[aj] A Very Protective Mother

"Oh my gosh I am so excited!" Windy Whistles squealed as she and her husband trotted down the dirt road in the town of Ponyville "Our Daughter, a cloud kicker!"  They were on their way to see their daughter try out for the town's weather team.  It was a small position, but she had just moved into Ponyville a couple months ago and already starting her career, and they were ecstatic about it.  Their daughter, the awesome and amazing Rainbowdash!  Getting her very first job!  Their excitement couldn't be any more palpable.

"Oh, they just grow up so fast!" Bow Hothoof exclaimed with shared excitement "It feels like it was just yesterday we were cleaning her up after she spit up on herself."  Tears were nearly forming in his eyes at the memory.

"She was the best puker ever," his wife signed in likewise nostalgia.

Before too long, they had arrived at the spot where their daughter told them they'd be.  A nice open field flanked by two small sets of bleachers, all sitting underneath a light cloud cover.  It was by no means a set up for a large event, but it was certainly more than enough for what was happening today.  Though, even if it was just a few simple tests to see if their applicants could fit the bill,  it was still a little exciting for the ponies in town to watch this show of athleticism, so there was some extra seating to accommodate them.

The two had shown up early enough to arrive at an almost totally empty field.  After all, they wanted to capture every moment of their daughter's success, and that meant arriving well before she did to any event she was a part of.  In fact, only two other ponies were even around, sitting quietly at the edge of the field.

The two pegasi quickly took their seats, naturally picking the ones closest to the center of the field so they could get the best view, and began the long process of waiting.  Not that either of them could wait for very long without growing gitty with excitement again.  Windy turned to Bo and nearly giggled out loud.

"Ooh, I'm gunna be so proud of her when she's showing those clouds who's boss, I just know it!" she squeaked happily, her eyes sparkling as she looked into her husband's eyes.

"When she kicks those clouds' butts, I'm gunna cheer so hard, she's gunna hear us from space!" her husband said in kind, bouncing up and down with her on the creaking metal bench.

Then, in the middle of their excited, happy chirping, a soft, gentle cough brought their attention to two ponies sitting now just beside them, a pegasus mare, and a unicorn stallion, looking about the same age as the rainbow maned ponies.  Both of them had a coat the color of gentle orange and complementary mane colors, the stallion's mane a light blue, the mare's a desaturated pink.  They both had on polite smiles.

"Excuse me," the stallion piped up "I'm guessing you two are Rainbow Dash's parents?"  The bluer of the two couples looked at one another for a moment before the larger responded.

"Well, yeah...I mean...we've all got the same hair," he said bluntly "would be kinda hard to miss."  The other stallion's smile widened a bit, though his expression looked more hesitant than pleased.

"Ah, great!  It's nice to finally meet you...but uh...I'm afraid I've come to ask you if you would speak with your daughter about her...habits."

"Her habits?" Bow asked simply.

"Your Rainbowdash has been doing dangerous stunts outside of Ponyville," it was the mare's turn to chip in, looking a lot less pleased and a lot more concerned "she's been setting a bad example for the foals of our town especially for our own daughter."

"We've been trying to get through to her, but she's just...unreachable," the stallion followed up before sharing her expression.

"Dangerous stunts?" Windy responded, eyebrow cocked in confusion "But how is an awesome filly like her supposed to learn how to be safe without learning how to do dangerous stuff?" she then cracked a challenging smirk before continuing "Besides, if other fillies and colts want to be awesome because of her, then what's wrong?"

It was the other mare's turn to smirk a bit in amusement  "As though that's really setting a good example.  I wouldn't be surprised if they all ended up in the hospital after she's through...inspiring them," she said, putting up an air quotes gesture with the last few words.

"Hey, what's that supposed to mean?" Bow piped up, brow furrowing in annoyance.  "She's probably a better teacher than the both of you combined!  What do you even know about our Rainbowdash?"

