A Bounty To Collect (Comm)
 
 
There was a rustling in the overgrown vegetation as the group made their way through the forest, following slowly the path their ranger was showing them.
 
"She's passed through here last night," Brooke Woodhand, the elvish ranger explained to her fellow party members. "The tracks are rather fresh and no doubt were made when she returned to her hiding place after raiding the nearby village."
 
"She has been far too careless!" Tanya, the towering barbarian grinned. "We'll catch her by the horns and she won't even see us coming!"
 
"Let's not get cocky, Tanya," Edereth Grailmist, the paladin, warned her friend. "It could possibly be a trap, although I've been praying to the Goddess to protect us from the pitfalls of this slave of the Evil One."
 
"I fear the Goddess might have more urgent matters holding her attention," Helena the artificer said, adjusting her glasses. "So I'd rather rely on the equipment we've brought with us."
 
"You shouldn't underestimate the will of the gods, Helena," Lenore Ivycroft, the mage, playfully scolded her colleague. "They already put you in a low family, who knows what else they could do?"
 
The artificer simply ignored this last comment.
 
The party of female adventurers progressed through the forest, guiding their horses instead of mounting them to avoid making too much noise and alerting their prey. Each had their own fears and expectations, besides being anxious to fight.
 
Edereth Grailmist, the blonde, rosy-cheeked paladin, was frequently the glue holding the whole group together. Originally a very religious housewife, she had received training as a paladin and gone out on adventures to support her large family after losing her husband. Her clothes were a mix between an angelic tunic and shining silver armor and her massive motherly tits were constantly threatening to burst out of it.
 
Brooke Woodhand was an elf and a ranger, with pointy ears and green hair which she wore in a ponytail. She was silent and serious, only speaking when necessary and doing her part in the missions with the utmost discretion. She wore simple browning clothes that made her blend easily with the trees, although enemies were often alerted of her presence by the clapping of her gigantic asscheeks.
 
Tanya, the tall, buff and tanned barbarian was by far the most physically impressive member of the party as far as strength was concerned, easily able to crush boulders with her incredibly thick thighs. With short brown hair and more than a few scars, she was a lover of food and drink who could love and hate with intensity.
 
Helena was the short, nerdy artificer, with her red hair and freckles and large glasses. Quite lazy, she had a bit more of chub than her friends, which was reflected on her incredibly fat tits, covered by her simple, humble clothes. She had come from a poor family but had managed to study in one of the best academies in the land due to her talent and dedication.
 
Lenore Ivycroft was the mage with ivory white skin and curly, raven black hair. Coming from a noble and proud family, Lenore didn't see her fellow party members as equals, but rather treating them as her underlings. This had created a lot of strife between her and both Tanya and Helena, but nowadays they just ignored her haughty demeanor. Her body was as impressive as her colleagues' though, for her breasts were massive and her hips were incredibly wide while her waist was thin, giving the mage an obscene guitar-shaped body covered by a skimpy blue outfit.
 
They were out on a very important bounty hunting mission, for it was the tracks of the infamous half-demon outlaw, Markath the Glutton they were after. The criminal had been turning several kingdoms upside down, leaving trails of steaming mounds of manure in her wake. When she decided to add important blue-blooded ladies to her body count, ruining several political marriages that could have united nations and stopped wars, the bounty on her head skyrocketed and she became the most sought-after criminal in the world.
 
The girls were only one of multiple parties that had tried their hands at catching the Glutton, but they were perhaps the most successful ones thus far. Many adventurers had met their fates as Markath's dinner, but Edereth and her friends had managed to put the half-demon's back against the wall with their caution and willpower.
 
Truth was, they all needed the money badly. The paladin for her family, the barbarian for her drinking and partying, the artificer for her studies and the mage to pay off her family's growing debts which threatened to bring shame to their ancient glory. The ranger was the only one that hadn't shared what she intended to do with her part of the money if they did catch the criminal though, but her colleagues theorized that she had a secret sweetheart, a human, whom the elf intended to marry.
 
Anyway, they had managed to follow the outlaw to a small village and its nearby woods, where they quickly learned that Markath had been surviving on kidnapped women from the village. The mayor's daughter had been the most recent catch, and that was as great an excuse as any to finally attack the criminal.
 
The tracks they were following led to a clearing where a humble but large house was located. Tying their horses to nearby trees, they silently approached the dwelling.
 
"This is the forester's house, located in the very heart of the forest," Brooke whispered an explanation to her friends while picking up a wanted poster for Markath. A large, busty horned woman grinned back at the elf, showing her sharp teeth. "The half-demon must have made this place her hideout, it's perfect for her needs since the villagers don't come here due to it having the fame of being haunted."
 
Helena made her way towards a small wooden toilet that stood near the house and opened the door, groaning and closing it again.
 
"Here's the mayor's daughter, although not half as pretty as she used to be. Fuck, he won't pay us extra now..."
 
"We must act quickly," Edereth said. "The demon cannot be allowed to escape now that we've got her cornered."
 
"Let's go then," Tanya said, pointing to the door of the forester's house. "I'll go in first and you can watch as I put the criminal to her knees!"
 
