A wild Ride
The water misters strung up over the crowded line of ridegoers did little to dispel the mid-afternoon, Las Pegasus heat, and to Wild Winds it was somewhat clear from her observations that a good half of said ridegoers were uncomfortable. Despite the fact that the ride they were all waiting for was called ‘The Sizzler,’ nopony actually liked to sizzle.
Lifting one light-purple wing, Wild used it to shield her eyes from the sun as she glanced up at the peak of the coaster, listening to the rattle-clack-clack of the lifting gear pulling it up the slope. The sound of other rides roared in the background, of cheers, jeers, laughing children, and a dozen or so different ride ambiances that all blended together in a cacophony of noise that was distinctively affiliated with fun. Wild had always loved amusement parks; imagine her absolute delight upon hearing that she actually got to work in one while waiting to hear back from the Las Pegasus weather pony division. Turns out, working in an amusement park had a way of killing the magic. It wasn’t nearly as fun as she had been hoping—in fact it was rather droll, standing around the same ride all day, watching everyone else get to have fun while she baked in the heat, close enough to the misters to feel their occasional breaths of cool air on the breeze, but much too far away to actually bask in their cooling influence. The cute little ride attendant’s vest she wore, white with blue trim, with her name neatly printed on a little pin-on tag, distinguished her from the guests, and in a way, seemed to make them look right through her.
Yes, Wild Winds was having a very boring, very uneventful day. She shuffled her hooves on the ride attendant’s platform looking out over the crowd, then gave her head a small toss and blew a huff of air up towards her two-tone green mane to get it out of her eyes. She could feel the sweat uncomfortably forming along her hairline, the underside of her neck and along her belly, back down towards her groin. Biting her lip, she spread her hind legs a couple inches where she stood, trying to get some airflow over her sheathe and the plump pair of balls that hung between her legs, without inadvertently flashing any guests. No need to let the whole park know she had an outie instead of an innie!
A dozen ponies screamed as the coaster rolled over the peak of the grade and did a twisting dive down towards the ground. Wild lifted a hoof to wipe sweat from her brow, then glared at the damp end of her hoof and rolled her eyes. Her stomach gave a low, earthquake-esque rumble, enough to steal the mare’s attention and remind her to the fact that she’d missed breakfast and worked through lunch. If her somewhat-padded frame was anything to go by, she obviously liked her food. The more Wild thought about it, the more inherently frustrated she became. She would never swear, but for lack of a better term, she was running out of fucks to give, with only a couple more hours on the clock.
Her eyes fell on the next ride over—a thriller attraction, a water ride where boats floated guests through a series of monster-themed darkrooms. Before Wild even realized it, she was dismounting her platform via the steps and cutting her way through the crowd to it, or more specifically, to the air conditioning of the boarding room. Bypassing the line on the right side, she let herself into the gloomy, monster-themed lobby of the ride via the cave entrance, where ponies were lining up to board the boats, and her gaze immediately landed on a shrimp of a stallion also wearing a blue vest. She’d been working here long enough to know he was new. A grin formed on her face as she approached, getting his attention with a polite nod of her head and a smile.
“You had lunch yet?” she asked, her voice chipper. Already she was feeling better, the cool air soothing her overheated body.
The colt shook his head.
Wild just grinned, then stepped up, giving him a small nudge in the side. “Go do it. I’ll cover your shift.”
Immediately, the kid’s ears picked up. “Wow, really?”
“Yeah, now go on!” She gave him another nudge, and a wider grin. “Scram.”
He eyed her for a second, as if to read any ill intent, and when he didn’t sense any, he voiced a cheerful “Thank you!” then turned for the exit.
Wild chuckled contentedly to herself as she watched him go, then sat back on the cool floor, shivering when her balls made surprise contact with the wet stone below. “You’re too good,” she mumbled to herself.
But even now that she wasn’t baking in the sun, that restlessness remained. Her eyes scanned the crowd as they shuffled by, lingering on rumps and bellies and the curve of bodies. She shuffled her hind legs some and bit her lip, and her belly growled again.
Wild was in a mood... and she knew exactly what kind of mood it was. It was a rut and eat somebody kind of mood, a once or twice a week event for her. She rarely acted on it at work, because after all, it was hard to hide the fact that you’d just swallowed another pony while on shift.
