Blue Thrush was quite happy to be zooming into the skies, one sunny afternoon in Equestria. The rather plump Pegasus pony didn’t have any trouble taking flight, fluffy feathered wings carrying him without issue, though it quickly became somewhat of a workout for the happy-go-lucky equine. Blue didn’t care though, as he was meeting with a friend he’d not seen in a while! “Wonder how she’s been?” Blue thought aloud, reaching cloud level and angling away from his home. “I haven’t heard from Gabby in weeks! Can’t wait for us to catch up!” The giddy pony flew through the zenith while thinking about the contents of the letter Gabby had sent. It was a rather succinct, parchment having been written in the rain from the dull marks of dried wetness Blue had ignored. The griffon seemed eager to discuss her new hobby with her big blue friend. Blue scanned for a nice big fluffy cloud to land on, just on the outskirts of Ponyville, where Gabby had planned their rendezvous. He selected a decently-thick one, large enough for several flying equines to loiter about on, and landed comfortably on all fours.

“Pretty sure this is where Gabby wanted to meet,” Blue hummed, giving his wings a couple little flaps before settling them up against his round, pudgy barrel. The stallion stalked from one edge of the cloud to the other, peering over the edge to see if he could spot Gabby flying in from somewhere. A couple minutes ticked on by. “Huh. Guess I’m early? Hope I picked a visible-enough spot. This should be out of the way enough.” Blue pursed his lips and thought about the letter she sent him. It sounded like she was really eager to demonstrate something related to a recent hobby of hers, and that her discovery be kept secret from everypony. “Wonder if she came up with a potion that would give a griffon a cutie mark,” Blue pondered aloud and grinned. “If any griffon could do it, it’d be her.”

The patient pony rocked back and forth on his hooves and flicked his purple tail about, still not seeing any sign of his griffon friend. Which was precisely what Gabby the griffon had planned from the start! She was above Blue Thrush, perched out of sight on a higher cloud, and watching the confused Pegasus wonder. Gabby waited just a moment longer until a slight twinge from her large, unsated furry gut told her to get a move on. With that bit of motivation Gabby slid right off her cloud and dove towards the pony-occupied one, making sure to keep out of Blue’s sight.

Blue Thrush didn’t notice a thing until a looming shadow crept over himself and the cloud, making him snap his head around just in time to see a very sizable version of Gabby land heavily behind him! Blue spread his legs some to keep balance, tail flicking and wings extending to help compensate. “Whoa! H-hey Gabby!” Blue managed once he was steady, turning to face her. “I guess this is what you wanted to show me, huh?” Gabby grinned as Blue arched his head upward, the griffon nearly twice she was before, easily towering over the fat pony.

“Heheh, you were always good at pointing out the obvious, Thrush.” Blue giggled even as the large griffon tousled his mane. “But you’re right! Still haven’t been able to concoct a cutie mark potion just yet, but no griffon’s gonna think of messing with me! And no one’s gonna mess with my friends either.” She brought Blue into a hug, and the stallion returned Gabby’s strong-clawed grip with an affectionate squeezing of his own, not even able to wrap around Gabby all the way. Blue parted and remained within inches of his looming friend, beaming up at her.

“So what’s with the secrecy? Don’t want anypony to see this newer, larger self? Actually, is it even permanent? Or do you have to chug a fresh potion every morning along with your breakfast?”

Gabby waved dismissively. “Nah nothing that hard. Just have to keep up with my newer, bigger appetite I guess. It’s been a few weeks and I haven’t seen any shrinkage.” Gabby casually trotted around Blue, eying the fat stallion up and doing her best to keep from drooling as the sagging belly, plump barrel, and protruding rear were a feast for her eyes. “I’m so glad you showed up today. Since you have just what I wanted you to to show up with…” She’d had plenty of pony already, though none quite as ripe as the Pegasus standing before her.

Blue idly followed his pacing friend around, rooted in place while trying not to stare too hard at the shifting griffon hips and swishing tufted tail playfully swung just under his muzzle. “Oh? I didn’t bring anything though, Gabby.” Blue was suddenly worried. Had she mentioned something in the letter that he somehow missed? But she didn’t sound upset. Quite the opposite, really. He sat back on his haunches when Gabby stood before him again, looking very pleased, in fact.

“You brought the two things I depended on my good, loyal pony friend to bring!” Gabby said perkily while holding two digits of a claw up. She lowered one. “You kept my secret, not telling anypony you were meeting me, right?” At Blue’s eager nod, she lowered her other digit, and slowly stroked along his cheek and down to his shoulder. “The second thing you brought is… you!”

