“Vinyl would you please settle down, I am trying to practise,” chastised Octavia, as the irritated musician paused mid-note to address the annoying movements emanating from the equine she had eaten. The earth pony knowing her roommate was doing it on purpose, as the erratic trembles and quivers from the curled-up unicorn coincided perfectly with the more complex sections of the classical piece the professional performer was trying to play perfectly. This intention confirmed by a stifled snicker, as Vinyl expressed her amusement safe in the knowledge that her twitching had tilted her easily flustered friend.

“You cannot be serious….. You promised me you wouldn’t do this, if you keep this up, you’re going to ruin the rehearsal” grumbled Octavia, as the muffled chuckle from the mare in her misshapen midsection was more than enough for the engorged equine to go red in the face. The normally composed cellist trying her best to remain calm, and though there was no audience for Vinyl to embarrass her in front of, the sporadic fidgeting of lively food was doing wonders in putting the pony off her normally articulate groove. Vinyl shuffling slightly as if she was about to say something laced with snarky wit, but the sound of upset disappointment in Octavia’s tired voice was enough to dissuade the unicorn from making one of her normal teasing comments.

“I promised you that I would help you with your routine, which is what I am trying to do,” replied Vinyl over the sloshing sounds of the gurgling gut. The response causing Octavia to let out a sad sounding sigh, as she couldn’t comprehend in what world making her feel sick could possibly be considered acceptable assistance.

“I don’t see how making me queasy is even close to helping me. Please Vinyl this is upcoming show is really important to me, and I would appreciate it if you took this seriously,” complained the cellist, as all the incessant wriggling in bulging barrel was only throwing off the mare’s musical mojo. Octavia thoroughly fed up with the intermittent bucks and waggles, as her stowed snack seemed to be doing everything in her power to sabotage the now miffed maestro, for no better reason than the fun of it. Every little quake and tremble disturbing Octavia’s normally flawless tempo, causing the tune to ring out of her instrument as a sloppy sound that was completely unsuitable for the sophisticated symphony she was trying to play. Because of this Octavia was quick to perk up her ears, keen to hear what outlandish excuse Vinyl would come up with to explain herself.

“Because when you’re doing this live, the mare inside you is going to be furiously clopping, if you can’t handle a few erratic jerks from me playing nice, then you’re not going to stand a chance on stage,” answered Vinyl bluntly, as she made it clear that her actions were not just to have fun at the expense of the equine encasing her. The reasonable words enough to derail Octavia’s train of thought, as instead of reprimanding the DJ bloating her barrel, she was instead left speechless as Vinyl confidently confronted the white elephant in the room. The unicorn right, though Octavia would not openly admit it, as it would surely go to Vinyl’s often cocky head. Instead, the grey earth pony let out a begrudging groan, as to her disdain her friend’s logic was sound.

Octavia hating the situation she was presented with, as the erotic entertainment she had been hired to provide was way outside her normal wheelhouse of formal functions and private parties. The mare only agreeing to rehearse and perform the more risqué recital after being offered three times her normal fee, but as Vinyl had pointed out, the performer’s stomach was nowhere near strong enough to properly indulge her patron’s deviant desires.

The mare letting out a defeated breath, before resting her hoof on the neatly folded-up shape of her stewing confidante, as in truth she just did not see this working out. The formal mask slipping slightly, as Octavia slumped against her cello, not sure what to do, seeing as she only had a couple more days to master this stupid salacious show. Octavia confident that she could pack away a pony, it's what came later that worried her, as there was no way she could maintain a melody with a mare aggressively masturbating inside her.

The stressed cellist going silent, as her overthinking mind ran through the upcoming humiliation in graphic detail, leaving the normally well-spoken equine lost for comment. A dreadful sense of shame sweeping through Octavia’s system like a cold wind, as a part of her vehemently believed that she couldn’t do this now that Vinyl had put her ineptitude out in the open. Octavia feeling the mare inside her stir slightly, as if Vinyl had subconsciously detected her striking shift in body langue from her cosy confinement. The tremble in her voice palpable though, as the normal elegant poshness the pony preferred to carry herself with was now more than a little shaken.

“It's going to be okay Octy, you have seen me perform an entire album with a passenger, I am sure I can teach you a couple of tricks and techniques to make it easier, trust me you have plenty of time,” reassured Vinyl, as she sensed her fretting friend was in need of a pep talk. Octavia considering the words with a long pause, as there were few she was intimate enough to show this sort of weakness with, though to her relief the unicorn who had willingly allowed herself to be ingested was one of them.

“Are… Are you sure?” questioned Octavia, as she could not quite see through the haze of self-doubt. Vinyl just smirking as she rolled her eyes in response to her talented friend’s skittishness, as she knew that even if the situation was rather queer, it was well within the beyond competent cellist’s capabilities. The musician adjusting how she was sitting in the stomach so Octavia could hear her more easily, as now that she had the perturbed pony’s attention, she was more than happy to share her secret snarfing strategies. The correct ways to tense the tummy usually more than enough to pacify a problematic partaking of pony, though just from how Octavia was carrying her, this method was missing from the instrumentalist’s repertoire.

“Positive, I will walk you through it, the real question is do you want to try sonata number 3, 3rd movement, or would you prefer cello suite NO.1 prelude?” asked Vinyl, as it became clear that the musically minded mare had taken the time to skim through the wad of classical song’s resting on Octavia’s sheet music stand. The statement also a sly way for Vinyl to let Octavia know that she had been listening, as even if she was not a fan of this old-fashioned fluff, it pleased her peer, and that was more than enough for her to tolerate the strumming of horsehair. The unicorn leaning back in the cradling cavity in preparation to start feigning the mannerisms of Octavia’s future food,

“I suppose it is proper to start with the prelude, though please don’t start kicking, I am already having trouble and would rather we don’t ruin the carpet,” answered Octavia, though she still sounded a little unsure of herself, but this soon vanished when she heard the bemused snort from her safely stowed cargo. Vinyl suppressing a laugh at the vexed virtuoso’s crooked priorities, as even within the clammy conditions of her entombed predicament the equine found a moment to express mirth, even if she wished the sour stomach was not so soggy. The unicorn shirking off the sopping wet conditions, as she heard Octavia find her notes, and then in a clear voice Vinyl began to explain the proper etiquette of containing a mare-sized meal. The odd sight of the stomach contents beginning to coach its consumer beginning to play out, as Vinyl mentioned the basics of balling up your banquet into a more passive position, and after a few hiccups Octavia seemed to be getting the hang of things, even if she still seemed a little unsteady on her hooves. This apprehension soon evaporating though, and soon the cello was chirping out the normal rolling rhythms Vinyl had come to expect of her friends’ harmonies, even if the genre was far from the unicorn’s favourite.

Vinyl just relaxing as she waited for Octavia to finish this final chorus, so that she could be let out and have a now much-needed shower. The sweltering conditions of the stomach sleeve basting the disk jockey in sweat and other more acrid fluids, though before the retching started Vinyl was sure to impart one final bit of information to Octavia in the off chance her future belly bumps were a bit more energetic than the equine was expecting.

“See, I told you got this, just remember if your snack gets a bit feisty and starts giving you trouble, all you have to do is place your hoof on the back of her head and give her a few commanding prods until she decides to be a good girl and tucks it in….”

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Vinyl tries to help Octavia get ready for a risque recital, though it seems the cellist has much to learn about performing well stuffed...

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