Bearing Witness to a Hungry Bug

28 November 2018

18:18 < Seaward Skies> [sub]Also making dinner but that's beside the point[/sub]

18:20 < Pentaling> [sub]Make you into dinner? I'll admit, that is a nice idea~[/sub]

18:21 < Seaward Skies> [sub]What no[/sub]

18:21 < Blue Thrush> [sub]Pega will protect other pega![/sub]

18:22 Pentaling snickers

18:22 Seaward Skies feels very picked-on here!

18:25 Pentaling leans in, giving him a nip on the ear. "What can I say~? I've heard good things about you from a certain other bug."

18:30 Seaward Skies flicks his ear with a yelp! "Do I even want to know who that bug might have been?"

18:34 Pentaling licks his lips, fangs clearly visable, glistening in the low moonlight. "Oh, I'm sure you can make a guess. Lets just say there a few good reviews of you floating around out there," he says with a wink, blowing the flustered pegasus a kiss. "Lets face it, doll, you're gonna end up being plucked by someone here." He says cheerfully, no matter how terrifying such a statement might be to the pegasus.

18:37 Seaward Skies 's flustered state isn't aided at all by the changeling's teasing. Or, it might be, depending on how one looks at helping a fluster. Suffice to say he huffs and sits up, trying to pull away from the two bugs. "Don't be so sure!" he shoots back, his face a little flushed. "I've made it this far, haven't I?"

18:40 Moose Bug is a tad reoccupied to be busy chasing down Skies! Pay no attention to the skittle bug's big, bulging, sloshing gut, or the kicks and groans coming from inside it, or how they're slowly turning into moans and panting as his gut clenches, massages and kneads the struggle out of whomever it was that ended up in there. Nothing to see here

18:42 Blue Thrush suspects nothing at all from gurglebelly. So naive a pony

18:44 Pentaling however, isn't. He smirks, hips swaying, tail swishing side to side as he takes a few steps closer to the poor pony. "Mh, but for how long, my dear little morsel? How long till someone just lures you in," he says, jaws slowly opening, letting Sea pear down into that glowing, green, saliva filled maw, and down that pulsing, rippling throat for a few moments, before it [b]snaps[/b] shut just inches away from his muzzle. He can still feel that warm breath rolling over him. It's oddly sweet, alluring almost. "And then, no more little fishing pony. But I'm sure that'd never happen to you, right?" He asks, with a wink.

18:50 Seaward Skies would have thought of himself as more strongly-willed than that, potions notwithstanding, but as Pentaling steps up, hips moving in a most alluring fashion and gullet on clear display, the pegasus freezes, starting with wide eyes down the bug's neck. It's only when the teeth come together with a clack that he comes back to himself, cheeks dark and wings fluttering with obvious anxiety. Oh, how he misses his harpoon... "Right. Never happen to me, not in a thousand years!"

18:55 Pentaling nods, leaning in a tad closer, nostrils flaring as he savours the delightful scent of the pony. Unique, yet still appealing. "Of course, of course. A big strong pegasus like you?" He teases, slowly starting to circle around him, bringing a hoof up to trace down Seaward's side, "I'm sure no one could just stuff you away, making you vanish into some cock or rear like a useless slut," he continues, giving Skies a better look at that tail as he passes. Odd. It's...well, thick, and zebra like, instead of the usual buggy ones. Strange. "And of course, no one would be able to just ravage you, pin you down and [url=https://static.f-list.net/images/charimage/6099106.png]claim[/url] you before packing you away," he says, as his hoof comes to rest around the Stallion's rear, moving to slowly rub against those cheeks in small, kneading circles. His horn glows sickly green for a moment, casually lifting the pegasus's tail upwards as the ling leans in, forked tongue snaking forth, stealing a quick caress against the stallion's sack.

