech!" Twilight insisted fervently as the Huntsman calmly began cracking his knuckles, Big Mac sweeping up Apple Bloom and bolting away with her, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo following after, since, of course, this next part was surely not going to be suitable for children.

"Good shall always triumph over evil!" Blueblood proclaimed majestically, charging at the Huntsman, letting out a powerful roar as his horn glowed brightly, a bolt of lightning shooting around it as it shifted into an enormous lance that leveled itself at the Huntsman.

"I'm not evil, I'm just hungry." The Huntsman commented calmly, holding out a single palm, claws slightly curling as he CAUGHT the lance, lifting the now terrified Blueblood up into the air with his other hand, the electrical lance being absorbed into the Huntsman's palm as if sliding down into quicksand, the unicorn nobleman struggling uselessly to free himself from the horned, starry-bodied being's grip. The Huntsman licked his lips, holding up an apple from the cart.

"I think slightly roasted...a Zap Apple here...a fine wine sauce...yes, you'll taste positively DIVINE." The alien hunter informed Blueblood, who's blue eyes bulged in horror as the Huntsman shoved a zap apple into his mouth, his claws working their way over Blueblood's pale white regalia, cutting open the coat he was wearing over his entire body, taking off the faintly bluish/white undershirt and the royal blue bow tie he wore, taking the bow tie and tying it around Blueblood's mouth to keep the apple in. "Oh. Right..." He took notice of the terrified, disgusted ponies watching him, slinging Blueblood over his shoulder, one arm keeping his back hooves tied together, the other holding his neck down onto his shoulder. "You don't wish to see that. My apologies, you'd, ah...best stay away from the local diner I took notice of when I was inside your town for the next...say...half an hour? Forty minutes?"

"S-sure..." Applejack gulped out, mouth agape, not the ONLY one struggling to find the words to describe how incredibly bucked-up this all was as the Huntsman calmly walked past Blueblood's astonished platoon of men, stopping briefly to address them.

"I don't suppose any of you would like me to let him go?"

They all IMMEDIATELY bolted, the horns, trumpets, banners and various drums flopping uselessly to the ground like deflated balloons, Blueblood begininning to bawl as the Huntsman slightly shrugged, continuing his way into the town as Twilight gulped nervously, slowly turning around and facing her friends and the other denizens of Ponyville.

"Um...can't we try and help him?" Fluttershy spoke up. "I mean...we can't just leave him to be EATEN."

"What can we do? Remember, if we all just charge at him outright..." Applejack mumbled, shaking her head back and forth.

"I wanted him to learn some MANNERS, not...I mean...what are we supposed to do? How can we fight something that can shrug off a bolt of LIGHTNING so...EASILY?" Rarity whispered out to the others, her face filled with pure fear.

"I... think...the best we can do is to come up with some ideas for how to deal with the Huntsman whilst he's...preoccupied..." Princess Twilight Sparkle muttered nervously, Rainbow Dash looking down at her still sore arm, cringing a bit as she rubbed it. Suddenly that injury and what her friends had endured at the train crash just a day ago seemed so...petty...compared to what Blueblood was going to go through.

They needed a plan.

And fast.

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... "MWA-HA-HA-HA-HA!" Queen Chrysalis cackled as she sat atop the enormous black carapace of the Changeling Army's newest attempt to take down the Elements of Harmony, acquire a food source for her race and then march on Canterlot. The beetle-esque, quadruple-winged "Black Battalion Bug", a true marvel of Changeling design. Crafted out of a mixture of donated Changeling shells, skin and chitin, melded together with the specialized cocooning liquid her species used to imprison prey and leech off emotions from, the Triple B was making its way towards Ponyville, several hordes of Changeling troops standing atop the flat carapace at the crest of the Triple B. "With this, I will crush Equestria beneath my hooves!"

"We're only a half a mile away from Ponyville, your majesty!" The chief scout proclaimed as his holey hooves held up a set of binoculars for his deep red eyes to peer through. The average Changeling didn't have eye shades rarer than the primary colors of the rainbow...unlike Chrysalis, who's eyes were a vibrant green and alit with delight as she eagerly licked her lips, anticipating a wonderful feast. "And it seems utterly deserted! We believe they're all inside that castle!"

"We have them CORNERED, then. Move the ship in closer, steady as she goes." Chrysalis insisted, turning about to address her horde, her long, slick, oily hair falling about her face as she slightly brushed a lock to the side. "Now, my Little Changelings, listen well. This will be a small test of your abilities to move in conjunction with the Black Battalion Bug. It can handle most forms of magic, rocks and tree trunks just bounce off of it...it will rain down destruction as you provide ground assaults and sweep through-"

"My Liege!" The scout cried out, eyes bugging out from his binoculars. "The-there's a...a MONSTER in the middle of the town! He's got Prince Blueblood of Canterlot slung over his shoulder! He looks like some...some kind of freakish MINOTAUR but he has no hooves and...and his body's all made of stars! He's looking right AT us!"

"Hellooooo." The Huntsman mused, raising a nonexistent eyebrow up as he beheld the black blob in the sky making its way towards the town, with him moments from entering Ponyville Diner. "What's this? I recognize that scent..."

"Noooo...nooooooooo..." Queen Chrysalis gulped, quickly shoving the scout to the side and holding the binoculars up, peering through and gaping in horror as a cold, dark chill shot through her skinny frame. "It's...it's HIM! SCUTTLE! SCUTTLE!"

"I don''t think he has a ship to chase after us with, do you mean turn it around, the ship's not fast enough to do quick turns and revers-" The scout began to say as Chrysalis grabbed hold of him and shook him back and forth like a ragdoll.

