Garry was always a healthy eater, the gloomy gerrothorax fundamentally a walking stomach that was always eager to be filled. Ever hungry it had slinked its slimy form from its lair when it heard the dinner bell, which as normal took the form of Bug and Line bickering and grunting as the lugged some unfortunate pony down the basement stairs. The giant amphibian’s smooth skinned frame the ideal receptacle to dispose of ponies who had slighted its slate furred mother, as it had grown accustomed to pony-sized portions for its meals.

Today it was not disappointed and with a sound of exertion, a cowering crimson Pegasus mare was cast in front of the goggle-eyed monster that had waddled over to investigate the disturbance. She looked a mess, her mane like a rat’s nest and her eyes red from crying, the pitiful sounds growing ever more distraught when Garry yawned flashing his pale maw at the worming morsel it had been thrown. The mare didn’t have time to yelp before her entire head was cast in the most depths of Garry’s gullet and he began to inhale the bound equine with his normal vigour.

It was over before it even began, Garry giving a long slow blink as his eyes pushed down upon the roof of his mouth and slid the jostling posterior of his lunch past the back of the throat as he concluded his meal. A tail laced with a cream highlight hanging from his maw twitching slightly as the last remnant of her past identity slowly slurped past the gerrothorax toothless gums. The creature not even swallowing as the motions of its lively lump was doing the job of bundling the hair up with its twitching owner to stew. The normally flat newt now oblong as its legs bowed over the protrusion in its middle that was wriggling away in futile struggles that in time would pass as the Pegasus asphyxiated in the hostile stomach cavity.

Letting its meal settle, Garry looked at Bug with his big black button eyes as he attempted to beg for a second portion, his maw still salivated for further flesh as one pony was no longer enough to sate its grumbling gut. Instead of food, Bug placed her hoof on the Gerrothorax’s head and stroked softly across the level cranium as she showed her pet some affection, using the loving action as a guise so that she could inspect the health of her now mature beast. Bug’s amber eyes looking at Garry’s gills, his skin checking for anything amiss, but just like his hunger, he seemed to be in perfect condition. The pancake salamander sitting still as it leaned into the caressing frog, his external gills wafting in the air giddily when Bug found a sweet spot and his back leg spasmed like a drunken dog.

In truth, the earth pony liked the creature, fine its head was flat enough to balance a pint glass on and it had a habit of spraying foul fluid when agitated, but it had a certain charm to it that had first intrigued Bug to add the beast to her menagerie. The large Labyrinthodont also unlike most of her stock not partial to nocturnal vocalizations, besides the hissing defence calls that it did whenever the Gollox mistook its tail for a worm and tried to devour it, this in concert with the aforementioned defensive spray was usually enough to deter the dense bipedal frog. The spray having a tart taste and it had taken the Gollox more than a few sessions running around the living room frothing at the mouth to work out that the brown crepe of a creature was not for eating. Because anything that gave the Gollox a hard time was a keeper in Bug’s book, in combination with the Gerrothorax’s low maintenance costs made it easy for the mare to justify the flat fish lizard in her budget.

Concluding her groping, Bug found nothing amiss in her daily once over as Garry seemed in perfect shape, leaving the mare confident that her stud was more than ready for his primitive species mating season. Bug’s eyes falling to the mare shaped protuberance in Garry’s side, the mare bundling up nicely as a few crunches had no doubt shattered her frail honeycomb bones during the aggressive swallowing process. The fight was already gone from the mare he had ingested, so now it was just turning on the heat lamp and leaving the gorged exotherm to bask as he digested his well-endowed dietary supplement.

“Line! Mark Garry as fed and schedule his next feeding sometime next week, I have a feeling I am going to make enemies at the next council meeting,” commanded Bug as she looked over her shoulder to address her apprentice. The sound of Line struggling with a whiteboard marker distracting Bug for just an instant as she felt a damp wetness overtake her front leg to the wrist. Bug’s lips twitching in silent curse as she had forgotten that the pore ridden skin of her pet served the dual purpose as a primitive tongue as well as a slick epidermis. The earthpony foolishly not washing her hooves before starting her inspection, and in her sloppiness, the taste of Garry’s meal still clang to the keratin clouding his simple mind from recognising the grey mare as its surrogate mother.

