“Geez…. How did you become a basketball player?”

Mused Purple Vine, as she took a moment to intimately inspect the jiggling flanks of the well-endowed equine currently half inhaled by her ravenous tail. The partially ingested pony letting out a muffled yelp, as Vine’s groping hand sank into her thicc treat’s round rump with a succulent squish. The stifled squeal followed by a jerking squirm, as her female food attempted to pull away from the curious caress that had just rudely cupped a feel of her round rear, causing the bubbly buttocks to buck and bob with an almost hypnotic wriggle. Vine responding by tightening her grip against the buttery bum, as her hand sank into the temptingly peachy tush like a plush clay.

The supple squeeze writhing against her touch like a chubby clay, as just from a cursory glance it was clear that this doughy derrière was curvy enough to turn any pair of panties into a thong. Vine feeling her hand sinking into the blubbery buns in her grasp, as the pudgy posterior offered all the resistance of a melting dollop of velvety chocolate.  The intrigued predator casually admiring the ample arse on show, as it had been a while since she had slurped such a plump plot down her vermiform tail.  This much marbled mare meat simply exquisite, as Vine casually molested the curvaceous chevaline that would soon be bleating in her belly.

Not like her quivering prey had much say in the matter, as with her struggling snack suspended, all it would take was for Vine to tilt her tail skywards, to relegate the mare to a sexy swelling sliding towards her stomach. The mare’s twitching fuss going unheeded, as with her shapely upper body little more than a busty bulge worming ineffectually against the tight membrane of firm muscle that had enveloped her, it was safe to say this heavy helping of fidgeting feminine fodder was well past the point of having an opinion. Vine’s hands tracing over the lewd lump the mare’s buxom boobs made, as the peristaltic pressure sensually smooshed them together, even if the additional compression did little to detract from the gargantuan globes' gorgeous contours.

Every jubbly little detail of her Junoesque figure on shameless display, as Vine took a moment to remove the mare’s footwear, seeing as her voluptuous dinner wouldn’t need those annoying little indigestibles where she was going.  Vine’s touch returning to the magnificent tooshie shivering before her, as she lifted the mare higher and allowed gravity to do the rest of the work.  The mare letting out a weak whimper as she began to opulently ooze downwards, as the skintight fit of the throbbing membrane of Vine’s rear appendage left little to the imagination regarding what was trickling towards her tummy.

She belonged to Vine now, and before long the shuddering mare would just be an attractive protrusion swaying beneath Vine’s less impressive breasts.  The quaking of a tummy tantrum starting before the mare was even safely stored in the churning care of Vine’s stomach,  but lubricated with a slathering of spittle and her own scared sweat there was little the pony could do to prevent herself from percolating into the kneading pocket of Vine’s now drooping gut. Soon this huge helping of horse meat would be neatly folded up in an economical fetal position within her midriff, leaving her in just the right place for Vine to savour the sensation of her delightfully distended middle methodically melt that Rubenesque figure into simmering slush.

 The mare’s hoarded nutrients would slip delectably off the bone like a nutritious paste, as the engorging equine’s mouthwatering lunchmeat liquidated into a gradually shrinking food baby, as bit by bit her enviably eye-catching chub was converted into a chunky chyme of the more easily absorbed base components that made up her alluring assets. The gurgling girl gravy bubbling into a creamy slurry given enough time, allowing the sloshing soup to drain into the impatient intestines, which were more than used to dealing with an entire pony-worth of processed puree pushing through Purple’s plumbing. Such a filling feast always leaving a smile on Vine’s peckish face, as she felt her normally trim midsection pleasurably expand to accommodate her still-kicking passenger. This would pass in time, as digestion would run its course regardless of how much her massive meal gurned and thrashed.

Vine ignoring these jostling movements, as with what she had planned, she expected the entombed equine’s trapped floundering would soon grow much more energetic. The mare suppressing a yawn which abruptly transitioned into a shallow if sated belch, urging her to sleep off her sizable supper. The stacked woman still trying to put up a fight, but even now Vine could feel her tiring, as the stewing embrace of the claustrophobic conditions along with a lack of air swiftly put the marinating mare in check.  The engulfed equine securely stowed, allowing Vine to relax, as instead of dozing off to digest, she intended to properly massage gainly grub into mush, as now that the cooped-up cunt was properly contained as a sultry simulacrum sagging her abdomen, she thought it best to indulge in an overly handsy belly rub……

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Purple Vine encounters the curvaceously chubby Cross Court, and decides the voluptuous mare would look better as a buxom bulge in her belly. Even so, the experienced equine eater couldn't help but be impressed by her mewling meal's ample arse, prompting the predator to cup a cheeky feel before allowing CC to slip into her stomach...

A fun little collab between me and Crazy ( https://derpibooru.org/profiles/Crazy+Water ). This one featuring Bestponies Purple Vine making a meal of CC, who is already making a rather sexy swelling in the monster pony's voracious tail.


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