After some time, her gaze landed on a steel-gray pegasus mare who was rocking a goth look. Her medium-length mane was dyed a shade of black that just wasn’t natural and combed up into a pretty nifty swoop. She wore dark eyeliner with a purple hint that somehow wasn’t overdone, and had three piercings in her right eyebrow. Her wings were well-preened, and she had gone through the effort of dying the tips of her primaries black as well. Her cutie mark was a chained-up box, because of course it was. But all in all, she was quite a looker, a solid seven with an extra point thrown in for the exotic style, rounding out at a nice eight, or eight and a half.
Wild realized that her eyes were staying on the mare as she advanced in the line. The purple pegasus wasn’t quite sure why, but she knew she had to intercept before the goth mare reached the boat. Maybe it was the fact that this mare appeared to be here alone, or the fact that she was quite attractive. Maybe it was because she was a rebel and definitely not here with family that would be wondering where she had gotten off to. Whatever it was, Wild gave an eager flick of her wings as she approached the line from the side to greet the mare.
“Here all by yourself?” Her voice was even more cheerful than it had been previously.
The goth mare blinked, then turned to look at Wild, purple eyes flicking up and down her larger figure. “No. My coltfriend’s right outside.” She nodded back towards the door. “He won’t come in with me. He’s a major pussy.” Her voice was almost a cliche—she had a certain drawl to her voice, and a slow way of speaking that Wild had a hard time deciding whether or not was fabricated to go with her goth look.
Wild blinked, slightly taken aback by the mare’s willingness to talk, but the lack of interest in her tone or demeanor. The goth mare was also shorter than she’d thought, not quite a full head below Wild, but close. “Oh, please, this ride isn’t even that scary.” She flicked her hoof dismissively and giggled.
“That’s what I told him, but whatever. I’ll have fun without him.”
Wild blinked again. “Are you having fun now?”
The mare shrugged. “Not yet. Depends on who I get a boat with.” There was a pregnant pause, then she held out her hoof. “Name’s Raven.”
Wild highly doubted that was the mare’s real name, but grinned as she extended her hoof to shake Raven’s anyways. “Nice to meet you. I’m Wild Winds!”
“So do you like... work here?” Raven asked, shuffling forward with the line before turning her head to eye Wild’s vest.
Wild shuffled forward as well, to stay beside the mare. Her stomach rumbled again, sending another mini-earthquake through her midsection. “Sure do.”
“Cool.” Raven looked around, then leaned in some. “Hey, can you like, give me a backstage tour? You know, sneak me in the back way? I’ve always wanted to do that. I tried it last year but got caught—they banned me for like... a week.”
Wild was a little taken aback. She had been formulating how to coerce the mare into the very thing she had just asked for—having what she wanted dropped right in her lap was a little jarring. “Well I... you see we aren’t allowed to do that.” She blinked a couple times, trying to figure out why she was now resisting her own plan.
Raven gave her head a little toss. “Oh, I know, but I’ll make it worth your while.” She winked—there were no other actions or tone inflections associated with the single flick of her left eyelid, but somehow she conveyed the message perfectly even without them.
Wild felt her sheathe throb and twitch, and flubbed for a second. The last thing she wanted was to look too eager. “I... didn’t you say your coltfriend was right outside?” She slowly closed on eye and tilted her head a little bit.
“Oh, yeah,” Raven said with a shrug. “But I’m in a mood—I was thinking we’d get it on in the boat, but he’s not here, and you’re kinda cute.”
Her brain short circuited for a second or two. Once it had shut off and rebooted, Wild gave her head a little shake, then slowly leaned in and lifted up the fabric strip that made up the edge of the line and motioned Raven under. The mare obliged, and without a word, she led the both of them briskly past the ride operator’s booth to a door marked ‘STAFF ONLY’ in large, red letters. Using her park key, she let them both into the dimly-lit hallway that was used to access the different rooms on the ride.
“So!” Wild claimed with a giddy chuckle. Her sheathe was plumped now. She could feel her dick wanting to spill out, but willed it to stay where it was for now. “What would you like to see?”
Raven let about a quarter of a smirk creep onto her face. “Aside from my coltfriend’s face when he smells the sex on me...” She paused for a second. “The monster attack room. Or you know, whatever it is. The one with all the fog and the animatronics and stuff.” She sat back for a second, then reached into the small black purse slung diagonally over her shoulder to pull out a tube of black lipstick to reapply it.