"Don't rush into it, Tanya," Brooke warned the barbarian. "I'll sneak in first, my stealth abilities will make me able to check our surroundings without alerting her."
 
The rest of the party didn't have the courage to tell the elf that her dump truck ass made her a very poor spy, although Lenore tried to say it but had her mouth covered by Helena, so they accepted it. As silently as it was possible for a group of busty, fat-assed women, some wearing armor, they walked to the house, slowly opened the door and made their way inside, Brooke first.
 
Soon, the silence of the desolate forest was broken by shouting and the sounds of furniture being thrown around and broken, besides regular crashes and tell-tale signs of intense conflict.
 
 
𝙂𝙐𝙇𝙋!
 
 
"Brooke!" There was a loud gulping sound, then Tanya's voice screaming in surprise, adding angrily: "You vermin! I'll make you pay!"
 
 
𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙍𝙋!
 
 
"Let's pull Tanya's legs, we can't lose her as well!" Edereth's voice was heard.
 
"A little help here, Lenore?" Helena shouted. "LENORE?!"
 
 
𝙂𝙐𝙇𝙋! 𝙂𝙐𝙇𝙋!
 
 
"Helena!" The paladin screamed, despair in her voice. "Fiend! I'll take your head now!"
 
 
𝙂𝙐𝙇𝙋!
 
 
"Aaargh!" A new, deep voice was heard, sighing tiredly. "What the hell do they put in those bounty hunters nowadays?! I never ate this much meat, I think I'll be sick! Hey, what's up with you?!"
 
 
𝙂𝙐𝙇𝙋!
 
 
Then, there was silence once again, the forest and the house were still. After some seconds though, said silence was most rudely broken.
 
 
𝘽𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙍𝙋!
 
 
A thunderous, satisfied belch of triumph echoed through the woods, shaking the very walls of the forester's house. Then, the door was opened again and a huge soft orb was pressed through the aperture, its pale surface writhing from internal pressure and rumbling loudly, and then it was followed by a voluptuous woman who was shockingly conjoined to this grotesque, bloated object.
 
"Phew, that took some effort, but was definitely worth it~" Lenore Ivycroft smiled smugly, patting her gigantic stuffed belly.
 
There came an angry roar from inside and a large-bodied figure shifted her position inside the fleshy prison, trying to push the walls away uselessly. Even more muffled came a series of protests in several desperate voices.
 
"Using those idiots as meat shields really was a perfect idea. Once again I have surprised myself with my own brilliance, ohohohoho!" The blue-blooded mage laughed heartily. "Now I'll have the bounty all to myself!"
 
Carrying her massive, heavy belly without much difficulty due to the spell of weightlessness she had cast on it, she fred her companions' horses from the trees they were tied to. The other women wouldn't need them anymore and Lenore was not cruel to the point of leaving the animals to their own fate in the desolate forest. She could sell them, but she put away that thought quickly, for she was no low merchant to waste her time selling steeds to poor, dirty travelers.
 
Mounting her own horse was a battle all in itself. She tried to get on its back normally but found that her belly limited her legs' movements terribly. So she changed her strategy, first raising her heavy gut with magic and placing it on the animal's back, then got the rest of her body up its back. The horse neighed in protest, almost falling to its knees under the massive weight of the rider. Still, the woman shouted at it and sank her heels into its flanks, forcing the beast to commence walking towards the forest path leading back to the village.
 
The animal moved slowly, its legs trembling as it snorted under the Herculean effort of carrying the mage. Her belly was weighing on its neck, forcing the scandalized animal to look down. The horse was quite understandably unhappy by this use, but Lenore didn't really notice or care.
 
"What weak minions you all are, being so easily eaten by this criminal! I'm so disappointed with you!" There came more muffled protests from the belly inside her own belly, and the mage laughed again. "Brooke's ass alone was probably already stretching the half-demon's stomach beyond usual, but she had to also eat the others...why, you alone, Helena, could have fed her for a month, you fatty! And Tanya, for such a strong warrior, you were dominated quite easily! Edereth shouldn't have grabbed your legs after all, it only meant two meals with a single gulp for the criminal! Gods, you were all SO pathetic! Ohohohoho!"
 
The loud stomach noises and outrageous, haughty laughs were not easy on the poor animal carrying the mage either and it was becoming unsure if it'd even be able to reach the village.
 
"At least you served your purpose of distracting the outlaw while I prepared my superior magic, so you weren't COMPLETE failures. Still, your loss won't be relevant to the guild, your fat bodies will be a welcome addition to my beautiful, delicate figure. Isn't it great, being part of the world's greatest, sexiest mage?~"
 
There was an angry growl from the stuffed half-demon inside her, followed by a loud, painful belch.
 
"How vile! You have no 𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙍𝙋! manners!" The blue-blooded brunette smacked her gut as she spoke, accidentally forcing out a gas bubble of her own. "Behave yourself!"
 
This was becoming too much for the poor horse. The weight, the laugh, the belching, it was no way to treat a humble and faithful animal that had been taken to so many dangerous places without ever complaining! Truth was, the horse's patience with the busty rider had reached its limit.
 
