From Prying Eyes [F/F, Full Tour, Scat, Food]

	On the edges of the Everfree Forest, a unicorn and her traveling wagon rest on a peaceful patch of grass.  Set before the pony adorned with a starry cape and hat is a myriad of food and drink, ranging from luscious salads, neatly cut sandwiches and sweet bubbling beverages.  Her horn shimmers a pale magenta as she organizes the buffet before her.  She soothes her grumbling belly with a gentle stroke of her hoof as she addresses the afternoon air around her.

	“Oh Trixie!  You've outdone yourself this time!  Scrounging up a scant few bits to make enough food to last the week is nothing short of amazing!  Before Trixie can indulge, Trixie must pack up the extras...”

	The reverie from her glorious meal was broken by the sharp crunching of twigs and rustling of bushes nearby.  Poising for whatever the wild forest may throw at her, the magician stands her ground, horn at the ready with a fierce gleam.

	Bursting from the foliage, a tan coated pegasus with a safari hat and clothes to match dart out into the open meadow near Trixie.  The rosey pupils of the pony dart around as they lock onto the unsuspecting unicorn, her hurried and fatigued expression draws Trixie's guard down as she walks to meet the panicked pony.  The winged mare trots a short distance before blurting out to the performing pony.

	“Hey!  Look, I'm being chased, I don't have time to explain but, you've got to hide me!”

	Trixie's eyebrows twist around in skepticism as she scans the mare for anything suspicious.  Recalling a series of novels she once saw, she probes the pony.

	“Uh huh, and Trixie is to assume that you're late for a costume party?  Nightmare Night was months ago.  Well, you can hide in my home if that suffices.”

	Pointing to her wheeled home, she looks back to the tired stranger.  With worn eyes, the pegasus glances at Trixie's home, future meals and the ground before her.  The pony shakes her head erratically, beads of sweat flying from her black mane, her hard hat almost flying off at the force.  She steps forward a bit before taking a moment to sigh as she informs Trixie.

	“No... that won't do... they'd find me easily... maybe you can...”

	A large bubbling rumble visibly shakes Trixie's underbelly as a cute burp erupts from her lips, giving her cheeks a brief blush as the flash of gas interrupts the pegasus' dialogue.  As Trixie starts to apologize, an idea visibly flashes in the other pony's eyes.

	“Excuse me, I haven't eaten today yet, so I must be getting back to-”

	“That's it!  Hey, since you're a unicorn, do you know any shrink spells?”

	Befuddled by the random question, Trixie regains her composure as her proficiency in spells is put in question.

	“What?  Of course!  Trixie is educated in many spells, such as this 'shrink' spell you ask of.  Why?”

	The pegasus grabs a sizable bag from her coat pocket and throws it to Trixie.  The unicorn catches it in the glow of her magic as she takes a quick peek inside.  The glitter of a sea of bits reflect in her eyes, enough money to support her for a good few weeks.  Before Trixie can say anything, the other pony gives a late introduction.

	“Look, my name's Daring Do, and think of that as the first payment of many if you can hide me away inside you.  Start casting your spell, because I'm going in.  Now!”

	“Wha-”

	The bag of bits flop to the ground as Trixie's mouth stretches open to the pony's powerful forelegs.  In a hasty panic, the magician tries to slowly shrink the pony as she feels the rounded head hit the back of her throat, Daring taking no time to let Trixie gather her thoughts.  The odd shape of the safari hat made this no simple task, as the inflexible accessory twists and turns at the pulsating throat.  Though her body slowly shrinks with each passing second, the pegasus expresses her dissatisfaction at the speed of the spell.

	“Come on!  Faster!  I barely feel any smaller!”

	The talking mare tickles Trixie's throat as each word vibrates through her flesh, causing her to scratch her neck with her forehoof, feeling the solid form of the pony traveling down her esophagus.  Accepting her fate, the magician shrugs to herself as she stands on her hind legs, pulling up Daring's own hind legs, propping them up above her head to let gravity assist her in consuming the pony.  Her horn continues to glow, but Daring's barely shrunk body still reflects on Trixie's own as each curve and form trace on the unicorn's throat, the neck nothing more than a skin-tight suit as every detail of the pegasus head, flank and everything in between is lined for any pony to see.  Feeling the overly tight squeeze of the muscular passageway, the pegasus calls out again.

	“Smaller!  At this rate, even a filly could recognize me in here!”

	Giving one last of magical charge into Daring, Trixie shrinks the pony to just under the size of a filly, allowing her to close her teeth behind the twitching hind hooves.  The dry, yet salty aftertaste of the sweaty pony's coat drills into her taste buds as she looked at her rations for the week, desperately needing a drink.  Giving the pony's body a couple more heavy gulps, she floats the bag of bits into her wagon as she feels the eager wiggling of Daring vibrate through her unsuspecting digestive organs.  Taking a cup of fruit juice in her hoof, she sits down as her cape pops off her neck, the strain of the pony's size finally enough for it.  The stress of downing such a dry body caused her brow to sweat a bit as she sets aside her performer's hat.  On her haunches, she feels the pony's head pry open her stomach as her belly swells out slightly at the size, the sudden dancing of bulges against her skin showing that Daring's forehooves have made it inside as well.

