Surprise was running out of time…

The mare’s bumbling guesses at what was happening to her the sweet nectar that Spitfire so savoured as part and parcel of her position of power. The thrill of this never failing to please, as Spitfire was sure that Surprise would live up to her name once the gears clicked and she came to terms with exactly what was enclosing around her. The rules were simple enough, and to pass and go free all the fettered mare had to do was guess the fate unfurling to them. A task made slightly harder by the face their senses were impaired with bondage and a thick leather blindfold limiting their ability to comprehend the situation they were cast into. From there Spitfire had started to wolf the Pegasus down hooves first like a drunken cormorant, pausing periodically to give her dinner time to extrapolate exactly what was befalling her. Surprise starting strong, guessing everything from an oiled-up uniform to a greased sleeping bag, but upon failing to hit the nail on the head, each time Spitfire simply smiled and took another swallow as she slowly reeled in her quarry.

the Pegasus starting cocky but the further she slithered down the captain’s throat at a slow oozing pace the sooner the cracks started to show, as she was unable to discern the tactile sensation that was slurping over her bound body. The mare twitching in the sweltering conditions but a panic had yet to overtake the quickening breathing of the protein-fuelled pegamare, as she seemed to be strangely enjoying the humid heat of the pony she was slipping into. In an odd way, she seemed to be liking the lapping confines, as if one had slipped into a hot tub after a long days training.

The change of pace brought on by something vestigial, as if a longing for the waters of the womb courted the pegamare’s cockles and brought a tomato hue to Surprise’s cheeks. The mare’s giddy breaths growing saucier with each drawn-out exhale, as her face flustered into cheery cherry hues that spread like wildfire. The rolling waves of the gullet soothing Surprise like a relaxing massage, as with each gulp she sank a little further into the enveloping enclosure that was Spitfire’s upper digestive tract.

Biting her lip, Surprise gave up, as she embraced the warm sleeve she was slotting into snuggly. Her eyes unable to see, and her mind unable to guess the fate befalling her as she leaned her head backwards to feel the soft ring of Spitfire’s lips kiss the back of her head. Spitfire taking a moment to caress Surprise’s chin as she savoured the salty taste of sweat from her squirming snack before taking a powerful swallow as she claimed the back of the subordinate’s skull with a mantling munch. The majority of the equine now bulging out Spitfires belly, leaving a dull imprint of a firmly folded form to fidget beneath a yellow furred breast.

Surprise shunting into a flinch as she seemed to have a revelation at what was happening, her face lighting up as she figured out this fazing. The pale pony’s mouth opening as she proudly stated her answer, as with enough trial and error she had prevailed in this little game.

“You’re swallowin……...”

GULP!!!!

Spitfire’s throat rippled and with a peristaltic pulse Surprise was cast off to the stomach as an animated mass of bunched up mare meat. The captain touching Surprise's form beneath her skin, as she felt the shapes that was her lively lunch as it became acquainted with the wrinkled sack of muscle that was even now excreting enzymes to deal with the intruder. The gut groping the clumped-up equine, as it craved to process the well-shaped protein into firm muscles on the lead pony’s frame. Such a fate was unlikely though and it was more likely that after letting the newbie stew for a bit, Spitfire would bring her up as a greasy mess in the barracks showers. The Captain leaning back and giving a gratified sigh, as she began to rub her active belly, before she addressed her occupant with smug satisfaction, as the stomach dance started to struggle.

“You were right rookie, just a shame you were too slow……..”

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A reward I got from  TeaBucket for supporting them on patreon. This adventure continuing Spitfire's bullying of her underlings, in this case, the rare Surprise. Hopefully, the captain is merciful and doesn't let the acid nip at her too long before letting her out, as it would be a pain in the flank to fill out the paperwork for passing pellet in the showers.

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