It wasn’t possible, Pinkie was in her throat, a look of aghast confusion springing to Silverstream’s pale face as she stared wide-eyed at her prey cheerfully waving back at her from the steps below. The hippogriff not believing her eyes, as Pinkie called up to her gleefully waving, seemingly completely unfazed by the twitching rear half of an equine hanging sandwiched between the bird’s ajar beak. The poor Pegasus sinking slightly deeper as Silverstream’s throat rolled in a bewildered gulp allowing another inch of ruffled pink fur to slip over the bill with a grasping glug of surprise.

Silverstream’s brain lagging for a moment as she tried to compute what she was seeing before it finally dawned on her that she may have made a mistake during her soaring snatch and slurp. The hippogriff mulling the moment, as her tongue traced Bifrost’s Intercrural valley savouring the taste of the delectable specimen as she debated her next course of action. Her violet eyes flickering over the fumbling flanks flapping between her bill, as she made sure the hype-filled hysteria didn’t have her hallucination. Silverstream’s talons tentatively tracing the cutiemarks of her quarry as the mare fidgeted at the tickling touch, where to the baffled bird’s perplexion she did not find the expected yellow and blue balloons.

“Rainbow…….” She mumbled around her meal, as she looked back up to see Pinkie still jerking about jovially. The colours were right, but the mark was wrong, a concrete fact of mistaken munching made truer as the seconds ticked by as she felt the form in her throat with a tight tense of the tube to feel the form of her food. A bundled pair of wings sitting upon her snack’s back trembling as much as the horse’s hefty haunches as she realized she had partaken in Pegasus instead the planned earth pony.

“Bifrost?” murmured Silverstream as her brain caught up with her train of thought as her stuffed beak slurred the surprised statement. The hen realizing that in her haste she had plucked the wrong pony from the cobblestones and now had the incorrect equine securely worming in her form-fitting stomach chute. Bifrost feebly flailing frogs soon stilled as Silverstream’s claws came to the mare’s ankles to stop her incessant twitching, as the hippogriff took stock of the situation and planned her next move.

The gears gently turning as Silverstream considered hocking up the horse, who was slowly seeping into her kneading embrace on her own volition as gravity helped the already greased throat to secure its share of spry and succulent flesh. The hippogriff not sure on how the accidental acquisition would affect her grade, but with her throat flaps fluttering at the mare’s hips most of the work was already done in slurping the surprised mare. Bifrost was basically already a belly bump at this point, so why run the risk of allowing Pinkie to slip away in the crucial seconds spent bringing the soggy equine back up. It was not like both ponies wouldn’t fit, Silverstream having swallowed two tuna bigger than the pink professor the previous summer, so with just a matter of a little contortion and the duo would be spooning snuggly as they stewed into a passing mark. Additionally, Bifrost’s hollow bones meant her meaty frame weighted comparatively less than her more landlocked peers, meaning that the swaying lump would not be as much of a hindrance compared to more big-boned prey. The hen rolling the buttocks between her bloated cheeks as she let this information seep into her jittering brain, as she took a long drag of Bifrost’s natural tang as either way the mare was not going to remember this when all was said and done so she might as well enjoy this exotic entrée.

Silverstream letting the information bounce around in her caffeine rushed mind before she gave a shrug and made her gluttonous decision. The hen tilting her head backwards straightening her neck allowing before relaxing and giving a final powerful swallow, causing her inverted lunch to practically fall into her in an oozing freefall. The mare tumbling down the throat at a snail’s pace that rapidly devolved into a sodden sprint as she was dumped in the waiting stomach and was awkwardly bundled in a claustrophobic curl that was sure to cramp in a few lingering minutes.

The heavy feeling sinking through Silverstream’s system as she felt her belly bloat with the quaking form of a scrunched-up Pegasus. The final swallow audible as she enjoyed the caress of a frizzy tail scrape down her throat like a prismatic chimney sweep, leaving a tingling wake as the entire equine slithered through the dilating sphincter. The doughnut of muscle yawning around Bifrost’s body like a winking doorway as she was slotted headfirst into the wrinkled stomach sack. The gastric sleeve adhering a claggy grip to her drool matted fur, leaving Silverstream’s body to strain to accommodate the meaty mare morsel who was clearly visible as a dull shadow pressing back against the swollen abdominal wall. The bloated belly suppressing the shape within as the swaying padding gave little indication of individuality of the equine beneath the protruding surface, leaving the jostling mare-shaped mass to shudder away weakly as she settled into the first stop in her short stay in Silverstream’s digestive system.

Silverstream, exploring the unusual lump in her middle as she took a moment to ensure the stomach was sealed, locking Bifrost in the bile bleached interior of the growling gut. The mare meeping some sort of angry whimper that was stifled by the skin entombing her in an orchid fur coat, as it was impossible for Bifrost to get comfortable in the caustic confines as acids already began to nip at the Pegasus’s hide. The hostile reception leaving her chafing as she began to buck about in the dark dungeon, but the living bondage held firm leaving Bifrost to shiver and jerk in a gentle jig. Silverstream glancing down to see an angry face pressing through her fur like compressing cellophane, as she could already feel her body prioritizing blood flow to her gut to help her process this filling feast. The hippogriff ignoring the protests of her prey strumming against her sides, as now the mare was inside her she was stripped of the right to an opinion, as the hen set her sight on the main course and dived towards her still laughing lunch…………

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It seems Silverstream has finally realized her mistake, though it seems to have done nothing to slow her ingestion of the unfortunate Bifrost.

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