A Banquet With Sea-ponies
Written by Septia.
“But what if I said...” The bubblegum mare tilted her head against Twilight's shoulder. “...Pretty please with custard on top?”
“The answer is no, Pinkie.”
“But Twilight,“ Pinkie said as she tugged the yellow stallion accompanying her close, “Buttered also really wanna see me as a shark swimming through all those tanks.”
The stallion-in-question's cheeks came to match Pinkie's coat at this. “I, well, never stated I did but...”
“Already said no, casual as this trip may be, I am still here on royal business, and I don't want you getting lost or flushed into the ocean.”
A hoof tapped Twilight's shoulder. “Sugar cube, we 're goin to a fancy eatery, what say you drop off your stern studs by the entrance fer once?”
Twilight pouted and turned in her seat with a sigh. “Fine, just promise me you won't get yourself in tro-.hullk.” Twilight gasped out as she was squeezed into a hug by the pink mare.
“Thank you thank you thank you I am going to make the best shark~.”
“Girls, dress up warning, I see the restaurant straight ahead,” Rarity interjected as she donned a bonnie.
Out from the coast, just where the deep trenches began, laid a rig that housed a glass structure stretching below the surface. Folks of all kind gathered at the docks from boats and carriages, heading through the gate which held up the name: 'Cauldron Bay' etched in limestone. Below the name hung an ornament shaped as a cauldron with a fin, a claw, and a tentacle jutting out at the top.
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Their steps echoed against birch stairs; despite the glass walls it quickly grew dark in the enclosed stairway, lit up only by cauldron lanterns. They were swept up in a blanket of humidity as the pressure rose. Then, ahead they could make out a glow, like a gemstone bright from the surrounding stone. Its facet lay tangled with loops and canals that shimmered in the deep. As they walked their surroundings shifted from constructed glass to a tunnel of rock. Lanterns replaced with orbs of luminescence carved into the wall, along with stretches of windows looking out into the midnight blue. Fluttershy kept herself close to the wall, anxious about the height despite being below surface.
-Dwonk- -Dwonk-.”Iiaah.” Fluttershy jumped out and covered her face at the knocking, when she peaked she saw a pony on the other side of the glass. Their hoof glossed like seaweed floating near the surface when she waved. Fluttershy peaked out of her winged fortress and swayed a few feathers in response. The mare chuckled and darted off along the piping, instead of hooves her body continued in a long, serpentine tail. Further down the cavern the pressure stabilized. Beads of moisture dotted them like sweat , drops of water trickled down from the ceiling as they reached the gate.
The gate opened, a gust washing away the humidity they had gathered as the halls opened up to them, resulting in a collective: “Ooooo.”
”Aaaa.”
It was like stepping into the castle's banquet hall, sandstone streets which glimmered with flakes of silver trailed around the facility and lead to all manner of attractions built into coral, caverns and aquariums as far as the eye could see. Tubes connected aquariums and twirled like decorations all throughout the halls, mare-maids of all kinds swam through, the pipes giving the impression of flying through the air.
“Miss Princess? Shall I lead you to the meeting suite?” A waitress said as approached.
The question made Twilight shake her head and to pull focus from the glimmer of the world around her. “Oh, no. I mean, yes, of course that is to say I am... Twilight is fine.”
Announcers called out attractions and entertainment as the group wandered down the aisles. “Want a taste of all we got to offer? Spent all your bits on the journey here? Fancy yourself big mouthed? Well a free meal says you can't fit in more than our basking shark beauty, Reef Lips.”
A fish as tall as a house swam behind them, with a maw that on its own could hold a house swam behind in one of the ocean tanks.
“If you can gobble down more than her in one sitting, then all you ate is free in our 'All gob, All guts' challenge.”
At a table nearby sat a stallion with a dozen empty plates in front of him, and roughly two dozen at the other end next to a stand with Reef-Lips marked onto it. “Phaa... I thought I'd never see that many clams in my life.” The stallion heaved out whilst Reef-Lips casually swept up a school of red snappers in their tank.
“Hah, looks like they bit off more than they could swallow,” Rainbow dash remarked.
“At Cauldron Bay we house a myriad of predators, from the humble prawn to the ravenous Sharkponies.” Behind the announcer one could see some of the attributed 'ravenous' creatures gliding through tubes and enclosures, occasionally clapping a mare-maid with their fails. “But if you fancy yourself king of the sea then step up, and take part of our 'Put your fins where your mouth is'. Take bets on the results of any daring swimmer or you are also just one leisure away from diving in yourself for a chance at a free sharkpony sashimi.”
Twilight was baffled by the fact that she could practically hear the asterix that followed the announcer's sentence.
“Hey lady Mcbuck, ten bits says those sharks are chowder.”
“Twenty says those finned mutts'll be eating well today.”
The two head off to the entertainment district, to which Twilight only rolled her eyes. In doing so she caught a glimpse of the ceiling, which housed an aquarium covering most of the restaurant, up there behind numerous pipes swam Basking sharks, giant octopods and a whale-mare who's shadow swept across them like nightfall, and in front of it a comparatively smaller shadow.
Threading through the water got tiresome a lot quicker than the mare had imagined, darting away from the behemoth closing in behind her. The whale-mare just smiled at her slurping over her boat sized lips. 'Why did I get myself into this, I have to be done with the challenge soon right?” She glanced up, the timer stating she had only been there thirty seconds, she gasped out, releasing a foam of bubbles and stopping to hold over her maw. In the next moment she was eclipsed by an incarnadine cage.
She pulled herself up from a puddle of mucus, seeing piles of food and mangled heaps strewn across the gullet. “I-I give, you can let me out... ok?” -Ghrooulgnmbl-. Her world turned and she was slammed into a pillowy wall, though the whale-mare only thought about the pony she gobbled until she spotted the next contestant.
”Come'on fishy, you go in my mouth.” At a clam-table in the reef restaurant a gray mare fumbled with a mass of tentacles drenched in lemon sauce.
The octopus had its appendages curled around the pegasi hoof when the guest tried to stuff the whole hoof into their gob, only managing to fit her hoof so far back. She diligently suckled as her expression only turned increasingly surly.
When she pause to brush back her blond mane the tentacles slithered over to grasp her other hoof, when she tugged this away the whole dish followed and long to the flailing arm. “Mouth, nowhere else.” She barked.
The Octopus squirmed and slithered between hooves as the mare trued to get a grip of her. “Oooh no, not the big scary mare gonna eat me up~, save me~.” It spoke in a singsong tune whilst the bubble-flanked pony huffed.
“I would if you stayed still.” Eventually she stuffed both her hooves into her maw, contorting her cheeks with bumps and bulges from the thrashing cephalopod. “Mfnnfwm. Mnfwrwf? Mmnfninn.” The mare was unable to keep her balance with the tumultuous maw and tumbled onto the floor, her lips writhering with a bouquet that kept suckling onto her face. There on the floor she gathered up the tentacles and scoffed them past her lips, swallowing -Gllluumklp- again and again -Ooplllhm- the bloated cheeks deflating with the jittering lengths of seafood slumping down her neck. “Phaa, hawn... -Aooourraahp-.” This ordeal was enough to leave the mare cross-eyed. Her breath heaving whilst her tongue hung by the end of her lip.
“My, would you look at that? Seems they weren't lying when they said this food would leave you speechless.” Rarity brought up as the group passed by the panting pegasi.
Along they way they passed through several districts, most shock full of ponies, goats, deers, dragons and more, each coming together to enjoy themselves a few plates of the sea's delicacies. Mare-maids, Scalloponies served live in their shells with a shower of soy and Prawnies in droves. All giddy at the getting onto a plate, even those who struggled never screamed or caused any major commotion, only providing their guest with a little more of a squirming spice.
Led up several flights of stairs they reached the VIP suite, a dome the which top reached above the surface once more, and where one could look down upon the sprawling water tanks all around. There was even a personal aquarium which housed a few uncommon specimens.
“Oooo, Equus Medusozoa!” Twilight exclaimed and pressed her muzzle to the glass, peering over some shimmering jelly-ponies drifting through the faux sea floor. “Endangered because of the rapid growth of predators and climate changes this species was saved by Cauldron Bay. To think I get to see such an invaluable Cnidaria he-...” Twilight's ramblings came to a halt as she saw the jelly-ponies staring back at her with confounded expressions. Twilight tapped her hooves together. “Aaa -- I should get seated.”
“Oooh Twiliy~.”
She sighed as she hadn't even gotten to her chair before Pinkie hopped next to her.
“I know aren't there just so many amazing things here you lose your breath? I was already out of air by the entrance when we were all -Houuaaaaaaa-,” her rambling paused momentarily as she gasped, “together remember but I still got some reserve air otherwise I don't know how I would have made it do you think I can gasp as a fish? Do gills feel like you breathe whilst drinking a glass of water?” Pinkie's grin stretched from cheek to cheek.
Twilight's horn sparkled into a glow whilst Pinkie prattled on, a light emanating from the earth pony's body as Twilight elevated her into the air.