	Struggling to fit her entire body in the magician's stomach, Daring impatiently kicks her hind legs to accelerate her entire form in, causing the unicorn containing her to cough and jostle her fleshy chamber.  Quickly realizing that she's causing internal discomfort for the mare, Daring crosses her fore hooves over her chest, allowing the digestive organs to naturally pull the rest of her body inside.  Though dark, Daring feels the unicorn's hunger as she is the only resident inside the pulsating organ.  Thick fluids and other acrid juices pool and drip around her as she waits for the last of her hind hooves to pop in, her forelegs wrapping around her flank to optimize her space inside the shivering belly.

	A dry belch is propelled out from Trixie's mouth, wincing as a few stray feathers are launched from her throat.  Her front hoof wanders around her throat, checking to make sure that Daring's mass has finally fully arrived in her needy stomach.  Still feeling pangs of hunger and thirst, Trixie slowly bring the cup of juice to her lips as a kick from within her belly interrupts her with a muffled voice.

	“Hey!  I can still be seen from outside, huh?  This feels way too snug!”

	“Uhh...”

	Trixie looks down on her belly as vague lumps and bumps line her belly.  Though it was not completely obvious that a smaller pony is packed into her paunch, the odd deformations with the occasional hind leg-shaped bulge made it suspicious.

	Unable to process much information with her body screaming out for real sustenance, she takes a mindless swig of juice as she guzzles down the entire cup in seconds.  The refreshing, cool fluid clearing her throat and splattering into her busy belly gave Trixie some relief, but Daring some grief, shouting out to the starved pony.

	“What was that for... wait, you're a genious Trixie!”

	The compliment broke Trixie out of her hungry haze, naturally responding to the sweet words.

	“Hm, hm, hm... but of course!  Er... why is Trixie a genius again?”

	Without hesitation, Daring orders Trixie as she sloshes about in the stomach.

	“Fill yourself up!  If any pony sees you, they'll just assume that you had that huge buffet in front of your wagon, no way they'd suspect me in here!”

	Trixie looks longingly at her carefully prepared meals for the entire week, hesitant to stuff herself silly.  With a voice reflecting her reluctance, she mutters to Daring.

	“But... this is Trixie's food for the week...”

	With a thundering voice from within, Daring barks at the unicorn with a decisive point.

	“I told you that bag of bits was only the beginning!  I'll... I'll buy you food for the year if that's what'll take!”

	Trixie's eyes light up at the prospect, the meals she once hesitated to consume now a ticket to even more delicacies.  Without a second thought, she grabs the nearest plate of sandwiches and confirms Daring's request.

	“Yes mam!”

	Jamming each individual sandwich into her mouth, she chews at a pace slower than her ability to cram food into her mouth.  Letting her hunger completely overtake her, she swallows the soggy, lump of half-chewed food from her salivating mouth as she feels her throat stretch out once again to deliver another heavy mass to her belly.  Taking no time to wait for the breaded goodies to arrive in her stomach, she reaches out for the garnished salads and tips the bowl's contents into her messy maw.

	Drenched in sour stomach fluids and fizzy fruit juice, Daring feels a soggy lump graze her body as she assumes the pony has taken her advice.  Feeling out where the exterior of Trixie's belly is, she takes the clay-like food and tries to line the stomach with it.  Thinking she can pad the organ to prevent others from seeing her form inside, the steady pulses of the organ's churning quickly put that theory to rest as the food grinds back onto her body.  Though the slimy food continues to flow in with the heavy thumps of Trixie's teeth booming around her, she gingerly undresses herself as the mess of organic materials cling to her hat and clothes, becoming a nuisance on her body's coat.

	Continuing to gorge herself on the carefully prepared meals set before her, she sees a group of rough ponies exit the Everfree Forest a good distance away from her.  All looking very suspicious as they scan the area around them, Trixie feels their eyes fall onto her.  Not wanting to raise their curiosity, the unicorn continues to mindlessly devour the food around her, not making eye contact and continuing her steady pace to fill herself.  Her cheeks puff out as the activity in her belly brews up a considerable amount of gas in her guts, allowing a disgusting belch to tear and thunder through the air as bits of food and various liquids uncontrollably fly out from her mouth.  The gang of ponies visibly cringe at the sight as they trot away from the glutenous mare.  Trixie quietly celebrates her victory of being completely discreet, smiling through the mess that littered her mouth.  With cheeks filled with mashed tomatoes and chopped up hay, she quietly declares the situation to her stomach's resident.

	“Hey they went away!  You can- oof!”

	A kick from inside interrupted her dialogue, Daring scolding the cocky pony from within.

	“They're still looking for me though!  Now, keep eating!”