19:00 Seaward Skies takes a shaky step forward, away from where the changeling is headed, his side twitching as the chitinous hoof traces down along it, one wing flaring out so that the feathers brush Penta's side as he passes. "Mm, that, uh... That's not a thing I'm planning on..." he says in a quiet voice, lifting a hind leg, his hips sinking slightly on one side. The hoof presses into a soft cheek, warm and just firm enough to be pleasant to touch. Clearly the sailor has let himself go to seed a little. Hips crooked, tail held up, he looks almost like he's presenting, and it's only when the muzzle and tongue touch his musky, hanging sack that he snorts and takes two steps, shying. "Stop that," he says, in not nearly as commanding a voice as he'd intended.

19:04 Pentaling is pretty sure that Seaward could go to seed a little more...but that would be such a waste of such a succulent meat. The bug doesn't stop, that long tongue following him, as the bug steps after him. Another soft lick against that sack, gently pressing against it, the tip tracing small circles, before slowly making its way up, over his taint. The ling brings his forehooves up, resting them on the pegasus's cheeks, gently, gripping them squeezing, kneading, before starting to slowly part them as he leans in, warm breath rolling over that pegasus pucker. "What was that~?"

19:13 Seaward Skies ends up with his hoof lifted a few inches once more, looking as if he might buck back against the changeling, for a moment. His balls tighten up against his hips, his sheath letting the head of his cock push out against his belly, and by the time Pentaling is pushing his muzzle between those cheeks his hoof is just shaking where it is, his forelegs bending slightly. "I said..." he starts, shivering at the feeling of a changeling's breath against the sensitive ring. "I-I said stop," he whispers, almost too low to be heard.

19:17 Pentaling , as if on purpose, snorts again, warm breath rolling over those delightful flanks. "Or else~? Does the little pony not want to be pinned down and filled to be brim, to be used over and over again~?" He teases, forked tongue tracing around that pucker, before pulling back. Pent's hoof moves to stroke against his side once more, as he trots back up along the pegasus, before leaning up, nipping his ear softly, before gently smooching against it, whispering into it. "To be used by anyling who wants it, to want for nothing, to be left in a world of pleasure and estacy, your every waking moment filled with bliss, and you do what you were born to do~?" He teases, before shifting, planting soft kiss, after kiss along that pegasus's neck, before once more stroking and caressing his side as he returns to that plump rear.

19:26 Seaward Skies can't help himself. He pushes his hips back on one hind leg, pressing his pucker more firmly against the tongue, for as long as Pent lets it stay there. More trembling, both wings craned out to betray how the teasing words and touches make him feel. A dark shaft is bobbing beneath the soft, slightly chubby curve of his gut. "No... No, I don't," he insists, without any conviction. He already knows his body is giving him up, but he can't admit to it. Not yet. Regardless of how good it feels, when soft kisses are trailing down his neck, hooves groping him, the buzzing voice making sweet, terrible promises to him. "Please..."

19:31 Pentaling smirks, tenderly stroking those cheeks with a hoof, before giving them a soft smack with a hoof. "Well...I'd hate to be known as someone that ploughs the unwilling, so I suppose if you really feel that way..." he says, his horn flaring with its magic again, lifting Seaward up rump first, forcibly folding his hind legs up against his body. "You can be lunch instead~!" He announces with a chuckle, those stretchy, changeling jaws stretching wide as that pegasus's rump is stuffed away past those lips. Shame Skies can't see it happen. His tongue assaults those cheeks, lapping over them, savouring the salty taste of that fur, before darting upwards, teasing that pucker once more. He swallows again, jaws stretched and bulging out as he starts to work over the pony's flanks, that sack being rubbing against the floor of that damp mouth.

[b]GULP[/b]

19:31 < Pentaling> (Early enter, sorry!)

19:32 Pentaling gulps down, magically floating Skies upwards as he tilts his head back, letting those delightful cheeks start to slide down into his throat, to be kneaded, massaged, groped and compressed by those eager gullet muscles, already starting to work on dragging him down, to pull more and more of him in.

