When Bug had plopped her plot down in a comfy chair, she had not expected to suddenly find herself accosted by a snooty mare, whose every word seemed to reek with an overbearing condescension. The mare understandably livid, as Ms Harshwhinny had worked hard to earn her private booth at the Equestria Games, so when she had walked in only to find it had been stolen from right under her nose, she was fast to square up to the unexpected usurper with more than a few irritated words.

The grey glutton watching the posh pratt waggle her chin with all manner of haughty words that the grey earth pony barely listened to, as she was more bothered that this hazel bitch had decided to interrupt her day with this overly articulate whining. Bug just rolling her eyes at the noisy nuisance flapping her lips, as the dour devourer could not be arsed dealing with this self-important shrew of a mare in a way anything close to civil negotiation.

The arrogant vocalisations coming out of the smartly dressed equine instantly shifting to a startled squeal, as her carping about Bug stealing her seat instantly shifted to a scared squeak when the peeved predator pounced at the pony patronizing her. The uppity blathering quickly getting on Bug's nerves, and with an annoyed snort, she sprang forward with the goal of ending this one-sided conversation with a loud belch, just like any other inconvenience that rubbed the slate snarfer the wrong way.

The pompous pony taken completely off guard by Bug’s sudden lunge, and a single stern shunt was more than sufficient to push her to the floor in an uncoordinated flop. The mare’s stuck-up brain tilted by the brazen audacity of the act, and by the time she could even think of resisting Bug had pinned the now cowering cunt to the ground with a strong hoof. The mare’s persona clearly put on airs, as with a whimper she began to writhe against Bug’s frog, too weak to escape the equine she had foolishly confronted. The mare thinking herself respected, as the rank of inspector of the Equestria games carried a lot of clout in Canterlot, but to Bug, the proud pony was just another meal.

The soon to be engorged earth pony normally having no qualms wolfing down a mare of this size, but she rather liked the look of the purple blazer her snack was wearing, so with a few fumbling motions Bug began to peel the ensnared equine out of her stylish outfit. Bugs free hoof managing to unbutton the lavender wrapper without much effort, and with a couple of goading tugs, the experienced equine eater soon had her distraught dinner properly stripped. The now naked mare squirming uncontrollably, indignant of being exposed by such a rude ruffian, though her feelings did little to stop Bug from creating a messy pile of her now crumpled clothing. The blazer soon joined by a white shirt, a silky scarf, and a few glistening items of gold jewellery, including a pair of amethyst earrings that took Bug longer than she would have wanted to extract from her meeping meal’s shivering ears.

The peckish pony’s patience paying off though, and leaning in she gave the few confident swallows needed to safely tuck the troublesome twat away in her tummy, as her little outburst had been more than enough to earn her relegation to a lump of lunch meat. The fidgeting mare oozing down the oesophagus with each audible gulp, as in a matter of moments the entire equine was bunched up into a ball of bucking female flesh within Bug’s now swaying stomach. Bug’s gut giving a couple of assertive clenches as she forced the disorientated helping of mare meat into a tight fetal position, so that she couldn’t cause any more bother in the short time it would take the mardy mare to metabolize her.

The protesting protrusion quivering against her predicament, but Bug just ignored the weak tantrum twitching within her, as she had more important things to worry about than the opinions of food. Bug rubbing her bulging barrel, as churning core got to work on rendering the ingested mare down into a meaty mush of processing pony protein. The only real activity being a few timid trembles, intermixed with flavourful burps, that reminded Bug of the expensive perfume her now simmering snack had been wearing. A hint of mandarin rolling on her tongue with a juicy aftertaste, though Bug could not place the brand, as the unfamiliar tang blended too well with her filling feast’s natural musk to properly place the palatable seasonings origin.

Bug’s hoof tip tracing the fading features dissolving in her stomach, as she watched the events in the field below, allowing her body to get to work her sizable snack down into a creamy chyme of bubbling biomass. Her unplanned lunch soon growing rather liquid, as the hunk of horseflesh was replaced by a fizzling fluid of active acid and lysing enzymes. The sloshing swell rapidly smoothing out, as bit by bit, even stubborn bones began to break under the relentless onslaught of Bug’s efficient biology. Ms Harshwhinny’s final spasm going unnoticed by her preoccupied predator, as with a mewling mumble she died in the dim depths of Bug’s digestive tract, allowing her to complete her conversion to just another clump of calories that would soon be padding the grey glutton’s already plump plot.

It was only when the events ended for the day did Bug rise from her chair that a few chugs had cemented her claim on. The mare’s distended barrel sagging in response to her standing up, as her shift in stance cause Bug’s now molten meal of mare meat list downwards to create a prominent protrusion below the well-fed mare. Her gut letting out a grumbling gurgle as the sizzling stew settled into its new position, which Bug helped to ease with a few tender prods from her well-practised hooves. The soft squish as she pressed into her stomach revealing only a few lingering nubs of shattered bone, informing Bug that her pulped passenger was processing nicely.

Bug taking a moment to gauge her centre of gravity, as the paunchy pony knew she was currently carrying for two, but for the prolific predator a single mare bloating her belly was no problem and she didn’t even wobble as she took her first sauntering steps. The earth pony letting out a moist burp, before she eagerly reached down to retrieve discarded garments still resting in a messy pile on the carpet. The act of actually donning the upmarket attire proving a little tricky though, as though the blazer fit Bug’s voluptuous figure snuggly, the earth pony found herself unable to button it up, on account of its previous owner currently being a misshapen mass in the earth pony’s swollen midriff.

The extra weight not really bothering Bug, as she knew a good night’s sleep was all it would take to convert the thick slurry down into just another curvaceous layer of fat on her flank. A glance in the mirror hung over the self-serve bar letting her know she wore it well, allowing Bug to experiment with a few flirtatious poses, as she inspected how the expensive fabric flowed over her buxom body with each teasing movement. The earth pony happy with her gains she was seeing in her reflection, so with a waddling gait, she casually made her way to the exit, blissfully ignorant to the identity of the sustenance soup currently glorping in her gargantuan gut…….


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When Ms Harshwhinny went to her private booth at the Equestria games she did not expect to see a moody looking mares sitting in her seat. The irritated inspector swift to confront the grey earth pony, which she found out a few moments later might have been a mistake....

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