“Me?”

“Yep!” Gabby’s grin widened. “Just you and me, up here alone on the clouds where nopony can see us. No matter what it is we got up to.” Blue flushed red, his mind wandering an entirely different direction as Gabby’s. The stallion pawed at the cloud shyly, little puffy tufts floating out into the sky.

“G-gee Gabby, I… W-well I can’t say I haven’t thought about asking you, but… What’s funny?” Blue paused and blinked, Gabby barking out a laugh.

“Oh, you poor pony,” Gabby chuckled, her bright demeanor slowly fading, voice lowering and softening. “You aren’t my mate this afternoon. I said I had to keep up with my appetite, remember?” She leaned down and nipped at Blue’s ear. “And there’s nothing quite so sating or satisfying as that of a big fat pony.”

“Wh-what?!” Blue stumbled backward, but Gabby gripped to the shoulder she’d been caressing and held him in place. In an instant, it was as if a veil was lifted from Blue’s eyes, seeing this larger form of Gabby for the first time. The smile wasn’t friendly, but imposing; the claws not delicate, but sharp and deadly; and her gaze, no longer full of friendship and trust, but those of a huntress on the prowl.

And she’d just caught her next prey!

“Gabby, no! Let me go! You can’t be serious!” She just laughed again, and her own stomach followed up with an eager grumble of its own, the grey fur almost rippling before Blue Thrush’s very eyes. “Y-you can’t eat ponies! Griffons don’t–”

“Griffons have done so all throughout history, Thrush. It just isn’t PC to go around advertising it these days.” Gabby pulled the protesting pony up against her crest, and gave a quick slurp of his cheek and ear, Blue cringing at the sound and feeling of hot griffon drool matting down his fur. “Mmm… You’ve no idea just how appetizing you all make yourselves, going about your lives, stuffing yourselves with fattening sweets and treats and so many other delights that a griffon couldn’t hope but get ahold of normally.” Blue’s lower lip quivered, the betrayed pony barely processing the words he was hearing. He tried tugging himself away again, only for Gabby to shove him backwards. The combined momentum sent the chubby pony toppling, landing against the cloud on his back with his head dangling over the edge. He made to call for help, only for his cry to come out as a hazy wheeze, Gabby slamming both her front claws into the wide jiggling blue-furred belly on display. “And you’ve seemed to feast more often than most others. Even for an earth pony you’re one juicy, scrumptious-looking ball of lard, fatso.”

“I’m… Y-you’re…” Blue stammered, wincing when Gabby snapped her head down and slowly, languidly dragged her large avian tongue across his doughy midsection, pressing it downward and letting the plumpness fold over and enamor her tongue with his flavor. Gabby rolled her eyes and moaned, unable to stop herself from taking two, three, four licks, all while Blue whimpered and feebly protested beneath her pressing claws the squished into his belly.

“Oh gosh, Thrush, I can’t believe another griffon or dragon hasn’t snapped you up already. Was hard for me to write that letter to you without drooling on the spot.” Blue recalled the parchment, wet with what he thought was rain. Now he knew better… knowing what had dribbled on the letter was now being applied to him! The stallion shivered, Gabby licking him again, and Blue whined with rapidly-cooling drool dripping down either side of his prodigious belly and sinking into the clouds. The griffon bearing down on him practically blotted out the sun, Gabby walking up to have Blue between her fore legs. She was so big now! And Blue had little doubt the grown griffon could swallow him down in one big, bulging mass. “Really, it’s as if you were basting yourself in that saccharine meaty flavor you ponies practically shine with.”

“S-stop!” Blue cried, and tried kicking up with all four of his legs at once. Gabby was too big for his hinds to reach, though, them only glancing off thighs that seemed rooted in place to the cloud. Her tail flicked as she caught one of his flailing forelegs, and without a thought shoveled it right into her yawning beak, suckling on it happily. Blue yelped as he could feel his hoof slide right along the tongue and press to the back of a too-wide griffon throat. All she had to do was twitch and swallow and he would be doomed. “No! No wait Gabby, puh-please don’t eat me! Pleeease!” The yammering stallion caught his breath only when his slobber-covered leg slipped free, Gabby slurping noisily over her beak and clapping them together. Blue looked at his nearly-eaten leg and back to Gabby, who stared down at him like Blue would a steaming strawberry pie. “D-don’t do this…”

“Why not?” Gabby asked, buffing a claw against her feathered chest and acting like nothing was remiss. “You, and the rest of those ponies down there, are nothing but food. Although I guess you’re finding that out way earlier then all of them! You’re going here,” Gabby gripped her own belly, which definitely had a bit of paunch that had nothing to do with the potion growth, and jostled it about some. Blue shivered, staring at the flesh he’d soon be imprisoned in, and digested down into nothing resembling a pony. “All mine…” Gabby continued. Then she paused, lowering her claw back down onto Blue’s gut, and chuckled. “Besides,” she added, “it’s not like this is the first time I’ve eaten a whole pony up before.”