“Fuck…..” exhaled Bug in a long sigh who knew exactly where this was going, as she was abruptly yanked off her hooves by a jolt of Garry’s cavernous maw. The gerrothorax wasting no time as it tried to tuck away its second course as the phlegmy mandibles thrashed about wildly as in an instant Bug was enveloped up to her shoulders in a crumpled heap on the floor. Line seeing this as with the clattering of stationary she bounded to her boss’s aid, and a moment later familiar frogs were cupping a grasp upon Bug’s wide hips trying to slow her descent into the stomach.

The gray mare didn’t know why Line had interfered, as it broke the one rule, she had told her dense assistant regarding the stocky predator and she was going to have to punish both of them once she was reconstituted. Bug was willing to let Garry take her, as resistance was only liable to have her leg dislocated and ripped off at the shoulder leaving her to bleed out on the floor in a manner most messy. The unenthused equine was going into that gut if she liked it or not, and she might as well take the short slide in a manner that would not leave a tedious stain to clean up when she reformed a few hours after the stomach snuffed her.

“Line, Fuc…kk…. Oo..fffff…..” screamed Bug but her words were gagged by Garry’s formfitting mandibles, as the orifice silenced his meal into nothing more than muffled meeps. Bug trying to tell Line to let her go, but unfortunately for both parties, the plump pony felt like being a hero and all it would mean was they would be sharing a prismatic pellet that Garry would hock up in a few days. Line’s hooves digging into the curve of Bug’s buttocks as she tried to get leverage and pull her friend out of the throbbing throat that was intent on claiming its second helping of the evening.

The flapping gums of the gerrothorax clapping in wet slaps over the sound of mares grunting as a flurry of confusion filled the air. Garry was aggressively blinking as he used his deep adorable eyes to force Bug further and further into his already groaning gastric chamber. Saliva spurting like a faulty Fawcett from unseen glands, dowsing Bug as they continued to drain in dollops from hidden cubbyholes matting down Bug’s fur with a gracious glazing of shiny spittle. The dreary mare shaking her hips as she tried to knock Line from her plump posterior, but to no avail as the yellow mare clang on like an emaciated leech.

“Bug! Stop kicking!” shrieked Line who was starting to panic, as Bug was not listening and continued to thrash to dislodge her meddling helper. Line’s frogs growing sweaty as she vehemently clang on to Bug’s bum, as the shorter mare attempted to save her employer from a digestive destiny, but Line’s grip was too weak and little by little her bucking boss disappeared into the stubby predator. Line’s eyes falling to the bouncing belly the arse of the first mare now pushed flush to the stomach wall as Bug was being crammed into the already cramped space. The buttocks parting as the fatty flesh was pushed flat leaving the meaty mons and pulsating ponut pinching the taut tissue leaving dull impressions of the lower orifices on the form-fitting gastric sack. Line zoning as her chocolate eyes stared at this presenting rump, dock raised as if inviting her to dig into the beckoning posterior ports. The hazel eyes soon drawn downwards as a yelling face was forced in between the twitching legs of the protesting Pegasus, forcing the horsefly to flash her femininity, as Bug was slotted beneath her as she was gradually deposited in the digestive dungeon.

Line zoning out as the winking of a distressed pony pussy distracting her, so she closed her eyes and just tried to Yank Bug free. It was only when the damp sensation of Garry’s gums was lapping against her hoof tips did open her eyes to see the gaping gob that loomed before her. She didn’t have time to realize she had made a mistake seizing Bug by her cutiemarks as with a lunge Garry bolted forward, causing Line to headbutt Bug’s rear end as with grunt Line was up to her neck in a moist mouth. The impact of the skull on glutes instigating Bug to emit a moody noise as she was rammed further into the caustic cell of the groaning gut, as Line meeped something as she felt maxillary teeth seize her so she could take her place in the queue to the stomach.

