>A cacophony of voices rouse you from your slumber as Lyra blocks your vision from the outside.
>”Quick, curl up so you can hide under me!”
>Unable to process the urgency in her voice, she quickly shoves you under her new-found weight.
>The pegasus yesterday now resided permanently beneath Lyra's skin as she lays flat above you.
>You breathe through a hole in the cushions below you as the minty blubber forces you down.
>You hear the stomp of several ponies enter the shop, all eager to see a familiar face.
>A raspy voice greets the plump unicorn that shivered nervously above you.
>”Lyra!  It's been so long, how are you?”
>”H-hey girls!  I'm fine, just you know... doing my own thing, yeah?”
>A chorus of giggles erupt as Lyra forces a couple of laughs from her own mouth.
>”We can see that Lyra, you look... rounder since we last saw you.  Quite the piggy you've been with the humans, haven't you.”
>”Hah, yeah.  They're quite delicious and whatnot... yum...”
>The group start to converse with each other with a hint of envy in their voices.
>Eavesdropping on the pony's conversations filled you with dread and a queasy uneasiness.
>”Man, wish I found as many humans as you!”
>”When will I ever find one of those scampering morsels, I've only heard stories about how they taste!”
>”I guess Lyra found all of them, huh?  Guess the next scout group following us will be even more unfortunate.”
>”I call dibs on the next one we see, I haven't eaten a proper meal in days!”
>Their cheery vocal tones hid their ravenous predatory urges as they discussed the next sentient thing to shove down their starved gullets.
>You can practically hear the sheer need of a fulfilling meal as one of their bellies growl in protest of their conversation.
>Each moment that passed only increased your anxiety while Lyra tittered nervously to the group.
>Your temporary confines did not help to ease your mind either.
>Underneath the radiating heat of the Lyra's belly, you sweat profusely as the air grew stale in your little pocket of space.
>Feeling your breaths becoming more and more shallow beneath her, the unicorn hatches an idea.
>”You know, I heard from one of the humans around here had a hidden settlement around here.  If you're fast, you could probably find them before the next wave of ponies come in.”
>An excited cheer thunders from the group as they quickly make their way out, discussing their plans all the while.
>Though their voices grew more distant, Lyra continued to lay on you.
>The same raspy voice from earlier shoots a quick question to your teal pony.
>”Aren't you coming with?  We can sure sure your help!”
>Her body bobs up and down as you assume Lyra shooing off the pony.
>”I need to gather up a few things, you go on ahead, I'll catch up!”
>”Alright then, we'll be around here for a bit, so don't take too long!”
>You hear one more set of hooves gallop away as you press against the fuzzy roof.
>”Okay, okay! Rolling off!”
>Gasping for fresh air, you sprawl your body out as you shoot your limbs out in random directions.
>Little beads of sweat fly off your fingertips as Lyra stifles a laugh at your predicament.
>As your breathing slows to a much more normal rhythm, you rolls you eyes to the mare.
“So... what are we gonna do?”
>Lyra gives you an innocent smile as she tilts her head curiously at your question.
>”What are we gonna do about... oh...”
>Instantly realizing that you're without hooves, her expression changes to that of solemn concentration.
>You sigh through closed teeth, the air whistling through the thin gaps in your pearly whites.
>With the girl in full concentration, you take a bit of time to ogle her.
>A night's rest appears to have added a significant amount of meat to her bones.
>Her forelegs, once as wide as your torso now stood slightly thicker and almost more muscular than before.
>Each tap of her chin with her hoof sent a ripple over her bulging belly as she is lost in thought.
>Seems that Sugar Twist mostly settled into that bulbous gut than anywhere else as Lyra's face is mostly unchanged.
>Though, her hind quarters appear much plumper than you remember.
>Her horn glows with more ferocity than before as she levitates a few pillows around her.
>You sit on the tower of beddings as you patiently wait for an idea.
>Either from you or from your naïve savior.
