“This stinks,” Skyheart complained to herself as she traipsed through the increasingly humid jungle. Soil stuck to her hooves with them sinking into the damp ground, staining around her ankles and leaving an obvious trail behind her. She pressed onward in continuation of her plan to be the first to scout the treasure, doing her best to ignore a stench that had been growing for the past hour. The wildlife’s noisiness, at least, had tapered off, with only the occasional bird scree or frog croak sounding every now and then.

“This wouldn’t be a bad place to hide the treasure. What with this swamp stink and all keeping any prying eyes away,” she mused. Skyheart desperately wanted to take wing and soar over the increasingly-damp mud, but she didn’t want to chance injuring her wing further. That, she had quickly decided, would only be done in a life-or-death situation, as with her escape from the Wind Runner.

The plump pegasus pressed forward, the smell getting worse and the air getting thicker. She stopped only when her stepping hoof sank half a foot into a swampy mess, the mare nearly tripping into the muck. “Oh for crying out loud!” she yelled. Skyheart twisted her leg back and forth until her hoof squelched free from the swamp water, dripping in muddy filth. She shook it dry and surveyed the area. Water was all around her, and it seemed to be as bad as the puddle she just sank into. The pegasus sighed and was really missing her wings as she plunged into the mess, assuming the swampy waters wouldn’t last long.

She was half-right. Skyheart noisily sloshed through the lily pad-dotted water for ten minutes before seeing the other end. “Finally,” she complained, the wet noises of hooves peeling away from mud drowned out by the ever-increasing croaks of frogs. Skyheart folded her ears back and grumbled. The hard walk was making the croaking really get on her nerves.

Skyheart nearly made it to the end when the croaking reached a fever pitch. “Shut up!” she yelled, heaving pent-up breaths and baring her teeth at the swamp at large. The pegasus pony paused and lifted an ear. The frogs seemed to have listened to her, with nary a croak to be heard. Skyheart smirked and nodded to herself. “That’s more like it.” She went to move again and found her rear hoof unable to move. Skyheart blinked and tried her others: Standing still to scream at the frogs had left her stuck!

“Damn it!” she cursed. Skyheart needed at least one leg free to pull another out. She tried pulling herself free for a minute, building up a sweat, then after a large grunt, gave up and panted. “Stupid swamp...”

RIBBIT! Skyheart flinched at the sound of a booming guttural noise. It thrummed again, making the water quiver about her ankles. Skyheart’s head was on a swivel. “The hell?” she vocalized. A third croak rumbled across the water, followed by a thud that made the stuck mare nearly lose her balance. Skyheart brought her head up and scanned, another thud, closer this time, quaking the swamp water severely. “Who’s there?”

Skyheart got her answer as a frog bounced into view. One that was about her height and twice as wide. RIBBIT! Skyheart’s hears flicked as it bounced closer, not 10 meters away, poised on the dry land. She gawked at the large amphibian, it taking keen notice of the stuck pony. Skyheart didn’t like the look it was giving her. “Shoo!” she shouted, fanning her uninjured wing at the frog.

The monstrous creature’s neck pulsed, remaining stoic and unphased. It leaned its head closer to the water, eyes focused intently on the copper pegasus. Skyheart’s chest began to pound. “Oh no, no you don’t!” she declared. The frog, however, had decided the opposite. Its maw slowly opened, massive slabs of slobber connecting its amphibious lips. Gobs of drool pooled out from inside its maw over its body and to the ground. The frog hadn’t just been looking at Skyheart, clearly: It’d been drooling, seeing such a fat, trapped morsel, ripe for the taking!

“No! Stay back! Stay–” SPLAT “–bmfff!” Skyheart’s eyes bulged from their sockets as a wide slobbery tongue flung from the frog’s mouth and slapped to her muzzle. Sticky saliva glued her muzzle shut, Skyheart barely able to breathe through her snout. “Mmfff!!” she cried, bravado lost as she bore witness to the enormous, gaping mouth that hung open before her. Skyheart flared her wings, ignoring her injuries, and flapped them as hard as they could. Pain raced through one wing while the frog’s tongue began to pull. The combined action started lifting her up out of the swamp water… The mare’s body leaned into the pull of the tongue.

An elongated squelch announced Skyheart’s freedom from the swamp, hooves stained with goopy mud as the mare was helplessly dragged along. Her eyes managed to grow wider still as the thick tongue pulled. The mare’s fat belly compressed against the ground with her legs all behind her, feathers lost as she continued flapping her wings in sheer panic. The frog’s breath, wet and stale, buffeted the copper pony when she was inches away from the gaping, dripping maw. A muffled shriek was heard when Skyheart’s head was pulled past the rubbery lips, it cutting off when those lips squeezed closed around her head and shoulders. The mare’s world went dark in an instant, goopy gobs of slobber coating her upper body instantly, with slime edging down her chest, towards her pancaked belly. “Help!” she cried, the tongue having pulled off and was busy slithering under her. “Somepony help me! I’m stuck! Let me go you dumb frog…!” 

