Gallus was given no time to reflect on what he had agonizingly released from his rectum, as he had barely let out a few tired pants, before he heard the noise of Rarity rising to her hooves in his periphery. The sound enough to make the already on-edge eagle swing around claws bared ready to fend off the angry damsel he had just dumped. The falcon reflexively lurching into a fight responce with a lurching jolt, before the doubtlessly seething seamstress he had shat out could get the jump on him. He had known their would-be revenge-related repercussions for the traumatic treatment he had put his stylish if stubborn second serving for, as he turned just in time to see the furious fashionista barrelling towards him like a furious comet.

Perhaps he should have seen this coming, as the pissed-off pony pouncing upon him had been a problem to pack away, but he didn’t have time to dwell on it in the split second it took for the startlingly fast unicorn to tackle him with a winding POW! The mare hitting him square in the chest, knocking a few feathers loose from his no longer pristine plumage, as Gallus crumbled to the ground, reeling under the surprisingly strong brunt of the lunging strike. He felt her hooves wrap around his waist, as a sudden rush of déjà vu overtook the griffin’s senses, before the feeling of weightlessness ceased and his back struck the cold marble of the floor with a painful thud. The disorientated hawk’s head spinning, as the pinned cock found himself in an unenviable position, where he was incapable of properly protecting himself from the enraged equine he had eaten earlier. Gallus just shrinking into a braced flinch, ready to take the clobbering from the couturist currently straddling him, as with the mare’s doughy weight pressing firmly down upon him, the upended avian could do little to stop the pissed pony from beating the snot out of him for his hungry transgressions.

Close by Sandbar was fairing little better, as he felt an aura of sparkling purple magic yank him skyward with a twinkling yank. “Sweet Celestia what now!?” was all he could groan, as it didn’t take a stellar student to guess that his alicorn Headmare was equally upset about the ingestive extra credit course Discord had enrolled her on, let alone the digestion and other nastiness that had followed. The spell seizing the stallion leaving him stuck helplessly suspended, unable to do much more than wriggle his legs as he floated a few feet above where he had once stood, before being eased backwards and forcefully plopped down beside the still-worming Gallus, who seemed equally confused as to why the fashionista atop him was not currently wailing on him for his past misgivings.

“Not even an inch on your waistline?” Observed Twilight in a cutely disappointed way, as she snuggled up to the worried-looking stallion who had supposedly snarfed her. The purple mare lounging on his lap, as she looked at the befuddled Sandbar with a wanting gleam in her eyes. The alicorn running her hoof softly over his belly as if to confirm what she had said, as she responded to his presence like a cat desiring affection.

“Master darling, I look amazing as your fat” exclaimed Rarity with a giddy glee, interrupting Sandbar’s stupefied state, as she revelled in the paunchy potbelly she had made on Gallus’s gut. Her frogs feeling the layer of fresh paunch with a curious squish, as she began to squeeze and massage the plentiful pudge her broken-down body had metabolized into. The equine enjoying how he wore her, seemingly oblivious to the reality that she was rubbing the plump aftermath of her own digestion. The stylish mare, just like Twilight surprisingly docile all things considered, as the smiling mares reacted with a suspiciously submissive and subservient attitude to their past predation, like it was little more than a mild inconvenience.

“Perhaps another feeding?” Suggested Twilight, leaning closer to Sandbar, as she nuzzled her cheek against his trim tummy, clearly intending to help fill it. The mare just like Rarity flirting with the idea of being food, leaving the perplexed pair of students they were snuggling with unsure of how to deal with the compliant chevaline pining for their attention. The idea that Discord’s reformation spell might have gone awry abundantly clear, but for now Gallus and Sandbar were more interested in the feminine advances currently invading their personal space and the looming implications of another dinner date….

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With the mane six now disembarked from their respective digestive tracts, The student six face the repercussions for the pony-sized partakings they wolfed down to net their passing grades, though it seems Discord's reformation spell might require a bit of work...

Part sixty two of my Collab with Mrleft ( https://derpibooru.org/profiles/Mr-dot-Left09 ). The other parts can be found here:

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