Buttered Buffet's eyes darted from Twilight to the shimmering mare that spun around, her body elongating and her rear fluff merging together to a tailfin.
When the light subsided the grin had become sharp with large fangs, and the Sharkmare quivered with excitement. “Oooo I could cut some cute cupcake wrappers with these chompers. -Mnnawm- -Mnawnm-.”
“Just stay in the tank near us, ok?”
“You got it, Princess pants. Drop me in drop me in.” As Twilight levitated the mare up, she sneakily clung her tailfin around the yellow stallion, slapping the fin over his mouth and winking down as they were hauled into the tank together.
Twilight felt like a parent letting their child off to play before dinner, though she appreciated the calm atmosphere they were left with, just her, Rarity and Fluttershy who looked over the menu, or rather, aquariums.
”Do I... Have to pick one?”
“Oh dear Fluttershy, they all want to be your food, they desire it, just look at them.” Fluttershy gave a glance at the tank, in which a Mer-stallion swam past with a wink and a smack to his bottom, following him were a little school of prawnies who gathered near the glass and seemingly... danced for her. “Ooooh... I... I don't know about this, I'll just ask if they have a salla-.”
“Who's the most exquisite delicacy in the Cauldron? You are darling, yes you are.” Rarity doted over a Labsterpony who sprawled herself out over a bed of rocks, and shook her scaled body with a smirk. “I have made my decision, lightly steamed and with a dash of lemon-pepper.”
“And olive oil, I am great all lubed up.” The Lobster said to which Rarity beamed.
Then she composed herself with a cough. “How can you deny their wish to be with you Fluttershy, you do realize you are making them sad, don't you?”
The pegasus glanced to the tank, at all the innocent and cute little teary eyes gazing back at her. “Oo... Ooo geeze... I...” She then reached out her hoof. “T-t-That one then.” She recognised the emerald skin of the fish that grazed her by the entrance, the Eelmare slithering up to the glass and planting a smooch onto it.
“Exc-eellent choice~.”
Fluttershy gazed upon the serving dish in front of her, on the piles of m-eelon j-eelly which surrounded the Eelmare coiled up into a curl and resting her elbows against her own tail, looking back at her. The eelmare wasn't much smaller than herself, which just made fluttershy feel considerably more awkward.
Rarity next to her marv-eelled at the display of her lobsterpony propped up on a bed of lettuce and tomatoes, hot fumes rising from her body, the steaming having turned her bark hue a mellow scarlet. “This is just marv-ellous, I don't even know where to start.”
At this the lobster looped over with a lazy heave to expose the plates of chitin over its back. “Mm, wherever is fine.” she mumbled out, relaxed and a bit dizzy looking from the steam.
Rarity caressed along the exoskeleton and hooked her hooves around the edge of its tail plate, peeling up the natural armour to a plume of steam billowing forth.
“Ooouuooheha, that tickles.”
Fluttershy bit her lip and looked back to the Eel. “I-. I am sure you would have a nicer time in the tank.”
“I wouldn't really, too open and they keep the lights on so long,” the eel stated and swayed its caudal fin, “I would much prefer a stuffy eel-pit to nestle up in.” She then crawled over the table edge and laid her head against Fluttershy's abdomen. “and I think I know a place that fits the bill.”
Fluttershy quivered in her seat, but patted the eel, it felt as sleek as butter. “B-but.”
“I bet it be comfier in there if you had some jelly for me to lay on.” The eel insisted and cradled up a hunk of the gelated treat up to Fluttershy, propping it right into the mare's mouth. “Just a litt-eel taste, for me?” She cooed out and snuggled up her muzzle against fluttershy's mouth.
The yellow mare eventually gave in and let her lips part for just a moment, enough for the lube skinned gush to plug her maw up with her head. “Mmhhfwmfm,” Fluttershy mumbled out dampened by the fish. Yet, she felt the texture of salty brine spread over her taste buds, tongue meeting the eel's skin and slurping along her face as delicately as if she was was washing a babby bunny.
-Crkkcth-. “Ooohmn.”
Rarity cracked back the back carapace of the lobster, exposing her back and rubbing it down with a splotch of oil to limber the marbled meat.
“Haaaammn... hihehe, I feel so naked.” The lobster moaned out through its dizzy exterior.
“You are simply splendid dear, and seeing you without the tough exteriour only wettens my appetite.” Rarity tugged and eased up the lobster from its calcium-cartilage, Its body looking so frail, glistening like pearls at sunrise. Plates of its cartilage still clung to its body, which formed a pattern that glowed in Rarity's eyes. “Oooh yes you are a beauty. Shame to strip you entirely, a meal like you should be enjoyed, al dente.” Rarity stated and draped her tongue along its back, smooching it delicately and suckling on its head.
“Regret to inform you, ambassador, but you will have to wait a bit longer. Would you perhaps like to order an appetizer?”
Twilight glanced up to the waitress as she was busy folding the napkin into different triangular shapes. “I am in no rush, I prefer to wait.”
-Gllmmnhk-. A brackish taste welling out on her tongue and throat as the eel wiggled past her lips. Its girth kept her mouth parted, Fluttershy quivering as she didn't swallow as much as she allowed the critter access to her body. Her hooves roamed along its body, trailing down over her own next that laid distended like a pillow case stuffed with a whole blanket. “Mnnfgmm. Mnmffwm.” She quivered around its supple taste, gullet beginning to protrude with the prods of the slender head fumbling through to her tummy.
Drops of oils from the eel's skin and residue of the surrounding jelly splashed off from the brim of her maw as it slithered through her throat as it had swam through the tubes in the facility.
Fluttershy leaned backwards in her chair, fumbling over her belly, her friend too long to fit without folding herself up in loop after loop, and not a single part of her stayed still. Her tummy obtruded with coils of the eel, her skin stretching over the marine-yarn rolling up inside her. Fluttershy gave off a smothered grunt as her hooves went right down to cradle her belly, which hung over her lap like a knapsack stuffed with bedrolls. Skin brushing and smearing against the walls of her belly, lumps and contours constantly shifting and rippling under her hooves. “Mmgfllgnm.” She panted out with globs of oil and drool splashed down the side of her lips, slurping and suckling as the tailfin flicked just outside her mouth. For a moment she let it wiggle, moaning around it and rubbing down the bloat in her throat and the bundle of undulating bumps on her gut, panting as her hooves explored the extent of the tangling outlines dancing across her skin.
-Ghlmmnnnp-. With a gulp and her molars nibbling the tail to the back of her throat the mare guzzled down the last hunk of meat from the eel, feeling its tickling journey down her throat and curling up in her belly with the rest of it. “Omnaa... o-ohh m-my...” she mumbled through clasped teeth as she massaged and squeezed down on her gullet, sensing every centimeter of her long friend curling and turning inside to warp her gullet, into contorted shapes and positions -Orrruiiirp-. -Bhurpaaaooohrp-. Fluttershy panted and quivered with each belch, the gut winds carrying a sweet tinge of the ocean with it all whilst her lips trembled at the release of air. -Buuraaahhrrop-. The sides of her belly eclipsing her flank as it hung down her lap as if someone had taped a sack of syrup onto her. It all gave her the appearance of a ball of thick-stringed yarn. Bulges appeared as soon as they sank down to make place for new ones, broadening and contracting, the whole of Fluttershy looking like just a bundle of tummy and feathers writhering in joy. “Ommn... s-so t-this is what an e-eel pit feels like.” Flutterhy panted out, wishing to express her joy for the squirmy friend, but she couldn't focus for the jolts of pleasure.
Rarity had taken things easy, massaging in oils and sauce across her Lobster's bare skin and only giving it a lick when they giggled or struggled. “Elegant and Magnifique.” She said with a lick of her lips, lifting up the Lobster below the claws and using her tongue to guide its tail down to her
oesophagus. A fog of fresh heat still oozed out from the pores of her meal, yet it was a mellow warmth that soothed her throat to expand for the meat slapping down to inflate her neck. “Mmmnnph.” She cooed out across the delicately cured crustaceans, who panted itself as its tail slithered into the grasp of her throat, finagling its way into the gullet.
Once her hooves started to get a bit messy Rarity would let the lobster hang from its torso at the edge of her lips, bring her hooves with the shellfish dangling to give out a cute moan at each bounce. She held it up with napkins concealing her hooves, and arched her head back to aid its journey. The gormand delicately eased her meal down the humid tunnel, her tongue draping over its entire body as if she was painting an artwork of saliva onto its body. -Sllrp-. Even though she scoffed back a past ten kilogram hunk of lobster, judging by the noise it made it could have been a gulp of water. Her belly billowed out in her lap, the soft body structure curving to her form, rather than distorting hers. When the last hump on her neck settled, her belly laid slightly pudgy, rounded as if she was harbouring a watermelon, modest compared to the fluttering ball of plumage next to her. “Mmmhmm, as magnificent as the reputation would have you believe.” -Hoarp-. “My most since apologies.” -Buhrharaop-. Rarity's cheeks flushed up at this, grapping a napkin and dotting up any sauce that had spilled over to cover up her embarrassment.