Given Gabby’s current physique, that rang true in Blue’s mind, but that didn’t stop him from letting that creeping thought terrorize him further. “Wh-what? N-no! Who…?”

“Those tasty crusaders this town goes on about so much!” Gabby answered, beak glistening further with another noisy lick. “Those three ripened into quite the trio of tasty treats! But unlike you…” Gabby leaned down and slurped up Blue’s chin, the stallion whimpering in response. “...They actually put up a fight. Scootaloo the hardest.” Gabby laughed and sat down right on Blue Thrush’s belly, the squashy thing not quite enough for the sizable griffon rear and winding the pony. Gabby swished her tail and openly drooled down on Blue as she reminisced. “Got her down first. She fought all the way down, but ended up where all ponies should go.” Gabby idly scratched at her furry gut. Blue started to protest and whine but an enlarged griffon claw put and end to that, clamping his muzzle shut. “Ah… Apple Bloom couldn’t get much anywhere on four hooves. Soared down on her and plucked her off the ground like a bird and a worm!” The vision of a mare being steadily swallowed upward into a gaping beak made Blue shiver… especially when he could see himself making the same trip shortly!

“Sweetie tried to use magic. It almost tickled!” Gabby sighed. “Chucked her up like a big flailing fish. Opened wide, and…” Gabby leaned down towards Blue, beak agape, tongue wagging. Clearly, even a pony as big as Blue could easily fit into that maw! Blue cringed away, but all the griffon did was noisily gulp right by his ear. “No more Cutie Mark Crusaders. Just one squirmy meal after another. And instead of a cutie mark, I got bigger,” she giggled.

Blue yanked his head away from Gabby’s claw. “Y-you…” Blue fought back tears! He wasn’t the first victim, and clearly he wouldn’t be the last. “W-when the other ponies hear about this…”

“They aren’t going to hear anything!” Gabby laughed, and once more stood to full height to bear down on the pinned pony. She planted her now-free claw squarely Blue’s chest and pushed, Blue nearly sinking through the cloud. “Because you were a good stupid pony and came alone without telling a soul. And by the time I’m done with you… Well, food never talks back, especially after digestion.” Gabby’s stomach rumbled audibly at that moment, and the pinned Blue writhed fruitlessly. “Ah, but those three scrumptious snacks pale in comparison to this feast I have waiting for me.” The hungry griffon slid her claw down to Blue’s stomach and squashed the whole thing about, making Blue’s latest cry end in a pathetic wheeze. Gabby brought her other claw down, using both to seize Blue by the barrel, wings and feathers crushed beneath her grasp, and haul the fat pony off the cloud. Blue kicked his hinds uselessly when the griffon hauled him up, leaving him dangling and close to her chest. She gave one last merry lick over his fur, the pony dribbling in warm saliva, and grinned cruelly. “About time I do what I’ve been dying to do for the last 10 minutes, Blue Thrush: Eat you!”

Blue yelped when he was thrust upward and bent over, suspended over Gabby’s head as she tilted it up. Her eyes fluttered closed and she “aaaah”’d, beak yawning wide open and tongue spilling out. Pent-up drool dangled in strands between upper and lower beak, leaving the stallion with a precarious view of the entire griffon maw and shifting throat beyond. “No! Wait Gabby, Please!” He struggled in vain, Gabby tightening her grip around the plump, flabby pony, feeling each claw and digit dig into his fur. Gabby shifted her grasp to point Blue’s head down, and he squealed in a terrified wail: “Don’t eat me!”

Gabby only opened her jaws wider still, the enlarged griffon more than capable of doing just that! She nonchalantly lowered the kicking Pegasus pony into her mouth and chomped down as one would an overstuffed cheeseburger, spurts of saliva squirting out wherever they could. Her beak clenched down between Blue Thrush’s shoulder blades and mashed the delectable flavors all about her yearning tongue. “Mrrrph! Hlp, hllllp!” Gabby moaned with a beaming grin on her face, drool seeping further into Blue’s fur and dribbling down his own sagging belly and back. Blue’s cheek mashed against the throat, which eagerly accepted him as Gabby swallowed noisily – GLK! – immediately pulling his crying head fidgeting forelegs down the gullet. Nearly half the pony was ingested already with the initial bite, the giant Gabby griffon thoroughly enjoying being so large. The throat bulged out and a very muffled cry for mercy bubbled forth, only to be overpowered by the blissful groans coming from the griffon as she worked her tongue through the doughy, flavorful flesh of Blue Thrush’s belly.

