“The fuck do you mean ‘she’s only a prostitute’? You stick me in a room with a Pegasus bitch and you expect me to, what, fuck her?” Scoffed Line at your idiotic observation, as the mare was clearly miffed by your foolish expectations of lesbian lovemaking over the predictable partaking from the predatory pony. The muffled mewling of the packed-away Pegasus audible through the strained skin as Line spoke, though the engorged equine paid little attention to the fresh mass of marbled mare meat hanging from her misshapen midriff. Line’s shirt hiked up above the shuddering swelling, giving you a clear view of the folded-up female form within, letting you immediately know what happened to the hooker you had hired.

“Fuck her with what? my clit? No, I see this thicc bitch walk in and I’m thinking of food, okay?” Continued Line, as the well-fed earth pony chastised your foolishness for not being able to predict how this obvious outcome could have occurred. Line cradling the squirming lump of her large lunch, before slowly tensing her tummy to easily contain the terrified twitches of her frightened food baby. The contraction of her core causing the bosomy bulge to gain definition, as the mare casually squeezed her shapely snack into submission. The smothering squish of the strong stomach wall compressing the chubby cunt, causing the stowed slut to let out a stifled squeal as the cramped confines of the caustic cavity clamped down to claim its protesting prize.

“I mean, come on! you sent her in, knowing me, with her massive tits, and the meatiest thighs I have ever seen on a Pegasus, she is GOING to be inside my gut in SECONDS.” Resumed Line, spelling out the stupidity of the scenario to you, as her stern stomach sleeve suppressed the struggling spasms of her writhing indulgence. The mare’s mouth salivating slightly. as she remembered the fine flavour of the floozy that had passed over her palate with only a few confident swallows. The sensation of the doughy doxy’s flabby frame succulently slipping down her throat simply divine, and now that her distressed dinner’s dithering had been dealt with, she could enjoy the dominant sensation of her body breaking down the eaten escort.

“B-but Line, it was gonna be my turn with her after you! At least let her out?” you protest, though your eyes were unable to look away from the sexy simulacrum currently swaying from the yellow mare’s bulbous belly. The jack-knifed Pegasus conforming to the claustrophobic caress of the kneading gut, which forced her to curl into a buttery ball of biomass, and reluctantly capitulate to the crushing churns of the dank digestive dungeon. The animated protrusion’s worming already begins to wane after only a single clench, and you knew it would be long before the Pegasus was pumped into just a paunchy potbelly of processing pony protein. Her fate to round out and become flank fat to pad the plot of a better mare, and though the digestive death would be horrific, you would be lying if the thought didn’t make your cock twitch.

“Nope. She’s in here for the rest of her short life, because you promised Food and I was starving.” She shot down with a disinterested look, letting her know her marinating meal was in there for the long haul. The filling feast she had made the effort to gulp down now just adipose to accentuate her assets, and it would be silly of you to think soon to be melted mare as anything else. The mare sticking to her stubborn stance, as there was no way she was going to regurgitate her hard-earned haul of chunky calories, but she could see the disappointment on your face by the ingestive turn of events.

“… but you can fuck me after I hear her last bones pop, and all of the meat she’s been hoarding is mine~” She proposed with a breathy sigh, as though she was sated by her big tittied treat, she didn’t want to see you sad over the price of bumping herself up a couple of breast sizes. The generous gesture not unexpected though, as Line enjoyed a good rutting during digestion, as it helped to mulch the sizzling slop into a more creamy chyme, which was much more agreeable to her sometimes sensitive lower plumbing. Fine, it was not the well-stacked whore you had been expecting, but at least you would be able to play with part of the metabolized mare, albeit on the frame of a more familiar partner.

“...Okay.” you replayed, after mulling the not too difficult choice for a moment. Your smile letting Line know that you forgave her for the silly spat her snarfing had caused, but it didn’t stop her ears tilting slightly when you placed a hand on her hip and gently pulled her closer. A soft smooch cementing the sentiment, as your curious hand began to explore the features of her food through the thin shroud of her silky skin. The gargantuan globes, and tempting tooshie teased by your tracing hand, as the marauding mitt molested the entombed equine in a series of curious gropes. Line cooing in response to the tickling touch, as it renewed the meek movements of her very vocal meal, who even encased tried to escape the assault on her erogenous areas in one last desperate belly dance. The weak wriggles feeling pleasant upon your palm and frisky fingers, as you leaned in and whispered a sweet nothing into Line’s ear, that removed any underlying doubt on your feelings…

“She looks good on you…”


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When you hired a hooker for some frisky fun, you had not expected Line to wolf down the whore instead of shagging her. The peckish partaking of prostitute leaving you without a buxom babe to warm your bed, though on the plus side at least you hadn't paid her yet....

Another fun scenario created as a collab between me and Crazy ( https://derpibooru.org/profiles/Crazy+Water ). This is another foray into Second person writing, only this one is a tad bit more voracious ;)

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