”Miss Princess ambassador?”
Twilight's glass dunked into the table. After which the purple mare quickly coughed and covered up. “Mmph, still fine to call me Twilight.”
“R-right. So, miss Ambassador Twilight, there will still be a while for you to wait it seems.”
Whilst she listened to the waiter she watched the pile of wiggling, contorting fluff that harboured Fluttershy somewhere. And to her side, rarity, smutting on the juices from a claw the size of her hoof as if she was sampling a drink at a ball, rubbng down on her gut in small circles to a moist -Groubmglrb-. Churning away inside. “About that appetiser...”
Buttered Buffet gasped out for a breath of air moments before his coat became soaked in the seawater. Moments after he saw the mauve shark dive, her mane bouncing like rubber at the impact of the surface.
Pinkie's gills broadened and her tailfin steadied like a rudder, turning on a bit to swim across his field of vision, bearing a smile that showed off every one of her sharp teeth.
Buttered glanced back, through coral and sea anemones he saw their table, yet they didn't see him. Pinkie curled a hoof around his shoulders, before he could protest they were soaring. Their shadows running across sand and limestone formations, the pressure was like a back for his entire form. -Shhourlsh-. Suction from a tube ahead was the first sound he had really heard down here, and soon they were darting through the tube, away from the tank and into uncharted water.
In the tube his body felt dense, the stream flushing at his sides became contractions. Buttered closed his eyes, and for a moment imagined he was flying down a throat. A tap at his shoulder made him open his eyes, an army of bubble marched through his mouth as he saw the restaurant far below them. The pipe twirled and spun to other aquariums, letting him witness the grandeur of Cauldron bay, deers slurping up fidgeting sea-ponies, octopods slithering down the beak of some pleased gryphon, and from all shone the light of marbled rock and sea flora. He glanced back to Pinkie, who seemed so happy, just to share the view with him.
A streak of pink twirled through the water ahead, dancing along the cliffs, spinning with her mouth parted in a giddy laugh.
The stallion managed to swim just behind her playing, the resistance wasn't as much as he had anticipated and it was as if he too soared, just not as graciously as the aerodynamic figure ahead. -Sflloububolb-. A stream of green whisked past his ear, then one of orange and sapphire. Buttered looked back in time to see a shoal of hoof sized mare-ponies enveloping him, swimming along the stream with him and their motion carrying him forwards, when they parted from his path he was left spinning in the water, in time to see octopods and prawnies gliding along. There were so many creatures every which way, yet his eyes were locked on the one that had pulled him into this. Watching her every dash and twirl, corralling the school and plucking up one in her jaw, it smiled as the sharp fangs closed behind.
-Ghhulomp-. A dome the size of a cinnamon bun dropped down Pinkie-shark's throat, and she slurped along her lips before diving into the swarm once more, each time she surface she held a colorful creature in her maw or hoof, curling her tongue around its form and slurping in into the marine depths of her body. Some swam up to her, hiding behind her back until she turned, just to have them swim right into the clasp of her abyss, and disappear as a bump deflating along her throat, settling as a squirmy bundle on her lower abdomen.
A wail flowed around Buttered, translucent jelly-pones sailing past if pulled by a line forwards, their tentacles flowing and dancing, yet the colourful ones never graced his coat. Here, buttered wasn't left out, he was part of the pack. “Mmhgllf-.” He suddenly stopped, clutching his chest and staring upwards, he didn't see a surface on this tank, the lack of breath only coming to him now. His vision turned blurry, desperately trying to finagle his way upwards through the hive. Then, darkness fell upon him, a warm shadow which invited him in. He shuddered and closed his eyes, just as it enclosed around him, and he let go of his last breath. “Phaaahgaaaaahoo.” He gasped, and there was air, Buttered panted in the humid chamber, twisting and feeling a plush brim of flesh holding around his neck. A sleek bed of tissue brushed over his cheek, he could make out something dangling ahead. At this moment he felt so secure, but it couldn't last, he inhaled as much as he was able to, and then plunged outwards.
He was met with Pinkie's face, for a moment looking concerned, but seeing him made the colour return to her expression, giggling out bubbles that foamed through her lips, Buttered was left flustered as a ripe peach, but he had air once more, Pinkie brushed her tongue up against his cheek with a smile before the two traversed the seascape, each time he would be close to running out ,he would have her as a lifeline, each time so blissfully close to her throat.
The Jelly-ponies that had been swimming in the tank now twirled comfortable in a jar on the table.
Twilight marveled at them, having never thought she would see one, but they seemed to be everywhere here, the order had really been for interest, but watching their gelatinous bodies slither about did tickle something at the back of her throat. “It would be hard to say no to being able to taste something that would have been extinct.” She levitated a pale azure one from the bowl, even in the air it swam and floated as carefree as ever.
It looked like a little mare, with a gown of tentacles trailing down her face, a plush hat as soft as the sprawling dress of of her lower half. It broadened and contracted in such elegant motions of locomotion. Once it saw her, it bowed and held its hooves over hits chest, doing a pirouette and stretching out like a swan taking flight.
“Oh that is, oh you don't need to... but you are quite talented.” Twilight mumbled out as the appetizer danced in front of her. Instead of interrupting, she brought it closer, letting it swim to caress her face, only when it approached did she part her lips, allowing it to glide through to her mouth, expanding around its sleek jelly structure, it bounced inside her maw, and with only a light -Ullpmgp- was it flushed down her throat, compressed to a sphere of springy sweetness, and the tentacles which daubed a light, fruity gel over her tongue. “Mngllp. Aaah, -Houruaallgrhp- ehe... starting to relate to you, Fluttershy,” she casually mentioned to the squirming bundle of fawning feathers, as she levitated the next dancer for her time in the spotlight.
The siren tolled for the 'Put your fin where your mouth is' competition and there were already ponies darting to and fro along with the shark-ponies.
Hidden in the reef with her scuba gear, Potia surveyed the scene. The mare had her eyes feast on a predator lagging behind the rest, one who wouldn't put up much of a fight. As it got close she leaped from behind the coral. -Moounf-. Halted mid air, the lilac mare turned her head.
-Mounfh- -Mounf-. A cotton candy maned sharkmare suckled around her hoof like snacking on a gummy worm. Its belly looked like it had just gone up against the Basking shark, and it was still starving.
Potia's eyes became like plates at the sight and she hook off her hoof to flail off like a pup In a pool.
Yet, the new pursuer wasn't slowed down by their cinderblock belly, and snatched up Potia's back hooves in her jaw.
Lips crept up and enclosed her hooves, the rim of the maw brushed against her coat on the way in but turned ridged and stiff when she jostled to get free. -Mmfwnnflg-. Pressure of water exchanged for the viscosity of throat phlegm draping her hind whilst she was being compressed to humps protruding out the sea shark's chins and throat. She was hoisted upwards, the maw of the beast hopping up along her skin and pinning her hooves to her side as it swam upwards. Water pressure surged over Potia's head, and with a few arching -Hoolummp-. Gulps the plump mare was sealed into throat, undulating against her as it tugged her towards the stomach.
Pinkie vaulted over the surface as she felt the bumps of her meal's head sinking down her throat. Bulges inflated out over her engorged abdomen, the shark mare giggling out a cloud of bubbles whilst she hugged the thrashing orb of flesh and crackled the bottom with her her split fin tail, hooves kneading and sinking into the expanding mound, rubbing along the hoof contoured hills and smacking it with her tail, jostling the meat satchel like a bouncy ball. -Bhroourlgsflp-. A foam of her breath poured from her maw and gills at the belch trembling her whole stomach, each bubble bursting up above in a smaller -Uurhp-.
”Awh Dang it,“ Dash burst whilst she slammed down a few bits onto the out looking onto the betting table, “you were doing so well, why didn't you just swim away?”
Applejack patted Rainbow's back, as she shoveled up the bits. “What do ya know, looks like you got water over your-... Oh what in tarnation?” -Oommghp-. Inside the tank was the same pink shark clambering down over the predator Shark Potia had been after. The azure predator's body now sliding down the pastel throat and ballooning outwards.
A bundle of sea pony compressed to a couple of oblongs squeezed down her neck, the turmoil in her gut growing along with its surface stretching broader.
Slaps from within bobbed the abdomen in sluggish motions under the weightless hold of the saltwater. A tailfin flicked and wiggled before the tongue slapped around it to secure it down the esophagus.
-Ghrouraaplp-. The shark chuckled out with her throat exhaust puttering out, her tongue hanging by the side of her mouth as she fondled the dome of strawberry dough sloshing above her hips.
“Bu.. buth that. Aint...”
Rainbow leaned over to the perplexed farm pony with a profuse smirk. “You were saying?”
Applejack adjusted her hat. “Well shucks, guess neither of us were right. Wanna go get a cider and some Surf n' Surf?”
