Swift Sketch licked his lips. Two plump, delectable mares were splayed on the ground before his hooves, their legs stretched out in all directions. Butterscotch, a golden-furred pegasus, moaned, eyes half-lidded. The bat pony beside her, Sugar Rush, groaned similarly. Was the stallion that invited them over for supper lording over them or was it her imagination? Butterscotch, too, wondered what had put her in such a sorry state. All three had sat down for dinner, enjoying a scrumptious salad, with dressing croutons, the works. All three had eaten their fill, with Swift promising a most filling main course to follow. Moments later everything went black for both mares. The two hadn’t realized that the stallion actually ate nothing at all, the two all-too-eager to dig into their own meals to notice. The laced lettuce had done the two ponies in, leaving them too woozy to fight back. Not even as a hungry chubby stallion stood right in front of them, licking his lips, his stomach growling eagerly.

“Uhn...” Butterscotch rubbed at her head, looking up with bleary eyes. “N-no...”

“D-don’t...” Sugar Rush in particular knew exactly the position she was in. The same she’d subjected many a pony to in her life of devouring scrumptious equines. She briefly looked to her side, seeing Butterscotch shiver, also understanding. Their legs felt like lead, any attempts to move out of the way or fight back fruitless. The two mares whined weakly in protest as Swift gave their faces a few long, drool-inducing licks. The stallion’s dilemma was quite simple: Which one should he eat first?

“S-stop...”

“Ugh… D-don’t eat me...”

Moments ticked by with each mare tasting as good as the other. Another roaring growl from his stomach forced Swift to decide. A figurative light bulb went off over his head. The two mares squeaked when their cheeks were pressed together, Swift dragging his tongue across both their snouts at once. He smacked his lips in thought, then smiled. “Perfect.” He rubbed his hooves together then lashed then down right at Butterscotch, who uttered a fitful cry. She was chosen! Sugar Rush sighed in relief… until she felt the heavy weight of the limp pegasus dragged over her own fat inert body. The two mares babbled weakly in protest as one ended up atop the other, the double-decker mare established. Swift ogled at the two, touring around the prone, limp ponies. Their plump bellies splayed as their legs dangled and lay to their sides, with Butterscotch’s pressed weakly into Sugar Rush’s rear end. Their juicy rumps made Swift’s stomach growl hungrily, and he couldn’t help but sneak a taste of them as he strolled around. The resulting quivering made his belly growl louder, the jiggling bodies looking too good to pass up.

Swift didn’t wait any longer. He clip-clopped back into the mares’ vision and lowered his front, jaws widening. Sugar Rush and Butterscotch gasped in unison seeing the large stallion maw greeting them, Swift Sketch flicking his tongue and tail in anticipation. He reached forward with fore legs and greedily shoveled their muzzles straight into his wide, dripping jaws, taking them both in at the same time.

“Stop Swift!”

“D-Don’t eat me!”

CHOMP! SQRSH! GLP GLP!

Swift’s jaws clamped down around the two mares’ heads, slurping in their manes and squeezing his jaws around their malleable forms. Thick swallows began pulling them down his gullet, which stretched to accommodate both of them at once. Butterscotch scrunched her eyes closed and denied reality as she was swallowed. Sugar Rush was being crushed under the fat weight of the pegasus, groaning and trying to catch her breath as pony saliva worked its way into their fur coats. Swift didn’t hesitate, gulping and swallowing loudly, forcing the mares’ heads, shoulders, and chests down his greedy throat, four fores bulging out the neck right after. One or two bumps appeared in the swollen earth pony neck, the two ponies fighting for their lives as they were getting devoured.

Swift’s jaws nearly unhinged as Butterscotch’s and Sugar Rush’s doughy bellies squelched into his jaws, the stallion keeping his eyes open and focused down on plump pony asses stacked just inches in front of his muzzle. Neither mare could get an angle to protest or kick their hinds, both hanging limp, free to be enjoyed by the hungry stallion eating them alive. Swift kept all four hooves firmly planted, feeling the fat ponies slip between his fore legs and start to squelch noisily into his stomach. He ground around his double mare meal, tongue compressed under Sugar Rush’s stomach fur, jaws squishing, bouncing against the squishy ponies’ bodies to eke out all their flavor. Butterscotch peeked her eyes open just in time for her and Sugar Rush’s heads to squeeze fulling into the bloating-out stomach, the mare letting out a weak whimper. Sugar Rush stayed silent, though kept squirming and struggling, trying to fight her way free. Neither words nor actions would free them, though, now that they were at the mercy of Swift Sketch’s ravenous hunger. The two delicious mares were far too tasty for him to give up!

Swift swallowed a few more times, GLK... ULP... GLNK, big pony bellies scrunching tightly down his bulbous throat. His neck fur stood out prominently with his stomach already threatening to press against the floor. Butterscotch’s dock was right by his snout, her tail flicking in feeble protest. Swift murred at the tantalizing aroma, while he simultaneously swiped his tongue up between Sugar Rush’s legs to enjoy her plump butt cheeks and the crevice his tongue got squished between. What a lovely combination of smell and flavor! Swift drooled visibly, some drops trickling down mare legs, others down his chin and to the floor. A hungry grumble from his stomach was followed up by a simultaneous muffled cry from the mares within. His stomach was already starting to bubble to life as he ate the two, and Swift knew it would be a while! He enjoyed his feast further, beginning to chomp around the mounds of butt fat the two mares sported. Sugar Rush whined and Butterscotch whimpered, both feeling their plump derrieres chewed, slathered, slurped at and savored. The remnants of wings – feathered or membranous – were gradually devoured and swallowed inward, leaving a pair of fat butt cheeks, four hind legs, and two swishing tails all dangling from one voracious stallion maw.

