Live Writing 3- Vore/Fats/Burps

With a deep breath and a slight flutter of wings that would make their pudgy body jiggle were they not in a full black suit and ski mask, a pegasus looks over themselves one last time. This heist cannot go wrong. Taking one more deep breath to steel herself, the mare readies her gun, and slowly opens a metal alley door. Her padded hooves travel silently over the tiled white flooring. Darting from doorway to doorway, thankfully it seems the side hallways are sparsely guarded, if at all. That's part of why she, after weeks of planning, had chosen this bank. The security is soft- softer even than her well fed body. "Impossible to rob" they said. "A well oiled machine of money storage" they touted. The problem with many rich ponies is they don't really ever look at the security keeping hold of their 'hard earned' cash. A problem this mare is going to be exploiting to the fullest.

The mare's confidence is beginning to pick up. This was turning out to be easier than she thought. The vault was just a few hundred hoofsteps away, she just has to- FUCK. With wide eyes, she sees a chubby mare in ill-fitting security guard's clothes trotting down the hall towards the bank vault, whistling a little tune to themselves. It's only due to some godly mercy that the guard was looking away. Dashing quickly into an office, she breathes out a silent sigh of relief. She patiently waits in the dark room, waiting for the guard to pass. Grrrrumble. Her blood runs cold. Didn't she just eat a few hours ago? ...A few hours ago. Of all the things to forget, she forgot to feed her chubby gut. "Huh?" She can hear the guard cautiously say, turning around from their patrol. The pegasus looks quickly around the office room, looking for places to hide. The room is mostly empty, with the exception of a few cubicles that are definitely not going to be able to hide her bulk. She's gonna have to figure something out, and fast.

With her black clothing concealing herself in the darkness, she gets up right next to the doorway, hoping she isn't seen. The guard trots up to the doorway, and trots a few steps, looking around. As her eyes scan close to the pegasus mare, the heister panics. She brings a hoof down on the guard's head, hoping to knock her out. "Ow!" Is all she gets for her trouble, with a flashlight immediately turned towards her. She hasn't exactly been exercising as much as she should have been, lately... Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. Her mind rushing for solutions, she comes up with a crazy, awful idea. Quickly, she brings her jaws down on the earth pony's head, forcing her to drop the flashlight as she pulls her in with her hooves and mouth working in tandem. The guard thrashes with their hooves striking the predator a good few times, but her captor refuses to relent. She gulps her further down, again and again, slowly, inch by inch, hoping beyond hope the guard's muffled screams for help aren't heard.

After a brutally agonizing few minutes, the mare's hind hooves and tail are gulped down, the mare settling tightly in her overstuffed gut. With an involuntary groan, the mare waddles slowly to the corner, doing her best to recover. Her prey squirms and thrashes the best they can, forcing out little belches that the pegasus can only hope aren't heard. She sits for a few minutes on her soft flanks, thinking over what she just did. She just ate somepony! Not only a pony, but a guard. She just practically killed somepony. Thievery she's used to, sure, she's done it for a long time. But murder? It's a foreign concept to the mare, and she's momentarily horrified by her own actions. But, on its tail, comes the thought of how this mare is now powerless to her. How she is hers, now and forever, going to be nothing but pudge for her. A feeling of power and superiority comes over the pegasus. A smug grin comes over her face in the darkness. She just ate somepony. And she's going to get away with it, too.

Though, the more rational part of her mind comes over her. She still has a heist to finish. And that she might not get away with. Hiding the flashlight so no one is suspicious, the mare takes a glance outside, thankful her belly's cacophonous grumbles and glorps had turned to quiet gurgles and sloshes. With less of a swift darting and more of a quick waddle, the skilled thief finally, after a few more minutes of darting in between cover and doorways, had managed to get to the vault. She was expecting it to be closed, and for her to have to break it open. But nope, it's just wide open, with only the gate door in between her and mounds of riches. How lax is this bank's security? With only a few seconds of lockpicking, the stuffed mare is in the vault. As she looks around at all the gold bits and gold bars around her, she practically faints. She's actually made it. She's really here. The biggest heist of her life, and she's here. No guards. No police. No witnesses. Just her and all this money. A greedy, selfish grin widens in her maw. And now, it's all hers.

