“Bonk him over the head!”  Weary Heart shouted as she raced around the restaurant, trying and failing to catch Bright Wright as he swung from his tape measure.
“I can’t say I regret this,” muttered Short Fuse as he looked upon the strange spectacle with a resigned indifference.  In the few weeks he had spent in Trottingham, he had grown used to the nonsense that followed him and his “friends”.
Bright Wright swung onto a table in the middle of the diner, knocking off a few empty plates that shattered on the floor as he finally came to a halt.  Everypony who cared quickly surrounded the table, in hopes of containing the hallucinating stallion.
“HEY TARZAN BOY!” Roxy shouted.
“ROXY!  HELP ME!” yelled Foul Play, hoping that the strong diamond dog might be his savior.  After all, he provided such excellent service to her, surely she’d be willing to return the favor.
“TOSS HER AT ME!”  Roxy continued, opening her big, toothy mouth wide and pointing at it with her paw.
 “W-WAIT!  NOT LIKE THAT!” Foul Play stammered.  He panicked when Bright began to shift his weight towards Roxy; obviously Bright failed to beat Roxy’s charm.  Foul yelped and flailed as Bright tossed him into the air and straight towards Roxy’s gaping maw.
Foul landed in Roxy’s mouth with a wet thud.  The diamond dog almost choked; she was just playing around.  She narrowed her eyes and saw that almost all of Foul’s front half was in her mouth.  His hind legs kicked uselessly in the air, but his struggling was muted by the sharp fangs that had a solid grip on his midsection.  Everypony with their wits about them looked in shock at the horrifying spectacle, and Roxy felt herself at a loss of what to do.
Her confusion passed soon, though.  With a casual shrug and upturned lips, she tilted her head back and gave a gulp loud enough to be heard throughout the diner.  Foul’s silky dress slid smoothly along her tongue and into her throat, and only his hind legs, now tightly bound by Roxy’s lips remained exposed.  Roxy took another breath, and then greedily swallowed again, sealing away the last of Foul Play with a large, toothy grin.  She patted her bulging gut and breathed a sigh of satisfaction.
“Now that’s what I call some good food!” Roxy said, collapsing heavily into the nearest booth.
“H-hey!  You can’t eat Foul Play!  Spit him out!” Weary yelled.  By now she, and everyone else, had completely forgotten about Bright Wright’s hallucinogenic rampage.
“Why should I?”  Roxy said, idly picking at her fangs with a toothpick.  “That maid seemed like a great finisher to a big meal.  Tasty, silky, and unicorns are calorie dense to boot!  I need a lot of energy for my cross-universe shenanigans.”
“B-b-but he’s our friend!”  Weary stammered, before talking to herself in a hushed whisper.  “Come on Weary…think!  How can your coffee knowledge get us out of this predicament?”
A large, glorpy shift in Roxy’s stomach caught her off guard, and made her bulging belly shift its shape.  An incoherently muffled voice rumbled from the depths of her canine gut.
“Whoa, settle down in there!” Roxy said, patting the squirming bulge and giving it a good rub.
From within Roxy’s gut, Foul’s muffled voice could be heard.
“Eh, at least I’ve been saved from a fate of being loved by a raging jungle stallion,” he said.

From the moist, warm depths of Roxy’s stomach, Foul Play thought up the quick incantation for a light spell.
“Hey!  Let me out!” He yelled, oblivious that his pleas were going unheard, and unanswered if Roxy could tell what he was saying in the first place.  He was completely surrounded by pulsating pink flesh, and neck deep in some kind of half-digested tofu slop.  Fortunately, the rich, hearty smell of Roxy’s last meal was able to drown out her pungent stomach fluids.
Foul pushed with all his might against the plushy folds of Roxy’s stomach, trying in vain to do anything to get out of the caustic, yet oddly comfortable, environment.  He bucked and punched with all his might, but Roxy’s gut had endured a lot more than his pathetic unicorn strength.  Thinking quickly, he tried firing a stun ray, but the magical blast bounced off of Roxy’s stomach and right into Foul’s face, sending him for a loop.  He had little time to be dazed though; the blast seemed to agitate Roxy’s system, and all around Foul he could feel a deep rumbling.  Like a vice, Roxy’s stomach quickly contracted to grip Foul’s form tightly, and squeezed with such intensity that his maid frill was whisked up and away through Roxy’s gastroesophageal sphincter.
With a loud belch, Roxy burped up a fluid-covered maid frill, and her gut shrank as it began to work on the pony that was giving it so much trouble.
“Huh, that maid almost gave me indigestion,” Roxy said as she looked down at her slightly smaller gut and seeing the form of a pony more well defined underneath her black and white fur.  “Eh, I’ve eaten more rambunctious individuals before.  I’ll be fine.  I just need to find a nice place to rest and process things.”
“P-process!?  But Foul Play is our friend!”  Weary interjected.
“YOUR friend,” Short Fuse added before going back to bussing tables.
“Eh, one less stickhead to split tips with,” Zippersnap added.
“I can’t believe you guys!” Weary replied.
“That racist mare brings up a good point,” Roxy continued.  “This place is great!  Service was wonderful, and the food was the best I’ve had in ages!  I think I’ll leave a handsome tip.  How’s 100 bits sound?”
“One…h-hundred!?”  Weary said, her eyes turning to bit signs.  “Well…I guess Foul wasn’t THAT useful now that I think about it…”
“Great!  Then it’s settled!” Roxy said jubilantly.  She dug out a huge stack of gold coins from her jacket pockets and left it on the table.  She shakily stood up, and cracked her knuckles.  “I think I’ll come back again sometime, maybe I’ll have that ponytailed cutie next time!”
Zippersnap’s face turned red and she meekly averted her face.  “O-oh gosh…I’d be happy to serve…” she said, stealing envious glances at Roxy’s belly with a smile on her face.
With a wink to Zippersnap, Roxy punched the floor hard enough to break the tiles and furiously dug down into the ground, disappearing as quickly as she arrived.
“…She could have used her other holes,” Weary muttered.  “Now, about Bright…”

  Roxy continued to dig until she found a small underground chamber.  It was cool, dry, and a perfect place to get a post-meal nap.  She pawed at the ground, getting comfortable and stretching out.  Her diamond dog eyes could clearly see through the darkness, and even in the 15 minutes it took her to get down there, her stomach had begun to shrink.
“How ya doin’ in there, shrimp?” Roxy said, poking her gut.  She listened carefully as the sound of muffled moans of bliss filled her ears, which intensified as her stomach started to rumble and churn more intensely now that she was settling down.  “Enjoy it while you can.  You’ll make great fuel for when I have to go back and deal with that celestial emissary.”