It was New Year’s Eve, and in the company of chums, it was abundantly clear that Bug had had too much to drink. The mardy mare’s cheerful cheeks a rosy hue, as she lethargically leaned back into the cushioning embrace of her seat positively steaming. Her amber eyes staring skyward with a content gaze, as she draped her forelegs over the shoulders of her slightly less sloshed companions and waited for the light show to begin. The three well-fed mare’s having a good night so far, even if they might have delved a bit too far in the cups during the jovial festivities. Even so, everything had gone smoothly for the most part, though there had been one rather rude interruption that was now bloating their bellies.

A trio of mouthy bitches giving them a bit of bother at the bar, though that had soon been resolved with a few strong swallows and a satisfied belch. Bug leading the way in bolting down one of the bothersome bimbos, as with only a couple of confident chugs the completely unprepared unicorn was reduced to a squirming swelling in her stomach. The slate snarfer washing down her mewling meal with the fruity daiquiri the green skank had been sipping at moments before, before letting out another moist burp as if to say the deed was done. Her food’s flabbergasted friends barely having time to react, as Line and Nessy followed the dour devourer’s lead, and in the space of a minute and a string of audible gulps they were also relegated to a pair of wriggling bulges.

The stifled screams of their struggling snacks now stewing in their sagging stomachs instantly going ignored, as the well-fed trio casually shuffled into the now vacant booth, ordered another round, and simply began to chat. The engorged earth ponies disregarding the frantic fidgeting quaking their groaning bellies, as the distraught complaints of consumed chevaline was not worth humouring. Bug just stroking the lively lump her large lunch made, as she knew from past indulgences that the incessant twitching would soon begin to tire. The mardy mare more bothered by the fact Line seemed a bit disappointed that she had not managed to partake in the pegamare, though another enticing glass of booze was enough to put a smile back on her snout, as in the grand scheme of things they had all gotten a comparable serving of filling female flesh, even if she would not be bolking up feathers later.

The grey glutton giving a gentle gurk which robbed most of the energy from her tucked-away treats trembling, as Bug would have hated for an inopportune buck from her distended midriff to spill her pint. The inebriated equine reclining slightly, pushing her gargantuan gut against the table as she felt something rise up her throat with the gust of gastric gas. The mare cradling her misshapen midriff as with a hocking heave a saliva-soaked horn and a lost-looking emerald bow flew from her maw with a soggy splat. The stuffed equine poking the strip of colourful cloth curiously, before she shook off the excess spittle and tied the piece of fashionable fabric in her frizzy mane, to highlight the identity of the sizable snack currently marinating in her middle.

Line and Nessy soon adding their own stylish strips to their hair, as within the churning captivity of a stomach it did not take long for the vibrant material to slither off their simmering owners. The predatory pair following suit with Bug’s course of action after the voracious mares enjoyed the tangy backwash that came with their own moist eruptions. The greedy trinity soon all integrating a bow into their normal manestyles as a lasting memento of the shapely simulacrums jostling within their protruding barrels. The protests of their packed-away prey just adding to the ambience, as grumbling glorps slowly began to build within the cramped confines of the kneading gastric chamber. They were now just future flank fat, regardless of the spirited spasms of their flustered flailing. Bug given the swollen sphere of Nessy’s stomach a soft rub as she felt the panicked pegamare through the inch or so of flesh encapsulating her, before repeating the massaging motion upon the earth pony within Line’s barrel. It was nice… as a comfortable Bug began to hum something out of tune that had been popular a few years back that she became acutely aware was playing through the pub’s speaker system, prompting her associates to join in on her clumsy chorus. They all knew the words even in their intoxicated state; “Electric Avenue”, “I Want It That Way”, “Like A Prayer”, ”I Wanna Dance With Somebody”, all bleeding into one in a sloppy symphony, as the clock ticked ever closer to midnight. Bug zoning out slightly about halfway through “Don't Stop Believin'” and the next thing she knew she was watching the thunderous illumination of twinkling fireworks in the night sky heralding in the new year with a beautiful glow…

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Bug and some friends were enjoying a nice night out on the town on New Year's eve, though their little drinking adventure soon took a voracious turn when a trio of bitch bimbos started to give them trouble. Not to worry though, as there are few problems the grey glutton can't solve with a couple of confident chugs, especially if she has confidence that only comes when you have a few bottles of booze sloshing in your soon-to-be bloated belly...

A collab/ gift from Dendollae (https://www.furaffinity.net/user/dendollae/ ), who wanted to do an image for New years. We bounced a few idea's and settled on this simple piece featuring both of our OCs, though the nature of the prey meant we needed a third pred, so threw Crazy Water's Line Art in, completing the celebrating trio. I hope they both enjoy this festive little lemon, and I hope to continue adding to lewd library in the coming year ;)

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