“I see the farm has got some fresh fodder,” observed Bug peckishly, as she took a closer look at the tasty-looking pegamare she had spotted from across the yard. The grey cow confidently sauntering over to the smaller equine, who flinched slightly when the bovine gestured at her, as she realized the ungulate was addressing her. The slate snarfer making no effort to hide her ingestive intents, as she had already contemplated her consumptive next course of action on the short walk over, so saw no real reason to skirt the subject with the skittish snack she had been gandering with a grazing gleam in her eye. Instead, the beefy predator just leaned in, with an assertive motion, keen to claim the staring package of confused chevaline that had foolishly strayed within swallowing distance.

“Oh my…” Gasped Buzzy, as she witnessed the Bovine’s broad maw gape open with a spacious yawn, as in an instant a cavernous abyss of dark moistness came down upon her head with a gobbling lunge. The pegasi’s wings flaring in fright, as in a split second she was up to her shoulders in the humid hug of a dairy cow’s tight throat, which squeezed down on her with a sucking squish. A moist slathering of saliva soaking into her coat as her snout slotted into the accommodating embrace of the hungry gullet like a skintight sheathe. A pulsing peristaltic palpitation dragging her quivering muzzle a little deeper into the digestive depths, as a steamy heat began to ooze over her matted fur like a sweltering slime.

The mare reflexively squirming against the clammy dollop of drool now seeping over her skin, as she tried to worm backwards away from the voracious mouth that had engulfed her. Bug just ignoring the disorientated wriggles emanating off the frightened female fresh pushing against her palate, and instead gave a lathering lick, in order to properly lubricate the equine with a glazing of spittle for her egress into the undulating embrace of her oesophagus. The dour devourer detecting a slight twinge of cider on her fidgeting food, though she didn’t ruminate on it long, as she knew it was better to bolt down her banquet before Buzzy began blindly bucking, seeing as she would have plenty of time to ruminate on the mare’s backwash once she was safely relegated to a bulge in her barrel.

Bug just swinging her head back in a practised manner she had done countless times before, as she used the lurching momentum to pull her powerless prey further into her gullet's grasp. The surging gulp taking Buzzy from her shoulders to her hips in a single rolling “ULP”, as the carnivorous cow pointed her snout skyward, and relaxed to allow gravity to do the rest of the work in draining her meal of mare meat down to her waiting belly. The gray glutton having long since committed this methodical motion to muscle memory, as she felt the delightful sensation of a sizable swelling slither over her long-since suppressed gag reflex with a succulent shiver. The experienced eater using a combination of the pegapony’s own weight and natural grain to ease her into the frictionless chute of Bug’s gullet, as in a matter of moments the mare was reduced to a pony-shaped protrusion sagging the cow’s satisfyingly stuffed stomach.

The bovine letting out a pleased sigh, as she felt the languishing lump of lunchmeat that was Buzzy, come to a gentle rest in the bottom of her now bloated gut. The mare trickling along the narrow threshold of the throbbing throat, only to be unceremoniously dumped in the tart and churning care of the first of the cow's four mighty stomachs. The gastric chambers coddling clasp clamping down with a stifling clench, as the strained stomach sleeve instinctually prepared to subdue any possible struggle in the oft chance Buzzy began to writhe and thrash. For now though, the entombed equine didn’t seem so spirited, as perhaps the Pegasus was still a little dazed from how swiftly she had been professionally packed away.

Bug just tensing her distended tummy, as with a few precise contractions from her commanding core she coaxed her lunch into a firmly folded fetal position. The feminine forage twitching slightly, though the predator didn’t hear a peep of protest, as Buzzy complied to the smothering compressions encapsulating her. Bug just adding to this pressure, as with a slight shuffle she eased herself to the ground, so that she might relax whilst her plumping processed an entire pony's worth of protein. Her food for now not putting up much of a fuss, but that could always change when the flustered fight of a sputtering survival instinct kicked in. The marinating mass of curled-up chevaline remaining calm for the time being though, allowing Bug to smugly bask in the aftermath of her filling feast-sated smile. Her eyes slowly skimming over the stewing bump in her misshapen midriff, before with a gorged chuckle, she directed a teasing remark at her impromptu mare MRE.

“Now be a good supplement and settle down, I got some milk to make!”

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A Bovine Bug introduces herself to an unprepared Buzzy the only way she can, with a confident swallow....

A lemon done for one of my patreons  dimalad who wanted a story to go along with the other pages of a sequence they are commissioning from  Shoelace . This comic features a rather beefier Bug bolting down some feminine fodder. This is part one of a multipart series, the other parts will be posted once completed:

Part one: You are here

Part two: https://aryion.com/g4/view/946505

Part three: https://aryion.com/g4/view/957481

Part four: https://aryion.com/g4/view/964563

Part five: https://aryion.com/g4/view/974459

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