Wild gave a swift nod of her head, then motioned down the hall, taking a few steps and waiting for Raven to start off with her before leading the way. “It's this way.” She looked back at Raven several times as they walked, and caught the mare rather blatantly examining the tornado cutie mark adorning her rump. “You’re gonna have to keep your head down, though. There's a place for staff to move around but you still have to do it between the boats passing.”
“Hey, can we do it back there?”
Raven’s question slugged Wild in the gut right as she reached the access door to the attraction. Now her dick was sliding out of the sheathe. She could feel the temperature rising in her groin as she fixed the goth pegasus with an eager smile and let a bubbling giggle escape her mouth. She liked this mare—it was a shame she was going to eat her.
Wild was fast about letting them both into the ride room. Despite the fact that the staff door was completely concealed from view behind a large, fake rock, the light from the hallway could still be seen from the ride, so one had to be swift about entering. Once they were in, Raven immediately, stepped out to look around.
The room was large overall. Fog machines ran full blast, filling the ‘cave’ with a thick layer of mist that made it hard to see all the way to the other end. The boats ran through at the far end and made a right curve to the next, and the entire room was shaped sort of like a third of a slice of pie, with the river on the short end. A strobe light flashed over the slot where the boats left the room, and red lights faded up and down across the ceiling to draw attention to all the different types of animatronic monsters that roared and slashed at the boats. The terrain was rough, and rocky, and even from here, Wild could see plenty of places to break line of sight from the boats. There was one spot specifically where a large, bipedal, alien-t-rex-looking thing stood up on a large rock that looked plenty large enough for the both of them. Admittedly, it was the first time Wild had ever been back here. It was actually kind of neat being able to see the blinking lights that signified powered machinery—the wiring and fog machines hidden behind the scenery, and the many different structural supports that you just couldn’t see from the front.
Raven stepped forward, craning her neck to look all around, a grin creeping onto her face. “Dude I have wanted to do this for like... forever now. She flicked her black tail left and right a few times, then rather blatantly flagged it up and over her back as she took a purposefully-suave step away from Wild. The poor ride attendant felt the heat rise into her cheeks as her dick throbbed, then flexed and slapped up against her belly, spattering a few droplets of pre onto her fur. It was dark, and foggy, but she could still see a small glint of light between the mare’s legs, and she still caught the light whiff of Raven’s body on the moist air over the choking scent of the fog machines.
Wild couldn’t help herself. She sat back, sliding one hoof down her side to grasp at her throbbing, dark purple cock and give it a needy few strokes, her hind legs shuddering as she did so. She glanced down, bit her lip, and let out a little bit of a whine. When she looked up, Raven wasn’t near her anymore, but instead, pacing through the fog and stepping gingerly around stones. Wild nearly gasped, and dropped her rod in order to stand up. She moved just to the edge of her rock, took one step out, then swiftly ducked back as a boat laden with park guests rounded the corner into the display. Raven was good about staying out of sight, at least, and ducked down behind the large rock with the alien t-rex thing that was the centerpiece of the exhibit. Wild shot her a bit of a glare across the foggy room; Raven just rolled her eyes and beckoned her over.
Posing herself to cross once the boat was almost out of the room and the guests were no longer looking, Wild scampered across the uneven floor towards the rock, feeling her dick bob and slap up against her belly with every step. She shuddered as she reached the other Side, where Raven sat waiting. She couldn’t help herself. The second she reached the mare, she pressed firmly right up against her chest and shoved the goth down on her back on the cool stone. Although surprised, Raven didn’t seem to protest all too much as Wild grabbed her hind legs with her own forehooves and wrenched them open. She shimmied her hips forward as she sat back on her haunches, and that dark purple dick she’d been dying to use all day gave a hefty and heavy flop down onto the gray mare’s groin.
“Whoa,” Raven said, showing surprise despite the lack of dramatic tone in her voice. She lifted her front half up off the rock by planting her forehooves behind her, gazing in both surprise and interest down at the dick on her belly. On the other side of the rock, the voices of guests rang out as they floated through the chasm, oblivious of the two ponies behind the roaring monster on the rock.
“Is this a problem?” Wild asked, her voice a little shaky as she squeezed Raven’s hind legs and rocked her hips back and forth, letting out a low moan as she firmly rubbed the underbelly of her shaft against the other mare’s nethers.
“No, it’s just—” Raven didn’t get out any more, because the moment the word ‘no’ had left her mouth, Wild had yanked firmly on the smaller mare’s right hind leg, and flipped her right over onto her belly.