Releasing her grip on Bug, Line tried to pull out and save herself, but the flat fangs of the bloated newt held her firm as she flailed about like a snared rabbit. Line unable to see anything other than Bug’s plot, her managers marehood pressed to her face so the musky folds pervaded Line’s flaring nostrils with its hormonal perfume. The sodden snatch opening slightly as Line’s muzzle slipped slightly into the depravity cavity, the hips grinding against her face as she became well acquainted with the swampy reproductive slit. The tart taint causing each of Line’s hyperventilating huffs to echo as a reverberating wet fart as she wore the minge like a mask.

The tactile sensations overwhelming Line’s senses, as she felt the claggy caress of the humid throat emanate over her as she was eased forward as Bug’s rear end made its way downwards to the stomach clearing the path for the dessert of this now three-course meal. A few cracks ringing out like gunshots as Bug was forced into the full gut, a couple of the Pegasus’s ribs giving with the sudden shunt leaving the mare grimacing in anguish as her frail body fractured restarting her spasms causing the gut to jiggle like jelly. This hammering of hooves causing Bug to squirm as she tried to get comfortable to sit through her stewing as the two mares were shifted in the churning sack as they had to make room for one more bunkmate. The two ponies stacking together in a tower of meat, as the stomach sorted them into such a way that it might attempt to add a third party to their number that was sure to push the claustrophobic chamber far past the point of personal space violation.

Line’s muzzle easing forward, as Garry’s voracious appetite was not stemmed by already twice his bodyweight in horse meat and he was intent on making this a hat trick. Line’s shoulders rimming the throat flaps for a moment as the already stretched lumen again parted as she rode in Bug’s slipstream for the short trip on the oral slip and slide. Bug’s sodden tail scraped around Line’s neck like a scarf, the course fibres irritating as the tuft of fur was pushed to the side as the plumper pony had priority on the train to the stomach.

Garry beginning to nod his head, as the stuffed salamander was reaching his capacity, but stubbornly refused to relinquish the third pony who had threaded herself into his throat trying to save her peer. The ripple-like motions helping ease Bug’s hind hooves past the precipice of the throat , as she was forced sideways as the weight of the Pegasus became heavy on her haunches as Bug came to a rest with her head pressing prudently upon the quivering quim, so that Bug could feel the frantic heartbeat of the distraught equine upon her neck.

Line felt Bug slip from her snout with a squeaky pop, as the pony’s poontang disappeared into the darkness as Line followed suit a few seconds later as she felt the prodding of eyes upon her shoulders as she was shepherd towards the pulsating gullet that was greased and ready for her departure. The smooth jaws coasting down Line’s back as her head was soon against the partially parted sphincter to the stomach, as Bug’s dock was holding the door for Line almost courteously.

The dilated ring of muscle soon easing over Line’s head causing her nose to scrunch into a scowl, as her nostrils were immediately barraged by the smell of fermenting stomach secretions. The sinking sensation pressing down on Line’s spine, as the backs of Garry’s eyes flexed on her back in pushing pats sliding the snared mare further into the tight throat. Line coughing as the stinging stomach atmosphere tickled her nostrils and caused her sinuses to spasm as she tried to evict the acidic air. The last to depart, Line had the opportunity to relish having her face pushed sharply into Bug’s plot, the thick hindquarters cushioning Line’s cheeks as Garry tried to manoeuvre her into a space that was clearly too small for her to fit.

Garry trying repeatedly to cram Line into his already overcapacity gut, but all he could muster was a consistent pulse of headbutts as Line relentlessly booped Bug’s buttocks with her snout. The incessant swallows trying desperately to slip Line in, but all it managed to do was crumpled her up to the side leaving her large hips framed by the blunt gums. Line’s head coming to rest by Bug’s ponut that began kissing her upon the cheek as it ticked over in adrenalin-fuelled throbbing. The hot breath of the hyperventilating Pegasus mare on top of Bug blowing a sauna-like vapour upon Line’s face causing the amber mare to close her eyes and just wait for her plot to join her in the gut. The seconds passing by like hours, as the bulbous eyes fondled the small of her back trying to ram her into the bulging breadbasket. But is soon became clear that Line was stuck in a gullet gridlock, prompting the pony to open her mouth to partake in small talk as she milled for her mulching. The lemon mare immediately assaulted but a sour taste as she began to sputter and cough before a nudging kick clipped her ear as Bug silenced her.