>Lyra's face suddenly lights up as the pillows fall to the floor simultaneously.
>”Got it!”
>She turns around and presents her hind quarters to you.
>Your first instinct was to shield your eyes, but your hands only made their way to your chest as you twist your face in utter confusion.
>Gripping your shirt, you can only stare as the “plan” reveals itself.
>Lyra stands steadily on her hind legs as she uses her fore hooves to open up her lower lips.
>You see her shudder as you stare into the abyss of the gaping tunnel.
>A single drip of lubrication falls from her loins as she turns her head to you.
>”Get in.”
“You can't be serious.”
>Crossing your arms in protest, Lyra only gives you the biggest smirk you've ever seen.
>”Well, if you want to hide from a horde of ponies by yourself, you're free to do so.”
>She releases her slit as she slowly backs up to you.
>Her voice takes on a huskier quality,
>”But...”
>She presses her jiggling cheeks together, sealing the entrance to her inner sanctum between the bouncy buns.
>The taunting sway of her hips dance in your vision with each step.
>”When will this opportunity present itself again?”
>Gritting your teeth together, you shake your head in denial as your body refuses to back away.
>Your limbs move about stiffly as the round rump encompasses your view.
>”Mares don't just offer themselves like this to anyone, especially to other species.”
>You gulp as she spread her legs, revealing the entrance to her pink privates once again.
>A whiff of the air around you reveals a faint, perfume-like smell, almost hypnotizing in nature.
>Her horn shines as a golden glow materializes around your feet, dragging you towards her gaping passage, dripping with excitement.
>”But I'm willing to make an exception for you~”
>You see a heavy blush through the coat of the promiscuous pony as she sees your expression soften at the idea.
>Finding your voice in this heated moment, you manage a word.
“Okay...”
>The one word was all she needed before the golden glow consumed your body, levitating you towards the fleshy tunnel.
>She squeaks in glee as your feet press against her cervix, the oozing canal wrapping around every inch of your person.
>Lyra falls forward as her bottom sticks up in the air, making your journey to her womb easier.
>The pulsating cavity, slick with secretions pull your hips down as the outer lips slurp you further in.
>The second entrance gives way as you slip further into your guardian.
>You feel the unicorn's body shudder as a large glob of gooey fluids splash onto your face.
>She moans in ecstasy as the salty taste slowly spreads over your tongue.
>Without a moment to decide if you enjoyed this, your knees buckle into the cramped space below as your head slips between the needy lower lips.
>Hearing Lyra pant from the afterglow, you feel her close her exits with a slam of her massive cheeks.
>Your world flips around as she goes to lie on her back, soaking in a puddle of her own liquids.
>Continuing to slip down into her birthing canal, the cervix closes around your neck, her womb housing the rest of your body.
>Cramped inside the throbbing tube of Lyra, your quarters grow smaller as she tries to hide your form even further beneath the layers of sweltering fat.
>She groans with a bit of effort as you feel the organ shift around inside her, slipping into pocket meant for a baby foal.
>A sigh of relief vibrates through the humid confines as her slit gapes open for a moment.
>The cool air hits you in the face as you quickly breathe in the fresh air.
>”So... hope you like your new home... you'll be in here until I can find a safe place for us.”
>Her voice carried an excited tone, still enjoying the sensations of your body as you bounce around with each step she takes.
>She exhales hard, attempting to clear her mind of distraction.
>You lay still as you feel her legs close around you, her flower withdrawn from peering eyes.
>”Just tap if you need air... and ignore the sounds I make when you do...”
>Taking a breath of confidence, you start to shake around inside her again as she trots to her friends.
>The darkness of the body is alleviated occasionally as she opens her groin to the world.
>You watch the world behind her, highlighted by her pink innards.
>Unable to do much else, you listen to Lyra communicate with her friends.
>The sounds of their voices drone on as the noises of a health body echo in your ears.
>The squeak, spatter and splat of the functioning organs lull you into a brief nap as you're cradled by the rippling walls of the large pony.