A Better Treat Than a Shake

19 November 2016

14:04 Sweet_Treat flies her way through the air with a heavy container of her citywide famous shakes on behalf of a bat pony who was sending her to a guard shack just a little past the edge of the city. Normally she wouldnt be the one to be making deliveries, her usual delivery mare had decided to take the day off. It was aparently some pony named Lance's birthday and so she was to deliver this and a card. Ahh there it is, a litte wooden shack on the ground. Her pink and yellowed small framed form flutters its way down to land just at the door, at which point she brings her hoof up to knock upon it.

14:11 Lance was having a boring goddamn day. He idly ground his teeth together as he sat back in the chair, eyes glazed, hind legs kicked up on the desk as he looked out into the woods. Whenever he got exceptionally bored or frustrated with his work, he would just tell himself that he /was/ getting paid for this, and that made it a little bit better. his golden helmet sat on the edge of the desk, and he'd removed his golden bracers, only wearing the chest and backplate of the golden solar armor. He certainly wasn't about to take it off and risk getting caught by a superior.
Dirty-white hooves that were questionably gray lay crossed over his chest, and the sunlight shining through the window was doing a good job of warming his smooth coat.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, and the stallion almost jumped right out of his seat. He pushed backwards and stood with a bumbling stagger, his large, thick frame straightening up as the stallion slid out of the chair and moved to the door. He hesitated with his hoof over the knob, frowned, then grabbed it and pulled it open to reveal... a mare he didn’t know at all?
“Uhh...” He glanced over her shoulder, then leaned out of the doorway and looked left, then right. “You’re... not supposed to be here.”

14:18 Sweet_Treat gives a shug and then reaches into her pack to pull out a card. "Are you sure? You look like the stallion she described. Lance right?" The pretty little pink mare asks, flicking her bright yellow tail behind her. Its a birthday card." She smelled rather sweet, no doubt from the residue of making such delicious treats, though a little bit of sweaty musk added to her scent as well from her hard fought flight out to here. Her mane and tell were rather windswept as she sat there. "Why am I not supposed to be out here anyways? Isnt this just a watch post for anything dangerous coming out of the forrest?"

14:28 Lance still looked pretty confused as she clarified the situation. “Birthday card?” Lance reached out to take the card, well aware that it wasn’t his birthday. A large hoof snatched it from the pegasus’ grasp, and he sat back in the doorway and looked down at her. “Well yeah, but this is also a restricted a—” He stopped himself, then opened the card and looked down at the writing within.
‘I knew that look on your face last night. Thanks for not fucking me to death. To make up for your kindness, I sent you a treat, Hint: it’s not the shake, but she doesn’t know that.
-S’
He closed the card, and his grin slowly grew into something much more shitty as he stepped out of the doorway. “Oh, that was so nice of her.” He beckoned her in with a hoof and took a deep inhale of the smell she gave off—she smelt like a treat, though she would wind up smelling like him before they were done.

14:38 Sweet_Treat takes a seat on her haunches as she waits for the stallion to examine the card, feeling the cool breeze rustling though her mane as the sun beats down on her back. She smiles at him, waving a hoof int he air as he clarifies, saying "I thought that deliveries had an examption for such things." Her demeanor lightens up quite a bit as he seems to be willing to let her continue now. Though...something about that new gaze and grin was just a tad unsettling to the mare. She bites her lips and then slowly begins to walk into the room. Spotting the desk at the side as the only real surface, she fishes into her pack to pull out a large, quart sized shake, showing to be neopolitan through the glass container. "There you are, one birthday shake from the Sweet's Shake Shack~" She coos and then turns towards the stallion once again.

14:38 < Sweet_Treat> (Lance)

14:46 Lance nodded hurriedly. “Oh, yeah, of course they do. Sorry I was a bit confused for a moment there.” He watched the mare enter and looked down at her back with hungry eyes as she passed. He visually groped her rump and flanks, eyes focusing on her tail for a final few seconds before he flicked them to the desk, where she’d set down his shake. He had missed breakfast, and dinner the previous night, and that shake was a sight for sore eyes. His belly growled in anticipation.
Shivering from the bombardment of cold air from outside, Lance closed the door behind him, then stepped in front of it. Oh yeah, and he had no intentions of letting the mare go. “Oh wait, that’s it?” his smirk grew a bit more looming, and he leaned in, showing off truly just how much larger than the pegasus he was. As he’d get closer, she’d be able to pick up his scent—he had a musk to him that was quite obviously sexual, like that of a stallion who’d gone a round or two and gone to bed without a shower. The scent of sweat had mixed with that scent of arousal, and the entire concoction said a lot about the massive pony with the messy blue mane that was leaning towards her. “I thought that /you/ were my birthday present.”

14:57 Sweet_Treat 's tail flicks back and forth as she walks, but just the natural bounce, enough to be modest. She hears the soft click of the door behind her as she turns around, taking in just how large the particular pony in the room was. She was about halfway between the size of a normal filly and a mare while he looked to be as large as the average gryphon one sees around town. She gives a nod towards teh stallion as he begins to stalk towards her. Afterall, he merely wanted that shake she was sure. Her nose wrinkles at Lance's unwashed scent, shaking her head and pursing her lips. "That's it? Thats a pretty large thing you've got back there. I hope you have an icebox, since I doubt you can finish it in one sitting, even as hungry as you sound," she says with a laugh.
The shake itself was a swirl of white pink and brown where the three flavors intermingled and was topped with a generously delicious dalop of whip cream with a cherry on top and a scoop of nuts and sprinkles dotting the white. She tries to focus ont he scent that gives off, a sweet fruity one, but it's not enough to overwhem the musk of the stallion. She takes a step back, bumping into the desk as she does so, with a gulp. "I"ll have you know, I am /not/ that type of mare. If you were hoping for your friend to send you a prostitute, then I suppose she's gone and disapointed you." She says.

15:05 Lance broke out into a low chuckle, an almost cruel chuckle as he watched the mare step back until her rump hit the desk. Looking towards the door for a second, he thought briefly about his options, then turned to look down at the cute mare. “Nah, my friend would know better than to send me a prostitute.” He stepped forward, feeling a hot swelling in his sheathe at his anticipation, the head of his thick, black cock already starting to show. “And she most certainly has not disappointed me.” Leave it to Silver to know that he held on to repressed rape fantasies.
He reached the mare and pressed his chest up against hers, the fur soft and warm. He pushed her rump up against the desk a little more and settled a powerful hoof on the middle of her back. It was time to see if she struggled. “Now I would /really/ prefer it if you fought back.”

15:13 Sweet_Treat feels the cold wood of the desk encraouching further on her backside as the other begins to step towards her. Her eyes dart towards the door and her wings half flare, telegraphing her intent to flee when she got the opportunity. She could smell the heavy musk growing more powrful still as the other pony begant to swell with anticiatipation. He continues to approach, never offering her opportunity as his body began to push up against her own fur. "Y-you're a guard! You cant do this!" She shouts out in protest as she feels the heavy hoof coming down upon her back. The hard surface upon her flesh is enough to spur her into action.
Her head dips down for a second and she kicks back, using the force of the push to headbutt him in the windpipe. After the connection she flares her wings and attempts to dart on past him towards the door. Her tail thwacks hard upon his face as she brushes on by.

15:24 Lance hadn’t actually expected her to fight back that well! He was just getting ready to say something smug about being a guard when the top of her head collided with his windpipe, and he heaved and staggered backwards a step or two, wheezing as his eyes started to water, but even then, a wicked grin had come to his face, and as her tail slapped him across the face, a raspy, joyous cackle left him as he sprung after her. Despite his size, the stallion moved rather fast, and right around the same time that Sweet reached the door and started to turn the handle was when he crashed into her from behind, pinning her belly up against the wooden surface with his chest.
Lance breathed a couple of panting breaths in her ear, then chuckled low and wrapped his hoof around her chest to lift her squirming form away from the wall. Standing on his hinds, he held her there with one hoof pressed against the trim above the door for better balance. Below her, between her legs, his thick cock hung down, swinging with his movements, giving a heavy pulse and a throb with every excited beat of the stallion’s hear. “That was pretty good.”

15:34 Sweet_Treat races towards the door, feeling it growing closer still as her heart pounds in her chest and her breathing picks up. Her nostirlls flare and as she reaches the door she makes an excited noise of glee as the handle turns, even though she can hear him closing the distancw behind her. Just as the door begins to open underneath her hooves she's slammed into by a powerful force, closing the door with a loud clash and forcing her up agaisnt the wooden surface. The wind is knocked otu of her as she's left standing on her hind hooves, belly and chest against the cool textruured surface. "Let me go!" She calls out, feeling her fear rise as she's stuck there, so close to freedom.
Her ears fold down against her head as she hears his chuckle and feels his hot breath in her ear, coating it with hot humid air. Her body writhes to get free, pushing at the hoof that wraps around her chest and drags her back off the wall, though she's left off balance now with her hips thrusted forward. SHe lets out a loud bloodcurling scream, though all the way out there, its certain that the only one who knows of her presence is Lance. No help would come.

15:40 Lance loves the fact that she was squirming. Debatably, it was turning her on more than the thought of fucking her was. He probably had some major emotional issues that a shrink would love to take a look at. As the mare screamed, he winced, then pulled away from the wall and gasped his other hoof over his mouth. “No one’s gonna hear you, so there’s no need to blow out my damn eardrums.”
Handling the mare like a toy, he turned, then pushed her down hard on the desk, chest-first, then kicked the chair out of the way and stepped up behind her. He planted his forehooves on the desk, then absolutely loomed up above the little pegasus. In what was by far his favorite position, he planted a large hoof right between her shoulderblades and forced her chest down against the desk, then pressed his tongue to the back of her neck and licked slowly, erotically up her neck before stopping just short of her mane, a guttural moan sounding close to her ear.
Lance grunted, then tensed the muscles in his groin, causing his cock to flex. The thick, heavy slab of meat flicked upwards and slapped against her belly, and the stallion immediately adjusted his stance, grasping his cock with his free hoof and steering it between her legs. “Oh, by the way, I’m gonna enjoy this, which means you’re not.”

15:53 Sweet_Treat fights and flaps her wings, providing some modicum of trouble as the stallion steadily pulls her over towards the desk. Her mouth bites upon the hoof that stuck in her mouth, hoping to cause some injury to the stallion, but only found the hard surface against her teeth. She winces at the clatter of the chair from infornt of the desk as it tumbles upon the floor. She oofs as she's forced down ont the desk, splayed out beneath her hoof and unable to get her own hooves back underneath her to get away. "Y-you're a royal guard! You cant be doing this!" She shouts as she feels teh hot slippery tongue running up her fur, leaving a slick trail and pulling off a mixture of sweaty pony and sugary sweet icecream. She winces as the shaft hits upon her belly and the reflexively tucks her tail, moving her dock and fur down to cover the pair of tunnels between her hips. "I'm already not enjoying this you stupid horney stallion," she spits back at him. Her hind legs rub against his form as she tries to pull them out from around the pony to enable her to kick back.