19:40 Seaward Skies winces at the smack, his hips twitching up, just before Pent makes a terrible proclamation and lifts him from the floor. His hind legs bump against his barrel, his eyes wide and confused for a moment, confusion that's removed when the changeling wraps his jaws around the plump backside, squishing flesh and pressing his cheeks together, even as the tongue teases his tailhole. The tail itself is pulled down into Pent's gullet at the first swallow, the curve of his cheeks brushing against the entrance, his cock brushing against teeth. "No, wait!" he cries out with far more force than before. "I-I didn't mean it!" And he's telling the honest truth, something the changeling can probably tell for himself, even if it's exactly what anyone would say in that position, feeling himself sliding back into a changeling's gullet rump-first.

19:47 Pentaling rolls his eyes, a low chuckle vibrating up his throat, around the stallion's rump. He slowly suckles away, drawing out as much of the taste from Seaward's body as he can, tongue lapping and teasing at his underside, stroking and wrapping around his cock, flicking and teasing the tip, before he gulps down, more of that rump, and that delightful cock, before dragged down into his throat. Another period of suckling, then another gulp, then another, the ling slowly but surely making his way towards Seaward's wings, his fangs idly brushing against the pegasus's fur.

19:54 Seaward Skies is squirming now, pushing one foreleg hard against the changeling's chin in an attempt to arrest his descent, to stop the hot, sticky-slick flesh from taking any more of him in. The way Pent toys with his cock, oh so sensitive after the teasing, makes that especially hard, and it seems that in his position, the squirming just makes him slip deeper. "Please! Wait! You were right, about everything! Y-you can use me, however you like!" As if he actually expects the changeling to listen now, his throat bulging out with salty-sweet pegasus rump, and a pulse running through his shaft to dribble precum against the tongue. He whimpers, eyes squeezed shut, breath coming in ragged gasps.

20:01 Pentaling closes his eyes, taking a moment to savour that salty sweet, delicious meat. He's gotta admit, the reviews were right. This pegusus is delicious...what a shame he's not planning on leaving any for others to try. He gulps again, throat constricting around that meat, the ling bringing a hoof up, starting to knead and massage the bulge formed in his chitin as the pony slides down it, 'accidentally' pressing and massaging directly over that cock, as its pinned between Skies's barrel and his throat. Another gulp, another piece of him lost. Those lips slowly slide forward over his wings, fangs scraping against him. He best have tucked them down...otherwise they might end up getting broken or twisted. Poor bird horse~

20:10 Seaward Skies is still a little too aroused to pull them in, despite the fact that he's being eaten alive by a ravenous changeling, and as the tips of his secondaries brush against the corners of Pent's mouth he realises they're going to get in the way, for better or worse. Rear hooves up against his shoulders, forelegs hanging slack as he loses any leverage to force his way out with them, he has nothing to do but be swallowed, teased by throat and hoof on the way down that make him wiggle in enjoyment that he doesn't want. "Please..." he gasps, giving a few flaps, the bulge in that dark neck getting larger with every swallow.

20:17 Pentaling thinks thats Seaward's problem, not his. After all, its not an issue to him. He tilts his head further back, letting gravity aid him as he gulps again, then again, those wings being forced to bend back, being shoved and forced down by his mouth and tongue. Maybe they'll manage to snap into place, or maybe they're get broken, or sprained. He doesn't really care. Instead, he just gulps again, then again, savouring the taste of those wings, no matter how they go down, eagerly swallowing up more and more of the stallion, heading towards his shoulders already. His rump would find itself pressing up against the entrance to his stomach, passing through the opening and starting to slide down into that churning, sloshing, juices filled chamber, the liquids within sizzling and hissing when they come in contact with him.

