Pinkie Pie was positively perky one summer’s day afternoon, proudly pronking alongside one of her newer friends. The pink pony did have a penchant for collecting them, but her heart was genuine and she loved each and every one of her friends. The pudgy earth pony gaily bounced alongside said newer friend, her sugar-fueled stomach and rear jiggling to every connection with the ground, giggling at the latest tale that Gilda rattled off. The formerly grumpy griffon had settled down in recent months, not long after a couple ponies accosted her in her home village. A new leaf had been turned over, and now Gilda didn’t mind the company of ponies – cool or otherwise – in the slightest!

After all, they made for wonderful meals.

Gilda was twice the size of Pinkie Pie at this point, with a paunch to her belly contrasting the otherwise lean form of the griffon. Every pronk of Pinkie brought them eye-level, but the matured griffon stood taller otherwise, a new diet fostered by friendship bringing Gilda up close and personal with so many ponies. Ponies that now served to help Gilda grow, and enjoy a good squirming dinner in the process. Gilda had had her eyes on the annoying pink pony whom she tolerated and genuinely found to be a friend for some time now. Pinkie Pie had only served to become pudgier every time Gilda visited, whose diet consisted mainly of sweets and sugary things, something Equestria seemed to be in abundance of. Today it was time to finally feast on the pony that had been building herself for so long, and Gilda was prepared: She had the perfect spot in mind to lure Pinkie away from prying eyes, and the perfect excuse to go along with it. To top it all off, Gilda hadn’t had a bite to eat all day, and with the afternoon threatening to become evening shortly, a small growl betrayed just how hungry the pronking perspiring pony beside her was making the griffon.

Pinkie Pie hadn’t the foggiest idea what Gilda had in store today. The invitation to “hang out” was rather forward for Gilda, and Pinkie cleared out her schedule just for the occasion. The two had flirted here and there in the past (at least, Pinkie assumed that’s what it was), and the promise of some alone time with Gilda had intrigued the plump earth pony! “Now that you’re here,” Gilda had said, “I got the perfect place for us to chill. I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time Pinkie, and I’m glad you’re giving me the chance.” Pinkie had burst with joy at having won over a formerly-grumpy creature, so much so that she fought down niggling fears and instincts that told her to stave away from griffons as much as possible. Evolution is hard to combat at times, and with Pinkie Pie that was no exception: Griffons were predators, plain and simple, and while they were perfectly omnivorous, a pony would always be a bit skittish around the large creatures known to have hunted ponies in the past.

But that was all in the past, right? Pinkie Pie was completely safe, especially with a friend as trustworthy as Gilda!

The two quadrupeds ambled and pronked along until they ended up in a cozy neck of a forest Pinkie had never been in before. She’d already trekked a fair ways out of Ponyville, but it was worth it: The forest was beautiful, brimming with flowers and buzzing with creatures. “Wow Gilda! This is the perfect place! For… Just about anything!” Pinkie Pie tried not to let her wild imagination get too outrageous, but a sudden, slow lick of her cutie mark completely unleashed it. Gilda purred as she let her avian tongue hang out and slowly drag it up the pony’s haunch, leaving a hot streak of drool in its wake. Pinkie’s tail stood up straight, Gilda grinning at the reaction.

“Mm, you taste pretty good, Pinkie,” Gilda chortled with a smack of her beak. Pinkie shivered, rather insane thoughts running through her head of what the two were about to get up to. Sweat that had nothing to do with pronking made the earth pony glisten, Pinkie’s eye twitching. Another savoring slurp up Pinkie’s opposite flank was all it took for Pinkie Pie to start really getting flustered, feeling a heat blossoming between her hinds, plump cheeks doing little to hide her excitement. The griffon’s stomach gave an eager little gurgle, and eagle eyes were on the pony to see if she noticed. If Pinkie had, she paid it no mind, her own blue eyes rolling up and tongue lolling out.

“I w-wasn’t expecting you to get going this fast Gilda,” Pinkie managed, turning her head and trying to offer a nuzzle to her feathered friend. Gilda extended a broad wing and easily held her at bay, Pinkie giggling as Gilda was clearly playing hard to get. “Feisty too!” Pinkie squealed happily when she felt that beak run up and down her back, little nibbles and what Pinkie mistook for kisses flowing up her body. A griffon claw was planted against her chest and Pinkie let out a sputtering breath as she was whirled around. Gilda settled another claw against Pinkie’s shoulder and held her there, smiling down sinisterly while Pinkie only stared up in awe. Pinkie gradually sat down, squashy rear pancaking across the grass, cutie marks angling upward with her hinds spread. “Gilda...” Pinkie breathed, blushing hotly with eyes bulging. “I don’t know what to say!”