15:57 < Sweet_Treat> (lance since I dont think I said it)

16:07 Lance was starting to wonder if he bit off a little more than he could chew with this mare, and he totally had, and he loved it. He idly looked at the scrapes her teeth had left on his hoof for a second, then growled as her tail and dock was pinned snugly over her sex. He grabbed her tail with a hoof, wound it up in her grasp, then yanked upwards in a swift motion that probably wouldn’t feel all too good for her tailbone. “Yeah, I’m a royal guard. So? Doesn’t mean I give a shit about their rules.” His own weight, plus the weight of his armor made it much too easy to keep her pinned as he lined up his cock for a second time, but with one hoof on her back and the other on her tail, he was having a little bit of trouble lining up. His bobbing cock poked and prodded messily at her cheeks, sliding over her taint once, twice three times. “You’re not supposed to enjoy it.”
The sound of the door opening snatched his attention, and Lance’s head jerked sharply to the left as he started to panic, only to see a little batpony standing in the doorway. “Oh, hey bat,” he said with a huff.
The batpony, short in nature, and with a messy purple-red mane atop her head, stepped in slowly and closed the door behind her. “I see you’re playing out that rape fantasy of yours.”
Lance snorted and cast her a look. “Get over here and help line me up. She’s making things difficult.”
Silver bit back a snicker and trotted casually over, eyes narrowed some as she observed the situation. “What, you need help having sex now?”
Lance replied with a snort, then lowered his front half and pressed his chest against Sweet’s back.

16:16 Sweet_Treat screams again at the sharp pain as her tail is yanked skyward, exposing her tight marehood and stared pucker to the stallion, a sensation that brings the start of tears to her eyes. "You cant do this to me! You're supposed to enforce the laws!" She cass out with desperation, squirming and making things all to difficutl for the stallion as he feels the tip poking into her sensitive flesh. After the third try she snorts and says, "Just let me go! We'll be here all day otherwise you stupid stallion!"

16:16 < Sweet_Treat> Her ears perk at the noise at the door and as it opens she calls out, "Help! Rape! He's raping me!" Though, that soon sinks into dismay as that familiar voice of the mare who had requested her to come here comes into focus. Her head turns slightly to see the little bat mare, drawing from her an angry gaze. "Y-you bitch! You cant let him do this to me! Get him to let me go!"

16:25 Lance chuckled as the mare yelled and squirmed and fought and writhed below him,k still idly trying to get his dick into the mare and failing almost comically. At Sweet’s words, Silver deadpanned, then looked up at Lance. “Let her go.”
Lance snorted, then ground his chest against Sweet’s back. “No.”
“Oh well, I tried.” Silver looked up at Lance, then rolled her eyes and stepped up behind the stallion. She was so small that she could step between his hind legs by doing little more than ducking her head. Her mane rubbed up against his sack, causing the stallion to groan lightly, and very quickly Silver found herself sitting between Lance’s hind legs and staring at Sweet’s near-perfect sex. It certainly wasn’t gonna be perfect when Lance was done with it. Grabbing the stallion’s thick cock with both forehooves, the little batpony, steered the fat head towards Sweet’s slit and lined it up. One hoof near the base, and the other a few inches away from the head, Silver gave the cock a few good strokes. “Okay, how’s that?”
Lance breathed a hot, feral breath in Sweet’s ear, then pushed his hips forward, gritting his teeth and moaning as he applied pressure to those tight folds. He rocked his hips back and forth, quite aware of the feel of Silver’s hooves on his dick, then gave a sudden, hard thrust in. There was a ‘schlick’ and a ‘pop’, and a loud moan from Lance, and his cock was in.
Silver let out a masochistic chuckle, peering at the stretched hole for a second before sidling out from between Lance’s legs. “Holy fuck that’s hot.” Lance simply replied to her with a chuckle and a slow roll of his hips into the mare below him.

16:29 < Sweet_Treat> (i hate to do this to you Lance, but I've lost my mood for the moment >.<

16:30 < Sweet_Treat> (we'll have to pick up, like tomorrow or something!

16:32 < Lance> ( works for me )

13:12 Sweet_Treat sputters at Silver's play of asking for her freedom. "Y-you're a guard too, you two cant do this!" She protests once more, kicking her hind legs wildly and hitting only air from each swipe. And here this incompetent stallion would never get in, if that stupid bat pony hadnt come along. "You stupid bitch! You're just going to let him rape me?" She screams out. This is soon followed by abother loud cry as the shaft slides into her slickened marehood, bringing with it a painful streching as the thick shaft slides in deep, creating a lump in her hips that surely the smaller bat pony could see. as it slides in deeper. Her walls clench and roll over his shaft as the flesh pulls her tunnel incredibly tight, leaving her gasping for breath before letting out another scream.

13:26 Lance replied witha snort and a deep shudder of his frame that drove a moan to his lips. Silver, ducking out from between the stallion’s legs, chuckled, then shifted over to the desk and climbed up on it with a little grunt and a heavy, fluttering her batty wings. “Look at it from my perspective.” Silver sat herself on the desk beside the mare’s head, then looked at that massive shake and made a reach for it. Holding it with both hooves, she pulled the cap, then took a sip. “Hey... this is pretty good.” She wiped her muzzle. “Anyways, look at it from my perspective—this is pretty fucking hot, and he’s also not doing it to me.”
Silver’s ears folded flat at the scream, and she hissed under her breath before glancing up to Lance. “Fuck, she can scream.” Her eyes flicked to the mare’s belly, and she stifled a satisfied chuckle. “Fuck, is that what I looked like when you fucked me?”
Lance shrugged, pressed down on the back of Sweet’s neck, then rolled his hips forward with a low grunt, the width of his cock all but tearing the little mare below him as he thrust it in between her folds, giving her no time to adjust. “Fuck if I know. I couldn’t see your gut.”

13:39 Sweet_Treat shuffles her hips back and forth instinctually, trying to adjust to the thick length that spread her wide as the sensations in her nethers nearly overwhelms her in its intensity, a mix of pain andn pleasure, with more of the former than the latter. The shaft just seems to keep coming and she hadnt even reached his medial ring yet. The mare gives a death glare up at the bat pony, though its ruined with the subtle wrinkles of pain as she tries to hold back the tears. She could feel the lump getting deeper and deeper, and knows she'll soon bottom out, though probably with the ring all the way inside.

13:39 < Sweet_Treat> The shake was the perfect mixture of fluffyness and sweetness, no doublt from the coulds she worked into the mixture. It melted wonderfully on the tongue, providing a wonderfully chill sensation. She'd been working towards the perfect one all her life, and would have been rather proud at the compliment in other circumstances. "You probably want to be fucked by him, you slut."

13:44 < Sweet_Treat> (also lance since no boop)

13:52 Lance was definitely enjoying himself, and Silver was enjoying Lance enjoying himself. The mare took another swig of the shake, then set it aside and leaned down to pat patronizingly at Sweet’s cheek. “Of course I want to fuck him,” she chimed, nodding up towards the stallion, who looked down at her and smirked. “I /have/ fucked him. His dick is one of the best fucking things I’ve ever felt.” She frowned a little. “Also capable of literally killing me, so that adds a little bit of excitement into the sex.”
Lance rolled his hips forward with a heavy grunt, stuffing his cock into her right up until his broad flare all but punched her cervix, his medial ring just barely pressing between her folds, practically crushing her clit against her vulva.
Silver rolled over and sprawled out on her belly. “Granted, you’re a little bigger than me, so you take it a little better.” As Silver spoke, Lance pushed down on Sweet’s back and ground his hips forward, testing her limits. Silver, eyes flicking up to him, leaned over to the edge of the desk to peer at Sweet’s rump. “Anyways, looks like he’s bottomed out, and there’s still quite a bit of cock that’s not stuffed into your prissy cunt. So.” She rolled back over and settled her chin on the desk beside Sweet’s. “Call me a slut again and I might just tell him to make the rest of it fit. Tell me, do you want children?”

14:02 Sweet_Treat tilts her head to the side and snaps at Silver's hoof, teeth grazing the edge of it as it pats her. "Then why dont you fuck him instead of him using me," she responds through panting shuddering breaths. As Lance presses forward, filling her out surther she gives another loud moan that soon changes int a noise of pain as the presses right up against that internal wall. It was at this threat that the mare finally feels defeated and cowed. Her ears fold flat against her face as tears begin to dampen her eyes. "Y-yes...eventually...Fine...just get it over with..." She sighs, clenching her eyes shut and tensing the rest of her body as she expects it to get worse still.

14:02 < Sweet_Treat> Slick mare juices slowly drip from her nethers as the shaft slides in and out while her walls grip gith around the sensitive flesh. The muscles inside contract and squeeze over the member while she lays there, making pained noises.

14:11 Lance Lance backed off on his grinding a little bit as the mare seemed to break, then stood there dutifully looking down at Silver with one eyebrow raised, his cock pulsing with his heartbeat. Every time Sweet’s sex squeezed or massaged his length, the stallion would shift a little and a powerful flex would run down his shaft in a motion that was all but strong enough to lift her rump off the table. “Fuck, she’s so fuckin wet right now,” Lance said with a little wiggle of his hips and a soft thrust up against her cervix.
Silver smirked a shitty smirk, then sat up on the desk and leaned back against the wall, where she had a nice profile view of the two, and a side view of the stallion’s massive, black cock. “See, you are enjoying it.” Silver chuckled. “Good thing too, otherwise you would have some nasty friction tears right about now. I mean, don’t get me wrong, blood makes good lube, but that’s hard to clean up.” She grabbed up the shake, then took another sip. “Have at her, Lance.”
And Lance had at her. The stallion immediately pulled back at Silver’s command, then thrust in with a low moan and a throaty chuckle. Still holding Sweet’s tail, he yanked up on it to lift her rump a bit, augering himself down into her as he huffed and puffed hot air against the back of her head.
“Oh yeah,” Silver pitched in. “And I’m not fucking him because he’s having some serious problems with his marriage right now, and sexual frustration is in full swing.”

14:22 Sweet_Treat gives anoehr squeal as she feels her self lifted up on the desk before plopping back down. She certainly felt on the verge of tearing with as wide as she was streched. The mare certainly wouldnt be walking straight for a week. SHe winces as the thrust brushes up against the end of her tunnel once more. The mare offers another glare at Silver, but nothing more. She so wanted to tear that stupid bat pony up though. Her eyes go wide at the command and then a thought crossed her mind. "You're really taking orders from that mare? And here you portrayed yourself as some big strong stallion," she says through her panting breath, taking one more snipe at her assaulter.