“Yeah ok, this is pretty bonkers either way, at least I didn't lose.”
-Bhrooumbglrlp-. Inside the tank there weren't many contestants or sharks who dared to near the bloated mare heaving out -Ahhblouurbrly- every now and then. Seeing her friends outside she waved and smacked her belly with her tailfin, holding onto it like a buoy and chuckling up a storm before sailing off through the tanks.
Applejack plucked up a keg from the Clampony barmaid, tipping her hat as the glossy shelled mare gave her a wink. “Hey, uh, Dash? S'it just me, or did that pink shark look familiar?”
“Pff, sure you haven't had any cider already, cowpony?”
-Shhrlliirlfp-. Ropes of jelly tickled Twilight's oesophagus, the pudding-plush jellypone gliding through her lips with its lube splattering drops of syrup onto her purple muzzle. -Ghllomnm-.Twilight's gob shut over the treat, and she felt the glob of jelly-pony sinking from the bloats on her cheek to be escorted to her new home. “Paaahmmn.” Twilight sighed and leaned back to clasp her hooves around her belly, plumped out and rippling with the appetiser coagulating to a globular gel inside her. “Refreshing, but also fluffy like a cumulonimbus.”
-Hichup-. “Oh, I know my cours du jour, your flavour and generosity alone fills me with inspiration.” -Bhruuglrghsb-. Rarity's gullet had a much different tone than herself, churning and rumbling like a forge.
“Mnnfmm.. mnfmaa...” Most of Fluttershy was now off of her chair, stomach sloughing over the floor and her head resting against the seat, the ball of fluff and belly controlled more by the tumultuous rumblings than her own desires.
Twilight looked on and sighed to herself. “Waiter, I'll take you up on the main course after all. I'll have... that one.”
The alabaster perch pony came served in a clam shell, which on its own eclipsed the width of the table.
The princess patted her stomach, seeing how her dinner followed every motion. “I still have a lot of room~.“
The bass-pony lit up and nuzzled against Twilight's face, the mare giggling and allowed her food to show her some appreciation.
“But come now, do not wanna leave me waiting, correct?” She grasped the fan shaped tail as it was presented to her and brought It to her lips, delicately guiding the fins through the gate of her body. Twilight licked to sample the glossy scales, finding the Sea-pony's natural oils had been enhanced with herbs like Maiden-blush, giving light shivers down her spine, soon her lips clasped around the girth of the mare's tail. -Oonngh-. Shoveling down the mare at a steady pace.
Suddenly, their waitress returned with a heave to their breath. “Presenting the ambassador from Seaquestria, Mrs. Frixum.”
Through the glass doors emerged a salmone-scaled sea-mare. She soared as if swimming through the air, with her vision trailing down to Twilight at the far edge of the table, scoffing down one of her kin.
“Ooh my what grandeur,” Rarity spoke with a glimmer in her eyes, “I'm certain you would go splendid with just a dash of-.”
The politican turned to meet Rarity's gaze, her expression anything but amused.
“M-my most sincerest par-. -Bhuraallp-. I apologise I... I...” Rarity excused herself from the table and slipped out the door with her cheeks scarlet of fluster.
The ambassadoer seated herself at the corner next to Twilight, who stayed stiff holding below the alabaster sea mare's chest, its tail lodged down her throat and bloating out her neck, a bead of sweat trickling down her side.
”Mmfgweenthgsings.” The lilac mare mumbled through lips clasped against brine marinated sea mare.
Frixum nodded. “Same, dear princess. As you know we are here to... discuss our situation...” Her voice trailed behind as Twilight tilted her head back in gulps, sending the mare down the inflated lumps on her neck, the elongated bulges trickling down to her swollen gut. The way the creature showed no concern in hauling down the mare, compacted down in the chambers of humidity and undulating tissue, did give the ambassador a sense of unease she couldn't shake off.
The purple sack becoming jam packed with sea pony twitched and bumped outwards against the table, as the belly bloated it was parted by the table, the top hanging onto the marble furniture reminiscent of a sack filled with oil. Imprints of hooves and fins appeared along Twilight's gut and food pipe, until just the beaming face was left to be tucked to the back of her mouth. -Ghlmon-. “Aaah, excuse me, the wait was making me feel a bit peckish. Also, to my understanding I was to speak directly with the queen.”
The ambassador kept her eyes peeled on the lumps trickling down the mare like dunes of sand. “That is – quite... aright. Apologies, the queen could not make appearance in person. Something suddenly... came up.” The ambassador held themselves from mentioning anything relating to the royal plumbing. “However, I will make sure t-.”
-Ghooourap-. Frixum was interrupted by Twilight's trembling exhale. “Forgive me, It seems t-.” -Frrpphhtrllur-. The princess held around the edge of her seat in an attempt to mute her colon exhaust, though this only made it putter like a crockpot, a smell of vinegar based jelly emenated from the cloud of barely faint vapours. “-s-seems that sea food institutes a tax on my gastric system.” She showed a smile, but her teeth were closed as if anchoring down her shame.
“This I can see.”
After working through the initial social barrier, the two managed to discuss matter in a suitable fashion, the wiggling bundle of feathers now residing beneath the table presenting no distraction.
However, every now and then Frixum had to pause when a grind of -Ghruugllbglp- tumbled out of Twilight's rippling midsection. “Of course we appreciate the protection you provide us, yet I hadn't expected the price to be a third of our population being bread and trained as... simple meals.”
“But they are nothing close to simpl-... I ah... Right. A few eggs were promised for experimentation, however I recognise that we have claimed a bit too many.”
Frixum shot her a glare.
Twilight scoured the surroundings, seeing a sample of the thousands of sea folk bread at Cauldron bay. “A... definitely a few too many. I'll present the errata of the agreement next month as per your wishes.”
Frixum stared into the surrounding tanks, then affirmed: “That will have to be sufficient. You have my gratitude, princess of Twilight.” The ambassador took off, catching glimpses of sea ponies of all kinds presented on platters, knowing there wasn't anything in her power to affect this batch.
(Brief Scat scene until 13.)
Buttered had a bit of a tough time squeezing through the tubes with Pinkie at this point, seeing as the pink sack dragged across the surface, squeezed flat with bumps appearing and sinking away from the numerous meals she had stuffed herself with. This tube running at the bottom of a tank, hiding Pinkie's belly well behind the sand along the sides. He was cramped in tight, though smiled each time she looked at him. -Gloorhbnldu-. A tremor caught their attention.
-Pghorlgorororpl-. A flood of bubbles rose around a shadow stretching out from a darkness above. The pillar sloughed out from under the whale-mare's tail. It closed in, an auburn murk drooping. -Glooshppglsh-. They could see the individual cracks sprawling over the island of sludge smearing across the glass tube. This molten bronze slag gliding down the pipe, guided by the currents, Buttered and Pinkie seeing whole skeletons embedded in the gunk. Their eyes followed it downstream, floating off the tube into a trench hidden from the guests' view, and laid itself atop a mountain of muck. -Doonnff-. Its slam echoing through the waves.
They gave each other a glance, then Buttered poked her tummy. Implying she wasn't the only big eater around. At this Pinkie pouted playfully, and tugged him in to provide another lungful of her air.
”Has she gone?”
Twilight waved in the embarrassed Rarity.
“And how did it go?”
“We came to an agr-Uhooorp-eement and the cauldron is staying open.”
“Fabulous news, I would say that calls for celebrati-.”
“Did someone say Party?”
The two looked up on Pinkie and Buttered peaking over the aquarium's edge. Buttered with his mane slick back by something more vicious than water, and Pinkie back to an Earth pony, with a tremendous gullet.
Second Part of the Bay Banquet Series
Written by Septia.
”One four-way relaxation packet.” The waitress in cobalt announced and revealed an octopony beneath the serving lid.
“At your service, misses.” It bowed in the same turn as its tentacles sprawled out free from being stuck in the serving dish. “Allow me to take care of you.” She got herself comfortable in the middle of the table, and reached out its tentacles to each one of the four mare's billowing bellies. -Slrhhgt- curling up its appendages around the humps of flesh and letting each individual suction cup start to apply pressure to the overstuffed gullets.
“Oooooaaaa...” The mares gave out a warm sigh, leaning back in their chairs to let the articulate graspers cradle their meals and slither across the rippling surface to knead in against the pudge in its treatment.
“Ooooaaahuhh... this is so great,” Pinkie said with her voice vibrating at the squelches and tugs of the tendrils, the waitress turning and bowing, “thanks soououoo much, Nessy.”
At this the Waitress halted in place. “Aaah...”
“Hmnn? Wait a moment, Nessy?” Twilight exclaimed and looked at the mare taking cover behind her hooves. “Royal maid Nessy?”
“I, well, former maid.”
Pinkie waved still jittering from the massage. “She was in my Caves and Creatures party.”
“The group that you... dumped?” Twilight questioned to the quivering Pinkie Pie's nodding. “This does not add up.”