But the giant amphibian held tight to its fat, squirming meal. Skyheart’s ears rang when she heard a load croak, more saliva filling the muzzle with the tongue poking out under her body. She felt it press against her doughy body, starting to ravel around her torso with no regard to her injuries or comfort. Skyheart squealed when it bent her hurt wing improperly and kept going, the bulbous tip creeping between her legs and slapping itself up against a buttcheek, making it jiggle. The sudden contraction made Skyheart gasp in panic, the tongue now locked all around her body and saturating the pony in saliva. Her wings were glued to her pudgy midsection, but both hindlegs, still free, kicked meagerly. She heard the watery thumps as she connected with the frog’s bulging stomach, but it didn’t do anything to hinder the frog from eating her alive.

“Don’t eat me! Please stop!” she tried, just as the mare’s muzzle pressed against the gullet, the muscle yielding and contracting, revealing the gaping black throat beyond. A muffled whine from the pegasus cut short, replaced with a slimy GLORK as her head and chest disappeared down the gullet. The frog continued mechanically, pleased at the plump meaty flavors Skyheart had to offer, but ultimately sating its hunger above all else. Skyheart’s upper body was squeezed uncomfortably on all sides, another thick GLRP devouring more of the mare whole. She felt the humid air from the environment replaced with a more uncomfortable, messy one, as her pudgy belly squeezed between froggy lips by the clasped tongue. She felt pressure from the bulbous tip especially, it still pressed into one of her cutie marks, revealing her quivering ass and rear holes to the jungle at large. Her legs thumped against the frog’s chin uselessly as it swallowed again, A-GLRK!, her belly completely encompassed within the jaws.

“Help! Somepony! I can’t get free!” Skyheart tried again in vain. She knew nopony was around. Just her, and the frog devouring her whole. She squealed with eyes wide in the blackness when her body began filling out the bloated frog stomach. Her chin slid across stinging stomach fluids, more distant glps and ulks sounding from above and behind. Her hind legs stuck out under her swishing tail as her fat butt was crammed into the muzzle next. Copper cheeks were squished and slurped at as they remained stuck between the jaws for a moment, the frog removing his tongue from the mare as most of her was stuck by this point. Once free, the oozing slobbery muscle wormed its way under Skyheart’s belly, pressing up harshly against it, and snuck between the mare’s legs once more. The mare flailed her legs when she felt the tongue creeping around them, but it was no good: The mindless creature had her hinds and tail trussed up in no time at all.

The frog gulped hard again – GLUK! – Skyheart wheezing has her fat stomach compressed down the throat. She flailed her forelegs about in the stomach, the distended thing bloating out further with every gulp the frog took. It craned its jaws wide open to devour the rest of the pudgy pegasus, the humid air from outside breathing against the visible copper butt. “N-now’s your chance somepony! Pull me out before this dumb frog eats me!” she cried, though her words were nothing but muffles, heard by no-one but the frog itself. It retracted its tongue, Skyheart’s world a daze, filled with small swallowing sounds (glk ulp ulrp) and the stomach fluids beginning to burble and churn. 

The fatty frog tongue retracted fully, Skyheart’s legs pulled under her pudgy rear, tail sinking into her crevice. The pegasus wiggled her butt in vain, feeling that jungle air cut off and hearing the frog jaws squelch shut. “Nooooo!!!” she shrieked, flailing among an ever-growing pile of stomach fluids, the frog tongue slapping up the middle of her ass and anchoring to the dock of her tail. The giant frog polished the squealing mare off with a final slimy GLURRRRK!, Skyheart eaten alive and whole. Her head pressed harshly against the back of the stomach as the rest of her body squeezed in tightly, her asscheeks plainly visible on the front of the stretchy frog belly. The devoured Skyheart couldn’t budge in the tight wet confines of the stomach, the acids already stinging her flesh as the levels rose still.

The frog blinked blandly and croaked, its meal secure, and idly made its way through the jungle. Every hop culminated in a muffled, bubbly squeal from inside its gut, the ever-rising stomach fluids sloshing around and splashing all over Skyheart. The distended frog stomach jostled every which way, with the occasional landing squashing it roughly against the ground, Skyheart writhing in misery. Her visible buttcheeks wiggled as the mare attempted fitful struggles, none of which proved fruitful. The giant frog digested Skyheart in a manner of minutes, settling on a sizable lily pad and resting contently. The bulging buttcheeks melted away, with the gurgling, churning stomach rounding off and splaying loosely over the pad. A particularly loud chrrrrrrrgle rumbled out, and the frog widened its maw to loose a bird-scattering belch. UUUURRRRRRRRRRP! Splotches of copper fur and pegasus bones splattered messily into the swamp.

The frog wiggled some and settled down to sleep, Skyheart nothing but soupy goop in his gut and a mess of bones and fur at the bottom of the water. The former captain of the Wind Runner barely got a chance to start her adventure on Baleful Bay before becoming a resident creature’s bulging meal, serving as nothing more than a few days’ nourishment for the amphibian.

Bad End