Loosened bent feathers dripped from a slobber-soaked beak, sometimes chomped in half, other times intact. What was left of Blue Thrush’s wings poked out from his scrunched fat sides at jagged angles, more of them either slipping in or breaking off since Gabby was squashing her beak down around the fat pony again and again. Blue continued kicking his hinds, despite being blinded in a dank, compact gullet, sinking down further when a couple small, potent swallows rung out. He could smell as much as feel the grumbling belly as he was but inches from it, his whole front half nothing but bulges protruding a predatory griffon’s front. Gabby murred and let her tail dangle, its tuft flicking and kicking up whiffs of cloud as she ate Blue Thrush alive. She was on all fours, but briefly lifted a claw up to slip up under Blue’s kicking legs and press against the exposed Pegasus butt. The malleable cheeks yielded to the pressure, making Blue cry and scream more as he felt more of his doughy belly squelch inward, with loud SLRP GLK ULPs ringing out. He could hardly breathe as more of his stomach compacted inward, slowly slipping away from cool air into a dripping, heated maw and throat. As his large tummy started getting swallowed down, the bulge in Gabby’s neck puffed out more. The griffon continued pushing against Blue’s big rump and working her drooling beak around her delectable stallion dinner, inching him further and further inward. The cloud cutie mark of the Pegasus was quickly soaked when tickling the edges of that beak, all while Blue’s muzzle poked through the entrance of the stomach. It gurgled loudly in response and Blue squealed into the loud chamber, whole head slipping in when Gabby suddenly threw her head skyward and swallowed thickly. GLORUP!

In poured Blue Thrush’s protesting head, the chubby cheeks sloshing across inert acids and snout bumping up against wet, slimy walls. He hardly noticed that Gabby had successfully guzzled down his Sugar Cube Corner-enhanced belly, its round, flabby form sinking down her gullet and bulging out her neck. His legs kicked and flailed even more now that he was in the belly of the beast, though any useful protest died when the legs found themselves wedged under his own protruding pony rear, snugly sliding between an active griffon tongue that lapped up to his butt cheeks to really soak in his obese flavor. “N-noooo! Gabby please stooop! Don’t eat me don’t eat meeee!” Blue Thrush’s words only reached his own ears, though. What left the confines of the belly were nothing more than muffled, garbled sounds, overpowered by the noises of the activating gut eager to digest fresh pony meat. Gabby wasn’t paying attention to her meal at this point anyway, having largely secured Blue Thrush, leaving nothing but the knees of his hinds sticking out under two big blue cheeks, naught but a purple tail able to swish for help, slobber slithering down and into his juicy crevice. Gabby rolled her eyes in pleasure, folding her large avian tongue into that crevice to start hooking the last of her wonderful meal inward. “Mmfmfrrrrmmph!” Blue wailed, flicking his tail wildly as a last, desperate attempt at salvation… until even that found its way into Gabby’s insatiable jaws: The thick fluffy thing burrowed inward above Blue’s rear, just as the beak had smacked open to swallow more of the fat pony. Nothing but the base of the tail could be seen idly wriggling, Blue utterly and completely stuck, forced to wait for his imminent demise at the claws of an engorged griffon.

Gabby spent several minutes slurping and salivating over the best part of her meal, gradually working in the thick pony hips one little gulp at a time. “Mmmmmmm,” she groaned, the tip of her tongue squirming through bunched up fat portions of Blue’s butt. The stallion squeezed deeper into the stomach, already turning over on himself and becoming more inundated with stomach fluids than saliva, taking short raspy breaths as he was continually gulped down. He winced every time Gabby crunched her beak down against his flabby butt, though wasn’t prepared for her last great effort: The griffon clenched her eyes shut, Gabby squishing her beak closed with a great force, SCHLRKing in the rest of Blue Thrush’s ass. Gabby’s cheeks bulged across a sprawling smile, and wobbled as Blue cried from deep in her belly.  Her eyes were barely open, the griffon in pure bliss while giving in to carnivorous instincts (and being a great size to exploit the little ponies of Equestria in particular). Blue’s heart pounded as he felt the tongue glide across his butt cheeks one last time before going inert. His eyes widened in the darkness of the groaning stomach when he realized what was coming next, being unable to stop it:

Gabby planted down on all fours and tipped her head up, clenching her eyes and swallowing the plump Pegasus pony whole. GLURK! “Hooo…. OOORRP!” Blue’s muffled whines fell on deaf ears, Gabby panting and licking her chops while the bloated pony bulges slurched down and settled noisily between her legs, bulging out her sides and under her own ass. SLORSH! Her tail was up and swishing in delight, Gabby putting a paw to one of her squirming, burbling sides and gently caressing her belly that now contained the devoured squealing Blue Thrush. “Ooooh Blue, you were the fattest… hic… most scrumptious pony I’ve eaten yet!” Gabby sighed serenely and gently floated down onto her side, one hind in the air propped by her large, gurgling stomach, the other poking out beneath. Her lazily-swishing tail dangled past the cloud and she gently guided a claw up and down the side of the protruding mass. “Can’t wait to see if I top your taste! But that certainly won’t be for a while. Mmf… Even at this size you take up quite a bit of room.” Gabby slowly smacked her beak some more, gazing lovingly at her belly pancaked out across the cloud.

“S-somepony… A-anypony!” Blue cried out, Gabby hearing nothing but muffled nonsense among the active groans. “G-Gabby actually ate me alive! Heeelllp!” The blue Pegasus was mashed up against himself in the tight squishy wet confines, however, and could barely move. His head was pushed down against his own fat stomach that was pushed up under his chin, all compressed against the rear of the griffon stomach. The rest of him was bundled up tightly, with fores against his side, hinds and rear pushed against the back of his own gut. His fur, tail hair, and feathers were soaking and mingling with the now-itchy stomach fluids fast-crawling up and around him on all sides. GRRRBLE… GLRT! Gabby started massaging into her belly, feeling like doing absolutely nothing else but sleeping her meal off, and Blue felt every compression and massage from those too-big griffon claws.

The ensuing rubs and natural process of digestion were kicked up a notch as time ticked on, Blue still fighting for his life after having been devoured whole. The thick splotchy bulges across Gabby’s gut continued to burble loudly, occasional sloshes mixed in when Blue managed to struggle more than a few millimeters at a time. Gabby was half-asleep and hardly thinking about her digesting meal at this point, however, instead wondering who to go after once Blue Thrush was nothing but fat. The Pegasus writhed weakly throughout all this, his own consciousness steadily fading, with the belly walls constantly pressing into him and more acids pouring in by the minute. He was nearly submerged when the belly walls scrunched tightly around him, the horrified Blue hearing another distant belch escaping the sated griffon.

Hours passed. Afternoon was fading into evening now. Gabby’s head was rested on the soft cloud as her belly diligently digested the tubby Pegasus pony way. Blue Thrush, already hanging by a thread, was soon after taken completely by the unyielding gurgles and churns. “Mmmf!… M-mfff…” GLUUUUURRRG! Through the course of the rest of the day, obvious bulges melted into one malleable mass of soft pudge, Gabby digesting her devoured meal with ease. Her legs were still propped around her noisy belly as if hugging against a body pillow, thighs still separated by the much-softer bulges protruding. It took a while, and the belly’s workings grew to a fever pitch in terms of volume. Normally such a ruckus would keep Gabby awake, but the energies pouring into digesting such a large dinner were keeping her state of near-sleep, not minding them at all.

The blubbery remains of Gabby’s meal, bloating out her belly and more, gradually receded to a degree. The griffon’s thighs and ass picked up the bulk of the pudge, though there was quite a paunch remaining when all was said and done. It was fully night by the time she grew out of her food coma. She looked down at what remained of Blue thrush: A still sagging stewing belly lay there before her, which she squished into. There was definitely nothing left as she was able to squish into her tummy quite a lot, squishing the fat about. She chuckled and picked at her beak with a claw, removing a stray purple or blue hair. Gabby smacked her lips and slowly rolled onto all fours, stretching like any good feline would: She lifted her Pegasus-enhanced butt upward and head downward, arced her tail over her back (having to spread her hinds to support her still-bulging soft belly), and yawned loudly. Even when standing back upright, the bottom of her grey, furry belly still scraped the cloud, and one look back at her hips told her she could woo any hapless pony with her assets at this point.

Whether they would be good for anything more than a meal, she’d doubt, but chuckled at the thought nevertheless.

“Thanks for showing me true friendship, Blue Thrush,” she taunted, before stretching her wings out and shaking vigorously, sending the plump griffon’s middle and backside jiggling. The large, fattened Gabby then casually leaped from the cloud and let her big wings drift her off under the moonlight, back to home where she’d make sure the effects of the potion were permanent. And to plan for future equine meals.

“More friends will be joining you soon!”