Wild was horny, and she was hungry. The hunger part would come later, though. “Good,” she said, borderline growled in a feminine voice that still somehow managed to sound husky in the moment. Her right hoof grabbed Raven by the stifle, and her left one went to the goth mare’s left shoulder, and although Wild wasn’t the strongest mare, Raven was light enough for her to drag across the smooth stone floor and pin against the rocky base of the animatronic. “Because I have been...” She ungraciously rolled her hips back and forth, sliding her dick between the goth mare’s thighs and rubbing it on her belly, the swollen head throbbing as it rubbed through her fur. “Needing this...” She grabbed Raven’s left hind leg and gave it a tug, forcing the mare’s stance wider—Raven seemed to get the hint, and she spread her right leg as well. Wild had her right how she wanted her—ass up, legs spread, and head down. Her left hoof slid from Raven’s leg to her own throbbing, purple shaft, giving it a single good pump, and a squeeze before lifting to press the flare against the other pegasus’ slicked lips.
Wild moaned shamelessly as she pressed forward, sinking into Raven, burying her head and throbbing shaft right up to the medial ring as she moved both hooves to the goth’s ass to grip it. “All... day,” she cooed out, closing her eyes and pressing her pudgy belly down against Raven’s back.
Raven trembled below Wild and wriggled some. “Fuck,” she breathed out, before giving a sharp gasp as Wild bucked her hips forward, slapping her hips against Raven’s ass as her balls swung up to clap her groin.
Wild chewed her lip and closed her eyes, craning her head back, not even caring if the tip of her muzzle showed to guests on the other side of the rock. Her grip on Raven only tightened as she dragged her hips back, dick now slicked with Raven’s natural lubrication, before thrusting it back in with a moan and a tremble of her haunches. She shifted her stance some, leaning a little more into the pinned pegasus, before sliding her hooves down to Raven’s shoulders and drawing back for another thrust, her medial ring hitting the mare’s clit like a speedbump. “I’m gonna rut you,” she breathed out. “I’m gonna cum in you.” She punctuated her comment with another thrust and a grinding roll of her hips that lifted the goth’s ass and her hooves a couple inches off the ground. “And then I’m gonna eat you.” One hoof slid to the back of Raven’s head, messing up her mane and pinning her chin to the cold floor.
Raven just moaned in that muted inflection of hers, ears folding back, wings flitting and flicking against her back. It was either a moan, or Raven was trying to say something, but Wild was too into it to care.
Wild grinned, the prospect of a full meal winding her up almost as much as the sex, all while she pressed her hips right up against Raven’s haunches, feeling the cold chill of several dock piercings against her groin. It was phenomenal. It had been a good couple of weeks since she’d stuck her dick in anything, and months since she’d last felt the embrace of another mare. Needless to say, going balls deep now was just short of heavenly. The number of ponies who were into mares with extra goods was a lot higher than you’d think, but the problem was finding them—most stallions, or mares for that matter, didn’t go around wearing sandwich boards that said ‘I want to be fucked my a mare with a penis,’ so locating someone to actually get it on with was rather difficult.
The cool, damp fog around her only seemed to shut out the rest of the world and emphasize just how hot and firm Raven’s insides were. She was laying claim to some pushover-of-a-stallion’s mare, probably doing a better job than he was, and unfortunately for the poor soul, he would never see his marefriend again.
The aggressive rumble of Wild’s belly spurred her to pick up her pace. She shifted her stance one again, moving her right hind leg forward and propping it against the rock for better leverage, and to further elevate her hips for strong, full downward thrusts. Wild moaned and groaned as she pounded carelessly away at Raven, forcing the mare’s head and forehooves uncomfortably up against the fake rock with the weight of her thrusts, turning the mare’s haunches red where her hips collided firmly with them on each thrust. Marecum spattered her groin and balls as she worked, climbing the steep ladder to her orgasm.
Whether or not Raven came wasn’t a concern of Wild’s, but the goth was wet enough for Wild to guess that she had gotten at least one orgasm. If Raven was trying to say anything, and not just moan out in pleasure and shock, it wouldn’t be understood anyways, not with her jaw held shut by the weight of Wild’s hoof atop her head and pinning it to the ground.
