Joining an Upset Stomach

11 January 2017

17:59 Ruzeth boops~

18:02 Douglass burps.

18:05 Ruzeth wrinkles his nose as the foul smell of horse stomach wafts over his snout.

18:05 Douglass 's breath tasted like digesting raw meat and his stomach was chubbier than normal. Strange!

18:08 Ruzeth gags and takes a step away. "I think you need to brush your teeth mister, or at least take a potion for that."

18:09 Douglass picks his teeth casually, flicking a little fur out of it. "I'll be fine."

18:12 Ruzeth blinks as the bit of colored fur flys out and splats upon his snout. His eyes cross to focus on it, but he barely gets the chance before a sneeze blows it away.

18:16 Douglass 's stomach churns loudly, patting it slowly as he wiped off some fur from his lips. "Tasty...What'd you need again?"

18:27 Ruzeth frowns at the rather large stallion and then looks around. "Well...you made a house call, something about a stomach ache...remember? And...I guess I can see why..." he says, looking at the large bulge in the other's stomach.

18:32 Douglass lifts his shirt up a second later with a little "D'oh" escaping him, his chubby, curved stomach all sorts of lumpy bumps on it. The noise was awful, crunches, gurgles, little pops of air... "Right, right.."

18:37 Ruzeth steps forward as the shirt lifts up and then he brings his hoof up to rub over the strange series of bulges that adorn the flesh, finding them a strange bit of firmness that also squelch upon added pressure. "Did...you eat something out of the ordinary?" The zebra asks, cocking his head at what he sees. "And did it bother you before that?"

18:43 Douglass belches again as she rubs against his stomach, a loud crunch emitting from a bulge suddenly collapsing inwards, Douglass wagging his tail behind him with a little groan. "Ohh, keep that up. And, uhh...No, this is a pretty average lunch. Guess they might just be a little tougher than usual."

18:46 < Ruzeth> (Wait...she? am I on serilde?

18:46 < Douglass> No, just typo

18:46 < Ruzeth> (Right cool ^^ I honestly cant tell :P)

18:47 Ruzeth winces again as he's forced to smell that scent and hears the noise eminating from the horse's stomach. He then drags a stool over and stands utop it before bringing his hooves to Doughlass's mouth, trying to pull it open. "Right...now open wide at least, so I can take a look...and you really ought to stop overeating like that..."

18:53 Douglass 's mouth opened up to a large angle, almost scarily large. "Don't fall in~." He teased, his long tongue rested against his teeth, rolling all the way back into his throat. The tinge of meat still lingered.

18:58 Ruzeth wrinkles his nose and gags as he stares down the wide open mouth, following the pink tongue till it met with the pitch black tunnel that ended at the back of the horse's throat. Hesitantly the zebra brings a hoof down at the base and inserts his muzzle between the jaws so that he can see deep, accidentally breaking a strand of drool over his face. "Well...your throat looks healthy enough..." he comments. Meanwhile the flavor of his hoof is drawn off by the saliva it rests in, a warm spicy flavor, sort of like cinnamin and nutmeg.

19:05 Douglass grabs the zebra by the arms and clamps his mouth around the back of his head, his tongue pushing his head deeper into his cavernous throat. My how strong his muscles felt, this large, effeminate stallion seemed to have quite the experience doing so. He already ate one annoying employee today, might as well have some dinner to chase the last meal's flavor off~.

19:14 Ruzeth squeaks as he suddenly feels his arms grabbed, forcing one down further against the back of the thorat and locking the other to his side while the jaws slam shut around his head, casing him away into darkness save for the slivers of light that leaked in through the sides and forcing hot squishy flesh into his fur. He fights against the tongue which curls around him, drawing him back till his elbow bent and his head pushed against the entrance to the throat. His hinds flail and his tail thrashes as he attempts to get himself free from the horse's hungry gullet. "W-what are you doing?"

19:21 Douglass would reply then and there if he was able, but his mouth was a little preoccupied. His breath stained the other's body, that awful stench from below only growing stronger the further his body was crammed into him. The sounds were defeaning with how his heart throbs with a beat just inches away and that ungodly graphic amount of noises coming from his stomach, though all Douglass really heard was the sounds of his tongue slurping over the zeeb's body. Nothing like a little cannibalism!

19:30 Ruzeth 's cries are all but silenced as the walls of the throat reach up with that first gulp to grab hold of his snout, sealing it shut. Each subsequent swallow drags the smaller pony deeper, spreading the tube out before him, though only enough that the flesh ever felt like a tight fitting glove that slid down his body. Now that he could hear every wet organic noise from beneath he felt an incredibly amount of fear, causing his heart to race at a rapid pace while beads of sweat start to form beneath his coat, adding a level of musk to his already lovely flavor. He gives a muffled cough as the scent fills his snout, magnified by the dakrness and so thick he could even taste it upon his tongue, or was that the foul slime that worked its way into his mouth. Either way, it was enough to make his hind legs kick out with panic while his chest is scraped against the blunt teeth of the horse.