“Line… Just shut up and digest,” shut down Bug immediately as she knew Line enough at this point to pre-emptively know when she was going to say something that would irritate her, and the mardy mare took the measures necessary to avoid hear that nails on chalkboard caterwauling.

“…Ok….” Meeped Line, her head ringing as stomach secretions began to flood her ears distorting her senses so her thundering heart was like a storm in her head. the flax fleeced mare tucking her head under Bug’s thigh as she tried to get comfortable, the meaty mammary turned pillow offering some comfort as it stroked against Line’s cheek as she nuzzled in to digest. The first few moments still with just gastric gurgles padding out the white noise of hysterical horses respiring, before the Pegasus above Line’s right hoof began trembling as she began to expire. The twitching frog tickling Line’s ear as the scarlet mare began to succumb to the enzyme laced smog pooling at the top of the gut unable to exit through the biological fume extractor. Line waiting for Garry to finish swallowing her so she could curl up and melt away briskly, the earth pony already dreading her new chore of having to clean up the mess her processed form would make when the fat frog deposited her after a couple of days of leisurely digestion. This future becoming clear as pooling stomach acid began to lap at Line’s chin signalling the stomach was flooding in preparation to convert the mare meat haul into a stomach soup, leaving Line little imagination required to guess what sort of mare meatball she would be in a couple of hours.

Line was pulled away from pondering this inevitable possibility when she felt something slighter over her sensitive breasts. The limber ligament lapping at her paired grapefruit as if to savour their gelatinous jiggling, the worming limb flicking the nipples as Gary began to lick Line’s breasts as he waited for his meal to soften up enough to shove her rear end into the caustic curry to stew. Thick drool running down the mammary mountains in warm rivulets, coating the meaty assets in a shower of spittle. The sudden attention causing Line to gasp and start squirming as the pink licker assaulted her private places with impunity as it moved to her snatch and began to slurp at the soon soppy slit. The molesting meandering of the probing tongue causing Line’s tail to rise and her legs to flail as she attempted to avoid this unwanted violation, but this did nothing but let her petite hooves scuff the floor as she could do little but wink her arsehole to show her disdain for having she snatch scoffled by the perverted newt. Line’s vagina clenching as she tried to pinch off the pervading tongue, but she managed to gain naught for her troubles other than to tire herself out.

Line huffing as her legs trembled, the frogs flicking as her struggles grew all the more desperate before suddenly the mare couldn’t breathe, her nose filling with peptide broth leaving her to buck as she began to drown. it was over soon, Bug’s thigh holding Line down preventing her from surfacing and in less than a minute all her movements were reduced to twitching spasms as Line’s spirit departed leaving a large lump of mare meat in its wake. Bug and the soon to be pulped Pegasus following suit at their own pace leaving nothing but death rattles to quake the gut as they capitulated to the caustic cauldron.

With the mares expiring and going still it just left Garry with the task of baking the trio into a mare meatloaf, which he would gladly do in time as he removed any semblance of identity from his quarry by turning them into an oblong bulge once their bodies sluiced into slurry. After a bit more melting, he would be able to force Line’s back half into the molten mare tissue, but for now, the gerrothorax was content to just lick the warm melons hanging limply above his palate like a lewd lollipop. Garry very happy with his horde of pony protein, but even now the greedy gerrothorax was already eager for his next feeding………….

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A collab commission between me and Crazy Water ( https://derpibooru.org/tags/artist-colon-crazy+water ).

In this peice  simalst wanted a follow up with garry gulping a few more mares, which we were happy to obligqe. Looking at this once Bug is going to have to feed the fat bezzler more then his single mare rations in future.

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