“Yes,” Wild moaned out, voice somewhere between a whimper and a whisper. “Yes. Yes. Yessss.” She punctuated each thrust with another yes, writhing her hips some as her cock throbbed and started to swell near the base. The head started to swell and flare as well, and the tension in her groin built to a breaking point. Wild went wild, thrusting her hips raggedly back and forth as the head of her dick fully flared and the tube running along the underside of her shaft bulged with a sudden rush of seed from her glands. Orgasm peaking, she slammed her hips home, lifting Raven’s ass up into the air and her hooves off the ground as she held herself there, twitching balls resting up against the goth’s groin. Wild ground firmly forward on each powerful throb of pleasure, each twitch from her dick punctuated with a huff and a firm tightening in her core that sandwiched Raven further between Wild’s hips and the rock. Not a single drop of plentiful cum spilled, all held neatly inside the little mare, manifesting as a small, tight bulge in her lower abdomen.
Wild panted as she remained in her stiffened pose, feeling her dick throb and continue to drool cum into the smaller mare even as the throes of her orgasm slowly faded into afterglow. Eventually, after what must have been a good thirty seconds of panting, trembling, and absolutely basking in the afterglow and the twitching wiggles of the cute goth she’d fucked up against the fake rock, she slowly leaned back, letting Raven’s hind hooves lower back to the ground. She remained firmly atop the smaller mare nonetheless, slumping down, letting her sweat-dampened belly press down against Raven’s back as she lowered her head to nip at the mare’s ear and give a small, claiming tug on it. “Now you’re mine,” she mumbled through her teeth, before letting Raven’s ear rake free of them, leaving nothing but the light taste of her fur on Wild’s tongue.
Wild liked that taste. Pleasure and afterglow getting the better of her, she dropped her head and delivered a passionate lick up the side of Raven’s neck, flicking her tongue off the base of the mare’s ear. Raven squirmed, shivered, then made a muffled sound. Wild realized she was still pinning the mare’s head, and she moved her hoof.
The first thing Raven did was pick her head up, work her jaw a few times, then huff and give a firm wriggle below Wild. “I said... don’t cum in me.”
Wild couldn’t help a short, tense laugh. “Heh... sorry.” Her belly gave yet another growl, one that Raven would most certainly feel through her spine.
Fucking always did make her hungry.
“I wasn’t...” Raven panted for a second, still getting her breath. “I wasn’t expecting you to have a dick.”
Wild couldn’t help but giggle. “No one ever does.” She stretched some, inadvertently grinding her hips forward against Raven’s haunches and, despite the fact that her dick had gone limp, stuffing it back into the smaller mare a good few inches. “Sometimes it can be a real dealbreaker.” Of course, ponies didn’t like being eaten, and that was always a dealbreaker. Most times, unless she really liked them, they would be eaten regardless of whether or not there was sex before it. However... Wild didn’t often like ponies who didn’t like her dick, so needless to say she found other ways to have fun with them.
But now that the sex was finished, and the afterglow was fading, Wild had suddenly found herself left with nothing but hunger. Raven was small, tired from the rutting, and she would taste amazing.
Wild sidled backwards, biting her lip as she shimmied her hips and tugged her limp and wet dick out from between the goth’s stretched lips. The flare pulled free with a satisfying schlick and a pop, followed by a generous gush of cum that spattered to the floor and immediately tainted the air with its potent musk. Already she could feel the saliva pooling in the bottom of her mouth in anticipation of a good meal, and without even thinking about it, Wild found her hooves sliding down over Raven’s haunches to the outsides of her hind legs, then down further. Wild shimmied back more as she gently closed Raven’s legs for her, before grasping both hind hooves and lifting them up off the ground. If Raven had any protests, she was likely too winded to give them in the moment. The anticipation of what was to come was enough to distract Wild from the chill of the cold stone floor against her dick as it slowly crept its way back to the sitting mare’s sheathe, and the fact that they could be caught at any time by a ride technician or a particularly vigilante guest.
Closing her eyes, Wild craned her neck, lowered her head, and opened her mouth wide. An accompanying pull from her forehooves dragged Raven’s hooves backwards, and Wild hummed happily to herself as she stuffed them into her mouth, her teeth raking through the clean, gray fur of the smaller mare as her tongue lifted to dab the flavor off the mare’s fetlocks.
As if sensing an incoming meal, her stomach clenched, then rumbled, positively gurgling in anticipation as Wild stuffed Raven’s hind hooves further into her salivating maw. Raven didn’t bother looking back until Wild’s tongue had curled around her hind hooves and drawn them right into the back of her throat for the first pulsating swallow of her throat.