The waitress now exposed wiggled towards the exit whilst mumbling beneath her breath. “Oo-ohw-well I-I can't really say how I... B-but I-.”
“Hold up.”
Nessy swallowed.
“This is something I can't leave up to chance,” Twilight turned on her side, gullet wobbling against the seat as she exposed her hind to the waitress. “Would you be so kind as to crawl up my butt to let me conduct this experiment, Nessy?” -Fhhirrst-. A puff of gas petered out through her cheeks.
To which the maid turned waitress sighed. “Y-yes, p-princess Twilight.”
-Brrfulltpht-. At the gust of fumes flooding Nessy's face the mare felt a chill go down her spine.
“Excuse me Nessy, already stocked up on sea food.”
The mare coughed and sshuddered, holding up the weight of the regal posteriour whilst bathing in the clouds of vinaigrette pudding. “B-but p-princess-.” Her hooves submerged in flank pudge, gliding down the crack towards the pucker winking with huffs f sickly fume.
“That is the spirit, the royal butt needs you for an experiment,” Twilight explained whilst patting her rear, which now loomed just over Nessy's head, holding up the rump like a pillar, “you may be a peculiar specimen Nessy, don't you realise that?” Twilight twisted her rear, squeaking the greasy bottom down until the mare's muzzle laid plastered against the convulsing rim which undulated around her nostrils, imbuing a stench of lard and musk. “I have already eaten a fair bit, so I am going to need you to snuggle yourself up my bowels, alright Nessy?”
The mare trembled like an autumn leaf. -Phooorft-. A plume of gas which smelled and looked like olives billowed out over her face, the rear entrance grinding and applying its juices to her face in waiting. “R-r-right away, Princess.” She prodded her front hooves into the hole and spread in time for an exhale of noxious fumes -Phooofrt- yet the viscous inner colon made a grip impossible to hold, and Nessy 's hooves and head plunged into the bog atmosphere of Twilight's colon, stopping at the shoulders like a plug.
Twilight heaved out a moan at her backdoor engorging at such a size around the mare's frame, with her breath in her throat she panted out a humid: “M-much appreciated Nessy, you are helping more than you know.”
During the time Twilight spoke, the mare getting compressed up against colon walls which brused over her, polishing her coat. Yet, she only begrudgingly bit her lip and kept wiggling herself upwards.
The air grew dense and soaked with the fumes higher up the princess's organic stone, Nessy being clenched to walls secreting colon fluids that latched onto her in ropes of goo. All whilst she could feel Twilight's pucker around her midriff like a corset pulled a few buttons too tight, her own flesh pulsating along with the plush, sprawled pit.
Twilight caressed the bulge inflating above her crotch, the others too lost in the meticulous massage to take notice.
All, except for Buttered, who Pinkie had stashed underneath her rump, cheeks clasping in to daub his face with musk and drops of sweat. She knew he enjoyed himself, judging by his wiggles, or at least she couldn't hear him complaining.
“Mmnnfaaaa... Ok, making progress, just need to slot in your hips and we should be good...” Twilight heaved whilst her cheeks clapped against Nessy's sides, a rumbling -Phhffggrt- growing louder with puffs of steam clouding the plug-mare's torso.
Within the colon Nessy was holding her hooves like prongs at the sides of the intestines, in limbo between making progress and attempting to stay put in hopes of a change of mind. The rugose tissue closed in and bundled her hooves together, Nessy panting out and taking in a deep breath of a sudden -Brfofooofgt- rolling through the colon and draping her in a gummy smog. The air polluted, the tart fog of brine warped fumes prodding into Nessy's nostrils like a pair of tentacles. She closed her eyes and coughed; a momentary lapse in concentration coupled with the rump hanging so far off the chair caused Twilight to tip over.
“Oohaalnfmoopg.” Twilight spurted out as the ballast of her gut dragged her onto the floor, with the angle her rump smacking down on the mare's hips and distending around the girth of the mare's body just to contract and snap shut like a rubber band over Nessy's back-hoof. “Mmnfgllbmmf.”
The purple gut lay bloated like a water balloon, with the occasional hoofmark and prodding scrambling across her abdomen, the contorted outline of the mare secluded behind a hefty helping of Princess pudge. “Pheeow... Hooo.... Aaa, that is it, well done in there, utilizing my moment as a spring force.” Twilight curled her hooves around her mountainous gullet and heaved it up onto the chair, the bottom flat against the seat as she clambered herself up. “I am going to have to keep a close eye on you, and document the result of this.” She calmly announced and patted down across her bulk.
-Sllhirhg-. A tentacle roamed up around the wriggling hoof jutting out of Twilight's rectum, curling in loops before hoisting the hunk of mare-inated beef inside. -Shlloolpip-. Withdrawing as a -Pfhuuurth- trumpetherd out of the princess's rear.
“Pho... thank you, ee... miss?”
The octopus roped two of its tendrils around Twilight's belly and squeezed for a few moments. -Hgllriulgp- The stomach's contents churned at the compression, and this was followed up by the appendages sprawling over her gullet and rubbing with soothing, curling motions. “Octopod Masseuses of batch fourteen,” it replied.
Twilight curled up at the massage, then sighed with relief. “Then thank you, fourteen. Ooop... I have to commend the service.”
The octopus brushed its tentacles over Twilight's belly, bending them in patterns to knead down the protrusions to appease the hunk of mare flesh swelling and deflated at a pace of her breath, yet, with the disassociation between the mares and the bulk they were all carrying made the stomachs seem like beasts in their own right, breathing with skin like polymer swelling in all directions before being compressed back into shape. “Of course, it is our goal here to fill your Cauldrons to look bay-utiful,” the cephalopod stated as it poked down a few tentacles in a dimple on Twilight's pillowy mound, dragging down and forming folds of jiggly belly it let bob and then smootheed back down.
“I haven't heard that slogan before.”
“They scrapped that motto. Although, it doesn't stop me from remembering it.” At this the two chuckled.
“Mmn aoomf... s-soo... much... wiggle...” Fluttershy heaved out in her seat, despite her gullet having diminished considerably it still laid like a satchel of bouncy dough to cover her lap.
Fourteen directed her attention to the exhausted mare and let her suction-cups feel out the contours to smooth them over and apply a glossy ink which it worked in as a massage grease over the mare's coats. “There we are, to your liking I hope?” Fourteen asked and curled her tendrils in gropes and kneads across Twilight's form, the slimy drag of the appendages drowning out the muffled “Mfnnfbbfwfm,” still coming from the bumps on her torso.
“Excellent, just the thing to stimulate my experiment.”She cooed out with a pat to her tummy.
Later on, the mares had gotten a hold of themselves and enjoyed the massage whilst chatting, marveling at the array of creatures swimming in the dome around them. At one point visited by a school of Jellyponies, that were promptly swallowed by Reef Lips and their massive smile, the Basking Shark waving as it swam by, locking so many fish into the depths of its gullet.
“S-so, e-everyone here w-wants to...”
“Slip into a comfy tummy, certainly miss,” Fourteen responded to Fluttershy, taking care to clump up and smoother over the pegasus' torso.
“How do-oOhnmm... how do...”
Fourteen put a tentacle to Flutter's lips.
“These creatures were all bred here, learning how the world works and how we belong pleasing others, even to the extent of playing 'scared' to be embraced by you.”
Fluttershy wiggled and rubbed across her gut. “O-oh, l-like conditioning?”
Fourteen rubbed her back-head. “I am not familiar with that word, miss.”
When Fluttershy was about to respond, Fourteen's handiwork reduced her back to a bundle of happy feathers.
-Froogllusgh-. “Ooh, excuse me.” Rarity said with a hoof over her gut.
-Gshgrllotbhr-. Came from the yellow behemoth next to her. “Or, excuse us, rather. Come Shy, I believe nature is calling for you.”
Fluttershy swept her hoof across her belly. “I am an eel pit, it was so big...” Her hoofs sank in like she had swallowed a single big marshmallow. But she was dragged along with Rarity before long.
-Shhrgllouth-. “Ooo, I need the little fillies' room too. Come buttered.”
The yellow stallion gasped out as Pinkie scotched off his head, heaving in fresh air, eyes broadened at her words. “Wait, why do I have to-.”
“In case you lose your breath while I am away, can't have that happen, right?” She hooped away with her half meter broad hunk of a gut, which jostled and hopped as gleefully as she did.
“How about you, miss princess?”
Twilight patted her belly. “I was thinking... since nopony else is here.” She patted her gut.
To this Fourteen raised all its ten limbs, and scuttled over to slather the gut in a drape of tentacles and hooves, working over the plush padding like clay, squeezing the sides together and cradling to lift and wobble the gut, Twilight enjoying a private session.
“So -- don't be shy, spill it, how does it feel?” Rarity prodded, verbally,yet also physically with her hoof rubbing in a swirl over Fluttershy's side.
“O-oh i-it wa-was mar-.” -Hhouurllrralhp-. “m-marvelous. I hope I could b-be the home she wanted.”