"Well, for one, she's an absolute slob," the mare said in a flat tone, any pretense of friendliness quickly fading away "When she's not trying to kill herself she's taking an all day nap, and the only time she's cleaning up a mess is when mud gets in her feathers.  She's lazy, unproductive, and rude.  Why, if I had a bit every time she didn't even apologize after nearly knocking someone out of the sky, I'd be able to invest in Canterlot property!"

"Hey!  You can't talk about my daughter like that," the pegasus mare said with a shrill creeping into her voice "She's so much better than what...what you jerks are saying!"  The orange mare scoffed, cocking her head back and sneering in contempt for the louder mare.

"Really.  Jerks." the other mare said in a disbelieving tone, eyebrow raised to drive the point home.  "Now I know you're her parents.  A mare as immature as her could only be raised by adults who should know better...but...clearly..." the mare started to slow down and her eyes began to grow wide until they were about the size of diner plates.  Her jaw almost went slack as she stared down into the maw of the light blue pegasus, who's jaws were stretched open impossibly wide, far wider than any pony should be capable of.

She could see every detail of Windy's mouth, more than she ever dreamed imaginable.  The bumps of taste buds that littered her tongue, the gentle curve of it as it sat inside her mouth, the subtle folds along its middle that lead all the way to the back of her throat, which undulated just a bit with every warm, sticky breath.  The ribbed walls at the back of her maw that were slick with saliva, the wet highlights that lined each curve contrasted the darkness deeper inside, as the passage way inside lead deeper into a bottomless abyss.  Before she even knew it, her chin was already pressed firmly against that warm, wet tongue, and travelled a few inches along the fleshy carpet.  Those supple lips stretched wide, hanging over the top of her head as she slowly moved deeper inside, already within the mare's maw before she knew what was going on.

"...clearly d-don't?" was all she could get out before darkness swallowed up her world and left her with nothing to fill her lungs but with the thick, breathy air that poured out from the mare's esophagus.  She was absolutely dumbfounded by the realization of what was happening, and her body refused to move despite her utter shock.  This couldn't be happening to her, she thought, even as she felt the gentle grip of those lips creep up and over her head and finally seal around her neck, she couldn't quite believe what was happening.  Even as her muzzle pressed firmly into the slimy, stretchy flesh inside the mare's throat, the fact that she was being eaten seemed impossible to her, let alone whether it was possible.

By the time she had finally decided to react to this unfortunate situation, however, a loud, wet gulp rippled all around her head.  That tongue pressed firmly against her chin, cupping and cradling her all along her muzzle, her muzzle was gripped by that throat and pulled down sharply, and her whole head poured right into the small, yet accommodating, tunnel.  On the outside, her head was simply a bulge in Windy's throat, with the rest of her body spilling out from between her lips, which didn't hesitate at all to creep down her form, starting with her shoulders and slowly making their way down her upper torso as she slowly consumed the orange pegasus.  Soon enough that tightness had gripped the mare's shoulders and part of her forelegs, and that heat quickly followed it, wrapping her in more and more of that overbearing, unbearable heat.

The sky blue pegasus let out a loud, happy moan as her throat bulged full with the jerk's form, her head and shoulders easily visible through her fur as it slipped down another inch with each loud, greedy swallow that rippled across the tight muscles.  It only took a few more moments before the poor mare's head disappeared completely as its form sank into the hungry mare's barrel and disappeared completely.  Now, with her limbs bound by her soft lips and wet throat and her head deep inside the other's warm body, the orange mare would be easy for the rainbow maned mare to pull down and, and as her jaws tugged the mare's waist down and clamped onto her shapely, wide hips, it became clear this mare was more than willing, let alone capable, of swallowing her whole.

