Spitfire didn’t know how to react, when the captain midway through an unscheduled dorm inspection, had marched in on Lightning Dust consuming her colourful wingpony. The mare midway through her mewling meal, as it seemed for all her bravado, Rainbow Dash’s buttery body was sliding down the turquoise pegamare’s throat without much fuss. The prospective Wonderbolt wriggled tenaciously, though just from a simple glance it was clear that there was nothing she could do to prevent herself from becoming a Pegasus-sized protein supplement for her voracious rival. Lightning using a calculated headfirst swallowing technique, as past eating experiences had taught her that this disorientating method left little window for her equine indulgence to escape.

This pony-sized partaking playing out like any other, as the initial shock of a hungry maw falling over her head, meant that Rainbow was engulfed up to her shoulders before she even really started to struggle. Lightning just leaning forward and using her weight to thread her thrashing treat through the tight threshold of her tonsils and into the waiting grasp of her gullet, as she quickly overpowered her panicking peer. Each gliding gulp claiming another inch of cyan chevaline, as Lightning rapidly wolfed down her chubby competition with a string of gliding chugs. The stifled screams of her squirming snack barely audible, as Rainbow’s muted meeps were drowned out by the moist “ulping” sounds of a rolling throat. The hapless pegapony well on her way to being a prismatic pellet hocked up in the academy’s communal toilets, and a fresh layer of fat on Lightning’s envy-inducing flanks. Rainbow’s stay on her toned tooshie a temporary position though, as that portly padding would soon be burned off by the intense flying of the athlete’s active lifestyle.

Spitfire could only watch in stunned silence, as the waving pair of blue hooves sticking out of her very rotund cadet’s mouth disappeared behind Lightning’s lips with a final swallow.
Lightning tracing the twitching lump on its journey with a rubbing hoof, before she gave a cute belch as if to say that the deed was done. This ingestion satisfyingly removing her only real competitor from the intake with a few confident glugs, leaving the engorged trainee rubbing her bloated barrel as she basked in the ravenous aftermath of her chromatic conquest. The only disappointment being that Rainbow had unfortunately not tasted of skittles, and instead Lightning’s technicolour treat had instead possessed a gamey tang, interlaced with a salty zestiness of the lime body wash she had lathered herself within the showers after flight practice.

It was at this moment that she noticed the fuming Spitfire bearing down on her stuffed student, to doubtless reprimand her for relegating Rainbow to a fidgeting lump in her normally trim midriff. The miffed mare blocking her exit, as Lightning bumbled to her hooves in an ungainly attempt to flee with her heavy helping of horse flesh. The massive meal in her middle making the normally spry aerial acrobat clumsy, and in her haste, Lightning stumbled on her own distended midsection, allowing Spitfire to easily seize the floundering cadet before the pudgy Pegasus could slip away whining meal in tow. Spitfire wrestling with Lightning for a few jostling moments, as Lightning stubbornly refused to disgorge her distraught dinner, prompting the captain to try something a little more drastic.

The laden down Lightning worming ineffectually as she felt her commanding officer’s maw ease over her kicking hind hooves, with a damp moistness. A soggy saliva-soaked slurp from Spitfire instantly taking her to her hocks, as the captain tried to force Lighting to regurgitate her lunch with the pressing threat of being reduced to a belly bulge herself. It didn’t work, as Lightning doggedly hand on to her substantial supper, even as her lower body was shimmied into the steamy snugness of Spitfire’s upper gastric tract. The lively lump transitioning down Spitfire’s oesophagus with a shuddering trickle, as the pegamare packed away her student with a proficiency that indicated that this would not be the first time that she had nursed a suspiciously shaped swell in her stomach.

Not like Lightning cared, as she just began to spit out obscenities at the golden glutton gulping her down with an increasing level of spitefulness. The suppressed squeaks of Rainbow calling for help soon lost under a peristaltic cascade of guzzling glugs that were effortlessly coasting over Lightning’s bucking contours. Even the prominent protrusion of the Pegasus’s sagging gut barely even proving an obstacle, as Spitfire inhaled the Rainbow shaped belly bump with no more effort than one might drink a pint of cider. The pressure of the tugging throat failing to force Rainbow back through Lightning’s stomach sphincter, forcing her bunched-up body to compress uncomfortably in order to fit into the narrow precipice of Spitfire’s palpitating gullet. The claustrophobic conditions forcing the equine into a scared shiver, as she was forced into yet another churning gastric chamber.

Lightning’s snarling muzzle soon vanishing over the back of Spitfire’s throat, leaving the panting Wonderbolt cradling her misshapen midriff. the pegamare “s” ing her neck as she forced her boisterous banquet into the cramped embrace of her gut, as with a few straining motions she tucked away her unplanned portion of female flesh as a thrashing ball of bundled-up indignation. It was this opinionated mass that Spitfire presented to the princess, as Spitfire reported the tragic turn of events to the livid Celestia. The audience with the alicorn not going well for the Wonderbolt, as the solar sovereign did not take kindly to one of her more important subjects being reduced to a gurning clump of whimpering calories. Spitfire paying for her crass course of action, as soon her aerodynamic frame was sliding down the sovereign’s swanlike throat. The monarch enjoying her Pegasus Matryoshka, as Celestia found Spitfire’s failed briefing rather filling. The failure to protect the element of loyalty a tragic inconvenience, though Celestia could look past if it allowed her to add to the royal’s ample assets.

Spitfire’s service overall rather splendid, though certain errors would relegate the captain to chub on the alicorn’s regal hips. The plump pegamare’s failings forgivable, as in the grand scheme of things the headstrong Rainbow Dash was replicable, like with all the princess’s pawns. The inconvenience a pain for the doughy diarch though, and a stint on her supple figure would be more than enough for Spitfire to reflect on her mistakes. The spirited equine doing one last spasm, before she gave in to the biology of her better, and added to the bubbly breasts of her supreme ruler like any good subject. The bountiful sustenance-rich biomass of her sizable serving enough to carry the solar goddess forward, as Spitfire capitulated to the caustic core slowly massaging over her with a relentless kneading. The whole affair over with a brisk burp and a few convulsing jitters, as Celestia lounged on her throne, well-fed and sated, as her only regret was that she could only savour this sporty snack once. The celestial deity pondering the possibility of Spitfire’s replacement as she smugly reclined, though she knew just like the flaxen mare’s predecessor she was expendable. The only issue now would simply be wording the letter to Twilight, and dealing with the messy aftermath once these three processed ponies were done pumping through her prestigious plumbing……

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When Spitfire preformed an unexpected inspection of the cadet's dorms, the last thing she expected to see was Lightning Dust gulping down her wing pony. The captain of the Wonderbolts not sure how to react as she saw her most promising pupil making a meal of her Rainbow Dash, though she was fast to reprimand her gluttonous recruit. In the end, she had to report to Princess Celestia that she had failed to protect the element of loyalty, and for her incompetence, she was forced to endure a spell on the round rump of the displeased monarch....

A long overdue lemon Collab between me and Crazy ( https://derpibooru.org/profiles/Crazy+Water ). This one featuring a few exotic Wonderbolts including Spitfire and Lightning Dust. This has been sitting in my to do list for over a year, and I am glad to finally be able to post it, as I was simply unable to find the time previously, I hope you guys enjoy :)

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