14:22 < Sweet_Treat> As lance began to go at her, she felt the warm pressure buidling below with each thrust bringing her closer and closer to her own unwanted climax. Soon enough she reaches it, and gives a loud carnal moan as her entire body shudders. Her feminine tunnel begins to contract more rappidly over the shaft as juices squirt out againts the stallion's balls.

14:22 < Sweet_Treat> (Lance)

14:35 Lance was in heaven. In terms of gentleness, he was being considerably rougher than he would have been with Silver, though he was still, quite obviously holding back. Silver watched with a half-agape jaw, eyes hungrily watching the large stallion fuck the brains out of the smaller mare. One hoof drifted casually down between her legs, where she stroked around the edges of her own sex with a hooftip. Lance kept up the good work, his thrusts firm and rhythmic, cock flexing every now and then. Sweet’s words, likely an attempt to sway the situation, reached his ears, and he licked his lips, his stomach rumbling against her back.
As Sweet came, Lance slowed his movements until he had all but stopped, feeling her juices drip down his cock and balls, causing a light tingle.
Shaking slightly, he leaned down and bit hard on the tip of her ear, then released it and growled, “She told me to at least keep you in one piece, so we could let you go afterwards.” His hoof pressed down on her back with almost-crushing force, and he rolled his hips forward, grinding his flare up against her cervix, pushing with relentless force. “But if you insist, I’ll stop taking orders.”
He released her with both hooves, then gripped both her shoulders and arched his back. He pulled back on her and thrust in at the same time, wincing a little at the discomfort it caused. There was a few moments of resistance, then his cock took the plunge right up to the widened base and the bulge of his head appeared plainly in Sweet’s lower gut. The massive stallion shuddered, then let out a feral growl of pleasure and settled the entirety of his weight on her back.
“Oh well, I tried.” Silver looked up at Lance, then rolled her eyes and stepped up behind the stallion. She was so small that she could step between his hind legs by doing little more than ducking her head. Her mane rubbed up against his sack, causing the stallion to groan lightly, and very quickly Silver found herself sitting between Lance’s hind legs and staring at Sweet’s near-perfect sex. It certainly wasn’t gonna be perfect when Lance was done with it. Grabbing the stallion’s thick cock with both forehooves, the little batpony, steered the fat head towards Sweet’s slit and lined it up. One hoof near the base, and the other a few inches away from the head, Silver gave the cock a few good strokes. “Okay, how’s that?”

14:40 < Lance> ( oops. My bad. )

14:40 < Sweet_Treat> >.<

14:41 < Lance> ( I didn't know the up arrow did that )

14:45 Sweet_Treat had managed to let herself fall into her powerful afterglow as Lance continues to go at her, though thank goodness the sensation finally stopped...though she hadn't felt the stallion finish. A loud scream leaves her lips as the mouth comes down upon her ear, piercing the flesh and leaving it half on once he released. She can feel a trickle of blood running donw her face now once the stallion lets go. THe following owrds send a chill down the pegasus's spine, fully shocking her out of her afterglow. "Wait...actuall-eeeeeee" She begins when the stallion begins pushing forward. Soon enough she feels an imense pain in her hips as the shaft streches her wide, pushing through the tiny hole till its streched winde enough to allow Lance entry. She's in tears now, completely humiliated and likely forever injured by the stalllion's massive cock. A trickle of bright red begins to drizzle out as it stains her clear fluids, with something inside most certainly torn.

14:52 Lance had to take a moment to breathe and work himself down, or we was going to cum on the spot, and no one wanted a premature orgasm at a frozen pace. He growled and roughly ground his hips forward, looking down at her torn ear and rolling his eyes. Silver watched on with something that resembled mild concern, sort of like the mess a fed-up mother would make if her children were doing something particularly messy.
“Lance what the fuck,” she said with a bit of a huff. “You just fucking broke her.”
he shrugged, then roughly yanked his hips back. Gritting his teeth, the stallion resumed his efforts, pounding into her womb with every hard thrust, eyes rolling back a little in his head as he pressed down on her back. It only took him ten or fifteen more seconds, and with a loud moan and a hard thrust forward, he pressed himself nearly to the hilt in the poor mare below him as his cockhead flared like a knot, then the torrential flood of seed started, his cock swelling with every thick burst of cum that he flooded the mare with.
Silver bit her lip and stifled a low moan. “Hah, fuck, you cumming?” Her eyes flicked to Sweet’s belly. “Shit, you’re probably gonna swell her up.”

14:55 < Sweet_Treat> (We gotta go get ingredients for turkey...bbiab lance)

14:55 < Lance> ( Lol! )

14:57 < Sweet_Treat> (Actually...I'm probably not gonna be in the mood when we get back alas...)

18:48 < BurpyHooves> [ A Better Treat Than a Shake | Gyro's Collected Journals ]

19:01 < -> You are now known as Sweet_Treat

19:01 < Sweet_Treat> oops

19:01 Sweet_Treat screams out in pain as he feels the stallion pushing in and out of him with heavy thrusts ever second or so, racking her body with increidbly pain. Her streched cervix was spread wide open, widened permanatnly to the size of the stallion's shaft. She wished he'd just cum already, not that a lot of good that'd do her. Certainly she could never have sex again. Her struggles have all but ceased now as she lies on the desk, panting heavily with tears streaming down her face. Finally the stallion quivers and lets loose. Moments later her belly begins to sag as the virulent seed spills out into her now opened womb, and sealed in tight by the shaft, not a drop escapes down out the back of her sensitive tunnel. How humiliating this was...but at least it was all done with.

19:01 < Sweet_Treat> (boop Lance)

19:13 Lance ravished her, and Silver watched with a look that was somewhere between morbid interest and arousal. She idly traced a hoof through the fur on her groin, eyes flicking between the small, crying mare, and the large white stallion that was pounding her into the table. And if Silver knew one thing from the times she’d been with the large earth pony, it was when he was about to cum. She sat up a little bit and chuckled to herself as the stallion tensed up and pressed into her. She saw the base of his cock throb and swell, then saw the look in the mare’s face as he flooded her womb with cum.
Lance laid atop her, panting, sweaty chest pressing against against her back as he went partially limp, his flare swollen just inside her womb, somewhat locking him in place as he gently tugged backwards with his hips. He bit his lip, his sensitive head squeezed from all angles by her. His wide head still drooled cum into her slightly-swollen womb, his limp shaft still carrying his strong heartbeat.
“Well now what?” Silver asked with a pointed look to the stallion lounging happily atop the battered mare. She moved her hoof away from her groin, then rolled forward on the desk and stood. “I thought we were gonna let her go before you fucking broke her. Now we’re gonna have to... bury her or something.”
Lance chuckled, still panting, keeping the mare pinned with weight alone. “I could rut her again.”
“No, fuck that, I’m horny as shit. I want the next round.”
The stallion huffed, then started to sit himself up a little. “Well shit, I could probly eat her.”

19:17 < -> Mercury is now known as AppleDash

19:23 Sweet_Treat breathes out with heavy relief as she feels the stallion finally collapse down on top of her, a sign that he had finally finished trashing her body. WIth her ruined, tassled mane and fur matted down by the other's sweat an dher own tears she lays there, breathing hard beneath his heavy wieght while she feels the bulge of the stallion's cum filling up her womb. She's in a bit of a daze fueled by pain and dissassociation from the current state of affairs and so hardly pays much attention to the two as they begin to argue what to do with her. The first phrase she actually processes is that last one, which she suddenly tenses up with a start and looks back at the pair. Surely he's joking. THere's no way that a stallion could eat her... "Werent' you just going to let me go? Just do that and let me be...."

19:47 Lance rolled his eyes and looked down to the mare as she spoke. “Well I hadn’t planned on it, but I guess my friend’s a little softer than I am.”
“Wait!?” Silver spluttered, fixing Lance with a flabbergasted look. “Eat her? You can do that? Or are you fucking with me?”
“Yeah, I can do that,” he replied simply, giving another tug on his flare. There was a moment of resistance, then it popped out of her womb and the stallion gave a powerful shudder.
“Whole!?” Silver fired back.
Lance gave her a pointed look. “Yeah, how else?” He continued dragging his hips back until his flared head popped free, and the stallion shuddered. He lifted his weight off Sweet’s back, then pressed a single forehoof down between her shoulderblades in order to keep her pinned.
Silver got close enough to give Lance a strong prod in the side. “Bullshit. Just because you’re huge doesn’t mean you can do it.”
He smirked at her. “Wanna bet?”
Silver hesitated, ran over her options, then nodded. “Hell yeah I wanna bet.”

20:31 Sweet_Treat 's tail drops flat as she hears the current back and fofrth between the two ponies that had her rather well locked up. "Y-you cant! THat's impossible just let me go!" She squirms beneath the one pointed pressure of the hoof, bringing an increased pain to her shoulders. "YOu're friend is nuts! You're nuts!" She counters as the will to fight returns to her body once more.

20:42 Lance chuckled in response to Silver, then looked down at the mare wiggling below his hoof, as if he’d just remembered that she was there for the conversation as well. “Hungry, not nuts.” As if to give more intimidation to his words, the large stallion’s stomach gave a low, rumbling growl. Lance licked his lips as he looked down at her, then moved his hoof to her right shoulder and roughly rolled the pegasus mare over onto her back. Silver watched on in pure interest as she sat on the other half of the desk, watching the scene unfold with eager, but disbelieving eyes.
With the terrified pegasus mare now on her back, Lance looked her up and down, his perverse eye now layered with a new look. Large, firm hooves moved to her shoulders and squeezed, then pulled her roughly up to a sitting position on the desk. With the size difference between the two, it putt Sweet right about at eye level with him, if not a little below. Then he leaned forward, his large, broad tongue sliding out from between his lips to press against her chest, then he licked slowly up and over her collarbones, up her neck, then flicked his tongue off her chin. A low, contented sound left him. His eyes flicked to Silver, who was still looking at him like he was full of shit, then he opened his mouth.
It was a big mouth. Two rows of large, intimidating square teeth filled Sweet’s vision, and his hot breath wafted out over her, smelling faintly of veggies and poor dental hygiene. His hot, wide tongue stretched back into his throat, the dim light from the single bulb above providing only enough light to see his inner mouth. Beyond that it was dark. With his jaws stretched wide, they could easily fit around her head, and as Lance leaned it, it was clear that that was just what he planned to do.