The mare starts filling black duffel bags with gold bars, and all the empty space with bits, grunting with the heft of just one... She didn't consider this, How is she going to get all this heavy gold out of here? There's no easy way about it, she'd have to slowly bring out bag after bag, one or two at a time. The security is lax, sure, but multiple trips like this is almost sure to get her spotted at some point... She hears her belly gurgle again. Her grin widens even more. Unless...

With a few bag trips, filling up with gold and bits each time into a duffel bag, she has to slowly waddle out each time, stuffing each bag into van parked in the alleyway. Solo heisting isn't easy, but at least it means you don't have to worry about a driver driving away on you with all the money. She knows she'll get heard eventually, but that's what she's counting on. There are only so many guards whose patrol routes would go by the vault, after all... especially with security this lax. Waddling down the hallway like she owns the place, the pudgy mare knows, at least, certain parts of the hallways aren't guarded. When she gets to that office where she had her first course, the mare hides inside it once more. Hearing hoofsteps once more, she smirks. She taps her hoof on the metal doorway, a sound she's sure the guard will hear. Sure enough, she hears curious "Huh?", almost causing her to chuckle. So predictable. The guard goes into the trap, close enough to hear the gurgling of her assassin's stuffed belly, but before they can even look around, they're set upon by the predatory mare, their head immediately gulped down by her jaws. They barely have time to struggle before they're down in the mare's gut.

This time, the pegasus can't help but let loose a loud, powerful belch, a deep red blush coming over the predator's face. With a slow, awkward waddle, the double stuffed heister gets back in her little corner, hoping if anyone heard that, they thought it was a guard who had a very good lunch break. Before she can sit down, however, she hears a loud shhhhhriiiiiip from around her nearly floor-kissing gut, her blush growing even deeper. She's glutted so much that her clothes can't even keep up. Her sky blue fur is let loose and is bare to the world. Well, at least no one is around to see her.

After a few minutes more of rest, the mare, with a labored grunt, manages to get to her hooves, and is only just able to convince sluggish and tired muscles to continue on, as the second course still tries in vain to struggle... their attempts dying down with a gurgle and a quieter burp from the mare as she progresses down the bank hallway. A few bags more without incident get outside, and the vault, with the exception of the safety deposit boxes, is cleaned out. Millions of bits worth of solid gold and thousands of gold bits are now hers. Not a coin is left. With a smug, self satisfied grin, the newly minted predatory millionaire waddles out with the biggest haul of her life- both monetarily and gastronomically. With every bit loaded in her black van, the suspension groaning from the load, the mare has to awkwardly slide into the driver's seat, it being a tight fit even with the seat put all the way back. Thankfully her hooves can still reach the pedals.

The van awkwardly lopsided towards the driver's end somewhat, she starts it up and gets on her way. After a few awkward hours of driving, having to maneuver the steering wheel around her massive gut, she finally gets back to her safehouse, a fear gripping the back of her mind the whole time, hoping no one thought she was suspicious, hoping no one somehow saw her. But, as no police cars and no obvious tails followed her, she lets loose a sigh of relief. As her garage door opens, and she drives in, and closes the door behind her, checking one final time for any tails, and seeing none. She can hardly believe it, even after doing it. Not only did she eat two whole ponies, she stole a literal ton of gold. She opens up the back of her van, and checks every single bag. It's all there. It's all hers. No one else's. No one followed her. She just got away with the biggest heist of her life.

A yawn forces its way out, and she rubs at her eyes with a hoof. Now the adrenaline high is coming down, and the exhaustion is setting in. With a happy sigh, the mare lays on her back among all her gold, closing her eyes, a satisfied, gentle smile on her face. Not the most comfortable bed, but right now, it's the best bed in the universe. She quickly nods off, her still-full belly's gurgling and the light clinks of gold as she shifts lulling her to sleep. She really did it...