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It was a beautifully sunny day in the bustling, loud city of Seaddle. Ponies walked about doing various activities - eating, shopping, sightseeing...everything you'd expect to see in a major city.

The streets were littered with little shops and stands, selling various delicious treats and snacks. One particular stand, having mixed amounts of business today, was that which sold delicious cold shakes, owned by one Sweet Treat - a cute, pink-coated mare with a short, blonde mane. From a right profile view, her mane appeared in the shape of a paraglider, dipping down into a short tip that trailed down to the other side of her neck.

Lately she had been getting more business than usual...something about this new watermelon-grapefruit shake seemed to be a hit! Maybe it was also due to how hot the past couple of weeks had been, and ponies would want something cold to drink...which was definitely where this mare came in!

Everything had been peaceful and simple as well. No angry customers, no mistakes in orders, nopony trying to short her on bits...all was going perfectly swell!

This peace would be somewhat disrupted though, by the arrival of her next customer. The day's plans would take an entirely different turn to the past while. Very, very different, and not at all something Sweet would have ever considered doing herself.

The mare was another pegasus. Going by the name of Firmly Bound, she had a white coat, and a short teal mane as well, tucked into two messy ponytails on the back of her head. Her hooves were a light green, going up her legs a bit before shifting abruptly to white. She had a cute, soft face, and walked contentedly up to the stand.

"Hello! I'd like the watermelon one, please? Just watermelon!" She smiled, leaning over the counter curiously, poking her snout into the space to look at what went on behind there, eyes catching sight of the many colourful flavours. Sweet smiled at her, nudging her back just a bit for personal space.

As she spoke the price out and Bound fished in her purse to gather up the needed bits, Sweet took notice of the mare's wings. They seemed to almost buzz a bit when their eyes met...what was up with that?

She was broken out of thought by Bound, who handed her the money before quickly going to drink the shake, feeling the cold treat cool her heated body down a notch.

Handling the financial transaction, and giving a couple of overpaid coins back, sweet began her smiling, customer-service farewell and wishes for a good day, only to be interrupted by a sudden occurrence. It not only came out of the blue, but seemed fucking illogical.

Bound managed to trip herself on...something. Soon enough the reality of that would be clear for the confused pegasus, but for now all she knew was what she saw at surface value.

Bound seemed to fall onto the stand and over the counter, right above where Sweet had forgotten to close a stash of shake right away. The blushing white pegasus topples right into the vat of it, vanishing into the shake mix.

Walking over, and about to reach in to help her, the pink mare got startled as Bound popped her head out, giggling a bit. She was nearly entirely covered in the cold substance, its watermelon flavour soaking into her fur, giving the pony a sweet smell. She looked rather cute like that...

"I...um...sorry!" Sweet blushed in embarrassment, idly rubbing at the back of her head. She was annoyed, because this probably set her back on a lot of stock for a popular flavour, but also sorry that the mare had had such an accident at her stand...or it seemed to be an accident, anyways. Freak one for sure.

When the pegasus's face leaned in close to the other to check at something, Bound would lift her wings, beginning to flutter upwards. The timing was spot on, the shake-smothered pony landing right inside of Sweet's mouth, headfirst. This caused a sharp squeak from the surprised pony...what the heck?!

When the mare tried speaking, all that did was make her swallow, the motion tugging Bound further inside. The shake fluid got all over her face and chest, staining her fur lightly. Meanwhile, inside of the overfilled mouth, there was the sweet taste of her creation, but also a hard to place flavour that clearly came from the pegasus head lodged in her maw. It was sweet yet tart, adding an interesting flavour profile in. Everything together was a delicious experience!

Well...it would have been if Sweet was into this. It was not her thing, really, and that sort of detracted from the delectable taste a more...inclined pony would have gladly taken advantage of. Instead, the stand owner opted to push back using the mouth muscles and tongue, attempting to dislodge the head. Again, unfortunately for her, she took another gulp, which dragged that soft, sensitive neck in. Beyond her head, there was even more watermelon-coated pony to guzzle down.

Was she wanting to? No. Would she have much of a choice? Not really, as any attempts she kept making to push the pony out were met with Bound only slipping deeper and deeper, towards a digestive fate. Sweet assumed, as any rational pony might, that surely Bound was panicking right now! Digestion meant death, and who would want death?

Come to think of it...could her stomach even digest a pony? Maybe Bound was safe from the effects of this accident! It would be quite a shame to go in such a way, just by tripping...

However, against all logic, Bound gave...a happy purr, as her head was slowly squeezed down upon by warm throat muscle. There was no understanding that...until it clicked in Sweet's cute little head. This was a setup!

Just on cue, the watermelon-smelling-and-tasting pegasus mare chuckled and proceeded to then admit something. "Yeah, okay! I just...you're cute and I have a fetish for this and....ahhh! I was planning to make myself trip into your maw, but kinda misfired into the shake...feels nice though. Nice and cold..."