20:24 Seaward Skies 's wings are forced up, bent painfully into a position that they should be able to reach and held there, though at least they don't seem to be tearing or breaking. It's almost enough to take the edge off of the stallion's arousal. Almost. As it is he just shakes his shake in disbelief, as if denying what's happening might make it not happen any more. He can scarcely even believe it, with his backside squeezed through the tightest spot yet, tail already getting a good dose of acid's burn, and the sensitive rump getting a little tingle as it catches some of the digestive fluids. "Wait, please..." He'd offer something, but he doesn't think there's anything he could offer that Pent would accept. With his own feathers tickling the sides of his head and his forelegs forced upward to hang awkwardly over the sides of Pent's maw, he shivers, slowly vanishing, hips squirming in the caustic belly where the rest of him will soon end up.

20:25 < Seaward Skies> [sub]s/should be able to/shouldn't be able to[/sub]

20:29 Gyro Tech saunters on in and takes a seat on the bench

20:30 Pentaling hums around him, throat vibrating, the sensations traveling over and through the stallion's body as its further squeezed and kneaded by his throat, gullet clenching and gripping around him, like countless hooves molesting and groping over his body. Another gulp, those fangs scratching over his shoulders, as those forelegs are pushed up against his barrel and neck, pinned in place. Another swallow, and those lips start to slide up his long, lean neck, slowly but surely heading towards the cherry on top, the stallion's head. Inside the gut is hardly better. It's hot, humid and sticky. And worse of all, stinging and cramped, those juices spraying and sizzling over his fur, even as those stomach walls clench hard around him~

20:32 Gyro Tech 's eyes are drawn on over to the changeling and his squirming pegasus prey, going wide with horror as he watches the bug make a snack of his bretheren. He's stuck there in shock though, as his jaw drops on open. A changeling out here? were they being invaded? He should tell someone...but he cant manage to draw his gaze away.

20:43 < Gyro Feather> (Hes making drinks Pneta, he'll be back shortly

20:44 < Seaward Skies> (Yeah, sorry about that ^^;)

20:46 < Pentaling> (Hey, no worries)

20:49 Seaward Skies is now little more than a black, squirming bulge in the changeling's throat and neck, and a head, forelegs and set of feathers still sticking out from the open maw. With fangs edging over his caramel coloured - and flavoured - mane, it seems the last anyone is going to see of is face is a pair of very wide eyes and a slack, hanging jaw. Soon he'll just be a few feathers and a pair of squirming forehooves, with a rump that is being squished around, acids worked through fur to caress his skin. A last little whimper from the pegasus, a flex of forelegs, reaching for something far off in the distance....

21:06 Pentaling eyes light up as he glances over, catching sight of that bird fluttering in. Oh what a shame he wasn't here earlier! He could have glazed the turkey with some of Skies's own 'honey'. Honestly, if you're not forcing a pony to face fuck a griffin, while rutting them from behind till they unload over said avian, what are you doing with your life? Alas, that will have to wait for another time. His lips slowly creep over and into Skies's vision, fangs brushing over his skin. Another gulp, and he sinks in deeper, just that foreleg and that muzzle left sticking out. Another gulp, and the muzzle vanishes, the ling slowly slurping up over those forelegs as if they're nothing more than noodles, before, with a final gulp, the last of the delicious pegasus is dragged away, down his throat and into that gut, forced to curl up, to be kneaded and digested away.

21:06 < Pentaling> (Sorry, went to get some toast irl)

21:07 < Gyro Feather> (the one that moved in is the pone :P

21:08 < Pentaling> (Bah, you're the same :U)

21:09 < Arcanel> (A changeling, a gryphon and a pegasus, oh my!)

21:10 Gyro Tech shudders on the bench as he feels the eyes of the changeling alighting upon his form. He lets out a little squeak and pushes himself back a little further into the wood along the back of the bench. Perhaps if he stays incredibly still, he'll manage to evade the site of teh bug. They cant see what's not moving right? His body runs cold with a chill that causes him to shudder involuntarily as he hears that last call of the pegasus, and watches as
/me that muzzle disapears behind the black chitin. Gulp...He starts to edge away along the bench.