"Don't you girls worry, I won't hide your noble sacrifice when I go collect my bounty and whoever wants to pay their respects to you, can worship my body! OhohohohOH!" Lenore was interrupted when the horse shook her off its back.
 
She fell to the forest ground on her own back, pressed under the weight of her overgrown belly. When she recuperated from the shock, she looked angrily at her steed, who also stared at herself with an expression that was far from happy.
 
"You stupid, dirty animal!" The furious mage berated the horse. "You lazy, filthy beast! What do you think you're doing?! You're supposed to carry me!"
 
Only now the horse became aware of how hungry it was. It had been forced to walk all they long, and earlier when a chance to stop and eat had finally appeared, it was forced to go into another pointless journey. All that effort carrying the mage's fat ass only worked its appetite even more. It eyed the noblewoman: those plump tits overflowing from her clothes, those pillowy thighs which were thicker than its neck, those fertility goddess' hips, that meaty belly...
 
The horse neighed, rising to its hind legs like a warhorse about to ride into battle, it rushed towards the now screaming mage and with its mouth open, gobbled up her legs feet first.
 
"You brute! Let go of me!" She punched the horse, but it only made the animal angrier towards her. It began swallowing faster. "I-I'm sorry! Let's be friends from now on, o-okay? I'll give you a sweet, delicious apple if you release me and I'm quite sure it'll taste ten times better than me!"
 
The animal was quite unsympathetic towards Lenore, especially now that it had tasted her sculpture-like pale body and found out that it was quite to its taste. It raised its head and swallowed the woman up to her waist, the horse's mouth and throat stretching like a snake's to start receiving the wide hips and massive belly of its prey.
 
"I-I thought horses were herbivores! You shouldn't eat a person, you'll have terrible indigestion!" She tried to argue with the hungry animal as if one could convince a horse by threats of stomachaches.
 
The horse had now swallowed the greater part of the woman's belly and was effortlessly sending the rest of it down to reach her round, giant breasts. They also became easy food for the equine devourer, being forcefully squeezed into the animal's tight esophagus like two giant marshmallows which could offer no resistance and soon only Lenore's curly-haired head and soft white arms were sticking out of its mouth.
 
"Wait until daddy finds out about what you did to me, you monster!" The mage cried, teary-eyed, before being completely sucked down, being reduced to a meaty bulge traveling inside an animal's body.
 
When the revolted mage was completely deposited inside its stomach, the horse snorted satisfied. She had been a delicious and feeling meal, and already the horse felt much more motivated to return to civilization. It turned out that carrying Lenore inside its stomach instead of on its back was surprisingly more agreeable to the overworked steed!
 
 
𝘽𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙍𝙋!
 
 
A loud, powerful belch shook the earth and made the forest tremble as the horse released some of the internal pressure of its stomach. Soon enough, its squirming prey began being covered by gastric juices, as no doubt her bounty and her bounty's own meals were being covered.
 
The mage's ex-partners could hardly understand what was taking place and they already had enough problems inside the merciless gut of the half-demon outlaw, but Markath was furious by the fact that the lucky human who managed to eat her had been devoured by a simple horse. If her friends could see her now, how they would laugh! But then again, Markath ate all of her friends long ago, so at least there was nobody close to her to sneer at how shameful her end would be.
 
Digestion began and Lenore cried out for help, but there was nobody to save her from her fate as horse chow. There was only the long trip back to the village, where the animal would have a lot of time to process all the fat, delicious meat inside of it...
 
 
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When the horse arrived at the village, his stomach was bloated with a thick soup. It released a greasy, meaty belch and the boiling, bubbling soup began to be quickly pumped into its bowels with a cacophony of strange noises. Soon, this process reached its natural conclusion and the horse had to go to a corner to relieve the heavy its intestines were carrying.
 
Once this tiring business was done with, the much heftier horse decided to lazily go to the village's stables, where the stablehand, a blonde, freckled tomboy, had treated it well when the horse had first reached the village. She instantly smiled when she saw the horse arrive, and it licked her hand friendly as she went to pat its head.
 
"Oh, you're back! Where are all your friends? Where is your rider? Why, you've really gotten plump since the last time I saw you! Did they feed you well, boy?" The horse neighed happily as if to confirm the stablehand's theory. "I see! I was going to give you a nice, big apple, but you're definitely not hungry right now!"
 
The tomboish blonde laughed, then was approached by her boss. He was suddenly shocked and said:
 
"By the gods, what have you been giving to the horses?! This one's as fat as a cow!"
 
"I didn't feed it anything, it came back like this. Must have had its fill of grass on the fields, didn't you, boy?"
 
The horse neighed again, wagging its tail like a content dog.
 
"Anyway, there's some devilish prank going on, I'll tell you that," The man said, explaining. "Something took a huge dump near the apothecary's, there's a giant mound of manure there and the only clue we have of where it came from were pieces of a blue, expensive cloth we found on it!"
 
"This here beauty came from that direction, maybe he's seen what done it," The stablehand theorized, then turning her attention to the horse, patted it again and asked: "Have you seen the culprit, boy?"
 
The animal neighed innocently.