Fluttershy unable to stop herself wincing as she witnessed Rarity’s gymnastic gamble end with the wet clap against the carpet. The thin veil of padded material doing little to dampen the impact against the well-polished marble beneath with a meaty splat. The stumbling summersault seemingly going in slow motion, as Fluttershy had a slurping front row seat to Gallus’s streamlined swallowing as it took a painful turn for the worse in a fumbled flip. The empathetic equine instinctually cringing as she practically felt the fibrous sound that rang out, as Rarity brutally brought down the brunt of her weight on the bewildered bird’s brainbox.

It might not have been intentional, but it looked like it hurt as though Rarity was not the kind of mare to vainly flaunt her figure, the pony’s photogenic plot nevertheless came down like a hammer. The sight an unexpected upset, as the Pegasus had expected to see her fashionable friend to go down smooth, only to be surprised as Gallus was left sprawled out on the floor in a twitching heap. The bludgeoning bump leaving the bird on his back, seemingly stupefied as he made no tangible attempt to prevent his lunch from limping her way back up his wheezing throat. A few weak worming waggles from her shapely rump enough for the half-eaten equine to extract herself from her saliva soaked sheathe.

Fluttershy watching with a morbid fascination as she saw Rarity slide free with a soggy shlorp. The mare’s purple mane an utter mess, as her stylish swirl was matted down with an oozing glazing of spittle that had soaked into her fur during her short stint in the gullet’s grasp. The mare’s blue eyes bloodshot and stinging, as her formerly majestic mascara was flowing freely down her face like black tears, almost as if in mourning for her ravaged hairstyle turned rat’s nest. The mare looking half-drowned, as she immediately began to daintily cough the moment her head had slipped free of the overbearing shawl of the oesophagus. She felt simply awful, her soaking body drenched in drool, leaving a clammy chafe to creep over her ruined fur as though she had been caught in the chilling downpour of unexpected autumn rain.

The mare needing a moment after her regurgitated rebirth, her body buzzing with the silent surge of adrenalin, offering a queer sensation to the luxury lavished unicorn. The mare normally carrying herself with meticulous manners and couth talking points, but for the first time in her comfortable life, she was being carried forward by instinct alone. Rarity re-entering the world gasping, as she took in the fresh air like it was free, the motions floundering, half lost in a euphoric daze as endorphins engaged with the equine’s system in a manner she rarely felt. The damp designer unused to this empowered sensation as years in a coddled cosmopolitan career rarely put the mare in much meaningful danger. A manticore here, or a hydra there not comparing to the sensation of actually slipping down the chugging chute of some creatures overly grabby gullet as little more than a mare-sized meal. the ghastly fate of being reduced to food leaving Rarity sick to her stomach, as the butterflies within her bumbled about in a bucking ballet.

The mare feeling faint, the pulse of her heaving heart hammering in her frogs with a dull throb as on shaky legs she staggered to her hooves. The seamstress struggling to find her bearing, her normally mannered motions lethargic and clumsy, as a shellshocked look of utmost confusion painted on her face like a flabbergasted mask. The mare just standing there for a second, seemingly in shock, as the transition from the thrall of the throat had proven too jarring for the unicorn, leaving the quick-thinking socialite to stall.

Rarity freezing where she stood, as she blankly looked out into space. The mentally overwhelmed mare standing over groaning griffon who had tried to gobble her down like a mare MRE, the pony not sure how to progress as her nostrils flared with each panicked breath. She honestly didn’t think she would get this far, her brain not catching up with her actions, as she had just crawled up a throat like a broken bird on its belly. The dribble dunked mare beginning to shiver as the tepid fluid coating her fur began to cool, as the true extent of the uncivilized affair began to permeate into the hysterical horse like a horrifying high. The mare like a deer in the headlights as to her dismay the situation only grew more dire, as a familiar voice rang out in the overstimulating carnage of consumption.