20:49 < ZeroItamae> (How big is Lance compared to a normal pone? :o)

20:51 Sweet_Treat can suddenly feel his gaze burning a hole in her back as it shifts down to stare at her captor begins to laugh at her words of protest. She can not only hear, but feel, the loud rumbling gurgle of the greedy stomach as it pressed into her back, causing her own ears to flatten once more. As she begins to get rolled over this time, she doesnt even fight it, wanting to face her captors to perhaps have a btter chance of escape in her future.
Sweet Treat joins Silver in that disbelieving doubtful look as the two of them now come into view through her tear obscured eyes which crawled with red veins from her tears. Here she started to get an idea of quite how massive the creature is, and as the tongue runs up through her fur, drawing off a bit of her sweet flavor, she feels a tinge of fear once again as the drool is left in a trail on her body. She got to stare down his massive open jaws now, looking at the hot wiggling flesh beyond, lined with clear shimmering drool while the organic fles writhed and moved. She winkles her snout and tries to turn her head away as the foul stale scent of his breath wafts over her nose, leaving her gagging. "N-nooo...." she sputters out in protest.

20:52 < -> Ruzeth is now known as GyroFeather

20:52 < Lance> ( @zeroItamae https://cdn-img.fimfiction.net/story/mm95-1479102112-353560-full About yay big, though the mare is kinda on the small side as well, so subtract a few inches)

20:53 < ZeroItamae> (Oh wow, that looks quite intimidating x3)

21:05 Lance made sure he was squeezing her shoulder with one hoof, then grabbed her mane with the other and forced her head straight again, holding her in place. His stomach growled again, and with his mouth open and so close to her head, she’d be able to hear the eager groaning up his throat. He stifled a laugh, shot Silver a wink, then leaned in. Making a patronizing ‘aahhhhh’ sound, he pressed his tongue to the underside of Sweet’s jaw, then stretched his mouth a little wider pressed forward. His bottom row of teeth brushed her chin, and his top row hit her ears and forced them flat against her head as he pushed her muzzle into his hungry mouth. He released her mane right as he pushed forward, his teeth fully engulfing the round shape of her head and closing off on her neck. He pressed his lips to her sweet coat, then formed a seal on her neck with them and wrapped his right forehoof around her middle to pull her towards him, sliding down until his cheeks hit her shoulders. With the seal on her head that he held, he chuckled again, then shut his eyes and let out a contented moan. His tongue molested the underside of her jaw and her neck, her mane pressed against the roof of his mouth and slicked down with his drool.
He’d first put an entire pony’s head in his mouth as a party trick, back in college. His marefriend had thought it was funny as hell. She’d asked him to do alone once, wondering how it felt. Once he’d gotten his head in her mouth he’d wondered if he could do the shoulders... as a matter of fact he /could/ do the shoulders. What about the hips? Again, he could! Eh, he hadn’t liked her all too much anyways, and by the time she had started screaming he knew he’d probably gone too far.
Silver was beside herself in awe as she watched the ordeal. She mouthed a very obvious ‘holy shit,’ then lowered her head to peer at the underside of Lance’s jaw, as if looking for some sort of trick. “Okay, but there’s no way you can get her shoulders.” She was quiet for a second, then snorted. “I knew you had a big mouth, but fuck, Lance.”

21:17 Sweet_Treat finds herself rather soon forced back to look down the greedy pulsating throat of the large, evidently hungry horse before her, watching that throat grow ever closer with wide feerful eyes before the lips slip up around her snout and underneath her chin, letting the teeth scrape against the flesh while the hot drool began to break into her flesh around it. Then the lips creep up over the eyes, envoloping her in hot slimy darkness, drawing a loud scream from the frozen mare's lips. She begins to squeal as the tongue vibrates beneath her while the teet creep ever further up around her head till the snout pushes back against the fleshy walls of the throat. Her head fur is covered in hot drool, and now her mane begins to absorb that too, leaving her body feeling scratchy to the soft flesh as it absorbed much of the saliva.
Then, she hears...and feels the first gulp. The hot flesh opens up in front of her snout and then grasps upon it, before sinking back down, pulling her just a couple inches into the snout while her ears slip into his jaws. Another gulp and her body is drawn deeper still, till a seal forms on her neck. Her mouth is clamped shut by the powerful muscles, halting her screams for the moment. This couldnt be happening...this seariously couldnt be happening, and yet it was. Her head was soon enitrely saturated in hsi hot drool, and mounted as she was, the mare could put up no real fight to the position she found herself in presently.

21:17 < Sweet_Treat> (boop Lance)

21:26 Lance was enjoying this too much. On top of being deeply satisfying, it was also physically arousing to feel her terrified trembles in his maw—yeah, he really needed a shrink. But now came the harder part. He shot a look to Silver, who was still looking at him like a child watching some sort of exciting action sequence, then pushed down and swallowed hard with a loud, audible ‘gluk.’ The lack of struggling from sweet made things relatively easy for him, and as he reached her shoulders, he spread his mouth wide and turned his head to the left and right, trying to stuff them past his cheeks. His hooves moved to her forelegs and pinned them tightly to her sides, pulling her upwards towards his ravenous maw. Her snout tickled at the back of his throat and he gagged, then regained himself and swallowed again. His cheeks slid around her shoulders and his teeth scraped uncomfortably down her chest and back as her muzzle and most of her head was pulled back into his throat. Lance shivered, let out a muffled chuckle, then swallowed and pushed again, swallowing up her shoulders and taking her down to her elbows, her head causing a rounded bulge in his throat below his jaw.
“Holy shit dude,” Silver said, jaw hanging open as she watched the scene in front of her. “You’re fucking doing it. Like, her head is in your throat!”

21:34 Sweet_Treat feels, and hears the next powreful gulp as the muscles roll over her head, this time drawing her crown and folded ears down into the muscular throat of the stallion, leaving a rather visible and telling bulge where it had been. She feels a steady stream of saliva running down the throat with each half swallow as her shoulders begin to press out into the hot mouth, scraping over the teeth as he wiggles back and forth. She fights at his hooves as they're released long enough to work to lock them into a new position at thier side, though Lance easily overpower's her, shoving them to the side as another gulp draws near. The mare wises up to her fate and throws her wings open wide now as his lips come to push against her second lower set of shoulders. This was her last stand and she knew it, even as the sensitive wings press painfully to the ridges of the teeth. If she closes those wings now, she'll most certainly be a gonner. She can hear his cruel laughs, though noe onf Silver's words through his thick throat as she languishes in the sweltering maw. Little beads of sweat form on her fur now, only merely enhancing her flavors.

21:50 < Sweet_Treat> (Really? I sorta figure she should be pushing in now at least :P

21:52 < Lance> ( Oh, uh. yeah she should be. MY BAD. Lemme fix that and repost. )

21:54 < Lance> ( thanks for the catch )

21:54 Lance was just getting ready to swallow her down when her wings snapped open in front of his face, obscuring his vision and causing Silver to laugh as he flinched a little bit. Lance gnawed his top row of teeth against the bases of those pesky wings, then tried to grab for one with a forehoof. They were large, and clumsy to grab, and now that he’d reached the base, would be absolutely impossible to fold back down to her sides. Grumbling to himself, Lance realized that he should have been holding them closed. Sweet might not have known it, but she’d just bought herself a one way ticket to pain.
Lance grabbed her by the waist with both hooves, then pulled up, hard, stretching his jaw as wide as he could and forcing a couple hard swallows. The appendages struggled against his face, his teeth digging into the flesh near the base. His jaw popped as he stretched it even wider, bending her wings backwards a little bit, then he bit down, squeezing and applying pressure. His square teeth pressed painfully against her sternum, and his top row pressed down harder .. and harder on those fragile joints until one broke with a brittle crack. Lance grunted, then swallowed, and the other wing buckled backwards with something more of a meaty pop, as if it had dislocated rather than broken.
Silver had winced at the sound, and folded her own wings protectively to her back with a little bit of a shiver. “Wow, you don’t fuck around, do you?” Now, without resistance, Lance really started to pull her down. Broken wings dangling back behind her, lying on the desk before her rump, Lance didn’t seem to care. He squeezed her waist and lifted her off the desk, tilting his head back until Sweet was horizontal in the air in order to straighten his throat.
He gulped once, twice, swallowing a few inches of her torso and broken wings each time as he hungrily stuffed her down his throat. It took him a little less than six seconds for his teeth to rake over the hocks of her hind legs, the bulge of her struggling body visible in his throat right down to his chest. Finally, for Sweet, the pressure would let up around her head as her muzzle was pushed through a tight sphincter. She would find herself with open space around her, hot, acrid air stinging at her eyes and nose, his heartbeat like thunder in her ears.

22:00 Sweet_Treat breaths a sigh of relief as it seems like the wings haf stalled his progress as they press up into the sides of the mouth. She winces as she feels the teeth biting hard into the sides of her wings, but the sensation of the hooves scrambling uselessly against the feathered appendages brings her a little bit of reassurance that maybe she wont have to finish up this terrible journey down into the stallion's smelly insides after all. Then she feels his swallowing increase, a rolling grip of muscles that tug her in and increase the pressures on her gentle wing joints, bringing to them a painful stress as they fought to stay outside of the maw.
She feels a heavy powerful snap rushing through her left wing, followed by a rush of incredibly pain as the wing collapses uselessly to her side. A muffled scream leaves her mouth, despite it being held shut, dying instead by the time it reaches the edge of the hut. The other was quicker to go as it tore from teh socket, bringing another howl of pain as it was forced back against the side. Her body goes limp as the sensations overwhelm her ability to fight for the moment, and that, along with her body being lifted skyward in the air helped to angle her to slide down much faster into the pony's greedy core. She hears the thundering breath and heartbeat in her ears, along with a disconcertinly close gurgling noise that sounded all above the wet glcks of his swallowing.
Her snout presses right up to one of the sphincters, and then after a second hesitation, it opens up to accept the start of her head inside. The powerfu acrid scents fill her senses, hanging so dense that she can taste the bitter bile in the air itself, while her mucous membranes feel liek they're being lit on fire. The mare begins to cough and lets out a nother loud scream, this one more audible with her muzzle unclenched. "L-let me out! This cant be happening! You cant be doing this to me!" She begs, feeling overwhelmed with dispair as she sinks deeper still.

22:14 Lance let his tongue play over the fur of her groin, moaning happily to himself, the arousal from swallowing the poor mare serving as enough stimulation to keep his cock swollen and swinging below him. Her broken wings twitched spastically against his throat and the sides of his mouth, almost enough to trigger his gag reflex, but not quite, the tips still hanging from his mouth beside her rump.
Silver’s batty ears perked at the scream, which was much louder than before, also emanating from the general vicinity of his slightly-rounded stomach, the stallion equivalent of a slight beer belly. “Holy fuck... dude.” She looked at the pegasus’ rump and squirming hind legs, then let out a short, disbelieving chuckle as she lenaed forward heavily on her forehooves, staring wide-eyed at the squirming bulge in his neck. “No, this is /totally/ happening!” she shouted back to sweet.
Lance completely released her with his hooves once he had all but her rump in his maw. And now came his favorite part—gravity. The large stallion reared up and slammed his forehooves down on the desk, angling his entire body upwards before throwing his head back and inverting the mare completely. Mouth open, eyes closed, Lance could have been smiling if he could have as he felt gravity start to pull her down his slick throat. He tensed his body for a brief moment, then swallowed, rocking his head upwards at the same time in a bit of a pigeon-swallow. Slowly, her rump slid past his teeth, his tongue sliding over her groin before tightening against her taint and sex, pulling and easing her deeper as her shoulders were pushed through that sphincter. In seconds, her entire rump was in his mouth, sliding towards his throat.
Silver watched as Lance stood almost majestically, mouth open as the mare’s squirming legs and wingtips vanished past his lips, sliding down to her knees like some sad ship sinking below the crest.

