The pain from her wing had gotten to her. That combined with there only being one guard led Skyheart to throw caution to the wind. “Fuck subtle.” Those zebras had royally pissed her off and she wasn’t going to depart without teaching them a lesson. Skyheart about-faced from the rickety door of the hut and plowed into it with a kick that sent her pudgy buttcheeks jostling. The door fell apart into splinters and startled the dozing-off zebra guarding her. Before he could reach for the spear that rested by his side the pegasus was on him with blows to his head. The mare snarled as she took him down, the tribal zebra slumping unconscious from the sudden vicious onslaught.

“That’s what you all get for kidnapping me,” the pirate snarled. She looked around and saw no zebra coming to his aid, so she decided to further punish the knocked-out equine. Licking her lips, she hefted up his hindlegs, the striped butt near her face. “And you, my lazy former guard, are my meal ticket.” Skyheart’s jaws craned opened and she shoveled in his legs, up to the knees, moaning at the exotic flavor. She grew lost in her feeding, so much so that she didn’t catch the sight or sound of shadows and hooves looming behind her. Skyheart took her first swallow when three other zebras pounced and forcefully pulled her away from their fellow zebra. Skyheart squawked as her meal was ripped from her gullet, the dripping hinds splayed on the ground to leave the unconscious zebra moaning. “Bastards!” she cursed, writhing in their combined grips uselessly. “Let me go this instant!” These zebras, however, fully-awake and with solid leverage, didn’t give the copper pegasus an inch. Skyheart swore and struggled, bodily dragged along the ground towards the center of camp.

The sun was just starting to set when Skyheart ate dirt, thrust to the ground with several forehooves pressed against her back and head. She could hear foreign speech from them all, seemingly debating what to do with her. “Let me up!” she suggested harshly, though the only response she got was her cheek being pressed rougher into the ground. A moment later, the fat pony found herself once more in the rough grasp of several zebras, hefted up off the ground completely. Grunts were exchanged as the heavy pony was lifted, leaving Skyheart to try and wriggle free. The zebras had her wings well-ensnared, though, leaving the doughy pegasus to jiggle uselessly. Her eyes widened when she saw where they were leading Skyheart: A large pit of fire simmering away, and a large black cauldron peacefully placed above it. “Hey… Stop!” she said, writhing about some more. Her commands did nothing to stop the zebras from leading her to the oversized cooking pot. Not even her sudden shriek of despair seeing the simmering juices within.

Skyheart was unceremoniously chucked into the cauldron headfirst, going under water that was already at the level of a typical hot tub. Her jiggling rear end stuck out a moment before she flailed her legs and oriented herself, gasping for breath and clinging to the lip. “Get me out of here!” Skyheart shouted, much more panicked than before. But several speartips near her face forced the quivering mare to fall silent, soaking in the seasonings and bubbling water around her. Her mass threatened to make the cauldron overflow as she sat stock still with the threat of being skewered imminent. “I gotta try something!” she cursed to herself, but she knew it would take far too much time to crawl free.

There the copper pegasus sat for several minutes, the heat gradually increasing. Sweat poured from the chubby pony’s body, adding a salty flavor to the stew. The other zebras stood silently until a heavy hoofstep thudded throughout the encampment. Skyheart flinched as the guards began banging the spear handles to the ground, in time to the stomps. “Wh-what are you primitive morons doing??” Skyheart demanded, her answer arriving the very next instant: A zebra sporting many shiny gems and golden hoops about her body and more still dangling from piercings lumbered into view. Her bloated striped body jiggled with every step taken, tail flicking back and forth as she looked down at the other tribal zebras with the air of royalty. “F-fuck...” Skyheart ogled as the zebra that was easily twice her size walked up to the provided cauldron. The chieftess’ jewelry jingled as she looked down at Skyheart as… nothing more than a piece of meat. The silent grounds filled with the sound of smacking lips, a slow grin spreading on the large zebra’s face. “F-fuck no… Please...”

The chieftess suddenly spoke in a volume rivaling the Royal Canterlot Voice, addressing the entire tribe. Skyheart didn’t understand a word, but could see the hunger quivering in the zebra’s eyes. And when the last words died away, they were punctuated with the sound of an eager grumble from her stomach. One that lasted several seconds. “Shit!” Skyheart backed away a few inches, the stew she was a part of sloshing about and spilling over the rim some. The large zebra waited for it to settle before barking out a harsh order. Skyheart cried out in fear when she felt the heated cauldron suddenly hefted up and propped onto a wooden platform. The mare turned to see more zebras standing at the ready at a couple posts that stuck out from it, ready to lift at the chieftess’ signal. “No, please!”

The zebras lifted, grunting and using their legs and backs. They didn’t care who or what was in the cauldron: It was supper for their great chieftess! Skyheart’s attention turned back to the zebra, who stared hungrily at the prepared Skyheart Stew. The pegasus barely felt the heated water sting against her body, despite the heat, all attention focused on the muzzle that was slowly opening to guzzle down the stew in one go. “No, don’t eat me, I’m not your supper or sacrifice you got the wrong mare!” Skyheart scrabbled against the insides of the cauldron, but the inner walls were coated with some non-stick substance, sending her head splashing under the tasty stew and banging her chin against the edge. She saw two mouths open in sync with one another as her eyes swirled. “S-stop, don’t eat me, I-I’m Captain Skyheart...” she mumbled, hearing the vat of liquid starting to pour out of the cauldron and into the awaiting jaws. GLOURP! GLURK! GLUP! Powerful open-mouth swallows devoured the tasty fluid and drew the big fat pony towards the edge of the cauldron a bit at a time. “NOOOOOOO!!!!” a high-pitched wail escaped from Skyheart as her head slid over the edge and into the awaiting zebra’s jaws.

