As an experienced equine eater, Bug had literally years of past partakings padding her pleasantly plump plot to vouch for her snarfing skills. The mardy mare’s long career of consuming chevaline allowing the predatory pony to pick up all manner of tricks and techniques, that allowed her to always indulge in a free lunch when the opportunity presented itself. A few sound strategies often repeating in the earth pony’s ever-peckish plans, as they were tried and tested for successfully securing a substantial and squirming supper, regardless of how much fuss or fight her panicking prey put up in protest. Surprise and an awareness of the environment often the two key factors on if the ingestive encounter would end with a belch, and as such the grey glutton was always made sure to make that first confident chug count.

For this reason, a well-build wall did wonders, as it could easily be weaponized to snag an easy snack. Sure, you had to be careful the supposedly sturdy surface you had pinned your potential prey item against wasn’t some flimsy drywall, that a flailing hoof might accidentally put a hole in, but thankfully most of the buildings in Equestria were built of sterner brick. This was something Cayenne found out the hard way, as without warning her day suddenly took an abrupt detour into the damp depths of another mare’s digestive system. The mare going from browsing one of the racks at the back of the boutique, to having the hungry darkness of a soggy slurp surging over her head with a rolling gulp.

The disorientated mare instinctively pushing back against her voracious attacker, only to find her thrashing rump pressed against the cool surface of what felt like a wood-panelled partition. Bug replying to this startled struggle with another strong swallow, as with the unprepared unicorn properly cornered, it would not take long to thread the startled shopper down her tight throat with a few calculated thrusts. The captured Cayenne letting out a muffled yelp, as with a rippling undulation her entire head glided into the elastic embrace of the gullet with a smothering squelch. The tube of moist muscle squishing against the writhing unicorn’s frightened face, naturally stifling her screams to just muffled mewling as she sank into the humid grasp of the upper gastric tract, as without a word Bug demonstrated the silencing reason why she normally took her disagreeing dinners headfirst.

Not like Cayanne had time to take notes, as her fidgeting shoulders only resting against the slate snarfer’s soft lips for but a second, before Bug shook her head in a precise rhythmic manner in order to mantle the obtrusive anatomy with an audible glug. The motion taking the form of a jolting bolt, that cleared the svelte obstacle and then some, allowing the equine to ease her gaping gob forward and over her trapped treat with a golloping guzzle. The tickle of her teeth tracing their way over Cayenne’s twitching curves, as inch after inch of heliotropeish fur vanished into the ravenous mare’s yawning maw. The trapped Cayanne finding herself powerless to prevent the consumptive advance, as with each subsequent swallow, a little more of her thrashing figure disappeared into the oscillating embrace of her oesophagus.

Cayenne’s reflexive bucking doing little to help her egress from the clammy chute crawling over her, as with her fumbling flank’s trapped against a hard surface, her incessant bucking only further pushed her forward and into the inviting embrace of Bug’s gullet. Every little wriggling just drawing her deeper into the dour devourer, allowing Bug to just relax and allow her meeping mare-sized meal to trickling into her at her leisure. The accomplished mare muncher just savouring the next part, as her lapping tongue was soon cresting the waggling hips of her filling feast of feisty female flesh. This mouth-watering mare meat spirited, as Bug relished the picante flavour brushing over her salivating palate.

Each grazing nudge edging her muzzle a little further forward, as she had long since gained an uncontested advantage over the whimpering pony, she was currently gorging herself with. Each slow “Ulp” encasing another slither of succulent skin, as she practically coasted over the unfortunate unicorn’s spittle-lubricated coat. The devouring only pausing for a few seconds, as Bug nipped and purred in excitement, as she relished the spicy taste of her trembling banquet. The soon-to-be entombed equine rapidly losing her agency as a person, as at this point her back legs could only kick and quiver fruitlessly in resistance to her throbbing trip towards Bug’s already gurgling tummy. The transition terminal at this point, as without any meaningful purchase in this frictionless digestive ductwork, there was no way for Cayenne to pull herself free.

She was just shapely sustenance now, fodder to be ground to grist in a churning gut, before her more useful components were converted into adipose to add to the ample arse of a better mare. Each peristaltic pulse pulling her a little closer to this cruel fate, as now Cayenne only had the sensation of being broken down and metabolized to look forward to. Bug just ignoring her jibbering shudders at this point, as the tremoring trembles were nowhere close enough to making her choke and force her to cough up her curvaceous catch. Instead, the slick interior of Bug’s gullet had a good grip on the mostly wolfed-down mare, and with no real risk of gagging, she just tilted her head back and allowed the soon-to-be-packed-away pony to drain into her.

This part always strangely satisfying, as with the majority of the mare already bulging her belly, gravity would take over, causing Cayenne’s tail end to slide all the way down on her own, with a delectably opulent ooze. The unicorn’s hind hooves giving a terrified wave as they trundled over Bug’s tonsils, before slithering out of sight as they passed over the back of the throat with a seeping slither. Bug tracing the protrusion down her neck with her frog with a slow stroke, as she felt the suspiciously shaped swelling that had once been Cayenne curl up in her now sagging midriff. The large lump bulging Bug’s belly, as with a few controlled clenches, the proficient predator forced her food to fold up into a compliant fetal position.

If she had tensed her core a bit harder perhaps, she might have heard the crunch of bone breaking, but for now, she was quite content to let her stowed serving of lunchmeat jiggle betwixt her legs. The tucked-away tremors not causing her any bother, as Bug casually cradled her engorged barrel, and licked her lips to get on final flourish of the flavour that would soon be spicing her burps. A little shuffle enough to get the last strands of dark-rose tail through the stomach sphincter, which then sealed with a wobbling wink, locking Cayenne in the tart chamber that had clamped down on her with a spongey squeeze. The monotony of another pony’s heart beating and lungs drawing breath overtaking her own in the blackness of the belly, as the last thing she would really perceive in the short interlude before she invariably suffocated, was the slight sauntering rocking of whomever had eaten her walking off, doubtless to find a place more private in which to sleep off their huge helping of horse meat….

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Spotting Cayenne at the back of the store, Bug decides to use one of her tried and tested techniques to secure a spicy snack...

My one-hundred-and-eighteenth sketch from  Silent_E 's patreon. This one features Cayenne, a delectable unicorn, who is soon to be a bulge in Bug's belly.

This picture of Bug packing-away a picante pony was kindly coloured by my friend  plaguetyranno .

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