The blue pegasus mare paused for a moment, keeping her jaws clamped down tight, but letting herself relax just enough for her throat to slacken around her catch.  Her tongue brushed forwards, wriggling down her belly before snaking between her legs, the broad carpet brushing her meal’s soft mound and sensitive lips.  She let herself a moment of indulgence as her tongue rubbed up along the entrance before curling in slightly and licking her way down the length of the slit, getting a full taste of the mare’s tender sex, even if she was in no position to enjoy herself.  But, as all things, this moment must too come to an end, and the mare’s journey down into the pegasus’s core had to resume.

All it took was for Windy to lean back far enough until her rump hit the ground with a gentle thud, and her muzzle tilted up toward the sky to allow her prey a straight, slick passage way down into her body, for gravity to take over and pull the captive mare down with much more force.  Windy's throat bulged out wide with the shape of her hips filling it up, as her midsection finally began to swell, distending and stretching to allow her meal to slide right in and fill her out, first stretching out at an odd angle, then swelling up in a large, more rounded shape as more of her body slipped in, and her form had to curl up in order to fit inside the tight, though elastic, space.  The blue pegasus's teeth gently grazed over her thighs when they filled up and subsequently slid through her maw, closely followed by her hocks, cannons, and finally her hooves, disappearing behind her lips as they sealed closed behind them, sealing the mare's fate with her whole body totally enveloped by her hot, fleshy form.

Another few swallows pulled those hooves from the pegasus's maw down to her throat, where the last of the bulges travelled down the thick shape of her neck before disappearing completely, only to add to the total mass that was wriggling inside her now totally bloated belly.  With a final gulp, and a slight jiggling as she settled in completely, the pegasus was finished.  Inside her belly now sat a whole, still breathing pony, curled up inside her hot, humid stomach, who's soft, slick, fleshy walls hugged around her form and stretched and yielded slightly each time she nudged, kicked, and otherwise struggled inside her belly, ultimately doomed to be little more than a thick layer of fat on her hips once she had gone all the way through her digestive track.

One of the remaining ponies let out a long, impressed whistle, as he gripped the other remaining pony between his forehooves, kept captive in a neat headlock.

"Boy honey, didn't know ya still had it in ya!" Bow said with a wide grin on his face.  Despite having to put a conceded effort into keeping the the other pony from escaping, he had a look of desire on his face that Windy hadn't seen in a long time, not since both he and her met.  "I kinda wish you'd do that more often, you know how much I like it," he continued with a huskier growl. Windy, of course, couldn't help herself but to bury her face into her hooves to try and hide it, and her burning cheeks, from his prying eyes.  Sure, she had just now swallowed another pony whole and alive, but knowing her husband was watching her do so the whole time...well, it just made her feel so embarrassed.

"O-Oh stop it you, you know that it's wrong to just...do this sort of thing," she squeaked out disapprovingly.  Despite herself however, she couldn't stop from grinning ear to ear as she looked down at her full belly and the wriggling mare inside.  She couldn't help but to soak in the love and arousal from her husband, not to mention she absolutely loved the feeling of holding someone hostage inside her body, feeling them struggle inside as their form gets broken down and layered onto her already somewhat curvy shape.  She allowed herself to steal a glance at the other stallion locked in her husband's grasp.  She knew what came next when there was a witness left after a meal, and she'd be lying to herself if she didn't at least feel a little bit excited for a second course.

Her husband seemed to notice this and the smirk on his face only grew wider.

"Ah, I guess you're right it is wrong to just do this," he said, loosening his grip on the stallion a little bit.  A look of hope painted itself onto his face, now that he had more room to breathe.  "It would be wrong for me to just let you eat a pony...without making sure you've had your fill," he then finished with a low, playful growl, before he lifted the light stallion in his forehooves and turned him around, letting his hooves dangle just before the mare's muzzle.

Windy's eyes went wide as her vision was suddenly dominated by them, just begging to be swallowed up without hesitation.  So...that's exactly what she did.