“Gallus are you okay?” Fluttershy breaking the silence with her normal compassionate tone, though the words cut into Rarity like a razor blade as the velvety cadence whistled through her ears. If it were anypony else Rarity would have assumed it was a condescending joke, but Fluttershy’s words seemed saturated with genuine concern. The element of kindness seemingly more worried about the wellbeing of the griffon that had just tried to devour her friend than the equine earmarked to be eaten.

The Pegasus oddly calm about her swallowing situation, as she didn’t seem to bear any mind to the struggling hrks emanating from below the soft-spoken equine. The speed at which she was being snarfed seemingly at a standstill, as her lower body could be seen as a dull silhouette visibly distorting Ocellus’s straining shell. The changeling struggling as try as she might she was simply unable to overcome Fluttershy’s bubbly buttocks and breech the derrière dam and finally shift her dumpy dinner.

The Pegasus so engrossed with the sorry scene before her that she barely noticed the frantic probs and pats bumbling against her hips as Ocellus desperately tried to clear her congested airway. The paunchy Pegasus up to her hips in a choking changeling, causing a sweat to glisten on her exoskeleton as she struggled fruitlessly to claim Fluttershy’s chubby cutiemarks. Ocellus’s hooves hammering harmlessly at her engorged neck, as she attempted to overcome Fluttershy’s daunting figure, but even when trying every possible technique the thicc thighs failed to budge. Her predator unable to make any progress packing down the pudgy Pegamare’s plump plot, as the Curvaceous circumference of the butter butt simply didn’t slot into place with a smooth slithering slurp.

The passive Pegasus somehow problematic prey, but with a final shove, the titanic tooshie began to transition over Ocellus’s trembling lips. Her book smarts doing her no well as the actual experience of eating an equine proved much more difficult in the field, though in truth the changeling could have picked a less meaty morsel for her first dining experience. Fluttershy seemingly oblivious to her predator’s plight, as she just assumed Ocellus was enjoying the doughy delight of her round rump and had decided to take her time to fully savour the succulent sitzfleisch. The Pegasus assuming the changeling would have just transformed into some menacing monster if she wanted to inhale her in the most efficient manner possible, as Fluttershy failed to realize Discord’s magic removed the magical response to end this suffocating standoff.

Rarity glancing at her friend in utmost disbelief, as the white unicorn grew another shade paler upon the revelation that her friend was going to be of no help in this fight against the food chain. The mare not even mulling it, her stunned state evaporating as like a gunshot it caused her to frantically flee. She had the sense to know there was no way she could possibly come out on top with two predators’, even if one was packed to the brim with Pegasus protein, and as such she beat a hasty retreat. Rarity immediately breaking into a sprint, as though she reviled getting sweaty, it would do little to compound the disorderly disarray of her current appearance, as at this point her look couldn’t get much worse.

Gallus seeming to sense his extra marks making her escape, as he ungracefully rose from the ground, clutching his temple as he waited for the stars to vanish from his concussed eyes. the griffon’s head pounding with the mother of all migraines, as he mumbled obscenities well clutching his skull as if that might soothe his bruised brain. The hawk looking hammered, but he knew he still had a job to do and looking up he caught a glimmer of Rarity’s shapely arse absconding to the clatter of galloping hooves. Drips of drool drizzling off her shoulders and mane as she ran, as the oily rivulets rolled off her body with each step, misting the ground in the mare’s wake with a sheen of spit.

The annoyed look on Gallus’s face speaking more than a thousand obscenities as he watched its prey prancing away from his failed hunt. She wouldn’t get far, the griffon was faster, if it was Rainbow Dash, she might have outrun him, but Rarity was a sissy stylist and was kidding herself if this little run would do anything to delay the inevitable. This little run more than likely the most exertion she had done in a week, as based on her classes the professor much preferred to spend her time sowing than doing something more physically demanding. He didn’t care if the bitch bolted, he would catch her, and then he would make her pay for her insolence as prey didn’t get the right to have the audacity of denying his appetite….


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Rarity somehow gained the upper hoof on her adversary, but to her disdain is seems Fluttershy has already casually capitulated to being consumed. This shocking turn of events forcing the unicorn to beat a hasty retreat to find help, lest she also end up being snarfed by one of her students...

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