Wingman: Chapter 3

>Sitting in the shade of the abandoned grocery store, you make small talk with the gluttonous pony.
>Barely able to move with her hefty meal, you pass time as her belly gradually pulverizes the full-sized equine.
>You continue to pry more knowledge from the mare while she's sedated by her full stomach.
“Atomic bombs?”
>”Chaos magic.”
“Lasers?”
>”Chaos, still.”
“You know there's science to back this up in our world.”
>”Well, its apples-to-apples, you say one thing, exact same thing in our world.  I didn't sleep through a year's worth of human culture classes for nothing, you know.”
>You slap your forehead with your hand, this horse unbelievable.
>She lays her head back onto the ground, doing her best to recline with her body's state.
>Regaining what little composure you had, you recall an earlier conversation.
“Hey, so the longer you're here without Harmony or whatever, your body will start changing to our world's rules?”
>In her food-filled stupor, she raises her voice, refusing to move her head off the floor to face you.
>”You got it Ace.  This here strong, stretchy body is a privilege of being from Equestria.  Don't think that girl I ate would've had the guts to take anything whole 'cause of the whole delicate organs and junk.”
>A low, rumbling belch erupts from her lips, a few wads of saliva flying out, silently hitting the floor.
>Feather moans in distress after she feels the gas subside.
>”Of course, digestion is still digestion... at least I won't need food for a while...”
>You stand up, walking over to the lazy head of the mare as you stare her in the tinted lens.
>She seems completely incapacitated compared to her usual boisterous self.
>Without warning, she blurts out with a grin.
>”Like what you see?  I'll be like this for a while longer, so take it in.”
>Seeing that she still hasn't lost the mouth on her, you inch away from her to avoid any surprise burps.
>Still relatively motionless on the ground, the mare continued to lay there, giving her tail an occasional wag.
>Her stomach continues to work on the hefty load, a couple of dull snaps echo inside her belly.
>With clenched teeth, Feather stems the rush of putrid air from her mouth, gently blowing out her burp.
>Her throat still vibrates at the hot air erupting from her stomach, a low, droning vibration playing in her throat.
>Finishing the second wave of prolonged belches, her hoof knocks away her goggles from her head.
>She exclaims while the strapped accessory slides towards you.
>”Dear Celestia I need a break from these things!”
>You take the oversized eye wear in your hands, looking through the lens in curiosity.
>Aside from the natural blue tint, you see a curious, gentle energy flowing through Feather.
>Its colorless quality was hard to put into words, but it floated about in gentle shapes.
>It swirls around her as it appears to fend off a more erratic energy, almost spiky and hostile.
>While you focus on the curious scene, the mare speaks up.
>”That's happening all the time, by the way.”
>You jump in brief surprise, the large goggles almost slipping from your grasp.
”W-What is?  That weird energy?”
>Lowering the goggles, you see the piercing crimson eyes stare back at you with fire.
>”Yeah, while I was assigned to find a human like you, going back home before I completely turn into a jerk is my priority.”
“You mean, you weren't always... like this?”
>She rolls her eyes with an exaggerated sigh.
>”If you want to believe that, sure.  But I will promise you one thing.”
>Her stare grows more intense, drawing you closer to her words.
>”Help me to my world and I can offer you a life better than you have ever dreamed on this rock.”
>Despite her words bleeding honesty from every letter, you test her mettle.
“...And if I don't?”
>Without breaking eye contact with you, she responds in earnest.
>”You can leave any time.  I'd never force a pony or anything to do what I want.”
>Closing your eyes, you sigh as you lower her goggles to the ground.
>With a quick scratch of your head, Feather continues to gaze at you with those sharp eyes.
>The unwavering look begged for your answer.
“Fine... what's the first order of business now that I'm officially joining you?”
>A sly smirk forms on her face as she extends a fore hoof to you.
>”Drag me behind that counter.”
>Seeing the leg wider than your torso, you look at her in disbelief.
