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One Gulp

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

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“Well, well, well… Did we all really think this was where we were going to end up?”

Ace smirked, the ninety-foot-tall mare sitting back on the sofa – but the tinies in the deep, plastic bowl before her didn’t care for the comfort of her living space. In her own home, the black mare was in her element, yet there was a disconnect between them, which stemmed from the size differences between them and, of course, the nature of the predatory mare herself.

With her black mane spilling down her neck, Ace relaxed back, the bowl set beside her, as if she was settling down for a movie night. She could well have been, if not for the scrabbling furries in the bowl, the much smaller anthros fighting the slick, smooth sides of the bowl for fear of their fate.

The giantess mare didn’t seem to notice, her tail flicking lightly, her body mare but for a lavish, silk robe that pulled over across her breasts. Her nipples were not quite exposed, but such a small note, even then, did not require attention as she hummed under her breath and picked out a zebra from the bowl. She clasped the roughly six-foot-tall femfur between her fingers and thumb as if it was nothing at all and didn’t even look at them as she popped them into her mouth.

They screamed. Of course, they did. Yet her ears barely twitched as she ignored them and sucked lightly on the tiny’s striped body – naked, of course – letting their flavours infuse her mouth. To her, as always, they were only food, though it was clear their fate would be sealed the moment she swallowed.

So, Ace drew it out a little. There was no reason at all to deny herself that pleasure, her tongue sweeping and licking around them, the thick, fleshy width of it pulling up the zebra anthro’s body. Her fearful cries were muffled, at least somewhat, by Ace’s mouth, but the cage of her teeth, even when they presented themselves as herbivorous teeth, was hardly something they would ever escape from.

“Mmm…”

She licked her own lips as she savoured their flavour, lapping over her own lips as she tucked the zebra anthro into the pocket of her cheek. Her tongue swiftly returned, greedily so, to her mouth to curl around the zebra femfur again and toy with her breasts, teasing her as if it was all just a ploy, a play for her to get what she wanted. The zebra exhaled and Ace chuckled, feeling those small hands skim over the flat of her tongue, as if there was some kind of connection between them.

But there was none and she tipped her head back without a second thought. Her tongue moved without thinking, pushing her food to the back of her mouth, and she swallowed – just the once. No more than that was needed with the eighty-four, roughly, foot size difference between Ace and her prey as the predatory mare swallowed her due. The bulge of the tiny zebra slid down her throat, inner muscles working at sending them all the way down to their eternal doom, but Ace really didn’t give them another thought.

They were food, the swell of them rising through her throat to show their passage – and then they were gone. They possessed no more importance to her than that and the mare exhaled as the small but noticeable weight settled in her stomach. It was not something Ace would have noticed if she had not been looking for it, wriggling a little as her red, silk robe pulled open across the front of her body just a little more.

The next in her bowl was a cow, a femfur who bellowed and twisted, wriggling like her life depended on it. Well, that was true, but it was a fact that wasn’t going to get Ace to stop in any way. Humming, she popped them in her mouth too, sucking up the thinner, more ropey tail, and slurped around them. A wash of saliva filled her mouth, transferring their taste to every corner, and a low groan trembled in the back of her throat as she enjoyed her meal.

Alas, the cow anthro was not to last in her mouth as she swallowed hard, barely even needing to tip her head back to swallow their plump form. A throat like hers knew how to open up and push her food down to her belly, doing what a body did best when it came to feeding just as she did. They, at the very least, would have company in the dark, warm pit of her belly.

There were more, many more, but she selected the white dragon for her third morsel. They glared at her, like they could force Ace to stop her feeding with a look alone, but that was never going to work. Ace chuckled, the mare rumbling a low, merciless laugh, and opened her mouth up widely, her tongue pressing up and over her lower lip as if to make the perfect slide to carry her prey to the back of her mouth and into her throat.

The dragon posed there, dangling for a moment, though Ace held them, rather unkindly, by an ankle. Their white tail twisted furtively back and forth and they might have cried out, but the predatory mare wasn’t listening to them. Her tail twitched where the dock was trapped under her rump and her lips quirked in a smile, even with her mouth open.

And then, with no warning at all, she dropped the dragon into her mouth, letting them plop onto the wetness of her tongue, the thick muscle wriggling temptingly beneath them. Yet the dragon’s scream was lost as they were sent crudely to the back of her mouth, Ace not even teasing and taunting them before swallowing. All it took was a single, perfectly timed gulp to send them down, squeezing them along the length of her throat where the bulge of her food traversing it was exposed through her neck – and then deeper still.

More tinies squirmed and fought in the bowl, clawing helplessly at the sides, yet her ears barely twitched. Turning on the large, flat-screen TV mounted to the wall in front of her, she put her hooves up on the ottoman and let her robe pull open even further. In her stomach wriggled three lumps, which was all the evidence left of the three tinies she’d devoured. They squirmed and fought their fate, but there was really never any better place for them other than in the mare’s stomach.

Licking her lips, Ace reached for her next victim. One gulp would do it, for reach of them…