“That’s a first,” Gilda said, leaning down and slurping across a fat pony cheek. Pinkie gingerly reached up with a hoof to feel the hot drool lingering down to her chin… Gilda was really going for it all! Her instincts to be cautious around griffons flew right out the window as Gilda planted a harsh nip of a kiss against her opposite cheek, griffon wings flaring wide before fluttering closed again. “I’ve waited too long for this, Pinkie Pie,” Gilda stated with a lick of her beak. “But now I have a nice fat pony to eat up, all to myself!”

The words barely registered with Pinkie before the gripping claws suddenly shoved Pinkie backward. The shocked mare tumbled head-over-tail and slammed to the ground, belly squashing out much like her rump moments ago. Pinkie was dazed, legs askew, mane and tail aflutter, continuing to blush. “E-eat up?” the pony squeaked, her spread hinds, instead of being dragged out further to provide easy access to her netherlips, were clasped together. Claws yanked and the pony was dragged backwards, Gilda staring straight ahead and the pudgy pony ass she was about to devour. “W-wait!” Pinkie Pie exclaimed as her hind legs were shoved into the eager griffon’s muzzle, sliding across the tongue and already pressing against the slimy gullet. “Gilda what are you doing? Stop!” Gilda chuckled around the hooves of her meal and clenched her eyes shut. GLNK! Pinkie Pie’s stubby hind legs flowed down the griffon gullet easily, and every instinct about griffons Pinkie had flared to life.

“Stop Gilda, you can’t eat me!” Gilda didn’t reply, shoveling more of the fat pony into her beak, opening and closing it on more and more of the pony with each successive tug and swallow. As she anticipated the fat earth pony was positively delightful. The saccharine flavors were immense and drool poured out Gilda’s beak in thick gobs. Her eyes were focused on the prize ahead: A thick pony ass with a glistening mound nestled between the cheeks, it twitching away from the teasing that Gilda had accomplished earlier on. The griffon reached forward and worked her claws into the plush rear before her, Pinkie’s mind alight with confusion as she was being eaten alive, but also pleasured by the attention her rump was receiving. Any fleeting instances of pleasure were dashed, however, when one claw slid up her plush rump and grasped firmly around the base of Pinkie Pie’s tail. The pony let out a fresh cry and flailed it uselessly, Gilda feeling the muscles at the dock twitch and pull. Smiling, she shoveled the tail straight into her yawning beak, it twisting and melding with the nearly-devoured thighs, which were so tightly-compacted that rolls of fat build up where they met Pinkie’s rear.

Pinkie Pie let out a wail of panic when she felt hot slobber dribble down her butt cheeks, thighs ingested, cutie marks framing the beak. That squeal became an uttered groan when her butt delved deeper, an avian tongue lapping between Pinkie’s cheeks and against her wet pussy.

“A-ahhn...” Pinkie Pie was stunned as she was given a good tonguing. This wasn’t a hunt after all… The pony flooded with relief and more as she felt strong claws grip to her pudgy middle. She felt the claws massage into her fur and her doughy pony fat, with the beak continuously squeezing down against the prodigious backside the earth pony owned. Pinkie even stopped kicking around her hinds, which were bound tight and nearly pressed into the growling griffon stomach, letting Gilda have her way. The griffon purred from the exquisite flavors, almost too sweet but balanced out with how much Pinkie had sweat over the journey. The delicious rump bounced in the griffon maw as she chewed lightly, keeping Pinkie Pie occupied and her tongue exploding with flavor by keeping it buried in Pinkie’s butt cheeks. “D-don’t stop...” Pinkie groaned aloud, feeling her nethers ablaze with passion.

