“Rarity?! Where is she?” groaned Gallus in a low guttural growl, as he lost his balance and rolled onto his haunches drunken by the disorientation still rattling through his brain box. the stars skirting his vision refusing to settle leaving the normally spry falcon back on his rump as his pre-emptive attempt to stand failed. Gallus’s eyes took a moment to focus, as he was not sure if the white blur running away was some hallucination from his hit to the head or his supposed mare meal making herself scarce.

His hand tracing down his tummy as if to subconsciously check if this was a bad dream and he had in fact successfully swallowed the stylist with a pat test. His searching stroke not finding the squirming swelling he sought, instead all it yielded was the turgid mass of Twilight’s hair and hooves pressing back as a tightly packed pellet of processed princess. The morbid mass of indigestibles pushing reassuringly against his palm, informing him that at least he had not hocked up the Headmare’s leavings in the startled struggle. The wet wad of ruined fur and feathers still sitting securely in his stomach ready for grading, allowing him to turn his attention back to consuming his extra credit.

“Rarity?!” he reiterated, the hate tangible on his voice as the flailing fashionista’s damaging defiance had successfully pissed him off. The hot-headed griffon’s blood boiling as he turned to a flustered Fluttershy and the changeling struggling to snarf her with a bone-chilling glare. Both mare’s helpful hooves swift to point in the direction the delectable damsel had darted in, as they had the sense not to argue with the enraged energy emanating off the ego bruised griffon. Fluttershy’s hoof much calmer than her puffing predator, whose struggling hoof was shaking weakly as she wheezed around the plush pegamare posterior currently plugging her oral orifice. The plump plot refusing to go down smoothly, and even with a bit of movement and gravity on her side Ocellus still found herself stalled out and huffing against Fluttershy’s fatty flanks as they agonizingly oozed down her gagging gullet.

Ocellus feeling her treat’s tush begin to trickle down her throat, albeit at a much slower pace than the changeling would have preferred. The choking changeling’s hoof rapidly returning to rubbing her neck in a fruitless attempt to expedite the ingestion. Fluttershy misinterpreting this as with a soft sigh she neatly pushed her forehooves into the dip of her groin, as she attempted to assume what she perceived as a more streamlined stance for her digestive departure. The hooves slotting in snuggly with a wet slurp, as the mare shuffled her hooves into the elastic expanse as though she was putting on a pair of peristaltic dinner gloves. The equine’s limited experience in being eaten with Discord teaching her that this was the best way to go down as it would allow her to easily curl up comfortably in the cosy caress of the swaddling stomach.

For Ocellus though, all this meant was more meat being jammed into the threshold of her throat, and the bloated beetle had to endure her body billowing to accommodate the intrusive frogs as they burrowed down her blossoming gullet. The invasive action immediate distracting the changeling from her friend’s head pounding predicament, as she now had a more pressing dilemma with her own dinner. Ocellus slacking off for a moment panting, as she leaned on the cool marble wall behind her for some much-needed support, as she tried to collect herself sufficiently to complete this consumption. Her head tilting back as she ruminated, it had all looked so easy in the book she had read, but now she was having second doubts and simply wished she could use her magic to assume the persona of a large predator and wolf her pudgy professor down with a few cool and confident swallows. She had to persevere though, what had Professor Rainbow Dash said, “Sometimes you just have to push on through,” the words ringing in the Bug’s brain before she renewed her swallows as she committed to the consumption with an entrenched tenacity.

Ocellus spacing out slightly between each oscillation of the oesophagus as her thoughts grew lucid, as she attempted to talk herself up in to fully taking the teacher who’s tempting tooshie was currently throttling her. Her body burning slightly as anaerobic respiration kicked in, as the changeling’s insectoid frame continued to struggle to properly ventilate with Fluttershy’s rotund rump forcefully restricting her airway. The bookworm unable to squash the luscious butter bum flush, leaving her lightheaded as she sporadically sucked in the air as if she were breathing through a straw. Her line of sight now completely shrouded by the succulent slabs, before with a guttural gulp she finally vaulted the flabby flanks and could enjoy the brief reprieve that was the tapering of the mare’s waist.

The changeling taking in the next breath like it was pure gold, as she haggardly bobbed at the hard-won halfway point. The whole struggle only taking a few seconds, but to her, she had just spent an eternity eating Fluttershy’s filled-out flank. But now with the Pegasus’s chubby cutiemarks successfully sheathed in the secure grip tight throat Ocellus hoped it was all downhill from here. The exhausted shapeshifter slumping against the wall laced in the euphoria of triumph as she took a deep breath and prepared to continue the consumption. The changeling’s entire world now focussed on the task of tucking what was left of Fluttershy away in her stomach to stew.

Because of this, she failed to notice Gallus bound to his feet, as though the griffon was possessed by some primal predator instinct in his desire to punish the unicunt for her thumping transgression. Fluttershy watching him fan his wings majestically before with a bursting bound, he took to the wind like a bolt of lightning hot on the heels of his drama queen quarry. A single cerulean feather wafting to the floor in his wake as he careened forward like a comet rapidly making up for lost ground as he engaged in a predatory pursuit. The feline flier leaving nasty gashes in the carpet with his haste, as in the stressful spurt his tensing talons tore shredded the silky rug as he recklessly flung himself forward.

Fluttershy just giving a look of complete awe, as she watched the bird barrel away as a blue blur, leaving Ocellus and her alone to complete their congested swallowing session in peace….


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Rarity has made a runner, though just from that look i can tell Gallus wont let her get far...

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