"Scuttle the SHIP, I mean! It'll save us some time and a THOUSAND cooked alive Changelings!" She shrieked, all of the changelings IMMEDIATELY ripping the ship to pieces, entire chunks being quickly ripped off. Sure enough, within a few minutes of IMPRESSIVE destruction, screeching, tearing and howling in fear, the entire ship promptly plummeted towards the ground with a mighty crash of thunder, the Changelings taking off in the opposite direction of the Huntsman as he tilted his head slightly to the side, slightly confused...and slightly disappointed. He'd never gotten the chance to see if Chrysalis had tasted better than her soldiers. There'd been so little meat on them. Too crunchy...

"Ah, well. You'll do nicely, stallion." He informed Blueblood, entering the diner and making his way into the kitchen, setting the nobleman down on the enormous rectangular cooking table. Cosmo Sapien then carefully leaned down, fanged mouth leaning in, whispering into Blueblood's ear as the noble twitched and shivered in pure fear, his blood turned to icewater in his veins as the Huntsman spoke, his ethereal voice speaking softly, almost comfortingly.

"I'm giving you a choice. Cooking you alive would be agonizing. I can make this painless for you in exchange for your absolute utter submission. You will not struggle. You will not resist. You won't fight back or try to break free. Submit...and your final hours will be pleasant and comforting." The Huntsman cooed, his clawed hands carefully stroking down Blueblood's back, petting him. "Such a beautiful specimen...deserves to be treated gently. Will you give in utterly to me? Submit your body UTTERLY?"

Blueblood couldn't speak, the Zap Apple still in his mouth, his tears flowing freely down his cheeks as he nodded, whimpering a bit, knowing he was powerless to resist, the Huntsman tenderly patting his head. "Good." He murmured. "Don't worry. I always, always keep my word..." He said, Blueblood feeling the Huntsman's claws carefully lift him up and he was turned around, the holding him tight to his chest. One hand held the stallion's head against his breast so the Stallion could faintly hear the alien hunter's heart beating, the other gently resting it upon Blueblood's rear, easing it down, Blueblood feeling something pushing against his rear...

Blueblood shuddered as it slid in, and out, in and out, smooth, calm, careful. The Huntsman was being true to his word...it wasn't painful, and within a few minutes, a thick, warm warmth began to spread up through the stallion's rear, a warm haze filling his body as the Huntsman let out a soft hiss, more of the liquid filling Blueblood up as he breathed deep into the stallion's neck, his breath hot and heavy.

"My father taught me to be as merciful to my prey as possible...that doing this allows a powerful aphrodisiac to flood into their bodies. It assists with...my meals. This kindness may mean little to most of my kind, but my family knew it meant everything to our prey. They deserve better...which is what you'll receive." He informed Blueblood quietly, his seed flowing freely into Blueblood's body before, at last, he slid it out. With a slow, careful "PLOP" it removed itself from Blueblood's rear and the Huntsman could see the former noble's face was alit with ectasy, eyes half-glazed, murmuring softly in delight as the Huntsman carried him over to the table and laid him down, turning to the nearby oven. It was a good thing it was so large...

"I want you to understand this. You're not dying needlessly." The Huntsman added with a soft nod of his horned head, patting Blueblood's head with his hands. "Every bit of you will be tenderly recycled, broken down into raw materials that will help the many worlds within me. You'll ensure fine harvests of crops, providing nutrients for the plants. Your genetic material will disseminate and help seed other worlds within me. Your intelligence will be added to my own. Even your spirit will join me...you'll see through my eyes, feel what I do. Take comfort in that, Blueblood." The Huntsman gently requested before he placed the nobleman inside the oven.

With a SCHOOMP, the door closed, and Blueblood was sealed away within the intense, blazing heat that was slowly, but painlessly, cooking him alive. He wasn't sure how, but...the Huntsman had been right. He'd kept his word, the process didn't hurt a bit, his fur reddening, his awareness slowly fading into nothingness. Within a few minutes, he was now a delightfully cooked golden brown color, and it was time to give him the proper dressing. The Huntsman nonchalantly preparing his meal, carefully inserting a large carrot into Blueblood's rear, a rather impressive rump indeed, which was now well-accented with his somewhat crisped-up and still curled tail. The black hooves of his feet were barely visible nestled beneath the two sizable globes of the propped up behind, his calves tucked neatly beneath his hams, and Blueblood's legs were nicely spread open wide to give a good look at them from multiple angles. The large, ripe rainbow-colored apple was still held in his protruding mouth, thick, juicy flesh, perfectly marbled with a faint layer of muscles and not that much fat at all...

The Huntsman licked his lips, eager to dine, lifting the cooked stallion up, jaws opening wide as he began to swallow the former nobleman whole. It was just as delightful as he'd hoped...the species was still very, VERY delicious. He'd managed to enjoy a few who'd foolishly attacked him before meeting with Celestia and Luna, and they were still creamy and juicy, these stallions. This one especially had a lovely vanilla flavor to him, more and more of his cooked body finding it's way down the Huntsman's gullet.

Eventually he sat down in the diner's main dining area, resting his claws upon his belly, a look of superiority on his face as he leisurely stroked it in a circular fashion, a nice bulge clearly visible. "Thank you." He said to his gut where Blueblood's cooked form was now digesting. "Truly...thank you." The ponies here were indeed wonderful, absolutely delightful meals. He hoped they'd prove to be far better challenges than Blueblood had, though...he preferred to work for his supper.