Gilda had no intent, a fresh growl lumbering up from her belly, though she wanted to finish her meal in a more relaxed position. Pinkie almost didn’t notice the claws burrowing their way under her stomach, squishing under the fur and turning upright. Then with a grunt, Gilda heaved, lifting her head as she clamped her beak tightly around Pinkie’s waist. The pony let out a squeak as she was suddenly vertical, large griffon claws held to her sides to steady her as Gilda laid back against the grass, legs idle, tufted tail up and swiveling in delight. The big griffon beak loosened then compressed again, thick pony rear jiggling from all the physicality. “O-Ohhhh Gilda,” Pinkie bubbled serenely, her nethers exploding the moment the tongue drifted across her lips again. A slow smile formed around the griffon’s beak when the pony couldn’t help but cum, feminine juices splattering across the muzzle and getting guzzled down past her trapped legs. If it weren’t for the powerful claws holding her in place, Pinkie would have slumped forward as she panted with her eyes rolled and jaws agape in pleasure. “W-wowee...”

Gilda was delighted for the extra seasoning her plump pony meal had gifted her. The juicy rump proved to be a most-enjoyable part of the meal, the most delicious she’d had in quite some time. The big griffon casually rubbed her claws into the doughy flesh of Pinkie’s middle while the pony panted and squeaked. Gilda dragged her tongue out of the crevice of the nearly-devoured pony ass and lathered up each of the fat cheeks in turn, wanting to savor as much of their flavor before sating her hungers. Pinkie Pie came down from her post-orgasm high moments later, starting to think that maybe Gilda should have let her out by now? “Oh Gilda, I think I need just a bit to rest before we go at it again…!” Pinkie said, idly glancing down towards the griffon’s folds to see just how turned on she was.

Gilda wasn’t the least bit aroused, Pinkie saw no evidence of it, but she did catch evidence of something else: Hunger. Just beyond the neck bulge and down to the brown fur, Pinkie Pie saw and heard the belly utter a grrrrrwln… The exhausted pony mind began to whirl, feeling the slick avian tongue half-coil around one thigh than another, giving her butt the most attention. “Gilda…?” Pinkie looked down, seeing sharp griffon eyes staring up at her. Determined. Fierce. The wide beak not smiling, with a thick line of drool – pooled around Pinkie’s plumpness – lining the beak and drizzling down Gilda’s feathered face. “Gilda!” she cried again, just as the beak loosened and Gilda tossed her head back. GLURRRMP! A thick, elongated swallow pulled the pink pony rear deep into the throat, feathered neck bulging wildly with the tips of hind hooves dipping into the stomach. “N-noooo!!!”

The ruse was up. And Pinkie Pie was trapped. Her fat stomach sank down into the slobbering maw and Gilda squeezed around it harshly, driving the wind from Pinkie and silencing her. Claws clamped to either side of the earth pony, fores trapped against her chubby sides. Pinkie Pie grimaces as hooves slithered into the beak, instantly covered in griffon drool, as another big ULK of a swallow dragged the bulk of her legs into the stinging griffon stomach. Rolls of pony fat bunched up against the big griffon beak, half of Pinkie Pie’s plump belly sticking out, the rest taking up all the space in the delighted Griffon maw. Pinkie Pie caught a second wind and squealed, “Don’t eat me, Gilda, pleease!” She clenched her teeth and tried to wrench herself out of those jaws, instincts screaming at her to run, to fight, to resist by any means necessary. A fresh grrrrrble rumbled from Gilda’s belly, which showed the faintest signs of twitching hind legs. Pinkie Pie wailed in terror while Gilda leisurely chomped away at the fat midsection she was eagerly devouring.

Gilda kept her head aloft as she ate Pinkie, beak opening and closing almost subconsciously, letting the tug of gravity deliver Pinkie Pie down her greedy gullet. GLK! “Gilda, stop, please!” Pinkie Pie whined, feeling more of her belly compact into the jaws, and down into the throat proper. Gilda’s tongue was compacted against the stomach fur, more drool leaking down the griffon’s cheeks as the explosive pony flavor was almost too much for the griffon still becoming acclimated with super sweet flavors. “I-I thought we were friends! Th-that we had something more than that building! Gilda!” The griffon happily ignored her prey and continued to eat Pinkie Pie alive. Gilda managed to poke the tip of her tongue out under the beak and press up to what little remained of the belly on the outside, and cupped against it. Purring, Gilda’s beak widened further, and a combination of gravity and a wet, squelching series of ULP ULK GLRPs caused Pinkie Pie to sink deeper into the jaws. Pinkie stared tearfully at her own bulges, her ass and stomach especially noticeable as they flowed down Gilda’s body, neck and chest prominently bulging. It took quite a while for the griffon to get the fat midsection down, but with a final SQLLLK her feathered neck stuck out prominently with the entirety of Pinkie Pie’s belly.

