“Rise and shine sleepy head, it's nearly time for Discord to mark our predatory performance,” chirped an enthusiastic voice, that was as laced with a barely controlled giddy excitement. The words growing a little high strung at the end of the sentence, as the apprehension of the looming examination slightly tempered the otherwise cheery words with a nervous chill. The noise in combination with the nudges to his bulging belly enough to stir the groggy griffon from his stuffed stupor.

Gallus letting out a tired grumble as he was roused from a lucid dream brought on by the luxury lunchmeat currently pulsing through his packed plumbing. Rarity little more than a runny residue filtering through his bowels, though for the time being the majority of her melted meat still remained as a sizable swelling in his strained stomach. It was this smooth sphere that found itself under attack by the persistent prodding, even as the overloaded organ urged the gorged griffon to doze back off so that he could finish processing his pulped pony prey.

Gallus taking a moment before he capitulated to the commotion and with an inconvenienced groan, he opened his eyes to find the blurry claws of a familiar friend resting against his misshapen midsection, letting him know exactly what bubbly bird had interrupted his nap. His vision cloudy at first, but even with his normally sharp vision dulled, Gallus instantly recognized Silverstream’s pale magenta plumage, as the hen tried to gently shake him awake with her clawed hands with an elated glee. Gallus giving a couple of lethargic blinks to clear his fuzzy sight only to be met by the scrutinizing eyes of his peppy classmate. The hippogriff’s eyes scanning over his midriff, as her quick visual inspection was more than enough to let her know Rarity had been troublesome going down.

The griffon before her naturally attempting to perform the simple task of clearing his eyes of sleep, only for him to abruptly wince, as the myriad of bruises, scratches and burns painting his body suddenly felt a whole lot worse than they looked. The collection of superficial injuries combining into an aching sting, that started to hurt the moment Gallus attempted to move, as he no longer had adrenalin to dampen the countless shallow wounds the feisty fashionista had dealt him in the frightened fight before she was forced down his throbbing throat as nothing more than fidgeting food. The soupy stew that was his spirited seamstress snack barely registering in the bird’s brain, as his attention was instead drawn to the threshold that had opened where the magically manifested mirror had once sat.

A shimmering portal of chaotic magic now sitting in place of the reflective silver surface, creating a tear in space that crackled with a certain draconequus’s signature sorcery. The colours around the twinkling threshold in constant flux, that cast a soft glow in the vicinity of the rip in reality, that was strangely reminiscent of the auroras of the crystal empire. The griffon ignoring the pretty sight though, as he was much more interested in the happy and well-fed faces smiling at him through the glittering gateway. Smolder, Sandbar and Yona offering grins and welcoming waves on the other side of the distorted doorway, as they warmly received their battle fattened griffon chum. Gallus looking at each in kind, well returning the grin, as he noticed that the enchanted egress seemed to lead to what looked like the hallway to former Headmare, Twilight Sparkle's main office. Discord doubtless waiting for them within the once organized space, as he doubtless wanted to properly evaluate each of the competing creature’s consumptive capabilities, to whatever demented mark scheme he had devised for this gulping game of his.

"Great tail feathers, Gallus! You look terrible!" exclaimed Silverstream in a cheeping tone, as the inquisitive hippogriff took a better look at how badly Rarity had roughed up her battered buddy, before he had been able to gulp the struggling stylist down. The observant outburst pink hippogriff snapping Gallus’s wandering mind back onto the jolly avian, as he could not help but notice that she appeared noticeably chunkier than the last time they had spoken. The paunchy padding hanging beneath Silverstream’s normally svelte figure, as a swaying potbelly that jiggled slightly as the gal gleefully gabbed. Gallus vaguely aware the hungry hippogriff had planned on partaking in Pinkie during this eating exercise, though from a simple look it was clear that the fresh layer of flab cladding Silverstream’s plump physique was way more than what would be reasonably provided by a single mare meal, unless Professor Pie was actually far heavier than her candy and cupcake diet would let on.