The look on the goth mare’s face went from murky and pleasure-struck to immediately confused. “What are you doing?” she asked, voice cautious, but not yet laden with fear. Her reaction was more akin to when a pony made a sexual advance that you weren’t particularly into, the mare likely not realizing her impending doom, even as Wild moaned and swallowed again, tugging on those hind legs to get Raven’s knees up to her teeth before shimmying forward in order to keep the mare’s shoulders pinned against the rock.
“Look, all we did was fuck,” Raven said, her voice growing more protestant as she gave a small wiggle, trying to pull one hind leg forward but only managing to stuff the other one a little deeper. “That’s not like... an invitation to get weird on me.”
Raven’s words fell on deaf ears as Wild closed her eyes and slid her hooves up to Raven’s ass, giving it a squeeze before shifting them to her hips to use as handles to hold the mare in place while she gulped around her hinds, teeth sliding up close to Raven’s haunches, over the thick upper portion of her hind legs while the lower part bulged out the front of her throat. There was just something about a meal right after sex, specifically a meal of whoever she had just rutted that just drove her... Wild.
Raven definitely was not into it, and perhaps she was beginning to realize that there was a little more to what Wild was doing than some weird aftersex hoof fetish, because she turned to look back over her shoulder as she shifted her forehooves in an attempt to find something to grasp. Unfortunately for her, there wasn’t anything for her to grasp, considering she was still mostly wedged into the corner between the floor and the smooth back of the false rock. “What the fuck are you doing?” She gave a wiggle of her hips, one that jostled Wild’s head ever so slightly, but not enough to have any effect. If anything, Wild seemed to double down, flexing her jaw and working her teeth up to the base of Raven’s rump, the mare’s tail hanging somewhat in her face.
Wild didn’t respond—her mouth was full of goth mare. Her saliva glands were working overtime now, filling her mouth with spit nearly faster than she could swallow it, or the mare down, drenching whatever gray fur slid past her lips. With somewhat of a heave and an outright guttural moan, Wild stretched her jaw as wide as she could get it and pulled down on those attractive hips that she had just finished admiring from above, stuffing Raven’s rump right into her mouth, and those hind legs further down her pulsing throat, a wet slurp escaping her maw as she sealed her teeth around Raven’s waist and let her tongue crawl up to explore between the mare’s legs. Immediately, the musky taste of her own seed hit her taste buds and made itself noticed over the somehow-cool-smelling mist from the fog machines as her tongue slid up between Raven’s legs to part her slit. Wild shut her eyes, basking in the flavor, and the sensation of it all.
It was at that moment that Raven realized that she was in danger, because it was also at that moment that Wild really felt her tense, then start to struggle. The goth mare tried to kick and drag her hind legs apart, but Wild’s throat was much too tight for that. Her gray wings spread out from her back and beat desperately at the air. Wild actually had to bite down with her teeth to keep the sudden tug from pulling Raven’s haunches right back out of her muzzle again. Still, Raven was able to walk her front half up the rock with desperate scrabbles of her forehooves and flaps of her wings, enough to get a grasp on the upper ledge of it and lift her head up between the legs of the roaring animatronic. Things were a little bit more vertical now, with Raven’s head much higher than Wild’s.
Needless to say, Wild realized the urgent implications of her situation. It had been fun, but now it was time to buckle down and stop playing with her food.
Raven’s screams for help went almost completely unnoticed by the ridegoers, despite the fact that many could even see her from their boats. Her voice, while shrill and terrified, mixed with the roars of the many different monsters and the other canned screams from the overhead speakers, and she more or less became a temporary addition to the attraction.
Wild only focussed on downing the struggling mare. It was impressive how quickly she could swallow someone when she really wanted to. She swallowed with purpose, each heavy and wet gulp and gluck plunging Raven down into her gullet another few inches, slowly starting to pry the screaming mare’s forelegs from the edge of the rock as Wild muzzle crawled up her barrel. Her gray wings beat frantically air, molting a few dozen feathers. Wild had swallowed pegasi before, and she knew those would be an issue if she didn’t deal with them now. Reaching up, she grabbed one of those wings by the base and wrenched it down against Raven’s side, then did the same to the other, holding both quivering wings tight to the mare’s flanks as she yawned her jaws wider and stuffed the tips of them in. Raven’s rump bulged like an oversized knot in her chest as Wild reached up to grab one of her forelegs, struggling to pull it from the edge of the rock as Raven clung on for dear life. She got it free, then grabbed the other, and in a similar fashion to how she’d handled the wings, pulled them forcibly down to Raven’s sides while she used a combination of gravity and the powerful constrictions of her throat to get the tips of those hooves pushed down into her mouth beside the trembling wings, and then into her gullet. Another swallow, another hefty gulp and Raven sank like a stone, her hind legs and rump sliding down Wild’s slick throat. Her hooves already having pressed into Wild’s belly, the mare’s haunches followed shortly, slipping through the tight sphincter that separated it from the esophagus before being pulled right down to the bottom by gravity, visibly swelling out Wild’s belly in the process.