A fresh squeal made Gilda squeeze harshly around the pony’s upper chest. Less than a third of the pony remained protruding, legs completely bound, butt noisily sloshing into the stomach and getting tingly with the active stomach fluids getting to work, head flailing back and forth. The terrified pony sank further still, faster than before. The fattest parts of the pony were already devoured, leaving Gilda to barely have to work at all to complete her meal. “G-G-Gilda!!!” Pinkie repeated over and over whenever she could catch a breath, furry chest sliding across the tongue to the point where Pinkie felt her neck start to get coated in hot drool. Claws shoveled Pinkie’s wild mane inward, pony ears twitching madly as they to entered the beak. Pinkie found it hard to breathe, let alone protest, when her chest and shoulders were swallowed completely (GLMP!), leaving her neck and head pressed to the tongue. Pinkie’s chin slowly crossed the threshold, wide, quivering eyes staring outward. Pinkie’s vision became less attuned to the outside, and more to the squishy innards of the griffon beak. Gilda eagerly lapped all over Pinkie’s face, dousing the pony in yet more drool, sliding the tongue up and around her muzzle, against her snout, across her flinching eyes. Pinkie’s ears were pressed to her skull as her entire head was worked into the yawning beak, not a trace of her on the outside, entire chin perched on the slobbering tongue. “G-Gilda,” Pinkie wheezed, staring outward with the beak-lined view obscured by thick lines of drool bowing down against the pony’s face. “D-don’t… Don’t eat me…!!!”

The beak slammed shut at just that moment, a wheezing muffled squeal escaping. Gilda grinned and wiped her beak of drool as she cupped her tongue against the screaming pony’s face. A lewd, sloshing GLURRRK swallowed Pinkie Pie whole, her pony bulges rapidly squelching down the gullet with nothing more to anchor them. GLK GLP SQLCH SPLCH… SLORSH! Gilda belched thickly, pink fur and slobber splattering to her engorged belly, as she guided her claws over the squirming squealing stomach bulges. “Ahhh, right where you belong, Pinkie.” A muffled “hllllp!” escaped the stomach before a powerful GLORP overpowered it.

Pinkie Pie was short of breath, sealed completely away in the confines of the belly. Her body was arched, with her butt hanging over her head and pressed up against the top of the stomach, leaving her tail – soaked with saliva and fluids – draped over her. A plump stomach proved more encumbering with it sprawled out and leaving Pinkie Pie little room to breathe and no room to move. She could only pound her hinds up against the roof of the belly, as thick noisy acids continue to rise around her slowly. “Help me somepony! Gilda ate me! Heeelllp!” To her surprise, the eaten pony got a response. A rumble followed up with another powerful belch, driving a lot of air from the stomach and the walls scrunching in around her.

Pinkie heard the reply after, quite muffled but completely audible. “You’re one of the best ponies I’ve had yet. Must’ve been that fat ass you lugged around all the time. Well it’s mine now, along with the rest of you!” Gilda laughed and licked her beak, starting to work her claws deeply into her own bulging, swollen belly. Pinkie grimaced at the taunts and against the rough squeezes and pressure from the talons on the outside. Gilda paid special attention to the pony rear that was thinly outlined along her brown fur, Pinkie unable to stop the griffon from massaging deeply into it, bending Pinkie more fiercely and causing great discomfort. “Mmpph MMMPHH!!!” CHRRRN… BLRP. Gilda camped out in the forest for quite some time after eating Pinkie, the heavy meal threatening to put Gilda to sleep for quite some time. But the griffon remained aroused, lazing along the grass and rubbing and kneading into her own gut. Pinkie Pie strained and whimpered in the pitch-black fleshy prison, waves of stomach fluids splashing all over her, digestion really beginning to take its toll. All the pony could do was mumble and whine, feeling the stinging fluids encapsulate her completely and dribble away just enough to let her still draw breath. The well-fed griffon swished her thick, tufted tail along the ground now, her legs spread due to her new-found girth, the rest of the afternoon disappearing into evening as Gilda digested her pony meal in earnest.