“Sure you are dear, few and far wouldn't feel special to stay in you.”
The mares parted to occupy toilet booths next to one another, a stained glass panel in the motief of the cauldron’s fin, tentacle and claw separating them.
-Joorghhrlgs-. -Krjjgrlgolk-. Rarity jostled her stomach as she planted her rear onto the seat, the flank bending over the brim like a sheet of silk. -Frrhogkrrbrkl-. “Oh my, perhaps I should have stripped them entirely.” -Phhiiirrllft-. Fingers of fanny fumes fulminated through the gaps between rear and seat, the scent made up with a bitter base, sprinkled with citrus. -Fhhrooglsh-. Her rim contracted whilst the cargo sloughed through her intestines, roadblocks in her colon compelled to trudge on under the pressure. “Mmnfa... D-definitely should have stripped them, hindsight I suppose is twenty twen-.” -Pfhhrurllffthglloth-. “Gnnfmmr...” Rarity Clutched her hooves over her gut when her rear quaked, the thrust from inside bouncing the mare on the seat.
-Skhrllgtrft-. Rarity's pucker laid splayed open half a hoof in length, her hole breathing around the clog which jammed her colon. The umber clump crawled downwards. -Krfthhhlch-. From inside a crumble of chitin thrashing through her lady pipes. “Mnnf...” Rarity stifled her breath as her rear engorged over the brick of grime that had congealed through her colon. Whilst she hid her belly behind her hooves the wedge poked through her rim. A tough shell broadened out her pit, along its front having scooped up a compacted serving of mare fudge, the image of a dip filled chip coming to mind. -Sppfhhrfulth-. “Oonf. Oohf, s-steady... keep calm.” -Pshhffiirt- Rarity told herself whilst spouts of gas whistled out through clefts held opened by shards of scarlet carapace. Colon juices drippled down the creases of the crackled nougat, chunks of tart waste separated by the winding rivers of bark coloured grime. -Spploohthuft-. Spurts of water splashed her coat from the hunks dropping into the bowl. The shell escorted bundle collapsed in shards of matte brown with bits of chitin gummed in a messy hodgepodge. “Hnngs… you were so agreeabele befo-oo-oh Luna...” -Pfhhrlluth- -Bruupprt-. Fumes jettisoned through, the air of processed mulch wrapping up the mare as she tried to compose herself in the light of the strain and unlady-like smog.
-Sphoolluth-. -Plounddfgt-. Her heart flittered, long breaths circulating the smell of vinegar and mare chocolate throughout the mare’s lungs, her hooves cradling the gut heap as it faded. -Glllrrlsh-. A loaf, passed the width of her leg, shimmied out between her cheeks with the chirr of a window being polished.
“T-there you mmmn, go friend, I-I hope you enjoyed your sta-. Mmnn...” Fluttershy fawned backward, supported by the toiletset, the movement of the mound twitching right up through her colon. The pillar of raw sludge was etched with fissures of coffee brown, contrasting with the almond bulk of guttural dough. -Sfkllogoft-. The lengths folded over itself in droves down the porcelain basin. -Plfuuhgd-. Kilogram's worth of fudge looping and coiling with tier surfaces melding together, acting as the cement between tiles. -Sphooofrt-. Her rear belched out a breeze saturated with dashes of saltwater, the aroma flooding along the columns and toasting up her flank on the stale seat. “Ooo, I am sorry, you just make me so happy I can't control my-myself,” Fluttershy mused with her hooves submerged in the pudge of her abdomen, following the looping path which the mud sloughed through. Its surface laid glossy with a membrane of slime and colon fluids.This coiling spire descending out from her bouncing cheeks was a clear match for how the eel had mulled its way down her throat, and its sheen even gave it a similar guise. A bump here and there in the dollops of batter gave her the sensation of eel chub wiggling and crawling past her brim. Her bowels pulsated with the chocolate gelato jamming the lower abdomen bloated, whilst the soft serve dispenses in tangles, melting together down the bowl. As the batch within depleted, the blubber around her hooves diminished.
The mare swayed on the seat, huffing as her rear bud polished the molten brass which siphoned through the nozzle of flesh, her legs split and grumbling tummy shrinking backwards with quaking twinges in her grasp. The cusp of the toilet bowl was gradually revealed between her spreading legs, allowing plumes of mature marine marinade stench to soar. Fluttershy gasped up the smell and cooed as the globules of congealed bowel fudge vacated and formed dunes on the hill of soft serve below. “T-thank you s-so a-and y-you are welcome a-and mmm I am happy to have been your eel pit.” Drool trickled down her tongue as it hung free with the mares panting, her hooves dislodging from the compacting midriff as the ribbons of manure flowed from her tap. All this distracted her from the contorting silhouette of rarity on the other side of the glass.
-Spphrtllufglth-. “MmnnOoogf...” Rarity squirmed on her seat, sloppy bursts of oil soaked flatulence bubbled and splattered through her crack along with the stiff mounds of dung clobbered into bars. The toilet bowl below a pit of crags forged from raw umber, slime connecting globs of muck only for so long before they sundered by the clefts and draped down the stack of grime. Her attempts to keep the volume down was undone by the smattering vapours -Pfhrflprthft- venting past the rifts in the mire. “Jfhnng...” The grunts she squeaked out were all but dapper, as cumbersome heaps contorted through the labyrinth of her digestive system to plummet like sun-hats sales in the winter. “Mmng.., I had expected mmngfll... Someone of such an establishment to act with a bit more-. Mmnnfgp... class,” she panted through her exhaustion, the succulence of lobster on her lips was paid back as a mangling on its way out between her hips.
The sewage stunk of lard with a tickle of shellfish, bringing her back to the sensation of savouring the dish. A mellow calm settled through her veins and she sighed out some of the pent up tension, the mare caressing the muffin-top left behind from her indulgence. The globules prodding through her backdoor kneaded and glued together by her convulsing colon, tumbling through in a ribbon of burly manure. “Phoo... grandeur doesn't come cheap, in fashion or meals.” Rarity managed to compose herself, sitting upright with her rear trumpeting out a hoofful of dry -Bfrrffth-. “Much appreciated to being retaught that lesson, dear lobster.” She patted her torso like she would with Sweetie Belle when she behaved. -Ghrhulbmlgp-. Even with the plates baked into the mulch squeezed through her sore brim, she savoured the pleasure which the prodding provided in compliment to its strain. Inside her guts smothered by the padding curving out her middle. Despite that the air around her reeking and her midriff rippled in its churns, the mare remained serene and would later leave the stall revitilised, with a cavlcade of gruel draining down the Cauldron’s sewers.
”P-pinkie I much prefer tooommplh-.” Buttered got a faceful of tummy shoved onto his muzzle, pushing him back to the coral slate door.
“Mmnmm, Thanks for tagging along Buttered, I could use an extra pair of hooves if I oops a clog into the pipes.” Pinkie shimmied back and forth over the seat, wiping the meter wide bloat of a belly over the stallion.
The reef toilets were a size class above the stained window section, yet it was still only built for one visitor at a time, whereas the pink sack took up the space of a pair on its own. Buttered squirmed his head over the surface of pudge, his cheeks flushed as he felt the vibrations of the grumbling -Hruugllrbggl-, tumbling the gullet in front of him.
“Today was a great day, I got to splurge until I was full like a bun, I learned that fish are food and I got to take you for a swim.” -Phhroogllubt-. The gas bubbled out of pinkie's rear in tone with her laughter. “And I have a big pie baked up from all the great fishies I met today.” Pinkie huffed and puffed out her cheeks, rubbing at her hinds whilst her pucker bulged downwards, the bud growing with rich batter until it bloomed with a crinkle of chocolate. A tip of pony slop budging through the convulsing rear lips, holding her rim sprawled wide whilst the tail of tainted beige advanced. Fractures sprouted across the length swelling by every centimeter that compressed through the mare's colon. “Mmnaaa, they were going at it for a whi-aoooauuhrp-.” The mare belched out a cloud introducing a rank humidity to the air, scattered throughout the gas were shards glimmering in the azure light of the Aquarium behind them, scales in a rainbow of hues from her assorted meals. “Aah, kinda miss being a shark though, would have wanted to get to know more of the cuties here, though I think I couldn't handle much more than one trip either way, you can only care for so many -Houruaaplhop- friends at once,” she stated wit a broad smile, her hooves sculpting the pliable tummy-tub all whilst her pucker swelled over the growing girth of her dump.
Buttered shivered and let his hooves crawl across her coat, remembering it smoother from when their little swimming trip.
“Mmnfoonn, how did you know I needed a belly rub?” Pinkie asked above him, to which he dug in and got to squeeze and mush the gut together.
“I could feel you would appreciate it.” He said still smushed against the door by the volume of the gut, hearing the groaning from muck churning -Shhglligh- through the tunnels of the pink mare's guts. At this he heard her come into a fit of giggles, shoving his face straight above her navel with a broad smile.
