Marigold could not stop crying, her eyes stinging as tears welled in a stream of salty rain. She felt violated, every part of her body defiled, though she could not see the damage behind the velvet curtain that was draped over her normally sparkling eyes. She found herself blindly bumbling in the dark relying on tactile sensations alone to piece together where the parasite wearing her like a glove was taking her and based on the sensations of her stuffed stomach, she didn’t like it in the slightest.

She felt bloated, her gastric chamber straining far past its normal limits as it felt as if she was brewing a massive egg in the grinding gut. She knew what she had eaten, she hadn’t seen it, but she could feel it, the form of two mares slipping down her gullet, the tickle of feathers, the coarse mane and tail hair, the entirety of another person devoured like chocolates on this no longer fine summer morning.

The swollen sensation upon her midriff leaving impressions of the wriggling of her dinner. Tickling hooves scraping at her stomach wall causing echoes to emanate through Marigold’s groaning body cavity. the stomach packed to bursting, as Marigold’s belly felt like it might split at the seams, as it strained with each bumbling step she took. Her normally taut belly rippling with the struggles of her unwanted meals, the thought causing her to snuffle, as the commotion of a cringing face pressed out beneath her sternum, in a little bump like that of a stirring infant in utero albeit much more developed.

The first mare she had eaten had stopped moving, her struggles turning to spasms and then silence, just around the time the second mare had been dumped on top of her simmering corpse to stew once the female took a more liquid form. The Pegasus was still squirming even now, begging, pleading, the sting of stomach acid marinating her every muffled word with a mighty slavering of desperation. The sounds helping to detract from the noises that the monster mounted on Marigold’s back was making as it molested her nervous system forcing her to shamble forward with her legs bowed around her protesting potbelly.

In a strange way, Marigold felt sated, as if for each pony she inhaled for sustenance’s the pangs that made her maw involuntarily drool were appeased for a time. but this feeling of contentness was overmatched by the barrage of distressing discourse that was assaulting her remaining senses. The pain where the polyp bored into her skin now numb, the creature secreting localized painkillers to suppress its pervading rape of her body as Marigold was repurposed as a vehicle for some primitive parasitoid’s reproductive cycle. These stimulants making the mare submissive, lax and malleable in the polyps tendrils, so that it could use her to her full potential as a surrogate stomach for its parasitic juvenile phase.

Marigold had no concept of this, as her entire world was just the weight of the living load in her stomach, her body struggling to lift a belly bloated with the remains of two mares of her build. The sounds of digestion as two ponies melted to pulp causing her to shudder, before with a crunch a leg gave from the sluicing kneading, resulting in an agonizing scream that was little more than a mumble. Marigold knew what happened to food after she ate it, and she was bordering on a panic attack due to what the jellyfish was forcing her to do as it remorselessly snuffed out people for little more than sustenance.

The sensation of the gelatinous bell on her haunches growing ever heavier as if Marigold was with child, telling her it was leaching the nutritional value from the mares she had devoured to fuel its cancerous growth. A rivulet of snot coming from Marigold’s nose, as she continued to sob, wishing she could place a hoof in an attempt to sooth the gurning gut, but instead it just stepped forward with a squelch as she formed a hoof sized puddle in the water-saturated soft sediment.

This relentless march for food was not what the mare’s body was built for, and with the additional ballast, it was simply the polyp driving her forward. the polyp unyielding as this unwanted pregnancy was hell-bent on destroying Marigold’s body so that the scrounging gelatine globule on her back could reach maturity. Each spurt of horse stew that its mare mother squeezed through her bowels was one step closer to it detaching and continuing its sadistic life cycle, urging the medusae to continue its unrelenting pursuit of protein.

This death march seemed to last for eternity, Marigold just being goaded forward, the only thing she could focus on was the sounds of suffering in her barrel, leaving her to just retreat inwards and turn off her mind. The minutes blending into one as her living binders kept her deprived of any stimulation baring her frogs jolting with each drunken hoof step. She was a broodmare now, herself was lost, her eye-catching frame now distorted into little more than a vessel of reproduction by an uncaring organism. This cold acceptance to her role, not an easy thing to swallow, and she willed to resist but in the end, Marigold was a slave to her weak biology, and motherhood was just such an angle that could be exploited with a wash of hormones from her hitchhiker. Her life was now naught but a surf-tormented shore, as her legacy would be to birth this detestable dirigible of pulsating gel that had chosen her as a short-term host.

Marigold was so lost in herself; she didn’t even notice her throbbing legs stop, and her mouth part. It was not until a svelte muzzle was slotted into her mouth and again the taste of pony caressed her senses did the wretched mare realize that she was about to have another helping to further expand her waistline. the sounds of another pony set to get swallowed causing the Pegasus in Marigold’s stomach to renew her struggles, but no help was coming, as in a few moments the claustrophobic gastric sleeve would be further packed by grade A equine meat.

With no fight left in her, Marigold just relaxed and let the mare flow into her, the scraping of a horn passing over her tonsils the only indication of the identity of this blind date with digestion. Her brain chemistry becoming irrevocably damaged, and in a few more hours she might find herself enjoying her induced gluttonous nature, as the compressions of her overcapacity stomach was now producing a grinding pressure upon her loins leaving her to add a further drizzle to the rainforest floor.

After a few wet gulps, like one chugging a carton of milk, Marigold then set off again, her barrel dancing with slowing struggles, as the urge for food dragged her ever forward like a moth to a flame……………………….

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The limpet-like Blood polyp returns with a vengeance in an unexpected continuation of this piece ( https://aryion.com/g4/view/542911 ). Brought to you by the lovely AskBumpywish, who can be found here: https://derpibooru.org/profiles/AskBumpyWish

They saw me and Crazy Water's collab and liked it so much she decided to do her own image, so I decided to treat this unexpected art with the lemon story you find here. I hope she enjoys the story and I am very glad she found enjoyment in this foul parasite. hopefully, you guys are also won over by this hemoglobin guzzling jellyfish :)

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