19:36 < Douglass> (( Gotta eat

19:37 < Ruzeth> (kk~)

20:05 < Ruzeth> (boop)

20:18 Douglass was used to a struggling meal, they usually weren't so complacent with the idea of being horse chow...but they never got the choice~. His pants were strained with a massive bulge that even threatened to break the fabric of his jeans out, though he had to keep focused on the pesky little morsel he was eating. His head slid down a long, fleshy pipe with the occasional push of gas from below trying to seep past him, unfortunately blocked by him. The zebra would find one gruesome sight as he arrived past the ring into his stomach, a pool of bones and half digested meat still stuck to them, mush and bloody organs floating about, the smell of freshly spilled and digesting blood tainting his nostrils. The experience was much cleaner for Douglass, though! He enjoyed the flavor as he tilted his head back and gulped on his stomach, taking him in a few inches at a time before reaching his crotch, giving him one hell of a lapping. The least he could do as a 'tip' for the belly rubs.

20:29 Ruzeth finally feels his snout press through the entrance to the stomach as his belly slides in deeper to the horse's mouth, and only a couple inches down his snout plunges into the half digesting sludgy form of some other creature. The zebra lets out a loud shout of terror, that is soon stifled as some of the foul acid coated and squishy meat presses into his lips, giving him a defiled taste of what the prey once had been.
Ruzeth's legs kick more frantically now, though he was thankefull that he couldnt see what was going on in the chamber, thought he scent it left was absolutly unmistakeable, burning at his nostirls and lungs and causing the quivering motion of a horse begining to heave up his stomach. These sensations, however were soon confused by the shifting rubbing of the tongue as it runs over his sheath. THe member respons in kind, begining to plump out, especially as the tongue sought out beneath his tail in its exporatiory journeys, leaving the horse shifting about in the hot maw. He could feel teh drips of saliva rolling down his striped legs before finally oozing off into a steadily growing puddle below him.

20:52 < Ruzeth> (Boop)

21:18 < Ruzeth> (Douglas~)

21:23 < Douglass> ( [sub]sorry, got pulled away and still busyyy

21:25 < Ruzeth> (ahhh

21:29 < Douglass> ( should be done in a min

21:43 < Douglass> ( baack

21:43 < Ruzeth> (Yay~)

22:13 < Ruzeth> (Get called away again?)

22:20 Douglass slurped past his cock like it was just a thrown away toy, or just a simple snack savored for what it was worth, working down his thighs a minute later. He was certainly taking his time, forcing his face into that mess of whatever - or whoever - sloshed around in there. The sizzle of his acids bit at his fur and skin, bones bumping into him, slathering him in that mess, taking him down to his knees and then down the hatch entirely! His throat bulged as his tongue pushed the last of him down, his hands squeezing at the fresher outline of his body within his stomach, sighing softly. "See anything wrong down there?" He snickered, patting at the mass of horse belly, reaching under to unzip his struggling jeans and fling out his aching member, his belly leaning on it like a support beam. "Ughh...God, that feels so much better.."

22:27 Ruzeth only gets a modicum of pleasure it seems, before the horse continues his feeding, forcing the zebra down into the mess of hte stomach wiht another heavy gulp. He has to hold his breath now as his face plunges beneath the sour liquid, causing hte zebra to go still for a moemnt to conserve his air while more of his body sinks deeper inside. He feels the tongue finaly crest over his hooves before swallowing once more.
Ruzeth's head bumps agains thte end of the stomach, causing him to curve up where he can finally take a deep breath of putrud but at least marginally rbeathable are, while the muscles of the stomach roll over him, squeezing his poor battered body into teh softened flesh and bones fo teh other occupant. The call out to him rings in his ears as he sputters hism outh clean. "Y-your ate me! And what the fuck is this?!" He calls out in fear, squirming against the edge of the chamber whlie the liquid burned at the more sensitive areas first. At least the horse hadnt dug into his pack to find the glow sticks he kept.

22:47 < Ruzeth> (Boop)

22:49 < Douglass> ( I'm gonna be slow as fuck

22:52 < Ruzeth> (Ahh right, alas. perhaps we only do a post or two more before the end then? I've only like an hour, maybe 2 before I got to go.)

22:56 < Douglass> ( Yeah, I get points where I get tired and focusing on typing is hard. Bluh.

22:57 < Ruzeth> (Well we can continue tomorrow then :P its 4 AM for me right now :P

22:58 < Douglass> ( Why are you overseas :v

22:59 < Ruzeth> (Because I'm visiting my husband's family!

22:59 < Douglass> You're married to Seaward?

22:59 < Ruzeth> as of about 3 weeks ago, yep

23:00 < Douglass> Huh. Interesting

23:10 < Ruzeth> So then, tomorrow?~

23:11 < Douglass> I gotta work tomorrow, so maybe.

23:11 < Ruzeth> alright ^^