-Proofllgth-. Steam brushed past the pucker with the mounds that chubbed up to a behemoth of a cob, its girth twirling through her rump with splotches of manure puttering out along its circumference. “Mmnf, glad to have brought you all a bit closer to the ground, but its high tide to return to the sea, friends.” Pinkie announced with her legs wrapped around the side of her midsection, clenching along with her rim relaxing for a congealed hunk of raw nougat to snake its way into the clutches of the bowl. The initial column broke off and settled in a curl along the edge of the loo, yet had more severed chunks smack into it with a -Ghllrofcbt- of mud, prying it off and pulling it along. The beige mass of her lighter meals came with a myriad of flakes sparkling back what light grazed them, like shells on a moonlit beach. -Spllgsuhd-. Heaps of wet Pinkie putty curled into the bowl, expanding as the pressure from the mare's bowels eased, the pocks and dents dotting mulchy patches of the manure oozed out clouds of steam littered with an aged odour of smoked marine-life.
Through the insulating stomach -Gllospghf- Buttered could still hear the slaps of humid clay-bales lobbed over one another -Kldnngf-. Pinkie's gullet became a sanctuary for him to cover his face from Pinkie. Being so close to her, bathing in her fumes and getting to feel the slabs of processed sea ponies slugging through her labyrinth of a colon. A clockwork of beauty.
-Phhfrlluht-. “Aoou, yes indeed you are a noisy bunch, let me hear you howl~.” -Brrhffllthy-. Blasts of gas spurted through alongside the clogs of muck, stewing away in pockets made by scales, carapace and bones torn asunder by the ruthless grind of digestion.
“That's right, lets hear another.” Buttered exclaimed and compacted the gut in his embrace. -Skkgloouhp- Krggfblourp-. Snaps reverberated through the stomach growls. -Sphhiirllth-.
“Oooaa my turn my turn.” Pinkie bounced on the seat and grasped her friend close, smushing him to the plush dough of the gullet, expanding around him as fumes brewed in her cauldron. -Phhrilfdssfrttrh-. Dollops of Pinkie Pudding flung out with the smog rising around her.
“Aand this and this an-.” buttered mushed and hugged the gut again and again, until he felt a tap at his shoulder.
“Buttered.”
“Y-yeah?”
-Bhruaallppprraalhlp-.
He watched her maw wide open with the limits of her mouth flopping like jelly at the moisture expelled through the esophagus gale. His cyan mane blew back and had a fair share of drool drops came to smear into his scalp, the odd stand of purple hair also smacking into his face.
“Mmhmm it was all so yummy too, and even just rolling around in there, with how eager you are getting maybe you would like to join in on this party.” Pinkie cradled her gullet and let it bounce down in front of him, diminished compared to when the walked in yet still a mountain of flesh bobbing like a frosting filled balloon. Pinkie held over her maw. -Aahhrabbaalltp-. From a bulge in her troat came a spittle soaked scuba mask arching out, and bouncing off of her belly. “Looks like she dove into the deep end~.”
As the mare giggled, buttered saw two silverfish mares swimming In the tank behind her, light passing through them and imbuing Pinkie with a glimmer of precious metals. Buttered shifted on the spot at this illuminated guise, moving closer to bury his face back in her gut, close to where the smell of petrification had condensed to the point where it felt like being wrapped in a musk laden towel. Her hoof brushed through his mane.
“You are so silly~.”
The avalanche of clotted bowel cream rubber banded Pinkie Pie’s pucker, only snapping back when it got caught in a cleft in the mud -Hsllgtrt-. Often resulting in her flesh cutting through the butt clay and clenching off the loaf to a curl before engorging over the oncoming trunk of fudge. Umber bled through the pale processed fish gunk as the beefier parts of Pinkie's feast took over, sludge billowing out in a clutter of hazel and salt, the hues melding to a sleek mahogany with globules piling into the mountain growing in the bowl. Skeletal joints jutted from the booty pudding, while spines and ribs laid plastered into the surface, baked into an ornament through her bowels which all coiled along the chocolate stew. Mangled tubes bundled into the contorted piles of manure, some smothered outside the slope of the gruel cliff, forming dunes which drooped down and settled smushed up against the porcelain, laying like the muffin top of the hill. Though much of the contours and formations the heap took were soon entombed under the encircling slabs of pinkie's chocolate pie.
-Sllgnfkt-. “Ooo it is like baking bonbons~. Come here I need an assistant squeezer.” She wrapped her hooves around Buttered and ensnared him to herself, smushing his body up against her abdomen and forcing it back with a -Sqpuuglsh-. -Dolufgt-. Dumplings of molten mare dough rolled out of her pucker with limber convulses, the butt-buns tumbling down the heap and made many -Squiglst- as their journey was abruptly halted by wall or loops of gruel. Shards of craniums laid daubed over or submerged in filth, along with a horn bone and the odd shark tooth partially melted into colon phlegm. “Aaand, poof~.” She strapped Buttered in close. -Phrlfltthhftt-. The air polluted with the emerald haze of fermentation and sodium.
Buttered having lost all his bravery just let Pinkie smush and cradle him like a toy, letting the clouds of stink billow out in the cacophony of butt horns. -Bhrurlth-. -Phriitthy-. -Hhrllgthhst-.
The stall shrouded by a mist that Pinkie breathed in with her tongue slurping along her lips. “Aaa, Always fun to make new friends, especially ones who make you feel so nice.” She let go of buttered, a vague imprint of his form mushed against her padding, though it soon smoothed over. -Frpooghsllsh-. She pushed the clam shaped lever, water crashed into the clog and dragged it downwards, though only slumping a quarter of the way before clumping up and making the whole seat tremble. “Whoops, many one too many new friends at once.” Pinkie scratched the back of her head with a chuckle, butter feeling at least as awkward as her.
a few plungers and a helping of effort later the two saw the slop circling into the drain.
“Catch you later~.” Pinkie waved and bounced out of the stall, her hinds chunky and bloated out to fill a new arc of bubble booty. “Thank you.”
Buttered brushed off his coat and adjusted his bowtie. “You are welcome."
“Ooh no nonp,” Sprinkle trotted up and patted his chest, “Thaaank you.” She finished with a smooch to his cheek. “You are a great friend, always there for me~, always, and only, right beside me~. ”
Buttered scratched his cheeks and giggled with a hint of nervosity, as they headed off he kept casting glimpses back to the stall. Eventually noticing a gray mare walking out of the both next to it, who seemed busy with tentacle squiggling out between her flanks.
”Phoo. That is about as much as I can handle miss.” The tendrils retracted her appendages and coiled herself up into a ball, smearing the moistening ink over herself.
“Aaa... You have done magnificently. Twilight patted her gullet, the feeling was like smacking compacted dirt. Putting her ear to it, she heard only brief -Bwlloubg- from inside, otherwise it had fallen silent. “It will be sad to part ways.”
“It will, miss princess.”
Twilight tapped her gut. “How about an offer? You can come with me, I'll have room in here by now thanks to you.”
Fourteen reeled back a few centimetres, curling its appendages in a tangled weave. “I, hmm. I am uncertain.”
“Oh, nonsense, it is the least I can do.” -Pfhhrty- A gust of seat breeze puttered out against the seat as Twilight levitated the bundle of tentacles, floating Fourteen to her open maw, and depositing the Octopony's rump onto her tongue.
“T-then thank you princess,” it said with a bit of hesitation. Wrapping its tendrils over her jaw, just for Twilight to roll them up and tuck them back past her lips, suckling the seat treat and savouring its slimy consistency.
She reeled her head back and shut her lips around the squirming bouquet of tentacles, slurping them up for her cheeks to bloat with the shifting contours of tentacles before -Ghllmmngp-. The moist clench which claimed the masseuse, its contours trailing in a wriggling ball down her throat, and sinking down as it slumped into her gullet, adding a bump at the top of the taut sphere. “Aaa -Houuraallgrpp- aah. I have been letting myself go with that lately, you were a treat in more ways than one.” She caressed her stomach gently.
“Will it go the same way for me as my waitress?”
This made twilight pause, and ponder over the deserted serving platter. “I... Well I, can't see it going other ways at this point.”
“And this is, good?” Came the bubbly voice, dampened by the ample lard over her abdomen.
Twilight covered her lips, feeling a strain of ink left by Fourteen still smeared across it. “Sure... I mean it is ok because I am a princess and... you are...” She trailed off, rubbing her own belly, until she felt the tentacles trail and caress her gullet, at which point the perplexing sensation only grew.
-Bgllongmb-. -Goorlb-. The bottom layer jammed Twilight's belly like ballast, its bulk contributing a majority of the weight that slapped onto her thighs once she got comfortable in the lavatory. Unlike the other bathrooms this one laid secluded, made up of walls of bedrock lit up by luminescent bulbs and the crescent moon carved into the door. With this isolated area in mind... -Bruhooaalllhop-. Twilight's lips trembled, the belch insulated within the walls which meant no reason to hold back. “Aaah, Spike would never let me heard the end of that on-.”
