A sudden buck from Bifrost forcing a booming belch from the bird, interrupting that train of thought as the packed away Pegasus lashed out with a kick in a futile attempt to find some leverage and push Pinkie off her. The worming wobble doing nothing to deter the encroaching equine, as it dissipating in the darkness harmlessly, as little more than a slight shudder echoing through Silverstream’s swollen stomach. The only thing earned an explosive eruption, as a shower of spittle laced with a solitary frayed feather and a lump of matted mane to burst forth from Silverstream’s beak like repressed rain.

The wet wind hitting Smolder squarely in the face like a soggy slap, causing her to recoil from the bloated bird, as she was caught in the splash zone of the voiding vocalization. The dragoness stepping backwards well with an annoyed look wiped some of the stray saliva from her cheek, as she got her first proper look at Silverstream’s massive midriff. The grinding gut naturally tightening as most of the additional atmosphere that had gone down with the ponies was voided, and it carefully clamped down to secure its quivering quarry within its muscular embrace. The snug sleeve forming a seal upon the drool drenched mares, as digestion began to gear up, eager to turn the pair of ponies into one concise pink pellet that the hippogriff would later hack up to pass discords little pet project.

“Warn me next time….” mumbled slightly irritated Smolder, as she detected a hint of Pinkie pie’s perfume upon the hot breeze, mixed with a scent she assumed was Bifrost’s body wash. The drake ignoring the Burps balm, as she instead inspected the bobbing bulge that Silverstream now found herself beached upon. Smolder easily distinguishing the outlines of the two mares within jostling against each other in an almost jovial jig, as each meek motion distorted the bulbous belly in what to the dragon was a desperate belly dance. The two ponies seeming to be fighting against each other as much as the strained stomach sac containing them, but the dragon knew that the fumbling flurry would fade just like Starlight’s had and they would just be a simmering soup pumping through Silverstream’s intestines when the time came to hand the mares in for marks.

“Sorry… but you know professor Pinkie is full of hot air,” replied Silverstream, as she put a clawed hand upon one of Bifrost’s thrashing legs in an attempt to contain her lively lunch. The hoof jerking against her shackling squeeze, but with no purchase, the pony was powerless to prevent her predator posing her like a doll.


“And Bifrost?” enquired Smolder making note of the other more petite protrusion waggling in the hen’s misshapen middle. The dragon having seen the whole devouring display play out and she was curious as to why the hen had plucked the Pegasus from the ground instead of the presumed Pinkie Pie.

“Extra points, Discord said it was free real estate, whatever that means so I just filled a hole,” replied Silverstream casually, as she explained away the accident with simply gullish gluttony. The Hen taking the moment to force Bifrost’s obtuse leg In-between Pinkie’s thick thighs, which pinched against the twitching limb, so that the mare could rub her mons against the firm flank in an attempt to burn off some excess energy. The earth pony helping the hen to make gains in folding up her fighting food, as her needy nudging helped to suppress the struggling student. The protests of the Pegasus pointless as she slowly sank into Pinkie’s paunch as the mares were mashed together by the mean massage of the gastric wall. The Hippogriff a bad liar and Smolder immediately picked up that it had been accidental, though it did little to diminish the formal’s capacity to carry multiple meals.

“Sure…. Though it looks like you might have overdone it,” replied Smolder with a smile, as she watched Silverstream reach down in an attempt to retrieve her necklace, only to find it out of reach with her gargantuan and still moving gut in the way. The hen’s claws wafting as though she might be able to will the magical trinket into her grasp, but with her snacks refusing to settle she could do nothing but wave her hand ineffectually well trying to contain her practically convulsing chow.

“I might have…. And again sorry about the burp,” confessed Silverstream, her cheeks going red as she sat high and dry upon her immense indulgence as she became self-conscious of exactly how much meat she had consumed. Smolder just rolling her eyes, as she reached down and retrieved the shard of pearl for her floundering friend as there was no way she was moving until her dinner deflated a little. The hen giving a happy nod as she accepted it, as it meant there were no hard feelings about the raunchy gurk she had rudely let rip.

“Don’t sweat it, I would have been more upset if it had come out the other end, as knowing Pinkie it would have contained confetti,” said Smolder with a smile, as she pictured the glittery fart with mild amusement. The joke causing Silverstream to snort at the naughtiness of it, before transitioning into a cheerful cackle as it rustled her funny bone in the euphoria of eating. Smolder joining in a few seconds later as she caved to the contagious chitter with a snicker, as the two shared a moment, leaving the dragon only to wonder where Gallus had gotten to……….


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And with a moist belch all that is left to do is digest the two mares. The prospect of sitting around as they stew significantly more fun with a friend to chat to as your meal melts...

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