The sight honestly rather jarring for Gallus, as he had never expected to see the lithe sea eagle’s aerodynamic frame distorted by doughy dinner. The additions from the tubby teacher impressive, but the jubbly layer of accentuating adipose padding Silverstream’s plot paled in comparison to how fattening Ocellus’s Fluttershy feast had been for the diminutive bug. The chubby changeling chitinous rear straining to keep her bountiful blubber in check, as every step caused her bulbous belly to swing and slosh with whatever Fluttershy’s rotund rump couldn’t bless her beyond packed predator with. The insect’s guts seeming to have done a good job converting the timid teacher into calories, but by the look of things, it had not been smooth sailing once Gallus had darted off to seize his second serving of horse meat. Ocellus seeming to have some injuries of her own, as even from a distance Gallus could see her cracked carapace, and the spiders web of hairline fractures running over the shapeshifter’s abused neck plate. The damage making Gallus wonder if Fluttershy had had second thoughts mid-way through ingestion and decided that she would put up a fight like Rarity had in her final moments before transforming from a person to just a protesting package of protein. The griffon sure he would hear the story from the bookworm eventually, as they would inevitably end up bonding over the exaggerated accounts of their stubborn meal’s last defiant bucks, before a strong swallow slotted their squirming snacks safely within their sweltering stomachs.

"You better have done your schoolwork, Gallus. I don’t think my waistline could handle bailing you out of this one,” teased Ocellus playfully through a split grin, that she tried to suppress, as the bug bemused herself with her own joke.

"I somehow think that won't be a problem, Ocellus. When Gallus is motivated, he tends to overachieve and judging by the size of that belly…" Sandbar said, giving his griffon pal a wink, as he noticed the still gurgling bulge that Rarity had made. His green eyes gliding over the swollen sphere impressed by the capacity of his companion, as unlike Yona and her thick coat of fur, he could clearly see how the Griffon’s body had distended to accommodate his pony prey. The stallion just glad they were friends, as he had little doubts, that he, or anyone bar Yona for that matter, would fit snuggly in the griffon’s gut if he felt so inclined to a livelier lunch than the normal canteen fare. The thought enough to make Sandbar a little jealous, as there was no way he would ever be capable of cramming down a pony-sized portion, leaving him to just watch and help if necessary, as he was sure an extra set of hooves would help make any swallowing easier.

"Mmm, it’s almost as big as a yak belly!" Chimed in Yona in her normal blunt fashion, before wrapping her muscular foreleg around her little pony in a crushing hug. The sudden intimacy from the boisterous bovine causing Sandbar to immediately blush, as he was distracted by her wiry caress rustling reassuringly against his cheek. Gallus staring at her sceptically, as he had no idea what she was talking about, because at a glance it looked like the yak had not put on a single ounce of professor pudge. The griffon cocking a curious eyebrow, as he tried to work out if the straightforward cow was exaggerating…. Then again, there might have been a slight bulge there, or it was just Yona’s thick fur matting down on that particular part of her naturally broad belly. Smolder seemed to share the same sentiment, as the dragoness’s eyes naturally honed for gauging the quality of gemstones, she silently examined the yak for any sign of possible weight gain beneath the shaggy pelt. The dragon casually patting the large lump generously centred in the middle of her scaled belly, where the compacted remnants of Starlight stretched her scutes with a pleasant firmness, giving her a tangible reminder that she was going to pass this carnivorous course with flying colours.

"Look, we have all packed down at least one pony…” started Smolder, before casting a weird look at Sandbar as she reminded herself mid-sentence that the earth pony was lacking the same suspicious swell as his stuffed companions.

“…. Regardless, I think we should go see the new substitute headmare in his office and get our grade, I’m pretty sure this pony is going to net me a solid ‘A’,” Smolder continued confidently, before jiggling her misproportioned midriff, which wobbled like a distressed jello. The slight waggling movement disturbing the molten mush within, causing some of the loitering gastric gas to escape up the throat as a small burp, that vented into the room as a visible lick of flame.

“Yeah… sooner I turn this slush in, the sooner I can get rid of her annoying deadweight,” agreed Gallus, before a slight wobble he rose to his feet, not much bothered by his new centre of gravity brought on by his bubbling bitch ballast. Smolder’s words reigniting the competition within the gluttonous blue griffon with a single spark, as now he wanted to know how much the now liquid lady was worth for all his troubles tucking her away. A murmur of agreement chiming through the group, and with that the students started their waddling walk, nattering between each other in anticipation for what was to come next, as they were all beyond curious where they sat in a god’s grade point average….


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After a short snooze, Gallus finds himself awakened by a smiling Silverstream, as the griffon finds himself surrounded by his full friends, all eager to get their grades for their consumptive conquests...

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