Now it was Wild’s turn to hook her hooves over the edge of the rock and pull herself up. She stood on her hind legs, almost completely vertical now, belly sagging with the weight of Raven’s hindquarters as half of the mare’s chest and head protruded from her open mouth. The purple pegasus felt the taste of something foreign and smooth on her tongue, and realized that in her haste to swallow Raven, she had forgotten to remove the small purse that the mare had been wearing—oh well, it was too late now; it would be going down with her.
Wild pitched her head back, then swallowed hard. Raven screamed as her shoulders dropped down into the other mare’s maw. Another swallow, and there was nothing to be seen but her head, and two wide, terrified eyes framed between two rows of flat teeth. Wild’s tongue crawled up her chin, licking at her cheek while saliva dripped from her lips onto the other mare’s face.
“Please!” Raven wheezed out, short on breath, her chest constricted by the firm pulsations of Wild’s throat. “I’ll do anything. You have to let me— No, nonono!” She felt Wild’s tongue curl back for what was likely another swallow, then gave a desperate thrash. “Help!” she screamed again in desperation. “Somebody hrmmfff mfff!”
The last of her cry was muffled as Wild closed her mouth, feeling the other mare’s voice vibrate from between her teeth and escape in muffled tones through her cheeks, which bulged with the shape of the other mare’s head.
Wild lowered her head, casting her gaze on one of the boats as it floated by, eyes flicking between the guests, some of which were eyeing her in terror, others in amusement. Raven screamed something again, and Wild decided that then was a good time to silence it.
Leisurely, casual in every sense of the word, wild swallowed. Gravity and Raven’s own weight were her downfall, and the bulge in Wild’s cheeks that was her head, shrank as it slid back into the other mare’s throat, her muffled screams getting even quieter as the wriggling bulge of her form slid down, accented as a quite distinct lump in Wild’s throat before disappearing into her chest.
The pegasus’ belly bounced and sagged heavily with the newfound weight of Raven, who was forced to curl into a tight ball in the restrictive space, her head pinned nearly between her legs as Wild’s experienced stomach squeezed down on her from all angles.
With an almighty sigh of relief, Wild fell forward against the cold stone, pressing her belly up against it with a happy grind of her hips while she lowered her chin to rest it on the ledge, eyes closed in mild bliss. Raven’s thrashing was of next to no consequence to her at this point, and even felt good. Feeling a pocket of air forming, Wild braced for it, then tensed as she let out a loud, rumbling belch, one gray, back-tipped primary feather and a dozen or so down down feathers shooting from her muzzle and dancing about in the air in front of her. The feeling was enough to keep her dick from sliding back to its sheathe, so instead it remained hanging between her legs, pressed down by her sagging and thrashing gut.
“That hit the spot.” Wild let out a quieter, smaller burp, then slowly turned herself around to press her back against the rock. Sighing, she slid down it, until her rump was on the ground and her belly was in her lap. The vague outline of Raven’s face, mouth wide open, showed briefly somewhere near the top, but Wild’s gut let out a loud, swilling rumble, and it was gone the next moment.
Finished and fed, her stomach kicking into overdrive, having sensed such a large meal, the wave of tiredness almost caught Wild off guard. The pegasus flitted her wings, wiggled her haunches some to slide just a little more down the rock, then closed her eyes and let her hooves rest atop her stomach as she started to fade off to sleep. No one would notice if she took an hour or two to nap and break down her meal.
“The park is now closed,” a mare’s voice droned over the park-wide intercom. “All rides are now shutting down. Please make your way to the nearest exit. Thank you for visiting, and we look forward to seeing you next time!”
Wild sighed in relief as she heard the voice, followed by the telltale whine of the ride operator shutting the main gate that allowed the log boats to float down the tunnel. The little twerp she’d helped take his lunch break had never come back, so she’d just maintained his post and no one seemed to care, or mind.
