Mistakes had been made, that much Rose knew to be true, the ache in her belly a throbbing reminder that she had screwed up. The slender Pegasus feeling sickly as on her lengthy legs she slowly made her way across town on shaky steps on a poorly planned excursion to collect a package from the post office. The mare’s wobbly gate brisk as Rose would rather not be out longer than necessary as she was feeling rather unwell, a pit in her stomach as something she had eaten was defiantly not agreeing with her.

The grumbling in her tummy was an omnipresent reminder of how badly she had screwed up as a heavyweight loitered in her stomach. It was not like the mare had had a choice, a passionate session of motorboating ending with a gut-wrenching crunch, when Rose found release and her thick thighs clamped down on the neck of her lapping lover. In the short spasm that followed a distraught Rose had to figure out a way to dispose of the evidence, and against her better judgement, she settled on doing what Bug would have done in the same situation.

Now she was living with the consequences of that, and though it had made her flanks flabbier, the end result was just a pain in her gut and a constant state of seasickness. The sloshing of her stomach as it refused to settle prompting a brisker pace, as Rose did not want to be out here longer than necessary lest spill her guts in an embarrassing loss of control of her faculties. Rose was making good progress, but it was slower going then the Pegasus would have liked as she was in no state for flying. The leg work leaving Rose’s eye-catching body drizzled with sweat, as her light frame struggled with each step that caused her gastric system to gurn. Rose retreating inwards, as she was now committed, eyes down, forward motion, that was all she could think as her body willed her puke in a dramatic oral eruption. The only thing she could do was repeat a recurrent series of self-assertions as she plodded along, hoping to get this over and done with as painlessly as possible.

It was this tunnel vision brought on by self-induced blinders that allowed to the Pegasus to blindly bumble into a pair of familiar faces that only alerted her to their presences when a bubbly voice rang out over Roses mental mumblings.

“Rose.... Are you okay?” repeated the voice as it snapped the Pegasus out of her little daydream as she thought she recognized it as that of her friend Line. This assumption proved true as the Pegasus raised her head, and through the framed veil of her brunette hear she saw her plump yellow friend beaming at her. Bug was at her side with the normal dour expression that the older earth pony wore, that complimented her messy mane and deep sadness rather well as the pair stood on the side of the street no doubt out on work-related errands of their own. Bug acknowledging Rose with a nod as it was clearly too early in the day for a conversation, as the slate equine needed a good 2 hours to wake up fully.

And like that Rose was cornered, she had to say “hello,” as was only courteous, the mare going into autopilot as she opened her mouth to return the greeting. This was a mistake, and no sooner did she open her mouth, did her body decide it was time to eject the cumbersome bulk loitering in her stomach. the bulbous barrel spasming slightly as if a dam was failing, the flood gates opening in a guttural sound of internal distress as Rose practically keeled over in a body quaking retch. The taste of bile flooding Rose’s mouth acting as a catalyst prompting further stomach shudders as the weight in her stomach began to crawl up her heaving throat in a cracking motion.

Wings wafting, the feather dusters twitching in a splayed salute, Rose began to bob her head like a drunken seagull as instinct took over. Thick webs of saliva crawling to her mouth from unseen glandular springs as she could not breathe as her airway was pinched closed by the turgid lump charging up her stomach chute. The sensation of fur on her trembling tongue as with a wet hack and a guttural sound of a jiggling larynx a sodden splat rang out as something morbid hit the cobblestones.

The look of shock on Line’s face telling Rose more than enough as the large Pegasus wheezed in a few stuttered breaths as she recovered from her cores convulsing purging. Rose’s growing misty eyes looking down at the ball of hair and bones that sat before her in a steaming mess of former pony. The climactic consequence of a caustic bath laid out in front of her as an oozing bundle of technicolour leavings, the colours of the fur still clear as the processed package seeped stomach juices as a grotty gravy. A trio of pink bows still tied tightly as if cherry’s on top of this prismatic pellet of former apple mare, Fritter having been reduced into nothing by a congealed mass of ruined hair and coarse keratin.

Looking up as her shoulders swayed with each heavy gasp, Rose just saw Bug looking at her with a smug pride and Line recoiled in shock, an awkward silence between the trio bar the laboured sound of Rose respiring. The sudden cycles of drool drowned airbags causing Rose to cough, as her body threatened to collapse into a fetal ball, as she just wanted to cry as her wrongdoing was laid out as a greasy hairball Infront of her friends. A small snicker coming over the haze of social self-destruction as Bug began to giggle. The laugh soon growing to a nasal snort, as Bug seemed rather bemused by the whole situation, before she gave some advice that did little to make Rose feel better.

“Better out than in…….”

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The end game of one of Crazy Waters image sets, as the lovemaking takes a sudden turn leaving Rose a bit bigger around the middle. Unfortunately for the skittish pegasus, she has to venture out into town to collect a package, and it sets up this humiliating scene when she runs into Line and Bug.

Commission I got from the skilled  plaguetyranno to go as a vorish follow up to this image here: https://derpibooru.org/2173021?q=artist%3Acrazy+water

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