She closed her eyes and let her jaws yawn wide open, again cartoonishly so, far beyond the realm of what should have been possible.  But the stallion helplessly held above her head knew better, his eyes wide in utter panic, legs trying to kick about away from her gaping maw, but all of his protests, from his struggling to his vocal pleads were muffled and subdued by the larger of the three, with a hoof around his muzzle, and a foreleg keeping his thighs nice and tight together.  He was helpless to keep his hind hooves from being fed directly into her hot, cavernous maw, and felt a chill go down his back as their sensitive soles were licked and caressed by her angelically soft tongue.

His worries of impending doom were the last thing on Windy’s mind, however, as she slipped back into that blissful state, the succulent flavor saturating her sense of taste, the soft texture of the helpless stallion’s fur grazing along her teeth and pallet, the wonderful feeling of her throat getting stretched wide open by a large, hearty bundle of meat.  Drool practically flowed from the corners of her lips as they once again clasped down onto pony fur, enveloping his hooves in that same warmth that took his wife.

And once again, that deafening, spine tingling sound rippling down her throat signalled the pegasus’s desire, and the gentle tug of those slimy walls took hold of yet another victim, pulling his hooves down into the slimy depths below, where they’d become no more than a bulge in her throat.  Her eyes rolled up into her skull as pleasure washed over her, driving her to mindlessly swallow more and more of the doomed stallion, at first with little guiding swallows, quickly turning into greedy voracious gulps.

His thighs squeezed into her maw as she worked to stretch herself wide enough to take the stallion’s hips.  It was a slow process, despite her renewed enthusiasm, only letting her inch up his form swallow by swallow, her lips creeping up nibble by nibble, grazing over the less than enthused stallion’s ballsack and sheathe, before finally slipping over his surprisingly broad hips, and another few gulps pulled his center of mass down into her eager, hungry throat.

His broader barrel proved to be a little more difficult for the mare to pull down, the girthy chest stretching her jaws wide, even wider each time his chest rose with his quick, panicked breaths.  She began to take steadier swallows, pulling him in with strong, deliberate swallows, easing his form into her jaws and down her throat, until those lips finally slipped over the last of his chest, and began to pin his forelegs up high.

All that was left now was the stallion’s head and his dangling forelegs, all of which was brought ever closer to her all consuming gullet.  Finally, the larger pegasus released his grip on his muzzle, as Windy’s jaws crept up closer and closer, allowing the hapless stallion to speak once again.

“O-Oh gods please stop!  How is this even possible?!  Your daughter is a saint, p-please just let met go!” came the frightened, pleading voice of the orange stallion, who could only barely wiggle his utterly enveloped body side to side to resist this fate.  Cry after plead, however, the mare’s throat continued to claim more and more of his body, drawing his head deep into her maw, his muzzle following closely behind, reducing him to no more than a pair of forelegs keeping her jaws open.

“I’m rich, I can give you a fortune!  I’ll do anything you want!  I-I don’t want to die!” the voice continued, grating on Windy’s ears as his voice started to become more and more distant, as more and more of her enveloped his form, and his muzzle slipped deeper into her body.  It only continued, however, even as his muzzle slipped down into her throat, and her tightening flesh did its best to constrict tightly around him, his bulge in her throat clear with every movement of his own jaws in the tight flesh.

Finally, as her lips closed down again on his fur, and a couple more gentle swallows pulled his hooves down her maw to allow her to close her mouth once again, the voice became little more than a muffled whisper, allowing Windy a moment of relief, as her powerful throat pulled the last of the bulges down its form, and into her body, manifesting as nothing more but another few inches inside her massive, bloated midsection which now neatly contained the forms of two incredibly rude ponies.