“You're kidding, right?”
>”Nope, look outside, you sure know how to make a conversation last.”
>Turning your head to the outside, you see the setting sun just barely above the horizon.
>The pegasus chimes in at the scenery.
>”Even though my goggles can see lifeforms from good distances in any light, I still feel that we should walk by daylight.”
>Looking back to her, you see her eagerly shake her hoof in your face.
>”Now come on, little ol' me ain't that heavy.  Remember, I come from the land of marshmallow horses.”
>You groan as you take hold of the massive limb with both hands.
>Much to your surprise, Feather was as light as advertised.
>Though you feel the ground shake with her steps when she runs or walks, her weight was no problem to drag across the tiled floor of the grocery.
>She grimaces at your shocked expression.
>”Told ya, I'm not all bad now, am I?”
>You continue to slide the mare to the cover of the clerk's counter, her belly still making all sorts of unseemly noises.
>Laying on her back, her swollen belly has become more shapely and less jagged, the pony inside probably nothing more than a nutritious pile by now.
>Feather motions back to front of the store.
>”Hey, go get my goggles, need to make sure we're still safe for the night.”
>With a snarky tone, you oblige.
“Yes master, right away master.”
>She titters at your compliance as you run over and quickly grab the strap of the goggles.
>Tossing it to her, she grabs it mid-air and quickly dons them, swinging her head around to observe.
>”Okay, I think we're good for tonight, let's sleep early so we can get up with the rising sun.”
>Taking a corner of the room, you agree with her.
“Sure, well, good night.”
>As you lay down, Feather vocally disagrees with your sleeping spot.
>”Woah now, where do you think you're sleeping?”
“Here...?”
>She clicks her tongue in disappointment.
>”Wrong, much like last night, your bed is right here.”
>She slaps her gurgling belly for emphasis, still slightly lumpy with meals.
“But...”
>”No 'buts'.  Unless you'd like to sleep in there, that can be arranged.”
>Shaking your head vigorously, she sighs as Feather explains.
>”Look, I don't want no human, pony, bear or whatever taking you away from me.  So you're getting strapped to be one way... or the other.”
>You shiver at the “other” option as you walk towards the huge abdomen of the mare.
>”Feel free to... make your bed if its shape doesn't suit you.”
>Placing your hands on her malleable belly, you can feel the slimy innards slide against the bones and other hard bits of the expired pony.
>Feeling out the middle of her paunch, you try your best to blindly clear a way so your body isn't poked and prodded by pony limbs in your sleep.
>While you dig your hands deep into her flesh, you see Feather drool at the sensations as her hind leg twitches.
>”Ohh yes... take your time.  This 'bed' is incredibly messy, indeed...”
>With uneasiness, you continue your seemingly futile effort to clear the center of her stomach of bones.
>Your fingertips pass over the coat as you scratch her exposed belly repeatedly.
>Greasy mush within her slide over your hands as you accidentally help with the digestive process.
>The only thing louder than Feather's relieved guts was Feather herself as she egged you on.
>”Yes... messy bed... messy bed!  I'm a messy bed!”
>Unsure how to feel, you climb on top of her, elbowing the center of her body as your knees dig deep into her tummy.
>Her body jiggles as you force your weight onto her, trying to part the half-digested formations inside her body.
>You feel the sickening dull pops and snaps of bone and other hardened formations inside her.
>Each crack and gurgle vibrates against your body, Feather soaking in all the pleasure of a massaged belly.
>Feeling her belly reach a tolerable level of comfort, you lay back as Feather straps you to her body with her hooves.
>She whispers to you in a sultry tone.
>”Comfortable enough for you?”
>Not one to break the mood, you nod.
>”That's good, now have a better night.”
>You hear Feather immediately slip into a slumber.
>Though the organic processes in her body were directly against your ear, the soft beat of her heart entranced you.
>With a body sore from fluffing a mare's belly, you drift into sleep shortly afterwards.