Bwarp!!!

Bug let out a small belch as a little wind escaped through the closing door as her stomach sphincter sealed as her most recent pony passenger settled in to stew. The earth pony giving a smug sigh as she concluded her most recent conquest, as the last echoes of her treat’s tail tickling the throat as it trailed in behind her faded, leaving just the full feeling of a hearty meal resting in her now-massive middle. The excitable seamstress swallowed smoothly as a few short minutes was all it took to turn the former fashion designer into a wriggling lump in Bug’s groaning gut as the pony assumed her new position as lunchmeat.

Bug’s barrel bulging to easily accommodate the shuddering swelling the packed away Pegasus made within its elastic embrace. The speed and ease of the immense ingestion left Bug plenty of time to mull the mewling mare as she wriggled incessantly within her bulbous belly. The pony putting up a pretty good fight, but now that she was already tucked up inside Bug’s growling gut, there was little she could do other than tire out and digest like the delightful dinner she was. Bug having a vague recollection that her lively lunch’s name was Kerfuffle, that the giddy mare had been fast to clarify had a double fffff for the fuff, but such trivia was pointless as it did little to help her easy meal out of her entombed predicament. The perky Pegasus’s quirks lost just like her identity would be as her individuality was liquidated and melded as just another fine layer of flank fat on Bug’s rotund rump.

Bug just leaning back as he enjoyed kerfuffle’s waning struggles as it made her wonder how much larger her lightbulb would be after processing the Pegasus. The paunchy pony’s chubby confidence fading as her gut clamped down on her curled-up chow, as her expression changed from one of pleased contentment, to annoyed irritation to a grimace of discomfort as something sturdy stuck into her stomach lining like a prickly thorn. Her stomach gurgled loudly in complaint as it rolled in a swilling swirl trying to dislodge the leg that seemed to have locked in an odd position so she could properly fold up the mewling mare so that she could be mulched into a meaty broth of curdling chyme so that she was a more workable state for the waiting intestines.

The delay only lasting a few seconds before a smaller bulge visibly separated itself from the main mass of soon to be mushy mare in the straining stomach and began to ascend back up Bug’s throat at an oozing pace. Bug looking more and more uncomfortable as it progressed until the small, mysterious bulge finally finished its meandering climb up her throat as the cause of the disturbance revealed itself to the bloated equine. Bug’s mouth suddenly opening to the trumpeting sound of a massive unquenchable belch that tumbled forth with a drool drenched fake leg guided in brass that proceeded to land on the floor with a dull clatter.

Bug going wide-eyed as she wound herself back in from the explosive eructation, as in her haste to inhale her helping of horse she had not realized the partaken Pegasus had a peg leg. The earth pony just grateful that her trained stomach had been smart enough to segregate it before the indigestible had pushed its way through her piping and painfully taken the back door as it concluded its tumbling tour through Bug’s tight tubing.


Bug’s hoof covering her mouth far too late to catch the gust as she began to giggle, as she gave a slightly underwhelming reaction for such a massive belch. The grey glutton instead simply amused as now that potentially problematic prosthetic had been dealt with her biology could business sluicing her slowly squirming snack…


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It seems its Kerfuffle's turn to curl up and digest, though I don't think Bug expected to burp up the pegamare's prosthetic...

My twenty-seventh sketch from  Silent_E 's patreon.

This sketch as normal coloured by my friend  plaguetyranno

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