22:28 Sweet_Treat drizzles a little bit of the stallion's cum and her own fluides out over Lance's tongue as his throat puts an increased pressure on her filled up womb while her broken wings fight and twitch besied her, steadily moving down the throat like the rest of her. Her hind legs kick out wildly, striking nothing but the air as she's steadily pushed deeper and deeper into the stallion's form. Soon her face presses down into the acids that line the stomach, before she then breaches the surfac with a sputtering moments later. Sweet's eyes shift around in the pitch black while her face presses right up against the stomach lining, adding more depth to the originally just rounded stomach below. More and more of her body spills out into the chamber while she just barely hears Silver's response from behind the thick flesh.
Her body shudders and fights, though the pain is enough to keep her largely gimped in her struggles, as each kick or swallow sends another powerful shooting pain througout her body. As her feet shifts skywards she feels her heart sink deepers still as her journey is hastened. The stallion's jaws gulp up faster still, drawing her inwards till only her hind hooves and a bit of tail stick from his mouth while the largest lumps of her form have disapeared into the belly beyond. The slick surface inside assaults all of her senses, leaving her near on the verge of vomiting as she struggles to maintain her composure.

22:50 Lance gives two more swallows, then snaps his teeth down with an audible ‘clack’ on the last eight or so inches of tail hanging from his mouth, his tongue probing the mare’s hooves as they remain held hostage in his mouth. The bulge of her rump showed halfway down his throat. A low, rumbling chuckled escaped through his nose as he felt her weight settling in his rounded gut, causing it pull downwards a bit. Looking down at Silver, he shot her a toothy grin , Sweet’s tail hanging from the corner of his mouth. “Told ya,’” he said in a low voice, words distorted by her hooves. Lance opened his mouth, then swallowed hard and the rest of her tail snaked into his maw, her hind hooves sliding back and across his tongue before sinking into his throat. Again, Lance looked down at Silver, then stretched his mouth wide and gave her a good look at a large, empty mouth.
“Holy shit,” the batmare said with a breathy voice, feeling a light shiver run through her frame. She’d just watched another mare—a mare bigger than she was—get swallowed whole by the stallion in front of her. Her eyes watched the squirming shape of the mare’s rump as it slid slowly, almost seductively down Lance’s throat, the stallion working it along with light swallows. She watched until that lump slid down into his chest, his belly steadily rounding out. Sweet’s rump was pushed through the sphincter, and all at once, her weight landed in Lance’s belly like a bomb, and it dropped about a foot below him. Lance groaned, then let out a shameless moan, flexing his cock as it swelled some and twitched below him.
“Fuck, that feels so good,” Lance breathed with a perverse tone to his voice. He dropped back down to all fours with a heavy thud, his round belly squirming pathetically with the shape of Sweet, then grabbed for the shake Silver had left on the desk. He held it up, tilted it back, then chugged about half of it before stifling a cough. “You have no idea how much that dries out your throat.”
“Holy fuck you just swallowed a pony whole... Alive!” Silver blinked, then slowly slid to the edge of the desk and dropped down to all fours to make her way over beside Lance. She raised a hoof to pet at the swollen shape in his gut. Really, if it weren’t squirming and crying, it probably could have passed for excessive body fat on his large frame. “I don’t know whether to be disgusted or turned on.”
“Yeah well, having her in there is making me horny as fuck, so get over to the bed.” Inside his gut, Sweet would be in a world that was all his. The sweltering heat would be nearly unbearable, his stomach squeezing her from all angles, the digestive enzymes and acids in his gut nibbling at her coat and feathers. Every breath might as well have been a hurricane to her, being so close to his lungs, and his heart a bass drum

10:47 Sweet_Treat kicks weakly with her hind hooves in his mouth, but with her legs locked up in the throat as they are, it winds up as more of a gently patting of the tongue and teeth as she fights to get away. Her tail swishes back and forth in fear as well, before she then begins to laugh from the ticklish sensation running over her hooves, causing the mare to convulse halfway down the stallion's throat as an involuntary bout of laughter takes her. The tickling of her incredibly sensitive frogs lasts only a couple seconds, but it feels like an eternity with where she is. Her body rubs over the slickend flesh of the stomach, splashing the foul liquid up and over her. Occasionally an intake of air would instead bring her a mouthful of the sour bile which burned at her throat and windpipe, while the taste runs over her tongue. She could feel chunky bits in the mix, sort of like cottage cheese and something stringy, probably remenants of whatever Lance had had for lunch still stewing away. Those breaths stifle her laughter for only a second while she sputters and coughs, before going for another breath.
Sweet didnt know Silver's response, unable to hear it throug the thick flesh and the loud noises of the greedy stallion's body, but she knew that hers was one of revulsion and complete horror. She was pressing into this pony's stomach, squishing in with his food and mixed with his vomit. And it made her inrecibly sick. Her rump pushes in wiht them, forcing some up the chunky liquid up against her sensitive lips as she falls into the stomach. The sensation is too much, and she finally loses it, spilling out waht little food she had in her belly, a couple half digested pieces of fruit taht left her swimming in her own vomit.
She shudders, near frozen in fear fort he moment as the sadistic stallion goes on about how she feels while the rest of her form is worked down into the stomach. Suddenly a couple new gulps brings a chilly sensation to her hooves, pressing her down faster intot he stomach, where the rest of her is then greeted by the cold that brings out a loud gasp from her lips. At least the sweet mixture of scents from the shake helped to overpower the other mixture of scents, allowing her to breathe a little easier,but still in complete shock. She hears them talking about sex, but she cant beleive it as she's tumbled around in the stomach, mixed with the juices.
She notices a little resistance on her back, and with some confusion realizes that her saddlebag was in here as well...now if only she actually had something in there that could help her, not that bent as she was in the cramped somach, could she reache it.

11:03 Lance couldn’t deny the deep satisfaction he was feeling. Still somewhat swimming on the relaxed feeling that his orgasm had left him with, and now with the warmth and the weight of the squirming mare in his stomach, he was a particularly happy camper, and also more aroused than he had been in quite some time. He watched Silver make her way over to the bed, the little batpony still looking a combination of amazed and amused. “You know,” he said with a small frown, motioning towards his squirming gut. “I just realized I didn’t even bother taking her saddlebags off.”
Silver snorted, then threw herself onto the old mattress in the corner and rolled over onto her back. “Heh, get a little carried away there, stud?”
He rolled his eyes at her, then stepped forward, his cock, which had been limp right up until Sweet had settled in his belly, was now everything but. “Maybe a little.” He reared up and let his hooves land beside her head on the squeaky mattress, his wide cockhead pressing against her naval.
Silver’s eyes were on his gut as he stood above her, watching in endless curiosity as the flesh below his white coat bulged and squirmed. “How long is she gonna last in there, exactly?” Her forehooves drifted down to grab near the head of Lance’s cock and steer it towards her sex, pressing his large head against her folds.
Lance shrugged in response to her question, then casually pinned her shoulder with a forehoof and pressed into her with a low groan, the mare below him giving a gasp and a light squeak in arousal. “Fuck, twenty minutes, maybe?” He rocked his hips a little, sending his heavy gut swaying, then snickered. “Doesn’t take long for ‘em to start screaming.”

11:17 Sweet_Treat shivers as she hears the coldness and bemusement that the other two were enjoying at her expense, though Silver's words came as faint and indistinct, as opposed to Lance's, which nearly deafens her each time. She kicks out against the walls fo the shamber as she's mixed in with the slop, feeling the cold sensation that had washed over her steadily warming up as the heat of the body leashes into the chamber. Her body is sloshed around the chamber as lance moves, causing her to sway and rotate and ensuring that her entire body is coated in the liquid that certainly would be working to unite hwer with Lance. She hadn't soaked quite long enough to begin to feel the effects of the acid, but the mare knew they were certainly coming.
"Get me out of here! Spit me up you monster!" She calls out pushing out widly and creating a series of rolling moving bumps on the surface to be observed. She could feel her tail mixing in with the straw and chunks, feeling gritty in her hairs while she rocks in the stomach. As Lance rocks her, she feels somehting drop out into the chamber from her bag. Grabbig it, she realizes its a flashlight, which she clicks on, showin her the pink slick surface of the stomach walls which echo thier refleciton back on her. The juices around her ar lumpy and a creamy mixture of light pinkish brown, staining her pink coat and blonde hair.

11:33 Lance paused momentarily at the muffled words from his gut, then chuckled and looked down to Silver. “She’s not very happy with me. But he was certainly happy with himself, and now that he was stuffing his thick length into the little pony on the bed below him, with an indignant pony in his stomach, he was MUCH too happy with himself. Silver smirked at him, moaned, shivered, then raised a hoof to press against his stomach. “You gonna spit her up?”
He snorted, then gave a slow thrust into her and shivered happily. “Didn’t you hear me? I said I didn’t eat breakfast. She’s my breakfast, lunch, and dinner for today.” If sweet treat had thought that the stallion was disgusting on the outside, she would certainly be in for a whole new world of hell now that she was on the inside. The second the flashlight clicked on, she would find herself in a whole new world. The walls that were currently keeping her rolled up into a half ball were squeezing from all sides, pink and reflective with bile that contained digestive enzymes. There wasn’t much left of what he’d had for dinner, but there was evidence that he’d eaten it, as was evidence by the soupy, acidic-smelling mixture that she was forced to bathe in. A few soggy lumps floated about, clinging to her coat, potatoes and carrots most likely. The stringy, sad remains of green beans seemed to linger as well.
Truly, Sweet was lucky he’d downed half of her shake, or she would be drowned in the scent of decomposing plant matter.
Lance, having no idea she’d found herself a flashlight, and not really caring what the mare was up to either way, had since started to thrust into Silver with slow, gentle rolls, enough to mess up Sweet’s balance and send the chunky remains of last night’s soup and stomach acids rocking back and forth. The mare’s squirming was pleasant, though slightly disruptive, and Lance tilted his head to the side to let out a loud, low burp.

