“You see that maid?” asked Bug, pointing her hoof at a red unicorn mare who was busy diligently dusting a rather regal looking white marble fireplace. The mare catching Bug’s keen eye, even as she tried her best to remain quiet and unseen well discreetly carrying out her cleaning duties according to her etiquette heavy training. The mare clearly humming a tune in her head, as she happily worked her way along the mantlepiece with a series of feathery flourishes. The twirling pirouettes polishing the alabaster façade to a sheen, as the industrious equine ensured that every inch of the impressive inglenook was completely spotless and free of any squatting spiders. The pony only stopping her well-practised sweeping motions to periodically brush off a fleck of dust that had settled on her pristine uniform, as even with the dirty job, the meticulous mare tried her best to remain prim and proper.

“Uh… I guess, what about her?” replied Nessy, as the earth pony saw nothing odd about seeing a maid running through her responsibilities in the royal palace. The sight of the hired help making sure everything was so spick and span so normal in fact, that Nessy had not even noticed the pony was there until Bug had gestured at her.

“Oh, nothing much, just thinking she would look better as a bulge in your belly,” remarked Bug casually, as a sly smirk snuck its way onto the slate snarfer’s snout. The way Bug bluntly expressed her brazen ingestive idea taking her now concerned companion off guard, as up until this point the normally predatory pony had been uncharacteristically professional during their business visit to Canterlot. Because of this, it took a moment for Nessy to register and then compose a skittish reply to Bug’s sudden slurping suggestion, as the laidback mare was not sure she could commit to such an audacious consumption.

“But Bug isn’t that a bit rude? We are guests here after all, and I would rather not end up in the dungeon like last time,” responded an unsure Nessy, as it seemed improper to interrupt the mare who seemed quite content with her cleaning. Bug just snorting at her friend’s hesitance, as she remembered the absolute bender the disinclined friend was referring to, which to the dour devourer had been a pretty quiet night based on the body count.

“I wouldn’t worry about it, I have had her before, she is a wriggler, but not so hard to gulp down once you start swallowing,” reassured Bug, as she vaguely recalled the unicorn’s name was Red Ribbons based on the complaint she had received from housekeeping after clogging a toilet with the digested domestic.

“I’m not sure… won’t the guards try and stop me,” replied Nessy reluctantly, as she knew better than to take Bug’s word due to past engulfing experiences. Bug just giving her a comforting nudge, and rolled her eyes, as it was not like Nessy to be so bashful about partaking in a perfectly good pony.

“What about them… I am in the mood for a late lunch…” joked Bug, as she goaded her companion ever closer to indulging in a good old-fashioned grab and gulp.
“…. And if she puts up a fight, I will be right here to give you a hoof in helping her along,” continued Bug with a suggestive whisper, though the pony was positive that the mare at her side would need no help in taking such a prissy prey item.

“O... Okay, but won't we get in trouble?” questioned Nessy, still not quite believing Bug, as the equine was known to exaggerate, especially during a sales pitch.

“Nah… they will just put it on my tab like last time,” remarked Bug, shaking her head slightly as if to shirk any lingering doubts with her self-assured body language. The corners of the mare’s lip peaking up into a smile, as though a funny thought had roosted in her brain, before she made one final comment.

“Besides she doesn’t taste of starch like the majority of servants I have snacked on, so go have some fun, trust me you will enjoy her…” Elaborated the moody mare, before giving Nessy a tap on the rump to get her going, regardless of her cold feet on the matter. Bug just grinning as she watched her friend awkwardly approach the unicorn, who was blissfully unaware of her looming fate as food. The mare barely having a chance to react, as with a startled yelp from the alarmed equine, Nessy lunged forward, mouth agape to claim her disorientated quarry. The scream instantly stifled by the smacking of hungry lips, as just from a glance Bug knew that no assistance would be needed.

Nessy seeming more than capable of packing away the posh pony, as with a strong series of contracting chugs the earth pony began to bolt down her mewling mare morsel. The maid dropping her duster with a clatter, as she let out all manner of muffled shrieks, though the panicked protests seemed to do nothing to stop her from rapidly vanishing into the gaping grasp of the gullet that had opened up over her whining muzzle. The palpitating oscillations of the oesophagus gliding over the meeping maid, as bit by bit the unwilling equine was threaded into the throbbing threshold of the tight throat. Bug’s eyes watching the squirming shape of the bucking mare visibly distort Nessy’s neck, creating a sizable swelling that gradually glided into the soon to be engorged equine.

The earth pony making the eating look easy, as regardless of how much Red wormed, she just continued to glide into Nessy’s gob as a compliant clump of confused chevaline. The female putting up a frightened fight like Bug had said, but all the thrashing did little to stop the unicorn’s head from slipping past Nessy’s tonsils, as with an audible sequence of wet swallows Nessy eased her way over the maid’s shivering shoulders. The mare’s distraught dinner trying to push back with her forelegs, as she hectically floundered against the damp maw creeping over her, only for a strong shunt to bundle the waggling limbs to her belly, before they succulently trundled over Nessy’s lapping tongue.

