“When did she stop struggling?” enquired Line, as the moving mare-shaped swelling that had graced Shimmer Bolt’s bulging blue barrel had long since ceased complaining and rounded out into a doughy muffin top. The yellow mare lovingly cradling her bound and bloated bedfellow, well curiously prodding the spongy mass sloshing in Shimmer’s midriff, that the night prior had been the seemingly sluiced Starlight Glimmer. Line’s heavy hoof beginning to explore the malleable middle of the powerless pony with probing pokes, but try as she might her frog could not find even a straggling skull or protruding pelvic surfaced in the churning stomach to indicate a fleeting feature of the morbid meal her friend had feasted upon. Starlight seeming to have completely melted in the grinding gut, as an entire equine had been liquidated into lipids and other useful nutrients by the brutal biology until nothing, but a simmering stew remained to be pushed through the piping of the growling gastric tract. The metabolization so efficient in fact that the only tangible evidence of the processed pony had even existed were the grabbable gains, that eye pleasingly clang to Shimmer’s adipose accentuated curves, as her body had made good use of the pulped pony protein that had surged through her supple system.


“I’m not sure,” confessed Shimmer, as she had been soundly snoring when Starlight had slipped into her last soft spasm. The engorged equine lost in the deep dream of a food coma for the majority of the evening, as her body focused all its energy on sleeping off her fidgeting food. The plump pony honestly having no clue as to the exact moment when the unicorn’s squirming had stammered to a stop, as any agency from her packed-away passenger was reduced to a half-hearted wriggling weight slowly jiggling within Shimmer’s distended belly. The stowed Starlight’s magical potential doing her little good in the caustic chamber that she had been casually cast into, as any resistance was repressed by the heavy-handed hug of the overbearing gastric walls. The muscular screen forcing the unicorn into an ever-tightening knot, as her body contorted to fit the shrinking space, as a cramping claustrophobic crashed down on Starlight in kneading waves. The mare instinctively bucking as if to shirk the stomach surrounding her entirety, but with her body locked in a stifling fetal fold, the jerky motions manifested to the outside world as a restrained rocking that gently lulled Shimmer into a lethargic rest.

“I just know her magic added a tingling fizz to my burps,” noted Shimmer almost nostalgically, as the plump pony had awoken to see nature had taken its grinding toll upon her guts gassy guest, as the enchanted eruptions twinkled over the tonsils with each gastric gust. Each wet belch tainted with the flavour of Starlight’s fermented flesh, renewing the aftertaste upon Shimmer’s tongue as she was reminded of the delectable tones of her mare meal. The now gloopy guidance councillor ruthlessly reduced to a purple paste, as the guidance councillor had easily simmered into her easily absorbed base components after a short bath in Shimmer’s eviscerating enzymes. The unicorn’s magic dissolving from her bones, adding a tastebud tickling buzz to each belch once enough blood flow had been directed to Shimmer’s crammed to capacity digestive system for it to get to work liquidating the compromised calcium deposits that was Starlight’s shattered skeleton. The bones popping in a crackling crescendo, as though someone was stamping on bubble wrap with increased fervour as Starlight’s bulge rounded out, before becoming a deflating lump of lingering deadweight. The mare basically gone by morning, leaving a still rotund albeit significantly trimmer tummy and a healthy layer of flank fat clinging to Shimmer’s frame as a risqué remnant of Starlight’s repurposed biomass.


It was these lewd leftovers that drew Line’s eye, as Shimmer’s modest mammaries had ballooned beautifully into jiggling Junoesque jugs with the filling fat from her feast. Line resting her ear on the protruding potbelly like a plush pillow, as a hoof snaked between Shimmer’s thighs to fondle her friend with a series of playful presses upon her sensitive undercarriage. The probs prompting Shimmer to flinch, pinching her breasts betwixt her tender thighs with a tense to the intimate interaction of the flustering frog. A tingle of gooseflesh pricking over the ogled orbs as the peachy loins reacted to the cold clasp of the hoof as it warmed against the passionate parts of her appealing anatomy with a velvety squish. Line leaning in and giving the plentiful paunch a light lick, causing Shimmer to rustle slightly in response to the tentative touch of the tongue tip upon her smoothing stomach. Line enjoying the moment before she put her ear to the bulbous belly so that she could listen in on the inner workings of the churning cushion pressing pleasantly upon her cheek. Her ear falling flush to the curvaceous cheats allowing her to hear the light gurgles of what little was left of the slushed Starlight trickle through Shimmer’s packed pipes. The sloshes and gurgles like a draining sink, as the meaty stew of former mare, drained into the intestines in a calorific conveyer belt as the promising pony found her proper place as sluicing sustenance.


“I think she is all gone,” informed Shimmer Bolt with a pleasured purr, as though she was spoiling the obvious fate of the mare who had spent the night stewing in her stomach. The resonance of her words causing misplaced bone nubs to clink within the confines of her glurping guts in between the wax and wane of her relaxed breathing. Line detecting the pace of her pulse quicken as Shimmer grew aroused from the attention ruffling her midriff in a series of sailing strokes. The blue earth pony’s forelegs were still shackled to the bedpost from the nocturnal feeding, leaving Line to have her way with the mare’s enviable exterior. as she explored every contour of her bountiful bosom. The breasts like gumdrops, as the groping grip manipulated the marbled melons with just the right care to tense Shimmer’s temptation tunnel. The teasing springing a storm in her marehood and it was now only a matter of time before her lust had her leaking, as a flustering fire began to trickle through her femininity as her libido was brought to a boil.

“Are you sure? I am seeing her in several places, and I think you wear her pretty well,” teased Line, before giving a strong shunting squeeze to Shimmer’s breasts that twirled through the titty, as if to prove her point upon the rippling slab of salacious flesh. The mare moaning at the abrupt twist to the erogenous extremities before Line locked lips and they got to work burning off the Starlight in the most fun way possible…

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Line treats Shimmer Bolt to a lewd lunch taken directly from Bug's larder. Starlight gave some serious gains and now it is time for the two lovely ladies to enjoy the lewd additions.

A more tame collab between me and Crazy Water ( https://derpibooru.org/profiles/Crazy+Water ) showing the aftermath of a Starlight supper.

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