17:42 Sweet_Treat is momentarily blinded by the bright light of the magical bulb as it clicks on, finding her eyes too dilated ot make sense of the sudden brightness that reflecs off of the slick walls, but as they slowly begin to contract and adjust, she gets a sense of the chamber that surrounds her. The walls of the stomach have strange folds in them, like fabric that's been bunched up, though her body stretches them out for the most part, leaving only faint impressions that they were there in the way the light reflects. She could make out the chunky bits of the previous bits of food of different colors, though what they had been is hard to tell, greens, yellows and oranges that float around in the brown, white, and pink swirling mess that coated everything, obscuring the natural colors of everything in there.
The way it all clung to her body felt absolutly foul as it works its way into her fur, making her feel both covered in sludge and incredibly sticky fromt he sugars that coated her body. Pulling her limbs away from her body resulted in a squelch as the wet slime soaked fur forms a slight seal against the other flesh that works to impeed her movements.
She feels herself thrown around in the stomach chamber as the first thrust begins, sending her sliding forward as the liquids around her slosh her back and forth. That combined with the squeezing of the muscles causes her to tumble inside, splashing face first into the foul liquid and dropping the flashlight where the light becomes a milky glow, blocked much by the thick cream.
The mare shudders as she hears the words of the terrible stallion, shaking her head and pushing her hooves out in protest. "I-I'm not food! You're supposed to be a guard. You're not supposed to hurt ponies!" She shouts out, desperate for her freedom. The only immideate response she gets though is a light burp, letting some of her air free and causing the powerful walls of Lance's stomach to press her even tighter.

17:56 Lance let out a restrained snicker at her words and momentarily shut his eyes. “I ain’t hurting you,” he said, the roll of his eyes all but audible in his voice. “My stomach is.” His thoughts drifted briefly to the saddlebags she wore, and a small bit of worry flitted into his mind. If she, for whatever reason, had a knife or something similar in them, things could turn bad for him pretty fast, though he didn’t expect her to be able to see or navigate pretty well in there, either. turning his attention back to Silver, Lance smirked, then gave a slow roll of his hips into her right up until his medial ring bumped her cervix. The little batpony responded with a soft gasp and a jerk of her hips, and he responded to that by dragging backwards with a press down on her chest. His heavy stomach barely seemed to affect the stallion’s motions, his powerful form more than enough to handle the weight of another pony.
Silver’s eyes danced between Lance’s face, and his squirming, complaining gut, her ears picking up most of everything that Sweet said. A shiver racked her body, and as Lance thrust in, she felt that heavy belly brush between her knees. Moaning, chuckling a bit, Silver gave it a squeeze with her legs. “So uh...” she said, biting her lip, lifting a forehoof to grasp the leg holding her down. “Did you think about eating me?”
Lance shot her a shitty smirk. “Thought about it. Didn’t want to have to explain where you went.”
She grunted, jerked her hips a little, then shot him a glare and a half-smirk. “Okay, wow, fuck off then.”
He just snorted. “What, I wouldn’t do it now!”

18:10 Sweet_Treat shivers as she hears the uncaring mirth in the stallion's eyes, feeling his gut contract and release with the snicker, further rolling her around, knowing that there was nothing she could do without the stallion giving her up. Its not like she had anything in her bag that could help her out of this situation. As she tumbles around, she can feel the stomach deform as her body settles momentarily on top of silver with each thrust, providing a round surface to lay upon while she feels a renewed pressure upon her form as the legs grab at her sad body. The mare shivers and calls out, "You're stomach is you." She then turns her attention toeards silver and shouts out, "He's only going to eat you later if you dont save me and report him nomatter what he says now. You're just a toy to him."
The little pegasus could begin to feel a bit of burning in her more sensitive areas now, right around her tailhole and femine lips as the liquid leaks its way into the tunnel there, stinging at the sensitive insides as it begins to go to work breaking her down. Each thrust causes the poor mare to faceplant into the mixture, squeezing some of the carrouts and other bits against her fur and forcing her to take a taste of more of the sickly sweet juices that continue to leave her queasy, causing further dry heaves after having already emptied her stomach.

18:22 Lance gave his cock a purposeful flex, and Silver responded with a gasp and a jerk of her hips upward, groin hitting the lump in Lance’s belly that was Sweet Treat. “Heh, kinda hard to hear her up my throat. know what she’s saying?” He dropped his head a little bit and bit his lip, keeping his firm, but consistent pace up, every hot breath of air escaping his maw scented with the feminine musk of the mare in his gut.
Silver shuddered, moaned, then wiggled below him and tilted her head back until the muscles in her neck stood out. “She’s saying you’re gonna eat me later, and that I’m... ngh, just a toy to you.” She could hear the sloshing in Lance’s gut almost clear as day from where she was. The lump that was Sweet caused open space, and that open space allowed for some definite sloshing.
“You believe her?”
She snorted. “Even if... I am your toy, why the fuck would you eat me?” She jerked and moaned as Lance gave a firm thrust in, then pressed down, compressing the pony in his gut between himself and Silver’s stomach as he idly ground his hips forward. “The sex is... too good.” She pressed both forehooves down against the firm, white stomach pressing against her, then thrashed a bit. “Fuck, can’t you kill her faster? She’s starting to annoy me.”
Lance rolled his eyes. “Sure, cause that’s something I can control.” He made a bit of a face, then grinned down at Silver and forced out a loud burp, a deep, hot breath of acidic air washing over Silver’s muzzle. Inside his stomach, things would suddenly get a whole lot tighter for Sweet, the walls closing in and squeezing on her, almost painfully so, the surface level of his fluids rising up a few inches around her.

18:39 Sweet_Treat screams as he feels the stomach flex around her, reminding her of the state both her wings in as they contort and bed to the tighter chamber while feeling the mare beneath her kicking into her belly. She could feelt he cum running out of her hinds congealing to form some sort of protective stopper to prevent the acids from getting too deep as they get to her mound. The sloshing picks up as Lance increases hs steady pace, throwing her around the hot sack and causing her to splash down into the liquid.
While she could hear the bickering outside, the fact that they were doing so was becoming less at the forefront onf the mare's mind as her body beigns to itch and tingle as the acids begin to eat away at her fur coat. She could see bits of pink fur and yellow hair flaking down to join the soup while her feathers also begin to fall off, almost like she was in molting season, though she'd already gained her winter coat of feathers.
The burp echoes in her ears, and the new tightness brings another louder scream as more pain from her broken wings floods through her body. In the air itself Silver could smell the stale chocolate and strawberry lingering on lances breath intermingled with taht acidic scent and the briefest whiff of sex from their time before intermingling. The mare, however, is in her own private hell where she is, bathing away in the powerful stomach acids of the stallion, feeling the stinging begining to spread into the new, rawer patches of flesh on her body shere fur had been previously.

18:52 Lance folded his ears for a second as the mare screamed, and stifled a moan that tried its best to work up his throat. Instead, his entire body shivered, and his cock throbbed, spurting a hot strand of pre into the mare he was currently fucking. Silver responded with a jerk and a moan, wings spreading out on the bed below as she looked up at the large stallion with a look somewhere between arousal and mild distaste, like the way you looked at your best friend when they were being a smartass. A bit of a blush lingered on her face, and with every thrust into her, the mare would respond with a gentle roll of her hips, feeling the bump of Lance’s heavy gut against hers. To Silver, the screams were morbidly arousing. She liked them, and she didn’t know why, and that was certainly a moral battle she would have later. But for now... it was hot as fuck.
Lance continued to rut away at Silver with his own climax in mind, knowing full well that Silver would reach hers first. He didn’t hold a care in the world for the helpless mare squirming in his gut, and every once in awhile he felt the gentle prick of the bone from her broken wing pressing against the side of his stomach. With a slight grunt, the stallion tensed the muscles in his groin and stomach to flex his cock, and in turn, increased the pressure on the poor mare balled up in his gut, like squeezing a pigeon momentarily in your fist before letting up a second later. And as it got darker outside, maybe one of them night even notice soon enough that his stomach was glowing the faintest shade of pink.

19:09 Sweet_Treat feels the pain growing more intense as his stomach squeezed tighter, compressing her into a little ball and plunging her face beneath the surface of the liquid, forcing her to hold her breath while she is tumbled around by the steady thrusts. The burning grows more intense too, as the rest of her body is soon stripped of her fur and feathers, leaving the bare flesh to soak in the powerful acids. She could even feel them begning to prune beneath her skin, burning at the nerves and muscles just beneath the surface bfore even getting there.
Sweet Treat lets out another sob as she feels the pain growing more intense. The fact that the two had no intention of letting her out was clear in her mind and kicks out against the mare as she arches back up. She couldnt believe that these two monsters were enjoying ehr demise as she fights only inches from another mare. The mare who had let her be raped and now was letting her be killed. The skin turned from the normal tan to an angry red beneath the action of the liquid as it steadily eats away, opening up little sores in her flesh now. The mare is practically in tears, adding her salty fluids to the stomach juices.

19:23 Lance found it somewhat amusing that he could only hear the mare’s sobs when he opened his mouth. With that in mind, he found himself grinning down at Silver through grit teeth, eyes half-lidded as he pleasured himself with the mare below him. Silver wasn’t really even paying attention to Lance anymore. Every thrust in drove a restrained moan from her, and she’d bitten down on her forehoof to stifle them as he rutted away at her, the girth of his cock causing a subtle bulge in her lower gut. She shivered and twitched, getting more and more restless with each thrust. Lance flexed his cock again, causing it to give a firm twitch and a pull up against her clit, and that was it, the mare boiling over the edge with a high-pitched squeak and a rough buck of her hips upwards.
Lance, rather satisfied with himself, and content to let her have her moment, slowed his pace until he’d nearly stopped and ground his hips forward. his free hoof slid backwards, to his gut, tracing over the round contour of it. He could feel Sweet really starting to thrash now, her struggled getting desperate, and just that thought caused a tightness in his groin that drove him to shudder. Another bubble of air worked its way up his throat, and he let it out as a muffled, closed-mouth burp, the strong, coppery taste of blood lingering on his tongue. Oh, he could only begin to imagine how that torn ear was doing right about now. Hell, there probably wasn’t anything of it left.

19:36 Sweet_Treat feels her sloshing begin to slowas it seems to her that perhaps the pair had finished their fun, though the stallion around her hadnt seemed like he'd actually orgasmed. Her flailing though, does a good job of making sure that the liquid in the stomach is still mixing well with her. Bits of fur and feathers stick to the slime that coats her body, a pitiful reminder of what sh had been and only adding the the foul overwhelming sensations that roll over her.
SHe can see the acid growing darkner now as the blood from her open sores mixes with the acid of the stomach, adding a deep red to the light brown mess, and she could find that salty metalic taste upon her tongue, though wether that was from the bleeding as her mouth begins to open up with sores or the bile, was anyone's guess. Her ripped ear had fallen off, completely severed and floating along side of her, but even her good ear had suffered significant damage. It was eaten down to the cartillige and near to failing. It didnt matter much, however as the acids leaking into her ears had finally rendered the poor mare deaf. Mercifully, or perhaps not, somehow her eyes had only started to form the white burned coating, leaing her free to see the developing horrors around her as her body falls apart. The bones on the wings begin to show through as does the fleshy bits of her tail as those were the tiniest bits on her body.
The mare's breahing was becoming labored as her lungs stung and burned, and the contracting walls left her swimming up to her neck int he foul liquid. The mare gives a couple pathetic whimpers, unable to find much energy as the lack of air in the chamber was begining to leave her lightheaded as well.