After an hour or so, a still-sputtering Pinkie Pie made the thick griffon belly wobble about. Powerful churns escaped the chamber, with Gilda – who’d nearly fallen asleep – sitting up straight as another belch was ripped from her beak. Slimy drool and splotches of pink pony fur splattered to the ground. Clapping her beak satisfyingly, Gilda rolled over to her side. Her engorged stomach slopped noisily against the ground, a muttered cry sounding out from within. Gilda grunted and managed to get onto all fours, her stomach sagging down and brushing along the tips of grass as it eventually swayed to a stop. GLORSH! SLSH! CHRRRRGLE. Digestion kept Gilda company as she worked to stretch stiff wings, moving on to stretch her middle, butt in the air with tail flicking, as she let out a yawn. “Time to get home before it gets too dark,” she mumbled to herself, chuckling at the squirming bulge in her jiggling belly. “Take it easy, Pinkie. Not like you have to do any work. Just lay there and digest, giving me more fat to work off later.”

“Hlp… mmff...” Grrrlt…

Gilda laughed and smacked her stomach tauntingly, another bubbling churn resulting in another soft burp. “That’s right, Pinkie. You’re mine now. Doomed to be pudge… Not that you’re a stranger to fat, seeing how obese you ended up being.” Another whimper. “What, don’t like the truth?” Gilda sneered, spreading her wings and taking flight, stomach swaying heavily with every flap of her wings. “You make a much better meal than a friend. Won’t have to eat for a couple days at least!” Gilda casually climbed in altitude with the swaying mass of digesting pony sagging. Gilda’s hinds remained spread, resting against the fat digesting meal, the bulges sticking out under her own rear end and jiggling as she flew. “Least you got to go out with a bang. Can’t say the same about others I’ve eaten. Some managed to fight harder too… It’s almost like you were enjoying yourself!”

A shrill whine told Gilda that the opposite was, in fact, true, Pinkie barely clinging to consciousness. Gilda kept up a steady stream of insults as she floated up and out of the forest and across Equestrian plains, not a single pony glancing skyward to see a fat griffon mumbling apparently to herself. Gilda occasionally rubbed at her stomach, the churns and gurgles soon the only thing rebutting against all the insults flung Pinkie Pie’s way. Gilda smiled, knowing the annoying pink pony was toast. Said smile morphed into a yawn as her journey continued, and the griffon had to concede that Pinkie Pie was such a big, hefty meal that she’d have to sleep it off before getting back home. She glanced about the skies for any pony-proffered clouds, eventually locating a nice, thick, soft one ambling about to the whims of the winds. Gilda held her wings wide and glided gently to its surface, landing on all fours with a sway of her rounder, softer stomach. “This’ll do,” she yawned, allowing herself to simply spread her legs out and belly-flop into the softness. Her gurgling fat stomach nestled deep into the cloud, with the bottom half of it breaking through the vapors and becoming visible out the bottom. Her four legs were splayed across the softness, head joining them, as she yawned again and closed her eyes. Gilda fell asleep nearly-instantly, butt in the air, tail swishing, soft stomach burbling away through the night.

Gilda awoke late the next morning, to a loud GLORRRN from her stomach. She awoke with a smack of her beak, and had to work a bit to wiggle out of the cloud she’d embedded her large stomach in. When she managed, she repeated the previous night’s stretching, a plumper rear having cheeks that jiggled as much as the sagging stomach she still had – albeit much smaller and softer than the night before. In fact, Gilda was sure there wasn’t a part of her that wasn’t a bit pudgier, having completely digested Pinkie Pie overnight. She made to make a snide remark when something burbled up her throat. Expecting this, Gilda casually turned to the side, and… URRRRRRAAAAP! A slobber- and fluid-coated pellet, boneless and containing thick gooey splotches of pink fur and pinker hair, tumbled from the cloud down to earth, eventually splattering and creating quite a mess in a random plain of Equestria. Gilda wiped her beak and chuckled, watching the undigested remnants of the fat earth pony fall to earth. “Ahh… Pinkie Pie was right. Friends are the best things a griffon could ask for.” Without so much as a glance back at her larger, pudgier self, Gilda sprung from the cloud and took flight. She was certain her new assets would prove well in attracting a real mate – not a whimpering pony – although using it as bait certainly worked with Pinkie.

“Got all of Equestria wrapped around my little claw,” Gilda laughed, soaring happily into the morning sunlight, full-to-bursting with energy that the sugar-filled Pinkie Pie had unwillingly bequeathed.