“Ugh… you’re barely even worth me filing your termination paperwork,” grumbled Ashen Light, as she glanced over the paperwork her unwilling passenger had failed to fill out correctly. The sheer incompetence irritating the business-orientated mare, who slowly stroked her swollen stomach as she read, earning a suppressed squirm from the stacked snack stewing beneath the strained skin. The annoyed mare ignoring the weak wriggling from her misshapen midriff, as apart from a slight sway the lively lump failed to muster anything worthy of Ashen’s valuable attention.

The mare just calmly cradling the convulsing complaints, as to her horror the bloated boss found her schedule in complete shambles, further amplifying her already miffed mood through the sheer incompetence of the now ingested intern. Ashen shuffling slightly in her seat, as she allowed the swell of her stomach to sag snugly between her toned thighs, so her heavy meal could sit more comfortably well she rectified the mare’s many mistakes. A disgusted Ashen finding her normally concise calendar in need of a complete replanning, as just from a brief gander the irked equine found four conflicting appointments.

Ashen’s casually caressing the buxom bulge bunched up within her belly, as her hand traced the curvy outline of her unplanned lunch, well she thought about how she would manage the monster of a mess she had just been dealt. Her skirting fingers finding every feature of the eaten equine’s body easily discernible through her ruffled fur, as her body did nothing to hide the shuddering swelling that was the bust mare currently resting in her middle. The females filled-out figure settling into a folded fetal position, as her plump physique was forced to conform to the cramped grasp of the kneading gut.

The massaging motions of the churning cavity spurring the stowed equine to struggle, though this was far from the first time the overbearing organ had been forced to deal with complaining cargo, and it preemptible clamped down to contain the thrashing of any potential tummy tantrum. The skin-tight seal of the stomach serving its purpose, and by the time the tucked away food decided to try and fight back, all it amounted to was nothing more than a fidgeting twitch that did little to help her escape the claustrophobic cavity’s smothering squeeze. Ashen indifferent to the supple serving of mewling mare meat seething within her, as the ample equine would not be having this one-sided discussion about digestion with her stomach if she had been good at her job.

The CEO not catching the name of the curvaceous calories she had bolted down, and at this point, it didn’t matter, as regardless of how much wobbling waistline grovelled and begged, the inhaled intern was now earmarked to be integrated into management. The mare just letting out a steady stream of muffled meeps, that thrummed pleasantly against Ashen’s tender innards, though the irritatingly high pitch of the confused vocalizations somewhat diminished the executive’s enjoyment of the doughy delight simmering in her soon to be spherical stomach. A paunchy potbelly all that would mark the end of her career as usable calories, before her more useless components would be leaving the company through the sewers like so many failures before her.

“You interns always disappoint, can’t even taste right,” chided Ashen, mulling the lingering flavour of her feminine feast, before she continued reading over the poorly completed form her now marinating meal had hopelessly failed at filling out. Ashen just letting out an inconvenienced sigh, as she tapped her scuppered schedule against the writhing rise of her meals head like the shivering skull was an impromptu table. The cringing cranium nestled neatly in the cosy cleft of the CEO’s chubby cleavage, leaving the already compressed mare unable to retreat from the contact, leaving her to flounder in place, as Ashen exerted her complete control over her consumed co-worker’s bundled-up body.

The engorged earth pony just continuing to rub her protruding midsection, as she pushed her prey into the most passive position possible with a series of well-practised goading prods. During this Ashen noticed the opulent rise of the mare’s rack, which pressed out like a plush pair of molestable melons that were begging for an unprofessional squeeze. Instead though, the peeved pony just brushed over the gargantuan glands, as Ashen was too mad at the mare to properly enjoy the eaten equine who was now destined to dissolve into a sloshing soup in her stomach. The pathetic protests of her prey little more than a bumbling battle, as that was all the mare could muster in her feeble attempt to stave off the inevitable.

The shameful display displeasing for Ashen, as she found the swallowed member of staff’s reaction improper from what she demanded from her eaten employees. The proficient predator expecting her processing prey to take their firing and subsequent digestion with some modicum of dignity but with this mare, all she had gotten was tears and a bothersome bucking from a spasming survival instinct. Not that it was of much importance in the long run, and soon enough the equine would be accentuating Ashen’s already busty body, as a fresh layer of ogleable fat, that would pad out her already voluptuous contours with her gluttonous gains. The filling female sure to leave Ashen’s attractive assets more eye-catching, though bumping her up a dress size or two did little to detract or forgive the infuriating transgression that had led to the new hire being devoured.

This train of thought momentarily derailed, as Ashen professionally cupped a brisk belch in her hand, that was suddenly shaken loose by the whining woman’s worming. The small burp politely restrained, as some of the excess air her buttery banquet had smuggled into the steamy stomach made itself known with a moist gust of tart gastric gas. Ashen rolling the bubble of bitter breath on her tongue, as it reminded her of the bland taste of the last partaking of pony to pass over her normally picky palate. The sated mare letting out the wet wind as a thoughtful mumble, before adjusting her glasses and picking up her fountain pen so that she could begin filling out the necessary paperwork to say the services of the mass of female flesh sizzling in her stomach would no longer be required…..


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Usually Ashen Light's company runs like clockwork, but every so often she has to enact some digestive discipline to more unproductive members of staff. In this case, she had to deal with an intern who was as incompetent as she was ingestable...

Another more business orientated scenario for this collab between me and Crazy ( https://derpibooru.org/profiles/Crazy+Water ). This one featuring Amity's OC Ashen Light, a no-nonsense CEO who knows how to root out the useless elements in her office with a few confident swallows.

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