20:02 Lance started his movements again once Silver had devolved to little more than a panting mess. With a chuckle and a grunt, the stallion gave his stomach a good couple of pats, then pressed his hoof back down to the bed and went back to thrusting, his heavy balls swinging below him with every thrust. Silver squirmed under his influence, mouth hanging open as his head roughed over her oversensitive walls. “Hey...” Silver said with a gasp, grasping onto his hoof for a little bit of leverage and squeezing. “She stopped... screaming. She dead?”
Lance huffed and shook his head from left to right, flexing his cock again and causing a tight pressure on the mare that would momentarily submerge her completely. If he timed it right, he could time her death throes with his orgasm, and if he managed that, he would be a happy camper indeed. For now, he trembled and bucked, eyes drifting closed as he worked himself towards climax, his wet cock sliding in and out of Silver, bottoming out a few inches short of the medial ring each time.

20:16 Sweet_Treat could rather feel her body growing weaker still as she fought, with the acids eating through to her belly now and causing her guts to spill out into the chmaber. This sensation brings another loud scream as she's given a glimpse of her own insides, watching with horror as they squeeze and roll along as if there's still food in her belly. Those too then get the treatment of the acids, though at least those had no receptors to feel pain. The mare is absolutly horrified and feels herself growing weaker still. THen she's dropped down beneath the acids, silencing her screams for a moment and forcing her to contend with the lack of air.
This, combined with her sad state of affairs is finally too much for the mare's body to handle. Her entire body goes into near convulsions as it gives one last final for freedom just a minute later, putting up more of a show than she'd managed to do while still alive and consious as the contours of the stomach roll and bulge wildly, a couple even kicking at the top of Lances shaft. This manages to last for near a minute before the mare finally goes still, rendered nothing more than meat for the stallion
The state of the mare by the time she expires is rather sad, with large chunks of her liquidized and her body left completely bare save for some fur and feathers. Its hanging together in one piece by only the spine and a little bit of the flesh while her organs float around in the soup.
In her death throws though, she manages to upset soemthing in her bag. THe compressed cloud in Lance's stomach comes in contact with the moisture of the stomach acids and begins to expand, putting uncomfortable pressure on his body, a pressure that likely would work its way out of both ends.

22:30 Lance had certainly eaten a pony before, but he'd never fucked anyone right afterwards! Generally, most ponies were pretty turned off by a kicking, screaming, thrashing belly, but the fact that Silver was taking it considerably well was a pretty good deal. And to think, he might have planned on eating her the first day!

It wasn't long until he felt the desperate kicks and thrashings from the mare as her body went into its final panic mode, muscles spasming, kicking. A couple of the blows she landed were actually relatively uncomfortable. Though the few that struck downwards, against Silver's groin or the top of his dick instilled a vigor that he didn't even know he had. Silver watched the large, white stallion with an open mouth and wide-eyes as he threw his head back and moaned, his swollen stomach thrashing with a life of his own, and her hoof slid down between the both of them to pull at the flesh around her clit, bringing a shudder to her form. "H-holy fuck," she said with a gasp. "Are we gonna like... sync an orgasm?"

Lance, barely in control of himself, shot her a single look right as he gave a firm roll forwards and bottomed out against her cervix. He moaned, tensed, twitched a few times, then gave a few hard thrusts into the little mare he'd pinned to the bed as his cockhead flared up against her cervix. Sweet had gotten most of his cum, but his second load was pretty decent as well, and the hot flood of seed into the little batpony brought a rolling moan from her mouth as she arched her back up against his spasming belly, going stiff as she came a few seconds after he did. It wasn't every day you saw that happen!

Panting, eyes closed, Lance laid himself atop Silver for a moment, though a pressure in his gut was quickly drawing his attention. He groaned, then sat up some, and without him even attempting to do so, a loud burp worked its way up through his nose and mouth, tasting of acrid copper. Silver groaned lightly below him and pressed up against his chest with her forheooves. "I'd say she's dead now."

"Yeah," Lance replied, leaning back some, pushing up with his forehooves until he was standing above her, limp dick still buried between her folds. "She's--" Another burp worked its way up his throat, and a bloody, somewhat ruined feather landed on the bed beside Silver. Lance groaned, then moved a hoof back to his gut and doubled over a little bit above the little mare, whom he still had very much pinned. He gagged once, twice, then swallowed it down and coughed. "The fuck."

Sweet wanted back up, dead or alive, and the boiling in his stomach only seemed to be getting worse. Silver was starting to look worried, as well, squirming somewhat desperately below the gagging stallion. Lancer hacked again, and he most certainly did feel something coming up his throat this time. His eyes watered and his mouth fell open...

23:15 Sweet Treat 's body strained and compressed as Lance reaches his final orgasm under the rolling contractions that squeezed the tattered remains within the other's belly, further loosening her spine from connecting to the other joints and also further mixing the cloud in with the juices.

As he lies there in his afterglow, Lance would be able to feel the bloating in his stomach as the bulges inside of there steadily begin to round out, though not not from the mare breaking down, but more from the cloud spreading his stomach wider. THe first convulsion releases some of the acrid air into Silver's face, smelling of the warm metalic scent of her blood stewing with the sour scent of Lance's bile and her deteriorating body as well as a couple splatterings of Saliva. This alleviated the pressure for a moment but it continued to rapidly expand.

The second burp managed to catch on some of Sweet's body and thus causing the cascade of sensations that leads to the stallion heaving. Inside the stomach, the contractions begin to roll, working in reverse from the initial swallowing, and as she is begun to pull back up, the bottom half of her body catches. A couple tugs and her top half breaks free, leaving the saddle bag ladened haunches inside Lance's stomach. The bulge her head and forebody makes can easily be seen on the stallion's throat as he gags, a quick warning to Silver of what's about to come.

First meaty chyme, thick and foul spurts from his mouth like oily saliva, rolling down over Lance's tongue, leaving burning sensations in all where it touches and giving the stallion a not so pleasant taste on teh way through a second time, even with the sweet shake that thickened it. The juices fall down onto Silver, carrying with them hair and feathers, marring her coat, but the worst still was yet to come.

Next Sweet Treat's forelegs push up through the stallion's mouth, missing most of their fur, and looking ravaged by acids. Patchworks of bright red can be seen along her form where the acids began to tear down past skin and into flesh. That slides through his mouth, and hangs open armed above silver. Then her head pushes out with another belch, though you wouldnt know it from first glance. Her lips had been eaten away in places, revealing her teeth within her jaws while the rest of her flesh had much the same treatment. The eyes had been burned completly white and not a trace of her ears remained. The last bit, her shoulders and torso fall out much the same, but there it ends, giving lance a view up into the body cavity of the mare for a second before it splats down onto the bat mare. Still, a length of intestine ran down his mouth connecting her upper half to her lower half.

The mare's body holds silver in a lifeless embrace, dripping the unhealthy coating of slime she'd been given down onto the other poor pony. Little blood that still remained ooses out, mixing with the goop that pools around them. The stench however, is not any better, leaving the room stinking up with a scent that they likely would not be rid of for weeks. ***

23:42 Silver Sheild watched in wide-eyed terror as the shape of Sweet started to force its way up Lance's throat. It wasn't quite real terror, but more of a 'oh god I am about to get really fucking dirty' terror, a sensational affliction to being covered in blood and guts that would take forever to shower off.

23:42 Lance , on the other hoof, was having his own dilemma. He'd never thrown up prey before, and certainly nothing this big. He did his best to force it back down, but his stomach truly was an unrivaled force, and his eyes bugged out as he felt the crown of Sweet's head pushing back up his throat, and relatively quickly, as well. It forced its way up past his epiglottis, and right into the back of his mouth, which only did a fine job of triggering his gag reflex and bringing it up even further. A heave spilled an acrid concoction of Sweet treat and the contents of his stomach over his tongue, the sensation of the diluted acids tingling slightly against his tongue, but likely not enough to burn any time within the hour. Either way, she didn't quite taste as good coming up as going down.

23:42 Silver Sheild covered his face with one hoof and pressed against his shoulder with the other as the stallion coughed up a blood-red concoction of fluids onto her chest, the acrid scent of blood actually somewhat appealing to her batty instincts. Lance convulsed above her, heaved again, then two forehooves pushed up out of his maw, as if the mare was trying to escape. The stallion heaved, gagged, then jerked and convulsed, the rest of the mare's body working her way out. For a second, Lance was worried that all of her would come up, though the pressure in his throat suddenly stopped, and to his surprise, only half of Sweet treat fell out of his maw, leaving the slime-covered, dead and decaying half laying across Silver. Poor Silver likely would have had a meltdown if she hadn't been exposed to the rigorous training that would prepare her for the body horror that was currently laying on her chest.

"Fucking really, Lance!?" she hissed, squirming uncomfortably below the still-warm half-carcass. "Holy fuck, dude!"

23:43 Lance gave a long, low burp, then eyed the length of intestine hanging from his maw, spanning from the mare's body, and right down his throat like some grotesque string of spaghetti. "That... wasn't supposed to happen." While Silver cursed and squirmed, the stallion was well aware of the fact that his limp dick was still limp, but also still fully swollen, and half-seated in Silver's body. The hot trickle of blood and stomach juices down the batmare's form channeled that flow down between her legs, and right over his length. With a grunt, the stallion gave his hips a jerk, and pulled his flared head out of her like a bath plug, releasing a thick splatter of cum to mix with the blood on the floor.

"This.... isn't what I fucking had in mind for afterglow," she said with a growl, pushing up against the mare's goopy shoulder and sitting up a little bit. "Fuck you, dude."

23:44 Lance wiped the tears from his eyes, then bit down on the length of intestine hanging from his maw and gave a hard tug. There was a wet rip from Sweet's carcass, and it broke off from whatever it was attached to and swung back to slop against his chest. Lance looked at Silver, raised a brow, then started to scarf down the noodly length of intestine, grimacing slightly as he pulled it back down his throat. After a moment, it was gone, and he found himself looking at the rather gruesome scene. "I don't think I can eat that again."

23:45 Silver Sheild spluttered, then sat up a little more before leaning her face away from the ruined mare. "What the fuck do you mean you can't eat that again!?"