21:17 Seaward Skies finally breaks his shock into full-blown panic when he feels the hard muscles pressing around his skull, twitching his foreleg in a frantic tempo. The swallow starts behind his head, grabbing him and easing him back, and he gets out a last sharp "No-nnngh!" just before the throat muscles close around his muscle, reducing the end of the word to a muffled whining. The hoof makes a grab at nothing in particular as it too is pulled back behind the muscular folds, and the pegasus is gone. The bulge in that throat slides easily down, transferring to the swollen stomach that swings beneath the changeling with any movement he might make.

Inside, the pegasus yelps, his body a tight little ball, his nose almost pressed back into his still twitching cock, his balls tight up against himself. His tail is a straggly mess, his rump mostly bare with most of his fur already sloughed away thanks to its dip in the stomach, and the tingle that now spreads all over his body is a stinging burn down there, his tight hole and taint both burning. The distended gut makes some very vigorous struggles, bulges going this way and that, hoofprints and the impression of a muzzle, accompanied by groans...

21:27 Pentaling belches, hot air rushing out of his stomach, leading it to tighten, the distended gut squeezing tighter and tighter around him, showing off more of his form to the outside world. Gyro would get a wonderful view of the stallion's inline, as the latter is squeezed and caressed, kneaded and squeezed, those juices rolling over his form, biting, stinging, burning, starting the process of turning him into nothing more than meat. Which is all he is, really. Thick goop drops down onto him from above, splattering over his flesh. For a moment, there is relief from the burning and itching of the acids, only to be replaced by a growing numbness as it seems into his system, accelerating the process, starting to break down his nerves and ability to respond.

Pentagon licks his lips, savouring the after taste, before winking over to Gyro, starting to trot over to him, hips and gut swaying side to side as he does so. "Heya there, cute stuff~ Like what you see~?" He asks, fluttering his eyelashes at him, before turning to the side, letting him get a good view of that churning, sloshing, glorping gut.

21:33 Gyro Tech visibly winces from the rude belch echoing forth from the changeling as he finishes up his treat, and then, upon watching the bug send him a signal, he grimaces, and feels another flash of fear freezing him in place. Unfortunatly, this means that by the time the unicorn can finally bring himself to stand to his feet, the bug is basically right up against him.
He's not sure there's anywhere for him to run now, as his hoof nearly brushes up agianst that lumpy bug gut, full of horse that seems to writhe painfully with each paqssing second. "L-looks like you've had plenty to eat there...uhh...didnt you guys get sent back to your hive or whatever? Ponies ar-ar-arent suppoed to be on the m-m-menu..." he protests and then tries to circle past the bug lest he remain trapped between that bench and the evil insect.

21:35 Seaward Skies struggles for all he's worth, but after the heavy burp he has practically no room to move, his limbs forced even tighter against his body, muzzle jammed right up against his own sack with his cock, aching for one last release, rubbing against his chest and neck. So muffed, he can only let out pained moans, his fur coming away in patch, the burn spreading up from his rump, at least where the numbness doesn't start to take hold. From the outside his squirms have become little more than twitches, bursts of motion from a belly that shows the clear form of a curled up pony, only without detail. Every step makes his caustic little world swing like the world's most deadly hammock. He's tiring, but he doesn't seem to be expiring just yet...

21:45 Pentaling clicks his tongue, taking a step closer to Gyro, before bumping his bulging gut against him, letting the weight of the pony trapped within slap into the unicorn. "Mhm, sure you are, cute things. I'd say go call the guard...but, well, he'd probably just take ya as his own. Wouldn't do to let folks hear how he let me slip in," he coos down at him, as his stomach [color=green][b]GLORPS[/b][/color] and [color=green][b]glrks[/b][/color], swaying side to side from the impact, the pony within being crushed and compressed. Another belch against those lips, more and more of Seaward's air supply being vented away. "You know, I didn't believe him at first. But he was right, the pegasus really does taste like salted caramel." He says, humming softly to himself as he feels the stomach compress tighter, that goop and those acids working together to burn through Skies's defences, chewing and melting away at his form. Really, he wouldn't want to be let out now, he'd be a mess. Bald, covered in goop, flesh being burnt away by acids? He should really just give up and die, like any good meal would.