Slimy saliva drizzled over the mare’s mane and face, it distinctly standing out from the slopping stinging hot stew that flowed around and past her. Skyheart’s terrified wails fell on deaf ears as she bore witness to the gobs of fluid sinking into the gullet in batches. Her own ears flinched at every GLURP! and GULK! she heard. All-too-quickly the squealing Skyheart’s head found itself in the same position as the stew, shoveled effortlessly down into the gullet and squeezed painfully. “MppphhMMMMPPH!!!” GLOURRRK! The chieftess’ murred in delight as Skyheart’s fat body slid in between her jaws up to her chest. She held up a hoof and the cauldron stopped being tipped, the zebra closing her jaws slowly around the squealing plump pirate pony and grinding her teeth and tongue into her flab. Skyheart’s forelegs were jammed up against her sides and useless, with her hinds and shaking backside splashing around the still-tipped cauldron, making a lot of noise but doing nothing to facilitate her escape. Then, without warning, her consumption resumed. Another series of ULP, URLK, GULP, SCHLURRRKs ate more of Skyheart, with her chest squeezed tightly down the squelching throat and pushing her head up against the zebra’s sphincter.

SQULLLLLLCH– SPLOSH! The sphincter’s wet contraction allowed the terrified Skyheart to plunge headfirst into a slimy pool of stomach fluids and stew, as the chieftess made another signal to resume the pouring. Swaths of boiling liquid flowed past her squished-up stomach and down the throat, flooding the stomach all around her and not giving the mare a moment’s chance of recovery in the pitch-black belly. Her screams from the outside sounded muffled and underwater with how much the chieftess was gobbling down, a copper pony ass hanging from her craned-open jaws. The Zebra’s eyes closed in pleasure as she gave a new signal, cauldron tipping back to its neutral position. Skyheart kicked her hindlegs in pure terror when she felt them slip free from the pot and dangle in the air, her jiggling buttcheeks and flailing doughy body sending bits of stew everywhere. The large tribal zebra slowly tipped backwards and, with the help of several of her tribe, was gently laid to the ground on her back. She rested there for a solid minute letting Skyheart’s butt protrude from her jaws as she explored every inch of that flabby copper pony with her thick, drooling tongue.

When the tasting was over, Skyheart could barely breathe. Upside-down and in a belly nearly stuffed with stew and stomach acid, the chieftess opted to finish her meal. She craned her jaws wide open and allowed two zebras to fold the rest of the largely-limp pegasus pony into those jaws, folding Skyheart’s legs under her stomach and shoving forcefully: GLURP! This sent the mare into her last frenzy, shaking her jiggly ass back and forth as a pitiful means of protest, with zebra jaws sloppily squeezing up against it. Several small swallows pulled Skyheart’s griffon-padded gut down into the throat, GLUP ULK ULP!, leaving her buttcheeks squished in the mouth with jaws clacking shut ahead of them. What inches remained of her tail were slurped in without a thought, tongue exploring up into the crevice of the squealing Skyheart’s tender buttcheeks. After a few slow, elongated tastes, the zebra finished Skyheart off: She tipped her chin up, neck exposed to the tribe as she went GLURRP, GLOORRRK, URRRLP… GLURRRRK!, swallowing Skyheart alive and whole. Her visible buttcheeks bulged the neck out and sent the jewelry jingling again, the outlined squealing pony’s form disappearing into the gut with a loud SLURSH.

The sun had set, and the chieftess’ meal was complete. With her legs splayed the tribal zebras approached from all sides and sank their hooves into her striped, gurgling, noisy belly. Skyheart felt every hoof as torture, rubbing into her body as the stinging stew and sizzling stomach acids were rubbed into her body. Her last scream was more of a whimper due to the lack of air, the fat copper pegasus being rubbed out of existence by  the loyal zebras of the tribe. The chieftess uttered out several belches as Skyheart churned away, expelling saliva, bits of stew, fur and air. Her tail lay flat against the ground, leaving her tailhole and snatch visible to the tribe at large. A loud phrrrrrrt escaped the satisfied chief’s ass as her tongue hung out in bliss.

Hooves sank deeper and deeper into her flabby stomach, until Skyheart’s body gave and there was nothing more to press into. The once-powerful pirate pony was nothing more than bubbling slop in the stomach of a large zebra chieftess, zebra fat sagging out over her sides and leaving her sated for a couple days, at least. Once the pegasus was nothing more than fat, the zebra had her tribe roll her onto a primitive palanquin, and carried her along back to her chambers. Her still-burbling belly sagged over the edge as her tail flicked along, still licking her lips at the taste of pony.

Skyheart’s search for treasure led her to discover quite the voracious tribe. She’d’ve fit right in to such a group, but instead ended up fitting into the chieftess and ending up as fat dangling off a zebra’s rear end instead!

Bad End