Pinkie Pie was pleading as she lay scrunched up in the sloshing stomach. The mare was unable to move in anything more meaningful than a slight fidget as her body bent to pack her in the unbearably tight space. The sounds of the jovial mare sobbing as her hide was lathered raw by the unrelenting cocktail of enzymes putting more than a little damper on her sunshine. Pinkie feeling her soft skin growing leathery, her blue eyes sting as little by little her entire fetally folded form was enflamed by the corrosive caress of the aggressive acids.

She cried, she squirmed but it was nothing more them meeps as it was drowned out by the relentless gut as it roared around her. Pinkie’s movements dwindling with each haggard breath as her stale air ran short, leaving her with just an acrid atmosphere to irritate her tired lungs. The young Pie not able to comprehend what she had done to deserve such a hellish fate, as the surprise party she had thrown for a certain moody mare had gone south in seconds. Fine, she may have gotten the wrong day, but who didn’t like surprises and a nice Sugarcube Corner chocolate cake.

Evidentially Bug, as she had promptly seized and swallowed her cheerful home invader with her normal proficient peristalsis. The mare taking only a few swift seconds to convert the pink pony into a swelling swaying from her barrel. The action taking even the eccentric Pinkie Pie off guard as the efficiency of years of practice made short work of the bundle of joy.

At first, Pinkie thought it might have been a joke, but as her skin began to broil, she realized there was nothing funny about her predicament. Initially, Pinkie had struggled, but with her legs tucked to her barrel she could do very little other than twitch and beg. The pitiful peeps doing little to help her, as Bug simply ignored them as she reclined to process her unexpected meal. the earth pony’s gastric chamber drowning out the bubbly bitch’s words as she was processed to protein by the more powerful mare who had effortlessly taken her.

Bug fast to slumber, as her food coma was lulled in by the gentle bucking of her quivering prey. The grey glutton knowing that the mare within her had some “quirks” but once wrapped in a cocoon of gastric muscle she could do very little but slowly slip into her death spasm. The gut easily able to exert its force as it liquidated her assets straight from the bone in lumps of sloughing flesh to create a grotesque meatloaf of chyme. Bug's body prioritising her blood flow to sluice the shivering meat within her into nothing more then a bubbling broth of former pony.

Pinkie was not aware that her mewling was falling on death ears, as Bug was now snoring on her back with her belly dancing above her. The animated lump quaking with each motion of her meal as a satisfied Bug casually slept off her meal in the comfort of her living room. the sounds of digestion and barely discernible shrieks for aid filling the room as a self-indulgent symphony. Bug’s hoof stroking her stomach gently as she slept, feeling the form within her upon her frog as little by little the suspicious shape grew tighter as the stomach encroached like a closing noose.

It was only a matter of time now, as Pinkie was stuck on the losing side of a biological battle that she could not win. Her pleading continuing into the night, as Pinkie had the unpleasantry of feeling her ponut chafe, her fanny fizzle and her nose begin to bleed as the soft tissue ate away like sand on a stormy beach. The stomach she had been slotted into like a sponge as it sapped the last of her strength before with a constricting compression something in Pinkie’s spine slipped and she began a sporadic spasm. The motions rattling out of the mare before suddenly going still as Bug’s lunch lulled into the afterlife leaving just the caustic chorus to play into the small hours of the morning. Bug completely oblivious to her meals passing, as spooned her sloshing stomach as she enjoyed the full feeling of a mare sized meal….

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Pinkie Pie threw Bug a surprise birthday party. Unfortunately, it was the wrong day and Bug was feeling peckish so partook in the pink pony.

Part one of a two-part Gift from  TheWindrunner , hope you guys enjoy ;)

Part two can be found here: https://aryion.com/g4/view/601211

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