A loud belch echoed into the open air as a few orange feathers escaped Windy's lips, followed by a long, and very happy sigh of relief and a low, satisfied moan.  Two pairs of hooves slowly ran over the bumps, ridges, and bulges that ran up and down the light blue fur that covered her now completely and utterly full belly.  Her own hooves ran in small circles on top of her belly, over what looked like the head of one pony and the ass of another, while her husband's hooves made long, sweeping strokes along the sides and bottom.  A mean, though muffled, growl bubbled its way up inside her stomach, around her two trapped, and by now, fatigued meals, padding out her form.

A kiss pressed firmly against her cheek, and the familiar low, husky hum of her husband’s pleased voice reverberated into her ear.  Hugged her tight around, pulling her back into his warm chest, pouring warmth into her body.  She couldn’t help but to melt into his embrace, nuzzling him back as she relaxed.

“Mm...same healthy appetite from so long ago, huh?” the stallion hummed quietly “I starting to remember why I love you so much dear,” he said before kissing along her ear, all the way down to her lower jaw.  Windy couldn’t help but blush brightly as she was caressed and pampered by the large stallion.

“A-And you’re still the same goofy boy who doesn’t know when to stop...that I fell in love with all those years ago,” she murmured in kind, before closing her eyes and letting out a long moan of satisfaction.  “What happens when we get caught, huh?”

“Caught?  When we came early enough to get court side seats?” the stallion replied with a light chuckle “Honey, no one is more excited to see our Rainbow Dash than we are.  We’re gunna be good for a looooong time,” he punctuated with another peck on the cheek and a gentle squeeze around her growling belly, which only weakly kicked back in response.  Windy couldn’t help but to put on a big goofy smile.  Again, the two of them got away with delicious murder, and the world would be brighter for being two Rainbow Dash haters lesser.

The two were trapped inside, unable to do anything within her except move a couple of inches this way or that way, kept in check by the tough, stretchy walls of their prison, which would snap back into place whenever they stopped pressing against their fleshy surface.  The inside of the stomach was an absolute hell to stay inside.  Hot, cramped, and as time went on, filled more and more with the stinging bile that submerged their bodies and ate away at them one layer at a time.  No matter how much they struggled or cried out, however, it seemed everything they did was drowned out and overpowered by the all powerful stomach that would be their final resting place, as they were slowly and ultimately broken down into a thick, acidic soup.

Soon enough, Windy's belly become completely smooth, any and all traces of the ponies inside, and any bulges they made on its broad surface, completely erased and liquefied, as they were simply nothing but raw material to be processed and added onto her body.  And over the few hours that she and her husband sat there, on the cold metal bench in the empty field, it treated them exactly as such, and bubbled down the slop, and distributed it around her body.

Her thighs grew thicker, going from a lovely, manageable size, squeezable and big enough to use as a nice, comfy pillow, and became nearly twice their size, her cutie mark stretched out comically, her plump cheeks more than wide enough to fill more than one chair on the bus or on a plane, and her pudge so soft that, were you to press your hoof into her cheeks to knead and stroke, they'd sink right in, down almost a couple inches into warm, fat ass.  All of that, of course, came from her full belly, which had taken only half an hour to shrink down to look as though only one pony resided inside her body, and another half hour after that to make her look simply nine months pregnant.  By the time the event finally started, a thick, pudgy belt had formed over her midsection, hanging down a little bit, making it a little difficult to tell if she had a pregnant belly at all, or rather, the remains of a very full one.

The two were just as energetic as ever once the pegasi began to take flight and show off their abilities.  They cheered ecstatically, as overbearing as ever, making them impossible for anyone to ignore.  Especially for one specific mare in the sky.

Rainbow Dash couldn’t help but to notice the thick, fatty lining that her mother now wore.  It wasn’t enough to make her look unhealthy, but it was certainly enough to be extremely obvious that, at least compared with how trim and fit she looked last night, something had happened before the show.  Though her parents never told her about any suspicious activities in their past, she’s seen the signs all through childhood, and she knew what three ponies packed into one body looked like when she saw it.

She frowned at the sight and snorted to herself.  This is why she didn’t tell her parents anything anymore.