“n-No!!”

“Shit!!”

“It burns!!!”

“PLEASE!!”

“LET ME OUT!!”

Wailed Candy Apples, as the eaten equine expressed her absolute disdain for the caustic conditions, she was uncomfortably wallowing in. The crying cowgirl never anticipating that she would be spending her Sunday stewing in the bowels of some greedy grey mare, but reality was swift to remind her of this sizzling fact, as even now the nip of enzymes was already beginning to sting against her sensitive skin, informing Candy that the acrid acid was beginning to roughly etch its way into her tender epidermis with a raw tingle. The pony’s panicked pleading increasing in distraught desperation with each monotonous squeeze of the muscular stomach, as each spongey squish from the muscular stomach eroded away at the equine’s already non-existent personal space. The slathering of saliva and stomach phlegm coating her coat just making the claggy nature of her claustrophobic confinement worse, as the matted glazing clammily clung to her bundled-up body with an unbearably irritating itch.

The fumbling female finding herself forced into a cooped-up curl within the steamy seal of the stomach, as the strained sack began to gradually tighten around her fidgeting figure.
The kneading caress of the gastric wall relentlessly pushing down on Candy’s opulently doughy physique, with a perpetual stream of clamping compressions, that encapsulated the entire equine within the snug snare of the grinding gut. The slick surfaces surrounding the writhing woman preventing her from getting a good grip, leaving Candy to clumsily flail and twitch in a pathetic display of defiance against her unwanted digestive dip. The worried wriggling only further lathering the powerful peptides into her fur, as every erratic twitch was matched by the stretchy sleeve encasing the worming equine.

Candy letting out all manner of vexed vocalizations as she simmered, but for the most part these muffled mewls and stifled screams were drowned out by the gentle gurgles and glorps of the gut. The mare’s meeping muted out by the perpetual sloshing of the secretions pooling around her, as the earth pony drunkenly splashed about in the fetid fluids that were gradually filling the sour space of the sweltering stomach. Candy finding herself unwillingly capitulating to the constant churning from the cramped chamber which seemed to effortlessly coerce the curvaceous mare into a torturously constricted fetal position.

The trapped mare shivering with a dismal waggle, as she switched between sad shudders and disorientated jerks in an uncoordinated attempt to escape the humid hell of the taut tummy. The equine’s reward for her exertion just the smug stroke of a firm hand, which calmly glided over the trembling simulacrum with a relaxed rub. The packed predator savouring the scared squirms, as the supple shape of the curvaceous farmgirl made a pleasant, if a little active bump in her belly. Bug smirking as she basked in the full feeling that only came from having a spirited snack securely stowed in her stomach, as the prolific predator took a certain pleasure in the bucking protests of her most recent partaking of pony prey.

The grey glutton not really having a type when it came to who she consumed, but experience had taught the experienced equine eater that the voluptuously buxom members of the Apple family always made a hearty, if a little stubborn meal. A few powerful kicks the most the magically challenged mare would be able to muster, as the feisty female attempted to make her devourer disgorge her, so she would not be relegated to a luscious lump of lady lunchmeat. Of course, the slate snarfer was well used to his little disgruntled dance from her dinner, allowing her to handle her hysterical haul of nutritious mare meat regardless of how lively Candy’s easily contained bawling and whining got.

The reality of the situation being that the ingested earth pony wasn’t getting out of her soak in the stomach until Bug was done processing her into a more agreeably soup of bubbling pony protein. This compliant chyme would then be sluiced through Bug’s waiting intestines, which would sort the slushy slop of dissolved ex-equine down into its more usable base components. The mare hoping to avoid this digestive destiny, with a couple of hard wallops from her strong legs, as she booted back against the body cavity binding her like she was harvesting apples. Candy managing to land a particularly powerful punt, as years of toning from apple-bucking paid off, causing the stomach to jitter slightly, as the brunt of her blow seemed to agitate the overloaded organ. The sensation of Bug leaning forward to cradle her misshapen midriff offering a glimmer of hope that she was about to puke up her prey, as the gut rolled in what Candy assumed was the quivering retch before regurgitation. Instead, Bug just let out a wet and very much sated belch, as she voided her fussy food of her stale air supply, and with reassuring hands hugged her boisterous belly, ready to suppress the spasming struggles that were about to quake through her midsection, as suffocation set in….

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Candy Apples had expected her day on the farm to involve doing chores and tending to the family orchard. These plans soon took a detour though, as the curvaceous cowgirl had an unexpected encounter with a certain grey earth pony, who felt the buxom mare would look better as a bulge in her belly...

A collab between me and Crazy Water ( https://derpibooru.org/profiles/Crazy+Water ). This one features Candy Apples, who is now little more than a lively lump in Bug's belly.

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