“Excuse you, miss princess.”
The mare clutched her belly close, a wobble like jelly coming from the top of her abdomen. “Oo... a-appreciated, fourteen.” She said whilst drumming on her churning tummy, looking away even though no pony could see her.
“Should I be quiet, miss?” The octopus asked from inside, Twilight straining as the blockage trudged south.
“Gnmm... yes. I mean – no, I-ah...” -Phroobllrtuff-. Her pucker extended for a wave of smog to drench the air with kelp. “I am just not well adjusted to speak with my fooo... aaa...”
“Food, miss?”
Twilight coughed in her hoof and absentmindedly prodded her stomach. “Right... Mngf...” Twilight shuddered as her meals knocked on her back-door. “But, you must like it in there, right?”
A moment of silence. “The churns sound pleasant.”
Twilight bit her lower lip, not quite the answer she had hoped for. -Ghhrolumblrh-. Though she couldn't mull over this further, as her rear rear began to bulge.
Her rump curtain pried open by the main actor, playing the role of compost, having spent a fair share of time in make-up to properly congeal and dawn a wax matte hue for their performance. Its blunt bottom emerged as a hoof of colon chocolate, broadening as it crawled through the passage which undulated and engorged to accommodate the actors girth. -Klfnrnnff-. A squeak of bowel lube crinkled out as mare-clay lugged against rugose flesh, its surface smoothed when the pucker contracted, smearing over cracks and exposing shards of skelletal tissue gummed to the sludge. -Sphortuht-. Pockets of gas spluttered out with the behemoth descending, its volume increasing as more curled out of the deep purple pit, a stalactite of muck passing the circumference of her hind. The princess huffed and cooed whilst the burly loaf stimulated both colon and pucker, the mass tugging back wards with her rear contracting but slopping down as quickly to grind the buckles of mud through her tensile rear again and again. Fissures tore through the slab's dirth hued texture, revealing specks of hardened calcium buried in its clefts. Twilight's rump played tug-of-war with the pillar roping out her backside, the crevices and concavities, coupled with the emerging patches of condensed gel, gave the column a guise of an ancient totem pole. Her brim creped over mould-lines where clumps of colon batter had been cobbled and forged into a single trunk. -Sgllrgtiiht-. “Mmnaa.” Twilight heaved out with her rear shutting, her pucker chomping through the bale of flank clay. A weight was lifted off her as the grime plummeted to the bottom of the water-less container. -Doobkklushd-. Like marzipan dropped onto the kitchen floor, its bottom moulded flat over the torrid ground of the container, slumping over curved like the blade of a sickle. The mare panted briefly, steeling herself with hooves at the sides of the bedrock as her pucker bloomed with another loaf protruding out into the stagelight.
It wouldn't take long for the rocky outhouse to reek of wilted seaweed and dried cod. Twilight's abdomen compresed the paste in her rotund stomach and stuffed her rectum fat with the blobs of butt fudge. “Fnnsssaammm...” Twilight inhaled through her teeth as the lengths of mulch billowed out of her and coiled into heaps of umber and khaki butter, melding and moulding over one another in the steaming ensemble of nougat.
“Will you make those noises when I leave as well, miss princess.”
Twilight scrambled in place and covered her lips. “Mfnwm... I, well I can't know that before-hoof, it depends on how...” Then she paused, feeling the squirming appendages inside her tummy. “Y-yes I will. Ah... if not mmnnsfnn more than this.” The resulting shifting and curling within, in tandem with the bars of gunk shambling free from her rump, sent a rustle through her body. This left the mare to lean back, draping her hooves over her stomach with sigh befitting an artist entering another late night of drawing.
“It saddens me,” Twilight flinched at the words slipping out of her tummy, “that I couldn't be of more service.”
-Phbhrrluuth-. Twilight sighed after the bowel vapours bubbled free along a clutter of mud caked ribs, saturating the air with pungency. “Don't concern yourself with that, you have been a valuable aid to us, and a, frankly, delicious meal.” She gave her tummy a smack to be playful. -Bhwooumb- The stomach in return sloshing like a waterbed. “In the eyes of me as the princess, you have performed your task of a royal dessert, and lavatory entertainer, admirably.”
“Duly appreciated, miss princess of gas.”
“He-Houraallp-ey...” Twilight exclaimed with a snicker, jostling her gullet and smushing her hooves into the pudge to roll the octopony about through her insides.
Trunks of cocoa fondue exuded at the pace of an obese slug, the purple rim bloating considerably as it neared the ecoator of the mound. Her hatch often contracted to tug it back a smidgen or find a fracture to nuzzle in and wedge the gruel apart. Each clump landed in the moistening chamber. -Cludnnfd-. Molten copper dangled down and slewed over into the pit, the denser chunks of the royal pudding sinking somewhat down the porous mulch. -Sllojp-. Yet, the servings of fish-based gutter slop stuffed twilight's rear like a a tube of paste. “Mmngso... easy back there,” she mumbled out as larger chunks of cartilage and skeletal crumbles jutted out from the mounds burrowing out. In the trenches and cracks sprouted chunks of baked-in spleens and chunks of pelvis, visible in the stretches of honey thick mulch that drooped off, tearing by the rows of air pockets and indents. Her rim inflated over each knob of muck prodding through her rear, even though it sometimes called for adjustments from the mare. Such as scooting from side to side to let the trunk burrow through, or lifting up a cheek to release a breeze of helpful gutter gales -Phororuuglth- to dislodge the bothersome slabs gumming up her pipes.
”How... does it feel?” Twilight massaged her deflating gullet, which condensed her meals to a few droves of lard and padding out her body.
“What, miss?”
“I just, oh I haven't had a chance to ask most is all. And... I am a bit curious... how it feels. And being an octopony your sensory system is magnificent so I... Ehm...”
Fourteen understood, sloughing back in the gut on the bed of partially processed chyme. “It is odd, My limbs feel like gummy, the humidity does feel homely.” She bundled up into a goopy pale of teetering tentacles. “At first I would have rather preferred to assist your gullet from the outside. Although, there is something alluring to these sensations.” Fourteens body felt sluggish, a laziness sprawling through her veins as segments turned gelatinous by the kneading of the sleek, swelling and closing walls. Whilst she felt the princess hoof squeezing in to rub her body, she would let out a sigh warmed by the depths of her form. The tips of her tantacles heated up from the bubbling chyme, spreading the pleasant lukewarm tingles over her like a massage. Fourteens body shifted its shade and camouflage to match the sludge underneath her, with eyes closed she drifted off in the sensations of sludging together. -Sblurh-. The bubbles of the brew encompassing her, as soon the wobbling heap of gruel wouldn't just be a disguise.
Kilograms of fudge collected in the down the outhouse pit, ribbons of chubby manure furling against the sides and sinking under the pressure of muck descending from on high. Some segments slopped over into a mire of chocolate cement, pooling like fresh gelato around the bundles of taut waste. With the scent reeking of stewed kelp, mushrooms and beef the manure wallowed in the trenches of the outhouse, its fumes turning so dense as to not reach the mare above. The bed of dung appearing to swell out as grime dipped into the cauldron of gruel, -Sgrookbt-. A clatter of scales trickled out with the mellow surge of manure, giving the matte trunks a shimmering aura before descending into the depths where all light were obscured behind a pair of plump royal cheeks. -Aoourp-. “Phaa... “ Twilight sighed with her rear clenching over the bump that clogged her bowels, a flick of her hind and the pucker broadened over the chunk of coagulated fudge, dropping down into the swamp bile with dollops and bone shards raing down afterwards. -Bhrllgpgloddf-. “Phoo, always so relieving with larger meals.” The mare slumped off the seat and took a glance into the hole as she levitated the roll of toilet-paper. “Hmm.” Her horn was lit aglow as it bathed the bottom of the ditch in lilac light. “Trace amounts of hippoponcus, equus medusozoa and... earth pony. That is Nessy for sure then,” she confirmed to herself this time, wiping beneath her tail with the roll of pale-sapphire toiletpaper. She hummed and wiggled her flank at the smooth caress of the fabric. “This is an improvement over the castle's paper even. Although...” She reminisced about numerous maids and silken smooth tongues. “...Almost, at the very least.” She crumpled up the smeared fold and dropped it into the pit.
As she left the outhouse trove split open, the mangle of clotting mush smacking down the pipes into the collection heap below, the outhouse clean and fit for the next patron who required some relief.
The plumbing for Cauldron bay were of the same material as the pipes connecting the aquariums. Translucent tubes showcasing each flush of purée. Many were laid out through the other tanks, letting sea mares witness what remained of their kin winding down the pipeline. Even swimming past them one last time before the marine-mulch was taken below the restaurant. Many hugged the pipes, to feel the warmth oozing out of them. After witnessing the latest draining, a smack of jellyponies floated with the streams to the entrance of Cauldron bay, seeing a troupe of seven ponies heading up the stairway to the surface, the purple one's cauldron tumid with bulges of a brewing meal.
