Rarity was trying very hard to remain civil, the sensation of her dinner disagreeing with her as it groaned away in her barrel making her more than a little embarrassed. She was a lady of refined nature and manners and her gurgling gut was neither civil nor appropriate for entertaining guests. Making her way to her personal space above the boutique, leaving Sassy to oversee the store, Rarity came to a rest in front of her lavish mirror, her bulbous barrel swinging beneath her as her meal protested the caustic conditions of her imprisonment.

“Miss Pommel, behave yourself or I will simply integrate you into management, you are being very unprofessional,” chastised Rarity, as Sassy had not complained ever so much about the macerating environment of her stomach during her punishment for making her boss make several hundred of those gaudy princess dresses.

“Miss pomme….. started Rarity as she continued to scold the flailing fashionista's employee, the mare violently shaking the barrel that bounced about in a bobbing fashion. The petite earthpony refusing to curl up and serve out her detention in a passive manner, as the acrid environment of the claustrophobic stomach was enough to work the meek mare up into a frenzy as she fidgeted about as much as her fetal position could allow.

The nipping at her depravity cavity was too much for Coco, the irritation of the stomach acid not unlike a buzzing fly, causing her swampy loins to twitch as if beckoning a swagger dagger to penetrate the peachy pussy. This caustic caress was itchy, causing the soft groin skin to grow red, as little by little the epidermis was peeled away by the stomach sauna. The groans and gargles the organ kneading over her form like a living millstone anything but relaxing, and lost in the dark and slick interior of her employer's stomach, unable to do anything but shift back and forth uncomfortably as the wheezing of Rarity’s regal breathing echoed through the tissues surrounding her scrunched up mare meal.

Then she found it, the tight ring of muscle her entire body had oozed through when Rarity had so indignantly inhaled her. The bagel of tight flesh sitting on Coco’s quivering muzzle like a sodden sock of phlegmy flesh, as if mocking her as it refused to relent and release her. The earth pony having no idea that Rarity was addressing her, or trying to calm her down, the cosmopolitan elegance of the unicorn's voice lost through the icky interiors of her body that muffled her mortification at her inconsiderate dinner. The dampening was so much so that Coco was completely oblivious as the sounds of her boss reprimanding her were no different than any other couth vocalization the fashionista might make, as the echo of digestive fluids prevented Coco from clearly understanding her host's demands.

The pooling stomach acids though were a much more pressing concern, and with the tickling sensation of eager enzymes tickling her coat Coco bucked. Her back legs lashing out and finding traction as she kicked Rarity in her lungs causing her to flinch and lurch forward. Cocos pretty face headbutting the stomach sphincter, her hooves digging into her devourer's diaphragm Coco forced herself forward, causing Rarity to retch and suddenly begin to feel rather sickly.
her legs extending, Coco felt the veil of the throat great her face, her cringing mug forcing its way through the spasming orifice, its clamping motion repetitive like a stuck record as it was unwillingly forced to permit an unplanned purging. The peristaltic portal stretching as Coco coasted up the throat and forced her way past the uvula. Her head barging its way up the gastric portal causing a squeaky pop to ring out she forced Rarity’s jaw to dislocate into a monstrous yawn.

Squinting in the sudden brightness, Coco had only a few moments of the in comparison to the sweltering gut, cool air-conditioned air of the prestigious boutique. Her eyes forced by forward due to the throat flaps acting like blinders, so the peepers locked with the silver mirror in front of her, the protrusions her body and forelegs made in Rarity’s lithe neck visible and well defined as a pair of tensing bulges. The sight was odd, as the cavernous maw made it as if, the trembling mare had donned a master-crafted kigurumi.

Coco’s motion up the gullet coming to a stop as her head came to a gentle stop upon Rarity’s plush tongue that lapped against her petite chin. The tart taste causing the unicorn's nose to wrinkle as her gut juices marinated on her palate like expired vinegar.

“Please….” Mumbled Coco, as she saw the scene, the words light and exhausted from her stomach stowing, and her fight up the throat. With her mouth filled with her disobedient lunch, Rarity was impaired to give an articulate response, but slap of her lips enclosing Coco’s head in darkness and a loud gulp seemed to send the curt message. The powerful roll of the oesophagus sending the mewling face back down Rarity’s straining neck, back to the stomach where she belonged, allowing the eloquent throat to return to its svelte circumference.

Coco was hastily dumped back into the growling gut, the biology displeased by the mare’s insolence, as it ground down on her all the more aggressively to beat any resistance out of her with its slab-like caress. The acid stinging her eyes making them turn from fine porcelain to a red-stained mess, as bloodshot rivulets caressed it as the earth pony began to sob. Rarity ignoring these pitiful sounds as if she kept it up Coco would not be in any shape to attend her employee review session. The sounds were most unbefitting a lady, and instead of swallowing some fresh air for her passenger, she just let her soon to be ex-member of staff stew in the anaerobic environment, as Rarity wiped away some latent drool and began to correct her lipstick and eyeliner. Her sapphire eyes only looking away periodically as she checked on her belly that was growing all the less active with each passing moment as Coco capitulated to little more than fidgets as she ran out of atmosphere and found her needs out of season with the current caustic climate.

She could only meep and hope Rarity would be merciful, otherwise, she would be adding generously to the socialites already eye-catching rump……


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A commission I got from  PeculiarArt ( Irene Fox in this case). Who helped Rarity punish her employee, unfortunately she doesn't want to stay down, thankfully a quick gulp and a cough will easily put her in her place where she can mull over what she did wrong.

Irene asked for me to mention they are currently doing a month-long sale where you can get simple two-character MLP scenes for $28.

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