21:50 Seaward Skies keeps up a gentle squirm; it won't do to dwell on what precisely goes on in there, but the pegasus is as tenacious as he is delicious. Pent may get the feeling he's going to be squirming for a while yet... Unless something external were to change that, of course!

21:53 Gyro Tech yelps as he feels that weight slap against his form, and then stumbles back against the bench with the heavy crash, and then finds himself pinned down beneath the weight of the changeling and his meal. "Th-Th-THe guard let you in here?!" He ask with a yelp and squirms beneath that weight, pressing his hooves up against the lump and diggin them into skies's form.
His eyes go wide and he coughs when the air from penta's mouth is forced up over his muzzle when they're pressed lips to lips. He can practically taste the caremel pegasus on teh other's breath, along with the awful stench of his insides pressing down into his lungs. He squeezes his eyes shut and then shakes hsi ehad, pulling himself back from the other's muzzle now after that awful experience. "W-well...good, I wont say anything then either...just let me
go and all will be well and...I'll just trot off." So close, the fruity smell of gyro's main and fur conditioner wafts up into the other's nose. His hair looks perfectly oiled and shiney, and his entire form is well kempt. His form itself is lithe with just the right layer of fat in all the proper places.

22:00 Pentaling seems content to let Gyro go...or so it seems. Once the stallion has turned around, the bug leans forward, biting against that tail and forcibly [b]yanking[/b] backwards, dragging Gyro over, before once more smacking that swaying gut against him, helping to shake up and churn the pony trapped within it, who struggles even as they are being dissolved and melted away. "Mhm, not yet. How about you earn your freedom, pet?" He says, as he smacks into Gyro again, knocking him off of his hooves, before standing over him, lowering himself down, so the poor unicorn is being smushed and pinned down under his pegasus filled gut. "Get to rubbing if ya don't wanna join him~"

22:06 Gyro Tech sucks out a deep breath as he feels the changeling lift up off of his body and manages to slowly work his way out from beneath the creature. Taking trepidatious steps away from teh changeling, he thinks he's about to get away...and then there's a sharp painful tug at his tail. He's jerked backwards with ah heavy pain and turns his head back towards the bug.
He lets out a loud squeal as he's trapped down beneat the other creature. "Y-you want me to..." gulp...The unicorn nods his head with a grimace and begins to rub his hooves into the poor pegasus inside that belly. "I'm...sorry..." he whisperes into the churning sack. The hooves more in slow reluctant motions across the bulges, without any heart to him.

22:08 Pentaling smirks down at him, nodding as he rests upon the unicorn, wings lazily buzzing on his back as he feels those hooves start to move. "Put effort into it," he chides, his tail smacking down, hitting Gyro on the taint. "Unless you wanna get ploughed into the ground while listening to your fellow pony melt away."

22:09 < Pentaling> (I am kinda running out of steam, as it is 4am, alas!)

22:10 Seaward Skies [sub](may or may not like the idea of being ground to a pulp by being squished between a rutting changeling and his victim >///>)[/sub]

22:12 < Pentaling> (I know, it is a great idea)

22:14 Pentaling [s]falls asleep on the unicorn[/s]

22:15 Gyro Tech grimaces as he hears those words echoing over his ears and folds them flat against his head. Clenching his teeth together, he starts to press a little harder into the bug, pushing hard into the lumps as he feels them resist his pressing. "F-fine...just let me go afterwards." He whimpers, and then uses his hind hooves too, pressing knees and hind legs up to clench against that churning gut. Eventually it seems the horse gets his wish as the changeling falls asleep.