Clothes were an interesting thing that any aspiring predator would experience during the partaking of prey. The starchy tasteless wrapper to some acting as an annoying barrier preventing the taste buds from truly experiencing the delectable flavours of the flailing flesh hidden beneath colourful cotton and slick synthetics. The nature of removing this second skin entirely up to the preference of the predator, as some enjoyed methodically peeling the prey from their garments, relishing as each article of individuality was stripped away from goosebump distorted skin. Other’s preferring to simply rip and tear their struggling snack free of their bothersome accessories to the chorus of ripping cloth, as they exerted their domination over their quarry by cutting them free of their bland indigestible casing. The final option was for the less picky predator who would inhale their lively lunch clothes and all, as they either lacked a sense of taste or preferred the rough sensation of a ruined outfit through the twisting tunnels of their bowels.

Bug generally fell into the latter camp, though she did enjoy the feeling of power that came from forcing a pompous mare to strip out of their designer dress in a manner that was simply intoxicating to the viewer. The looks of fear, confusion and sudden loss of control rolling through their trembling eyes before they awkwardly complied with their captors degrading demands. Of course, such things were usually reserved for games or prudent punishment for ponies whose transgressions warranted a response more articulate than a simple grab and gulp. The course of action usually up to the mardy mare’s mood, as sometimes she had pangs that could only be solved with a few confident gulps and a short slide, over the theatrics and presentation of relished retribution.

Such a simple swallowing being the fate of the protesting Pegasus who had just settled into her new role as a short term swelling in Bug’s middle. The Pegasus putting up a good fight, but at this point, it was inevitable that she was just another belly bulge to be incorporated into Bug’s burgeoning buttocks. The scared squirms already slowing as the stomach fumes were already starting to make the packed away Pegasus lightheaded, as her instincts carried her into a desperate flurry of motion to escape her claustrophobic confines.

Bug resting on her haunches as she enjoyed the fading fidgets as she felt the mare surrender to her superior anatomy. Bug’s biology not taking it easy on the meeping morsel, as the stomach had such a snug fit the pegamare had been unable to invert herself and was still stuck in the position she had assumed when first dumped in the growling gastric chamber. The mewling mare’s muzzle kissing the winking sphincter her melted form would soon pass through once the stomach made her mass a little more fluid, as it gave a good premonition to her encroaching fate as flank fat. The earth pony knowing she could end it in an instant, a wet belch, a sudden struggle and then the simple satisfaction of watching the shapely swelling rounding out as she possessed a protein-rich Pegasus.

The stomach’s kneading growing gradually more intense as Bug basked in the afterglow of a mighty meal. The earth pony struggling to remember the name of the equine she had snarfed down, as at this point they were little more than another layer of plush padding for her plot so the mare could forgo the personal touch to this digestive struggle snuggle. Bug cocking an eyebrow as she ruminated on this elusive information as she felt her snack’s head twitching against her inner thigh. The survival instinct pretty average, tickling trembles interlaced with blind bucking that echoed through Bug’s body cavity with a delectable resonance. Bug mulling the animated activity bouncing in her barrel as she traced the dull outline of a curled up pegamare within her, as she explored the soft shadow of her quivering treat. The tip prodding more intimate areas as the earth pony probed her passenger to see if she could elicit any more strong spasms from the fading feast but found nothing more than a few worming wriggles as the mare had already capitulated to the all-encompassing caustic caress of the muscular stomach wall.

“Time to burp up your air, if you give me a good show I might even give you a mercy squeeze,” teased Bug, as she tensed her tummy as if to prove the point, as she exerted the form-fitting seal her gastric sleeve had on the shuddering slut slotted within it. The sudden compression causing her prey to shriek shrilly as if she expected the walls to pop her like an overripe fruit. Bug smirking at this panic, as she stroked her stomach one last time, as she prepared to void her belly of any lingering atmosphere.

Such suffocating plans coming to a standstill as a strange sensation began to prickle at the base of Bug’s gullet. The familiar feeling putting a smile on Bug’s face as she clenched her gut and let out a moist burp that rustled the tonsils as the gastric gas thundered forth. The eruption like a volcano as a spittle mist and a clothing comet shot from the parted gob like a comet, as the earth pony rid herself of the prismatic accessory. The flavour of her feast renewed in the wake of the crumpled up leggings eviction as it fell to earth a few feet away with a wet splat as the saliva soaked sock began to ooze like a sponge in the more hospitable environment now it was free from Bug’s crushing core.

“Let’s see if we can go for a hat trick,” commented Bug, as she prodded her stifled snack, the stomach growing ever closer now that most of the poor Pegasus’s air had been released in a single gastric gust. The sound of desperate gurning audibly beneath the thin curtain of flesh, but Bug had little time to listen to the whines of the weak as steaming sock’s sister seemed to have slithered off her snack’s convulsing calves. Bug eager to let loose another gurgling gurk as the raunchy spray of spit might bring up a piece of fashion with her marinating meal’s name on the tag, so the earth pony could put a name to the lively lump swaying in her stomach, If such a snippet failed to materialize, well next time Bug would just ask before inhaling the surprised equine …

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It seems Bug didn't unwrap her pegamare snack, not that she minds it just adds more things to burp up as she sluices the squirming slut.


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This one again coloured by  plaguetyranno who as normal was a star at making it pop :)

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