Title:           An Excellent Source of Potassium [Vore]
Author:          Inebrias
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First Edit:      Sunday 25th of October 2015 01:32:02 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Sunday 25th of October 2015 01:56:47 AM CDT

        "Welp, it's time for a lunch break!" Pinkie Pie unceremoniously compressed a tiny, protesting Gilda back into the depths of her cavern, and trotted her way to the kitchen. Every three or four steps elicited another vibratory sensation from within Pinkie; and while she didn't mind this, she always promptly relieved it by casually lifting  a leg and rubbing her thighs together, snuffing out the protesting squirms for another moment. Pinkie ignored the occasional dribbles of fluid running down her thigh and onto the carpet, she'd deal with it later. She reached her destination and poked her head into the fridge, eyeballing her options with a pleased smirk. She eventually decided on the ingredients for a sandwich, and a banana for good measure. She joyfully went about assembling the various meats and cheeses, humming a tune to herself as she prepared not one, but several full sized hoagies for her own enjoyment. Her stomach began to churn out a series of growls, reminding her just how hungry she was, and her now watering mouth merely complimented the cascading rivulets of her juices down below. With her food in hand, she made her way into the sparse living room in Sugarcube Corner.
        Pinkie Pie didn't waste any time making herself comfortable, thumping down on the couch and laying the smorgasbord out in front of her. As she began to lean back, an electric jolt of pleasure shot up Pinkie's body, forcing her to stifle a moan. Now aware that her rampant hunger almost made her forget her tiny stowaway, she wiggled and tensed her hips, slowly squeezing the soaked, ruffled gryphon out of her prison. As Gilda's head broke free of the writhing folds, she took several powerful gasps of air and immediately used them to spew a litany of curses up at the innocently smiling face of the pony she was currently inside of. "Welcome back!" the cotton candy colored mare chirped, before reaching a hoof down to her crotch and fishing the furious, screaming gryphon out of her nethers and plopping her onto the coffee table. As Pinkie waited for Gilda's rant to run out of steam, she unpeeled her banana and propped her hooves up on the table besides the hapless catbird, the soles landing with a "clink!" against the glass. Gilda finally ran out of breath, exhausting almost every empty threat and mean-spirited insult her traumatized brain could muster as she lay sprawled out the table, panting heavily.
        Once the room went silent again, Pinkie chimed in, "Yeah, I had fun too~. You huungry?". Gilda barely had the energy to stare back as the banana careened towards her like a missile, the tip colliding with her stomach to the tune of banana-like squelches. The malleable fruit mashed itself against her body, and while this was mildly irritating, she did not expect to find herself fully stuck to the sweet smelling paste. The semi-mushed banana lurched skyward, bringing an exhausted, helpless Gilda face-to-face with the grinning Pinkie Pie, who was trying to hold back a giggle. "Oh Gilda, that's not the right way to eat. Let me show you~ " Gilda began to flail against the sticky foodstuffs with renewed vigor as Pinkie slyly unfurled her tongue from her mouth, a few individual strands of saliva arcing like spiders webs off of the smooth, yet bumpy surface. She made contact with the opposite end of the banana, a pleased murmur escaping from her throat, and ran it up the surface of the suggestive looking fruit with an agonizing lack of urgency. She finally reached the end, the tip of the tongue arcing around and making itself flush with Gilda's lower body, while an additional threat of violence filled the silence of the room. Pinkie Pie's hot breath wafted over the gryphon in spite of her screams, and she could feel the speckles of humid moisture sticking to her face. The tongue continued to encroach upon every inch of Gilda's body, flattening itself out fully and filling her view with slick, red moistness. With a tantalizing exclamation of pleasure vibrating through the surface, Pinkie pressed her tongue into the pinned catbird, before retreating the beast of a tongue back into her mouth with an exaggerated slurp.  Gilda was channeling her rage into a sharp weapon, glaring Pinkie Pie down with an expression that could slice steel. Pinkie merely smirked, "How did you know I love bananas and cream? You're trying to make me feel special aren't you? ~ " Then without any further warning, she opened her jaw wide and stuffed the banana along with its passenger into her awaiting maw.
        The change in temperature was stifling as the environment around the jettisoned Gilda shifted into the humid darkness within Pinkie's mouth. She stopped abruptly as the banana inserted itself fully, Gilda hovering along the edge, staring down the back of the tongue. She was only able to make out the faintest movements of her throat, pulsating and vibrating in resonance with every sickening squelching and smacking noises the hungry mare made while playing with her mouthful. She didn't remain suspended there for long, however. The pulpy prison holding her lurched backwards, a few trickles of light seeping into the darkness of the maw through gaps in her lip. What this was accompanied with however, was an ear-popping rush of wind and the feeling of suction all around her. Gilda felt the saliva coated banana begin to yield, before she was yanked free of the sticky mess, landing face first onto a practically awaiting tongue with an audible popping noise. She barely had time to enjoy her newfound freedom, as the huge banana came back with a vengeance and filled what little free space there was to be had, leaving Gilda compressed against the spongy flesh of the tongue. It was impossible for the trapped gryphon to keep her head above  the generous pool of saliva that was forming around her, and she quickly found herself sputtering and choking on it. Every inch of the fruit was assaulted by her tongue, Pinkie uttering out pleased slurps and murmurs as she suckled on her treat.  She made sure to savor both the banana and the feathery prisoner beneath it, noting the sensation of flavor from both her body and the generous helping of juices she was still coated in. Gilda was busy desperately flailing underneath the slime coated pillar above her, and almost found herself free of the torment when everything in the mouth went dark and the weight above her increased to crushing levels. The now bitten-off piece of banana crashed on top of her, knocking the wind out of her once more as she was subjected to another insufferable mumble of delight from Pinkie. She was not prepared for the tongue's sudden ascent, Pinkie Pie beginning to slowly but firmly chew the banana by pressing it against the roof of her mouth. Gilda was now hopelessly lost in a mess of vaguely banana-scented goop, struggling to get fresh air as the morsel of banana was kneaded into paste by Pinkie's aggressive tongue.
        There was nothing she could do, she simply didn't have the energy to keep fighting. Unable to see amongst the blackness and with her own vision blurred yellow by the sea of banana surrounding her, she was never expecting the final lurching movement towards the back of an awaiting throat. The sickening sounds of Pinkie's meal being pulled into its final destination became all-encompassing, before she felt the smooth surface beneath her undulate and grab hold of her, too. As the rippling flesh slammed tight on her body and began pulling her into the pit of her enemy's stomach, Gilda's last, panicked thoughts were drowned out by the ceaseless thumping of a mammoth heartbeat. Pinkie Pie swallowed, audibly letting out a content sigh as she felt the first scraps of food make contact with her complaining belly. She fished around the inside of her mouth with her tongue, seeming to be looking for something specific, only to come back with a completely empty mouthful. She seemed taken aback by this for a moment, but merely shrugged, muttering a joyful "whoopsie!" before grabbing hold of her sandwich and finishing the rest of her lunch.