Swift Sketch chewed and squished around the mares’ rumps for a little bit, really reveling in their combined flavor. The two ponies being eaten cried out again when their asses sank into the hot, humid pony maw. Swift’s cheeks bulged out mightily with the combined pudginess of two mare butts crowding in. A tangled mess of legs and tails were all that protruded from his jaws at that point, the stallion suckling down his hefty meal with some additional wet gulps. Each loud GLUP and GLORK sent shivers down the mares’ spines as Swift ate them, Butterscotch and Sugar Rush both completely defenseless and too delicious for their own good. Swift slapped his tongue up against their malleable rears one cheek at a time, soaking them in drool and leaving strong, powerful flavors on his taste buds. The mares’ legs and tails slurped into the massive maw and Swift was able to seal his lips shut, groaning in delight.

Then the stallion braced his legs and lifted his head, ignoring the pleads and gurgles down in his gut that was bloated out greatly. He swallowed Butterscotch and Sugar Rush whole, their large butts stretching his neck out to its limit, the stallion licking his lips in the process.

GLORP! GLRK!

The whining mares squeezed down into the expanding stomach of the stallion, sloshing noisily into his churning stomach. Swift’s legs couldn’t touch the ground anymore with his massive stomach elevating him and bulging out in every direction. Swift smacked his lips, tongue running all over them, swishing his tail merrily. The stallion rocked back to the sound of his belly GROOOOing and CHURRRNing, then leaned forward, expanding his jaws wide.

BURRRP!

The two devoured mares felt air robbed from by the massive belch, Swift letting his jaws hang slack and tongue drizzle out. Sugar Rush uttered a whimper as stomach fluids grew around her head, Butterscotch hyperventilating. Neither action was conducive to surviving much longer, as the rising, gurgling stomach acids easily coated their scrunched-together bodies. The two mare butts stuck up, pressing to the stomach walls near the sphincter they entered from, leaving their upper bodies bowed down right in the fluids!

“MMPPPH!!!”

“HLP!”

CHRRRRGLE…

Swift rubbed a free hoof over the massive bulge in his stomach, knowing he wasn’t going anywhere for some time. He massaged whatever little bumps pressed out from the massive sky-blue indents. The mares inside fought against themselves as much as the squelching stomach walls, the combined forces locking them in place as threatening stomach fluids continued to rise. Swift licked his lips and mentally congratulated himself on enjoying such a fine, fatty meal. Sugar Rush and Butterscotch were growing wearier and weaker by the second. They heard another muffled OOOOORRRP from above as the last of their oxygen was robbed from them, the stomach secreting so much fluid that they could barely keep their snouts above level anyway. In the pitch black darkness of the stallion’s stomach, the two fat mares burbled and sank below the greedy, tingling, stinging stomach fluids. From the outside Swift heard the concert of his belly play its best hits. From GROWLGLE to GLORP to BLURRRRRN. The familiar, satisfying sounds of digestion, and the amount of effort going into it, made Swift yawn loudly. He clapped his lips together and wiped his maw, brushing away a few strands of fur. Using his gurgling belly as a massive mattress, he rested his head down against the glorping mass. He felt Butterscotch or Sugar Rush, he wasn’t sure which, twitch and fidget, plump butt cheeks unwittingly giving Swift a little more of a pillow as he digested the pair.

Swift was out like a light. A huge meal and the soothing sounds burbling out from his belly was more than enough to send him to dreamland in mere minutes, in which he had lots of entertaining dreams about the two ponies he ate. Jiggly rumps teasing at him, only for the stallion to eat them alive, in various ways. Swift slept right there on the floor through the evening, night, and most of the morning, dreams fading in and out in the process. One could hear the powerful stomach do its job if they were close enough to Swift’s home, but the stallion slept through it all. The many bulges around his body congealed and smoothed out into a soft mass of round pudge, which slowly began to disseminate throughout Swift’s body. The churning groans quelled long after the sun rose, though still occasionally snuck in with a blrp here and there.

Swift awoke to find himself comfortably curled on the ground, torso rolled to its side. His stomach still had quite the paunch, very soft and splayed along the floor, and would hang about knee level when he would stand. After a groan and a weak stretch he did so, struggling to all fours. His soft belly sloshed and swayed to a stop, legs much thicker than before. Looking back at himself, he blushed, noticing two things: His butt stuck out prominently, each cheek chock-full of mare fat, the pudgy rear jiggling with most motions or tail flicks.

The other thing he noted was his erection. The stallion, rock-hard from his dreams of the two mares servicing him, was too much to ignore. Swift eagerly waddled into his bedroom and let his heavy-set body crash onto the mattress, the fully-digested mares adding the bulk of their weight to his own and making the springs groan in protest. Swift wormed his way to prop himself up on the headboard, comfortably resting against some pillows. His eager cock twitched in the cold air. He began to pant and jerk himself off, pressing the throbbing erection up against his sloshy underbelly, it sagging over either side of his member. The dreams were vivid pictures in his mind, and his belly occasionally gurgled, reminding him of the hot meal he had the night before. After a particularly loud gurgle, his lips parted and Swift ripped out a loud, window-shaking BOOURRRRRRP. He moaned as saliva, feathers, and a splotch of fur splatted to the floor, sending him over the edge. Hot streams of cum splurted out his spasming member as his ball sac scrunched in time to them, the stallion decorating his bed spread with his hot, sticky jizz. He jerked himself furiously, pressing the cock up against his warm, soft belly, some splurts catching stomach fur and clinging. Finally the gouts of seed subsided, Swift letting his hooves fall limp, the pony in a daze and panting, enjoying the bliss that could only arise from a big meal and a good orgasm.