Immediately, the pegasus sat herself back against the cool stone wall and the even cooler stone floor, exhaling happily as she finally got the weight of the both of them off her hooves. Her stomach gave a low, swilling rumble, and Wild glanced down, cracking a bit of a smirk as she ran one hoof lightly over the swollen, and considerably sloshy bulge of her belly that transferred almost all the way down to her abdomen. If she hadn’t already had a little padding around her haunches and flanks, it might have looked out of place, but if anything, she just looked overweight for the time being, with the way her belly hung somewhat wider than her barrel and her guts were swollen with the sheer quantity of what they were processing.
After a moment or two of rest, she hefted herself back up to her hooves, gut sloshing, a shift somewhere in her bowels earning a rumble that sent a shiver down her spine. “Alright, I’m taking off!” she called to the ride operator, a dark gray stallion, who waved his hoof in reply without looking up.
Wild turned towards the cave-shaped exit of the water ride, grinning as the soft, evening sunlight washed over her as she stepped out into the warm air. The park was mostly empty, now, the few ponies that still remained meandering their way towards the front gate. In the distance, she could see a father escorting his two screaming kids while also trying to look like he didn’t know who they were.
“Excuse me, miss,” a soft voice rang out to her left.
Wild stopped in her place, then turned to make eye contact with the stallion standing just outside the ride entrance. He was a shrimpy sort of thing, short and skinny, with a pale yellow coat, a brown mane, and green eyes, the least-earth-pony earth pony she’d ever seen. If she had to guess, he was about a year away from leaving his teens. “Yeah, what’s up?” she asked, quirking her brows.
He glanced towards the mouth of the cave, then to her. “Have you seen a dark gray pegasus mare? Black mane, eyeliner, kinda looks bored all the time?”
Wild blinked, and it was at that moment that an air bubble somewhere in her belly freed itself. There was a deep, swilling gurgle and a rumble from her gut, and before Wild could stop it, a low and wet burp worked its way up her throat. She turned her head to the side and let it out, lips trembling some with the passing of air and the coppery scent of what was happening in her belly. “Heh, sorry, lunch didn’t agree with me.” She wiped her mouth with the back of a forehoof, then shot him a grin, not missing the way he was tentatively eyeing her stomach. “Oh yeah, Raven?”
Immediately, both of the colt’s ears perked up, and his eyes returned to her face. “How do you know my marefriend.”
Wild’s brain clicked and hummed and whirred as it compiled the evidence, then finished with a perky ding. Her grin widened, and then she immediately wiped it away. “Oh, shoot, marefriend?” She bit her lip, glanced around, then leaned in a little closer to the stallion. “I hate to be the one to break it to you, but uh... I helped her sneak out the side exit with some stallion she met in line. She told me she was hoping to lose her dad, and well, I was young once.” She sat back on her haunches with a hefty plop and a slosh from her gut. “Granted, I’m still young. But, you get it.”
The colt’s ears folded, and he glared at her for a second, sputtering a word or two before glancing away and gritting his teeth. “Well I guess that makes sense.”
Wild shimmied her hips a little, definitely feeling a smidge or two of guilt at the fact that she’d made this guy single. But then again, he probably needed to be single, considering Raven was fully willing to take that hard pounding before being... recycled. “Yikes, that’s a rough way to get dumped.” She frowned, then flashed him a grin, and leaned forward to give him a good punch on the shoulder. “Hey, tell you what. You show up at the gate first thing tomorrow morning and I’ll get you in for free. Plenty of single mares come here to pick up cute guys just like you!”
He was quite obviously still bummed, somewhere close to manly tears of sadness, however not quite there, but her comment still earned a tense, bitter laugh from the stallion, and he wiped his eyes and cracked a grin. “Heh, thanks. I might do that.”
Wild stood, turning some, readying to leave, while inexplicably showing off the way her belly and lower abdomen swelled out some from around her barrel—the more one looked at it, the more unnatural it would appear. She didn’t look fat, she looked full. Either way, that weight would all be properly redistributed by tomorrow morning. “And if that doesn’t work out for you,” she chimed, shooting him a not-subtle wink and stifling a giggle. “Hit me up and maybe we can work something out.”
He opened his mouth to reply, but was quieted by a playful whip of Wild’s tail over his muzzle as she passed him by on her way to the exit. He blinked a couple of times, and stared incredulously at the mare’s haunches as she left. One would think he’d seen the ghost of his marefriend—either that, or a pair of plump balls on a mare.