23:46 Lancer shrugged. "I like the taste of pony, not uncooked meat. I usually put them down whole." he shot her a look. "I thought it was you damn bats who liked the blood and the guts."

23:47 Silver Sheild gave him a harsh glare. "We fucking do, but not when it's already been half-digested!" She grimaced and prodded the dead mare's forehead. "Fuck, you think she's dead enough?"

23:52 Sweet Treat 's body quivers against the hoof as it pushes into her head. The flesh, waterlogged with acids makes a sickening squelching noise beneath her hoof and the soft flesh allows her to indent even further upon the skin. As the hoof comes back, the indention remains, but some of her liquefied body comes off like goop upon the mare's hoof. Her body slides some under the motions, leaving streaky red trails upon silver's chest while the sticky meat continues to cling to her in a loose hug. ***

00:14 Lance couldn't help a self-satisfied smirk at Silver's question. "Efficient, isn't it?"

"Yeah sure," Silver growled back, sitting up fully and holding onto what was left of Sweet's body. "When you don't throw it back up." She sighed, then glanced it up and down. "Well, you gonna put her back?"

Lance crossed a forehoof across his chest then sat back and rubbed his still-considerably round belly. "And risk throwing the rest of her up?" He snorted. His belly growled and bubbled somewhat loudly, and he pressed a hoof against it while releasing another loud, shameless burp, a couple more bloody feathers spiraling out into the air. "I think it was something in her saddlebags." A frown crossed his face. "Kind of a shame I didn't puke those back up. Wasn't looking forward to passing those."

00:15 Silver Sheild grimaced at the body in her lap, then gave Lance a death glare before lifting her forehoof and pressing her tongue to it, licking the messy concoction off it to judge the taste. It wasn't quite bad, but it wasn't the best, either--the refried beans of leftover meat that had been corrupted by whatever it had sat next to in the fridge. She licked again, getting a taste for the blood, at least, and also getting the corrosive liquids off her coat. "I've never eaten anything bigger than a fuckin' rabbit before, dude."

00:16 Lance leaned back against the desk now, getting comfortable as if the half-digested mare was no longer his problem, one hoof on his rumbling gut. "Well, might as well start with half of one." He laid his head back, closed both eyes, then opened one to look at her. "I mean, or I could steal the neighbor's colt from next door--annoying little shit. Would make a good bat snack."

00:17 Silver Sheild waved him off with a roll of her eyes. "Okay, shut the fuck up. She growled, grimaced, then looked down at the mostly-hairless head in front of her. Sitting up a little straighter, Silver opened her mouth wide, fangs glinting, then pressed her teeth to the wet skull and stretched her jaw even wider, to the point that it was stretched uncomfortably wide, even starting to unhinge. Ha, batpony traits. Once she got used to the permeating taste of Lance, it wasn't even all too bad, and with a push, she managed to fit the entire skull in her mouth. It was a strange, full, almost satisfying feeling, and a quick look towards Lance proved that... he wasn't paying her a single bit of attention. The large stallion had a rag in one hoof, and he was looking down at his own limp and shrinking dick, wiping the blood off it with a small frown.

Silver rolled her eyes, then went back to the soggy mare. Already covered in blood, she wasn't too opposed to grabbing her by the bottom two exposed ribs and giving a strong push upwards, forcing the shoulders past her teeth with a wet gulp and a groan.

00:18 Lance finally looked up, then grinned. "Oh wow, holy shit you're actually managing it. She's almost bigger than you, too!"

00:19 Silver Sheild didn't respond, but instead, the tilted her head back and lifted the bloody torso upwards. By this point, Sweet's head was gone, and her shoulders quickly followed, stuffed into the bat's maw as the shape of her skull bulged out below Silver's jaw. Silver pigeon-swallowed a few times, managing a few inches each time, until most of Sweet was gone and she was holding on to the two ribs. With a grunt, and a pull, she broke one off, easily separating it from the since the cartilage had been so greatly damaged by Lance. Another pull broke off the other rib, and she tossed them both down on the bed beside her before forcing her mouth closed and giving a hard swallow. It took a few more to get Sweet to go down, until, all at once, the rest of the mare's weight dropped from Silver's throat and hit her stomach, causing it to immediately swell outwards in an uneven shape.

Leaving nothing but a blood-covered, somewhat conflicted-looking Silver eyeing her own stomach.

00:28 Lance eyed her up and down, then stood with a grunt and licked his lips. "Well aren't you just the little predator." He nodded to her swollen belly, then chuckled.

00:29 Silver Sheild prodded her bloody stomach once, twice, then shivered and looked up to him. "You know, something tells me that swallowing things that are alive might be a little bit more fun than getting your extra sloppy seconds." She looked down at herself, then groaned. "Eh, fuck. I'm gonna go outside and roll in the snow until I get all this shit off me."

00:30 Lance nodded once. "Yeah, that acid's pretty diluted, but it might fuck up your coat if you leave it on you much longer."

00:31 Silver Sheild gestured to the bloody bed and the floor. "This shit isn't coming out, dude."

00:32 Lance shrugged. "You go clean up, I'll figure it out."

00:33 Silver Sheild did just that. Gut heavy, she rolled off the bed, groaned, then took a second to judge the feeling of having something so heavy in her belly before stepping forward and out the door. Immediately, the cold air hit her and she shivered. Quickly, she picked her way out into the forest, away from the trail, then picked a good snow bank to roll around in. When she was done, it was a red snow bank, and apart from the lingering smell of copper and acid on her breath, she was pretty clean.

Silver returned to a burning shack in the woods. Her jaw dropped, and she found Lance, who was sitting about ten feet away, holding his hooves out as if warming up. Freezing her ass off, Silver quickly trotted up to him and sat down. "What the fuck did you do?"

00:34 Lance looked over and down at her, and without warning, grabbed her by the shoulder and pulled her towards him. Silver put up a little fight, then rolled her eyes and let herself be pulled between his hind legs in something that resembled a vertical spooning session. He smelt of... musk and sex and blood. "I went outside for a smoke break," he said with a shrug. "Ashes landed on some pine needles. Whoosh! Whole place went up." He chuckled. "Accidents happen."

"Yeah." Silver felt his belly rumble and growl against her back, and she shivered. "Pft, have fun shitting out those saddlebags."

He squeezed her shoulder. "Have fun shitting out that skull, batface."

01:23 Lance and Silver had stuck around for a few hours to make sure that the shack burned entirely to the ground and didn't light fire to the surrounding trees--one would be surprised how long it took an old wooden shack to burn. Once it had stopped producing enough heat to stay warm, Lance and Silver had both taken turns kicking snow onto the smoldering remains before the both of them made their way away from the lookout post and down the trail, back towards civilization.

About a quarter mile out, Lance would stop with a sudden wave of his hoof. His gut growled and blurbled audibly, and Silver was reminded of the weight in her own body, still oddly satisfying in nature, though she was also feeling the need to relieve herself rather soon.

Lance shot her a smirk, then led the way off the trail, Silver frowned, then followed without question, trotting in the white stallion's wake, her eyes fixating on his tail and the armor her wore. A couple hundred yards off the trail, Lance stopped them both, then casually strolled his way over to a large tree and sat down beside it.

"Any particular reason you brought us both out here, shithead?" Silver asked, cocking a brow at the large stallion.

Lance grinned at her, then lifted his haunches off the ground in a squat as he flicked his tail out of the way. "Yeah," he said with a nod, a fart escaping his rump around the same time. "You don't expect to flush her skull down a toilet, do you?"

Before Silver could protest, Lance let out a low groan and gave his rump a small shake. What started as a small showing of brown turned into a rather messy-looking turd mixed with chunks of fur and feather. Another groan left the large, white stallion, and the first log plopped down in the snow, followed quickly by a second that was lumpy with chunks of bone that appeared to be vertebra, bleached completely white. The ball end of Sweet's femur slid from his hole, then plopped down in the snow, broken off from the rest of the bone and heavily etched. It seemed that only the larger bits of bone survived, and anything small was generally disposed off. "Ah, fuck," Lance said with a grunt, shifting his stance a little bit. "Here it is." He clenched his teeth, grunted, then shut his eyes and gave a hard push that made his face turn a little red. A second later, a familiar leather saddlebag fell from his rump, followed by the other it was attached to. For the most part, the looked relatively untouched, if not stained with some of what was left of Sweet. A little black flashlight dropped out a second later, it's beam still on and shining. Another groan from Lance, and another thick log landed atop it, hiding it completely and killing the light. "And I think..." he said, swaying his rump as a few last chunks of bone and waste plopped to the ground. "That's the rest of her." He stood up with a chuckle, then turned around to survey his work. "Think she had any money in her bags?" he said, reaching for them.

"You wanna touch them after that?" Silver asked, covering her nose with a hoof as she stepped closer, peering at the steaming pile of bone and shit that was left over.

"Why not?" lance grabbed them by the strap, then lifted them up and tossed them aside in the snow. "I know where they've been. Trust me, after going through my guts, they're fucking cleaner than they've ever been." He sat back and opened the flap on one, peering inside. "Well go on, your turn."

01:24 Silver Sheild bit her lip, gave him a long, hard look, then turned away from him. Something about looking at Lance while she took a shit was just... weird. Squatting back, she took up the basic position, then closed her eyes and gave a good push, feeling much too exposed, feeling Lance's eyes digging into her back.

01:25 Lance 's attention was split between her and the bags he was rifling through, though when he saw the first log show from Silver's rump, he drew his attention to her, waiting for the skull. Silver grunted as one dropped, then another, some more fur and bone, but still no skull.

"I know it's in there," Silver said with a growl. Reaching down with a hoof, she pressed against a solid bulge in her lower gut, then gave it a hard push downwards. Feeling Sweet's skull literally shift through her bowls caused a shudder, and a second later she felt the painful stretch of something large crowning.

"Hah, fuck, here we go," Lance said with a grin. "Is it weird that I'm a little turned on by that?"

"Yes!" she said in a tense voice, giving her rump a quick couple of jerks as more of the skull stretched from her hole, which was now stinging. "You're... fucked!" All at once, the resistance gave, and Sweet's skull popped from her hole, accompanied with a sudden rush of what was left in her bowls, while piled. messily on top. Panting slightly, Silver shook her rump, then slowly turned to face Lance before glancing between the two piles. "How the hell do you handle a whole pony?"

Lance lifted a little bag of bits out of Sweet's saddlebags, then set it beside a couple of other things he'd fished out. "Hello, three times your size. If I ate you I could probably strap on my armor and go back to work and blame it on indigestion."

"Yeah," Silver said with a flat look. "Don't eat me."

"Can do." He pulled a stained bottle of perfume from the mare's bag, then squirted a little dash of it on either side of his neck before tossing it to Silver. "I don't plan on it--you're too much fun to fuck."