Trying to take this all in, Sweet sat herself down, continually failing to fight swallowing the lump in her throat down. It seemed that between the way she'd gotten stuck and Bound's enjoyment, there was no way of getting her out.

The big lumps and bulges she caused also gave the mare discomfort. It felt...weird and off to have her body stretched like so...in fact, it didn't feel possible! Yet, the muscle and skin bent at the will of the white-coated pegasus, as if to approve of her choice.

Despite the mare's own dissent, that is.

Bound's weight pressing down onto her forced Sweet to flop down into a sitting position. She shivered at the cold feeling sprouting through her due to the pegasus being covered in shake, the smooth softness of her fur and feathers tickling along the throat as they slipped down. All in all, while Bound was in bliss, her predator was bound in discomfort.

Another swallow lurched the pony's rump down into the maw, which now smelled incredibly sweet between the flavour of pony and that of the watermelon shake that came with the package. Denying the taste was amazing was a blatant lie, but saying she was wanting this? That was also a lie...she'd never have planned for it - this...act that seemed entirely impossible.

"Thank youuuu!" Giggled the pegasus, wings pressing against the sticky, slimy walls of the dark throat that pleased her so. Absolutely loving the experience and equally smothered and matted with saliva and throat slime, her head began pressing through the upper sphincter. After a couple of seconds, she popped through, the rest of her figure pouring more easily behind the head.

Sweet groaned with the expansion of her stomach as it filled with a delicious, yet unwanted, meal. It felt weird, gave a sore feeling, and made her feel way too full. Once the last bits of slimy tail left her throat entirely, she tried to regain control of the situation by pushing Bound out the other way. It'd be a messy ride for her, but she'd be out with her life and Sweet could get rid of the feelings she was so disliking.

Even darker than the throat, the stomach gurgled and groaned around Bound, both from the organ getting ready to work down the huge meal, and from the very unusual feelings gained from the swelling. She was curled up tight, a small pain in her back from being nearly folded over. The acids stung at her as the pool slowly began rising, slices of cake getting themselves into Bound's fur and mane. The muscular walls covered her body in even more thick slime, also softening her flesh and muscles with the hard squeezes.

Even now, despite a million affirmations from the excited pegasus that this was a great scenario, the stand owner could not be more in disagreement. Not only could she not serve customers like this, it felt crap as well! Enough so she was inclined to groan and mutter out, "Damn you..." in an annoyed tone.

If she'd even heard over the stomach soundscape that was deafening in her cute little ears, Bound did not seem to register what Sweet was feeling. She was too lost in her own bliss, white face smothered in crimson blush, fogged by the sheer amount of slime coating her. By now, with the belly in overdrive, she was already a very tender lump ready to be smoothed down within.

Meanwhile, Sweet's hooves stopped pressing down as that just gave her stomach pains. She tried gagging s well, trying to cough the mare out, to absolutely zero avail. Grumbling from the growing discomfort - especially as the digestion sprang into action - she could only lay back against a wall submissively. With all ways out of this failing, all she felt like was possible was to just make this go as quickly as possible. The faster Bound was ground up like the food she made herself into, the better it would be for Sweet.

Not that Bound would mind a fast digestion. Her wings tingled and spasmed with the enjoyment she was oh-so-clearly experiencing while the stomach finally set itself to work. It was ruthless, crushing down hard on her soft body, making the sea of acid go nearly to Bound's chin.

At that, flesh was torn from her body. Despite her pain receptors going practically insane within herself, she didn't care all too much. Instead she focused on the erotica of the moment, pleasure soon outdoing the pain as blood poured like a river into the acids. As the walls ground the fur and flesh away and let it slough down into the acids for processing, those stinging fluids made their way into the exposed meaty internals and began to devour. Muscle and meat dissolved, letting even more blood empty out. Her legs were going first, most easily targeted by the stomach due to her position, as well as her back. Bound's back was absolutely stripped of skin flesh, which paved a path for acids to assault her even more.

Shortly, her spine was broken with a loud crunch - musical to one mare, a bit disturbing to another - which essentially made Bound immobile and floppy. Though this was immediately replaced with new, digestive pain, Bound noted how it no longer hurt for her to be literally folded in half. The stomach shrank due to her getting more compact, making the feeling less tight and hard for Sweet to endure.

Contributing to the speed of this was pressing hooves from Sweet, doing her best to make this process a quick one. Sure enough, squeezing only helped tear more flesh off and out of Bound's body, the mare now entirely submerged in acids. The pool had turned colours due to how much blood had seeped from the pegasus' form during this process, which she was still loving. Even as pain began to overpower pleasure due to simply the amount of her body that had already been processed. Even as her mane and tail spilled off of her to let the acids expose the skull. Even as her plump rear dissolved into what felt like nothing.

