“Mmpph…..”

The weak whine barely audible through the stifling shroud of Bug’s strained skin, as the wriggling hindquarters hanging from the grey glutton’s maw, gave one last defiant kick before slacking off with a pathetic tremble. The waning quiver the tail end of what had been some pretty feisty bucking, as the mewling mare tenaciously thrashed against the oozing embrace of the advancing oesophagus. The equine expending a lot of energy before Bug’s lips were even close to claiming her cutiemarks with a succulent slurp, as she instinctively struggled against her imminent ingestion with an uncoordinated writhing. The slate snarfer just ignoring the disorientated protests of her prey, as a few meeping whimpers and spasming shudders would do nothing to stop her well-versed hooves from easily suppressing the worried squirming of her sousaphonist snack.

Bug just going through the normal motions of a grab and gulp, as the predatory pony took full advantage of the opportunity she had been presented with. The dour devourer spotting an enticing window to indulge her appetite when the pudgy performer stepped off the stage after a rather drawn-out solo, as unbeknownst to Beauty Brass, she was perfectly setting herself up on a silver platter to be blindsided backstage. The harmonic notes of the continuing concert were more than enough to muffle the sounds of the peckish partaking to come, as all it took from the mardy mare was a few confident chugs to relegate the tasty musician to a suspiciously shaped bulge in her barrel. Brass understandably unprepared for the moist mouth that suddenly descended upon her head, but aside from letting out a startled squeal it was already too late for the flailing female to prevent her fate as food. The unobservant equine too preoccupied with returning her treasured instrument to its case, that she failed to hear the door click shut behind her, as a starving shadow of ravenous grey pounced upon her with a gluttonous gulp.

Of course, that initial resistance had soon evaporated, leaving Bug to suspect that perhaps her delectable after-show dinner had suffocated midway through her snug slide to the stomach. A quick nip of the teeth enough to spur a twitch out of her substantial snack, cluing in the gray glutton in to the fact that her soon to tucked away treat had simply given up after it became apparent that they could not escape the frictionless glide down her gullet. The reaction to the terminal trip they had been thrust into understandable, as the tight throat encapsulating Brass offered nothing but a trickling tunnel to her waiting gut, devoid of even a single hoofhold to even offer a glimmer of hope at delaying their dank descent. The blue earth pony knew where she was going, leaving only the morbid realization that if she continued with the clumsy convulsions and fumbling floundering, she would only end up dying tired. The mostly engulfed equine instead electing to conserve her strength for when she was unceremoniously dumped in the churning cavity of the gastric chamber, where she stood a better chance of upsetting the overloaded organ with her indignant worming. Brass banking on the fact that if she could irritate the stomach lining enough, then perhaps she could induce whatever creature had consumed her into reluctantly regurgitating its filling feast.

To be fair it was a sound and rather solid strategy, but not for an experienced equine eater like Bug, who was well used to a quaking commotion boisterously braying within her barrel when she decided to humour the gnawing pangs to stuff her stomach with another belly bloating conquest of curvy chevaline. The urge to indulge herself with a mare-sized meal nothing new, as in truth the ambitions of the moody mare’s appetite were predictable, as she enjoyed nothing more than the full feeling that came from a lively lunch. Because of this, the sudden compliance from her capitulating cuisine would do little to stall Bug’s voracious goals, as she just tilted her head back and began to use gravity to feed the unresponsive feminine fodder into her gaping gob. The grey glutton taking full advantage of her passive prey item, as the lack of fidgeting just made the whole process of packing them away easier. Bug knowing, she was only a few short swallows away from retiring to sleep off this supple supper, so she could sleep off the large load of liquidating lunchmeat marinating in her midriff in peace. For now though, Bug simply savoured the mouth-watering flavour emanating off Brass’s buttery buttocks, as she took stock of the doughy ampleness of the plump arse resting upon her tongue. The earth pony mulling the delightful squish as the tempting tooshie trundled over her tonsils, as Bug knew it would not be long before she capped off this little encounter with a brisk belch, which would put a definitive end to any lingering discontent from her banquet with a final dying jitter, leaving the engorged equine with a heavy helping of nutritious mare meat to casually digest over the coming days……

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During an intermission at a classical concert, Bug saw the perfect opportunity to snag a sousaphonist snack...

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