M-MMF!

The stifled squeak of distraught defiance barely even audible over the sloshing gurgles and groaning glorps of Bug’s well-fed gut which even now was gearing up to process the mardy mare’s most recent protesting pony passenger into a more compliant chyme. A pulped protein puree much more agreeable with the predatory pony’s plumbing, even if at this point her packed-away prey’s feeble fight was more comparable to the trapped thrashing of a quivering mouse, than anything the grey glutton would really register as resistance. The mare-sized meal’s muffled meeps and frantic fidgets lacking any sense of articulate thought, as each frantic flutter or trembling twitch harmlessly quaked and jerked with no real sense of plan or purpose. The entombed equine seeming to default to her most basic instincts, as desperation drove her to attempt to escape the sour snare of the kneading stomach encapsulating her.

The cramped confines of Bug’s belly simply clamping down with a sweltering squeeze in response to the weak worming of her sizable snack, as it was well used to putting down the fuss from feisty food. The slate snarfer tensing her core with a practised clench, until her tenacious treat had barely enough room to even squirm. The damp darkness of the stomach walls closing in with a smothering squish, as the caustic cavity constricted around the bleating biomass within it with a rippling undulation. The rolling contraction of stern muscle more than enough to easily quash the unwanted opinions from the hefty helping of complaining chevaline, as the dour devourer’s digestive tract dealt with its most recent occupant with the same calloused indifference as any other source of sustenance involuntarily cast in to its corrosive care.

The moody mare’s tasty thespian treat trembling helplessly against the perpetually churning walls of her tart tomb, as the oppressive organ handled its whimpering occupant no differently than the filling fodder she had been relegated to. The acid and enzyme emulsion Raspberry Beret was wallowing in already beginning to bite, as the relentless lathering of the incessant gastric chamber began to eat away at the top layer of her soft skin. The humid blackness of Bug’s belly growing unbearable, as each gyration rippled over her body with a figure-hugging squish, that conformed to the consumed equine’s curves with an almost crushing clench. The gut growing impatient with the gurning grievances coming off its most recent ingested indulgence, as with a forceful compression it rudely reminded the encased earth pony, that at this point she was little more than a massive meal of mare meat to be casually digested at the leisure of the predator who had successfully packed her away.

The method mare letting out a startled mewl as the phlegmy clasp of the chamber surrounding her came down like a wave of muscle, winding her in an instant as the crushing contraction was more than enough to knock the stale air from her heaving lungs. Confusion spurring on a string of clumsy convulsions, as the snuggly stowed pony to blindly buck in a reflexive attempt to surface under the drowning sensation now burning through her spasming body. The bumbling motions barely a disorientated bumble, as the suffocating snare of the stomach came down to claim its pleading prize. Raspberry seemingly unable to push back the raking rugae rubbing against her matted fur, as she was left to pathetically flounder in the acrid abyss she was currently marinating in.

The untenable nature of her uncouth treatment just a string of degrading blows buffeting against her panicking subconscious, as she instinctively tried to prevent herself from becoming an evolutionary dead end. The terminal trip down Bug’s tight throat stripping her of her dignity, as years of stagecraft and method acting was reduced to a sizable swelling swaying betwixt Bug’s legs. The bulging barrel safely stowing the substantial snack as a sagging simulacrum, leaving little doubt on the nature of the filling flesh currently stuffing the slate snarfer’s stomach.

Raspberry’s lot in life now just that of lunchmeat, as with a few strong swallows the entire equine had swiftly glided down the pulsating duct of a hungry gullet. The trickling transition from person to prey item completed with a slow trickle, as Bug leaned her head back and allowed a combination of gravity and confident chugging to drain the mare’s sized morsel through the stomach sphincter in coasting ooze. The effeminate banquet no hardship to bolt down, as the gentle curves and dainty proportions of the engulfed earth pony, posed no problem in the short time it took to thread her into the uncomfortably small straits of the waiting stomach. The mare soon enduring the sickly splash as she plunged into the pungent puddle of peptides and oleaginous secretions pooling at the bottom of the stomach, where she might languish in the short interlude before she was converted into a more easily metabolized soup of assorted calories and other ex-equine nutrients.

The idea of being boiled down to the sustenance of her base components, understandably not agreeable to the consumed chevaline, though now that she was securely within the stomach she didn’t get much say in the matter. The aggressive actions of the swirling acid already beginning to singe her coat, as her once glossy mane and tail began to fray under the lysing juices squelching against her tender hide, in an unpleasant full-body massage. The mare kicking and whining to the best of her ability, even if the cooped-up conditions prevented anything more than a few terrified twitches and the occasional jolting lurch. Bug just enjoying the quaint movements shuddering within her misshapen midriff, as she knew soon enough the snivelling commotion would pass in time. A belch building within her bulging belly, as her spirited snack burned through her limited atmosphere, with every hyperventilating gasp.

The engorged equine mulling the gaseous build-up for a moment, before venting the bitter air with a satisfied burp. The moist eructation rippling over Bug’s tonsils in a flavourful gust of gastric gas, renewing Raspberry’s pleasant flavour upon her pleased palate, along with something a little hairier as something slithered up in the slipstream of the heavy bolk. Bug hacking up the intruding item with a soggy splat, as one of the tenacious tugs from her tucked away treat had torn something superficial loose. The tattered end of a ponytail propelling out of the greedy mare’s gob like a drenched glob of grotty gossamer, before coming to rest upon the floor in a layer of steaming spittle.

The stylish hair bobble that had maintained the actresses’ signature style still somewhat intact, as the singing of remorseless acid had weakened the section of mane sufficiently to detach the faggot of purple filaments relatively intact. Bug giving the ruined clump of fur a curious glance, as she savoured the delectable tang now on her tastebuds with a slow lick of the lips, while she felt the waning struggle jostling within her distended middle lose a lot of its energy with that guttural outburst. Her hoof slowly caressing the enticing contours of her meal through the thin veil of her strained skin with a slow soothing stroke, as based on how fast that fur was melting it wouldn’t be long now before the writhing lunchmeat liquidating inside her barrel was just a fetching layer of fresh pudge padding her photogenic plot….

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Spotting another fetching beret, Bug decides she is in the mood to indulge in a Method Mare meal...

My one-hundred-and-twelfth sketch from  Silent_E 's patreon. This one features Bug indulging in a rather filling Raspberry Beret.

This gassy Bug was kindly coloured by my friend  plaguetyranno .

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