It certainly was not nothing. Sweet could feel it - this was all leading to one longass shit later. Her colon was filling up, all the while what wasn't sent down all the way was converted into pudge, which would leave a cute hang to her stomach later on. Maybe she'd come to appreciate it, but for now this still felt all sorts of weird, wrong and...bad. What if someone came looking for the mare simmering away inside? How would she explain it to the poor friend-slash-family member? If only she'd have just turned her head away from Bound, she could've prevented this whole scenario.

Unfortunately that was in the past that, while not so distant, sure felt like it was hours ago. She didn't even dare consider the logistics of this speedy digestion, just trying to forget about it. Bound, being broken and squished up, was taking much less space, which meant Sweet could finally walk a little bit. Maybe even serve customers, if she could hide the hanging gut. Just act casual and normal, play a record or something to drown out the obnoxiously loud crunches and creaks that came from working down an entire pony.

Soon enough she wouldn't even need to worry about that. Bound was practically orgasming from how much she loved this. Her demise, yes, but a wonderfully divine one at that. Feeling the stomach destroy her, grinding her up into a paste to be expelled later on and also to add a layer to the cute predator's waistline and belly...was a gorgeous idea! That was working oh so well...why she had not done this sooner was a glaring question, though her answer would be quite simple if she were in any way capable of speaking: she had to find just the right pony. Sweet happened to be that pony, and whether she understood it or not...she made for quite the pred.

Giving her stomach a poke as she uncomfortably stood up, Sweet could feel that the climax was being reached. The slowing down of the gurgles and groans seemed to signify this. A welcome message this was. Finally, this whole mess was almost done and behind her! Well, no, it wouldn't end up behind her for very long...

Bound gave a loud squeal as her chest played victim of a tight digestive squeeze, nearly severing her life entirely. She had no skin left anywhere on her body by this point, vision robbed from her as was her hearing. She was barely alive - a few more seconds would simply do it for her. No regret was traceable within her kinky mind to indicate a wish for changing the ending she was now experiencing. In previous circumstances this was only a fantasy, but now it was happening to her for real!

It was all dark and silent for her within seconds. With Sweet pressing her stomach up to the counterC the pressure grew enough to entirely sever the head from Bound's dissolving body. Everything but the skull was dissolved away - even the brain was gone, the acids having seeped in through empty eye sockets and cracks. The skull, along with the other mush remaining from the destruction that took place, was pushed down into the intestines.

The feeling was incredibly strange. Sweet squeaked out, doubling over as her confused brain tried to register what the feeling was. Pain? Pleasure due to the spots it seemed to tickle at? It was too odd for her to place, but it sure overwhelmed her. She laid panting out on the counter, huffing as the wide bulge of the skull slithered down her guts. Everything was piling up in back...a factoid she'd need to take care of immediately. Groaning, she slowly and carefully peeled herself from the counter, trotting her swaying body over to the nearest toilet. The imprint from the skull was far too noticeable for her to open shop without...disposing of it.

Groaning out of relief as she sat her flanks down on the toilet, the mare laid back. This was exhausting on top of every negative way she felt towards this situation, making the ending feel...nice. The end of the shit.

A sharp gasp escaped her as the skull finally spilled into the rectum along with the rest of the mess of a pegasus, waiting to be expelled. Sweet began to oblige as such, anal muscles squeezing tight. It seemed to all come out in one big swirl of waste, pouring out through her ponut into the water below. It was a big log, as expected due to how much she had just in- and di-gested. Quite the strenuous effort was required of her due to its thickness, taking a good few seconds to make it even begin to spill out. This would take some of her time, it was guaranteed.

She kept grunting and clenching tight with those muscles, the effort making her breaths into heavy pants as she shoved the brown mess out of her body and into the bowl of the toilet. It began piling up as the first section ended. Seems two or three goes of this was needed, and she was impatient to get this over with so she disregarded how full the toilet was getting and got right into round two.

Round two was trickier because there was a bone or two that managed to evade the digestive process and stuck out against the pushing rectum. The pop of those bones falling into the shit sitting below was oddly...satisfying to her. Not that she likes this whole scenario! Just....a weird feeling.

Almost seeming to be a perfect fit for the remains of a pony, the toilet was entirely filled up as of now. Once she felt the muck taper off she had assumed it was over....till something poked st her and she winced. The skull. "Fuck this..." the mare grumbled, straining hard. This part was even harder than the rest due to the skull's size versus that of the logs she had just expelled. It slowly poked through, Sweet cursing the former pegasus all the while. Couldn't she have bothered someone who was actually into this crap?

A sigh of relief escaped in tune with the escape of the skull, plopping into the stinky pile below. It took some good effort after standing up, but she managed to flush everything down, even the skull, which shattered into little bits from the sucking pressure. The crunch was loud as the ones that came out of her stomach a bit ago, but this one was better for her. The scene was done with at last, though her hanging belly and plumped body would remind her of it despite her grievances.

"...guess it wasn't that bad."