The subtle hints of cherry and cinnamon that made up the mare’s natural flavour mixing well with the salt of her sweat, causing Nessy to purr slightly in response to the palate-pleasing stimuli. The mare taking the maid as simply as one might drink a glass of water, as Nessy tilted her head back and just allowed the fidgeting female flesh to flow into her accommodating embrace with only a few bobbing nods. The use of gravity to assist the feeding meant that soon Nessy’s lips were coasting over Red’s twitching cutiemarks, giving Bug a good look at the mare’s blinking brown eye and quivering quim before with a squishing clap the buttery buttocks juicily squished together under the groping pressure of the glugging gullet. The chubby cheeks pinching the pony’s private parts as they closed, causing the mare to jitter out a clumsy jerk before capsizing into the rolling chute of the yawning oesophagus.

Red’s spread legs gradually coming together as her terminal transition to being tucked up in Nessy’s tummy played out. The waving limbs begrudgingly straightening, and with a few lunging gulps all that remained of the maid was a pair of twitching hooves desperately looking for a grip on the teeth the entire equine was teetering off. A roll of the throat and a forceful clench of the peristaltic piping more than enough to cap off the consumption, as Nessy’s pearly whites clicked neatly together sealing her snack safely within her swollen stomach.

The earth pony cradling her misshapen midsection as the struggling sustenance she had wolfed down unenthusiastically settled within the close-fitting captivity of the distended gastric sleeve. The female naturally folding into a claustrophobic fetal curl, as the churning compressions of the gut effectively reduced the maid into a tight ball of crying calories waiting to be converted into chyme. The gut gurgling slightly as it registered the massive mound of mare meat that had just been unceremoniously cast into its kneading clutches with an ominous grumble. Nessy letting out a light burp, renewing the delectable tang of her trembling treat upon her tastebuds, prompting her to pat her tum in appreciation of the female flesh now fermenting in her bloated barrel.

The quaking outline of the mare trying to flinch away from the contact, but caught in the caustic in the skin-tight seal of the cramped cavity, Red could do nothing to escape Nessy’s soothing strokes. Every flustered feature of the unicorn visible as she writhed against her digestive destiny, but the cooped-up convulsions did nothing to stop the mare neatly tucking her head in like the good meal the mare truly was. Bug’s evaluation holding true, as the mardy mare approached to run her hoof over the spasming shapes of Nessy’s substantial snack, as she got a feel for the now helpless haul of mare meat straining the skin as a significant swell. Bug helping to bunch up Nessy’s bumbling banquet, as Bug made sure that the securely stowed lump of lunchmeat was sitting comfortably, with no awkward elbows protruding in such a way to cause indigestion later down the line as the pony was processed into a nutritious protein pulp.

The methodical massage soon putting the pony in her proper place, as she relegated the meeping mare to little more than a subdued slab of shuddering sustenance. Nessy instinctually leaning into the relaxing rub as it skirted over her bulbous barrel, that tickled the stretched nerves of her body cavity just right. Bug getting a good feel of Nessy’s filling feast, as she helped to quell any complaints before the corrosive chamber clamped down sufficiently to claim its prize. The experienced equine eater knowing how to make any disagreeable food compliant, and a few moments under Bug’s firm frogs was more than enough to render Red Ribbons into nothing more than a harmless lump in her friend’s satisfyingly full belly. The dilated stomach wall instinctually taking advantage of Bug’s aid, as the muscular organ began to shrink as it removed any slack from the already snug space of the sweltering abyss.

By the time Bug let go the maid could barely even breathe, let alone move, as the sour sack conformed perfectly to every curve of the entombed equine’s feminine frame, making it next to impossible for the mare to push back against the grinding gropes of the gut. It wouldn’t be long now, be it by suffocating on the tart air or just giving up on her pointless attempts to escape the inevitable. The maid’s flinching face pressing out through Nessy’s fur, as she reflexively tried to burrow through the half-inch of tissue separating her from freedom, but Bug just gave the mare a dismissive boop to return Red to an impotent blob of crying biomass. Nessy curiously watching the animated movements rippling through her restless midriff, as every little rattle meekly echoed through her core was the mare inching a little closer to her ultimate transformation into what was sure to be a thick turd.

“I told you she tasted go….”

“STOP! What is going on in here?!” Bug’s self-congratulatory words suddenly interrupted a brave but stupid pegamare guard bursting in on their fun, causing Nessy to jolt upright in fright, as she had not expected to be suddenly screamed at by a commanding female voice. The guardsmare who had walked in on them seemingly keep to put an end to the uncouth snarfing shenanigans, and Nessy prepared to puke up her heavy haul of horse meat. Bug saving her the effort though, as the plump pony kept her word and without even a smidgeon of hesitation, she grabbed the approaching Pegasus and with surprise on her side gave the few powerful swallows necessary to end the encounter with a belch. The grey glutton making short work of the would-be hero, and in a matter of moments, she and Nessy had matching bellies. Bug suppressing a wet belch with her hoof, before turning back to her friend as if nothing had happened.

“So, you want to go for seconds?”

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Bug and Nessy have business to attend to in Canterlot castle, and as usual the grey glutton thought it would be fun if her friend made a snack of one of the staff...

Another lewd lemon done as my part of a collab between and dendollae (https://www.furaffinity.net/user/dendollae/ ). I proposed a small set of images that show the main motions of a mare-sized meal, and they where kind enough to indulge me, though I insisted that their OC had the fun of being the one doing the gulping. If you are curious of when Bug ate Red Ribbons the first time the lemon explaining said snarfing can be found here:

https://aryion.com/g4/view/769972

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