	Though space was starting to be a premium inside Trixie's belly, the pegasus knew that she must blend in perfectly into her surroundings to escape her pursuers.  From hiding inside the trees in the jungle to now inside a mare's throbbing, humid belly with a tide of digested food swirling around her, she must become her environment.  Feeling out the entrance to the small intestine, she takes her hat and coat and jams it deep into the pulsating tunnels, as her clothes proved nothing but problems in the stomach.  Her world shivers as Trixie feels her digestive system lurch forward at the force of Daring's dressings being propelled deeper inside her, the unicorn complaining at the stress in her gut.

	“But I'm starting to feel full...”

	Wrestling with the sludge and the thick masses of unidentifiable textures that clung to her enveloped body, Daring gives Trixie a heartfelt speech of gratitude with the foul odors and sweltering heat dig into her senses.

	“I know I'm really bossing you around, but...”

	A soggy piece of, what she can determine in the claustrophobic darkness is lettuce temporarily silences her.  Wiping it off, she continues her speech.

	“Thanks for the temporary hideout, but either you shrink me more, or you stuff yourself so hard that any pony that sees your bloated belly sees me as innocent food slugging through your guts!”

	Though she prides herself as a “Great and Powerful” magician, her magic was nowhere as strong as she flaunts.  Knowing she cannot shrink the pony within her any more, she grabs another plate of lettuce wraps and proceeds to stuff herself more.  Hearing the chaos of consumption roaring around her, Daring relaxes into the acrid sludge as more bits of chewed food pepper onto her body, the oppressive atmosphere of the digestive organ dulling Daring's sharp mind.  With one last commanding voice, she calls out to Trixie.

	“Thanks, remind me of the reward when I get out!”

	Belly straining against the sheer mass of digestible and indigestible materials contained inside, Trixie continues to eat against her instinct to stop, driven by the promise of being pampered by this supposedly infamous pegasus.  The empty platters behind her pile up as each carefully prepared dish she made is haphazardly crammed into her greedy gullet, packing her torso with an indescribable amount of edibles.  Her middle gradually swells out, featureless bulges forming on her paunch from the barely-chewed meals that fought for space against the powerful churning currents of the stomach.  Cramming the last of a baker's dozen of cupcakes into her mouth, she lazily chews the dessert as she sees the devastation she laid behind; empty plates, patches of spilled juice on the dirt below and crumbs from platters not licked clean.

	Her forelegs wrap around the dense, jiggling orb that was attached to her body.  Surveying the lumpy protrusions that lined her belly, it was impossible to distinguish any shape or object that sloshed around her filled innards.  A sudden burst of movement flared from her belly, causing Trixie to belch out more remnants of disintegrated food, feathers and wisps of hair.  With the comfort of her body's guest far from her mind, she struggles to get on all four of her hooves as she looks to Ponyville in the distance.

	“Well, might as well stock up on food again... urgh...”

	With groceries on the mind of the unicorn, Daring Do feebly shimmies around the digested mush and partially chewed food inside the bubbling belly of Trixie.  As requested, every angle and inch of her body was covered in doughy, soggy edibles with little room that made even shifting around a distant thought.  Fiber strings of soft lettuce slither around around her neck as her legs are plunged in a blend of chewed bread and sopping, mushed carrots.  The stomach shifts around to splash more bile and digestive acid around the trapped mare, causing sweet frosting from above to jam itself into her face.  The stifling gases, frothing juices and powerful contractions of the densely packed digestive organ continued to keep Daring in check as she tries to go along with the merciless pulverization, knowing full well that she's nothing more than another object for the unicorn's body to wrestle with and pass.  Her quarters quake with a strong force as she hears Trixie excuse herself from an erupting belch.

	“Oh my, excuse Trixie, she's had a very... significant meal today.”

	The owner of the food stand nods her head in understanding, wiping of what appeared to be a feather from her face.  Thinking nothing of it, she continues to watch the blue unicorn peruse through her wares.

	Wearing saddle bags packed with all sorts of goodies, Trixie gleefully purchases fresh produce from the hard workers of Ponyville.  From apples to zucchinis, she was able to buy an entire alphabet of fruits and vegetables for her use.  Another reverberating belch from deep within her guts reminds her that she won't be partaking in these delectable groceries any time soon, but having them secured her traveling rations for quite a while.  Between the saddle bags that sat on her sides, her lumpy belly stayed out of sight for any curious ponies that may have looked at her underside on accident.  Though it is only natural to bring bags when shopping, her choice of saddle bags was perfect given the situation.

	Feeling the fleshy canopy she resided in bounce with each step that Trixie made, the pegasus slowly started to become accustomed to the oppressive atmosphere of the digestive process.  Having suffered much worse at the hands of her rivals, adapting to the sluggish movement of the organ was easy, as all she had to do was lay down to the mercy of the stomach.  It had no malicious intent nor any reason to hurt her, as long as she acted as a piece of food, the wrinkled walls did not fight back.  As she melds into the liquidized meals, she feels an urgent tug on her tail.  Remembering that she shoved her hat and clothes into the small intestine, it seems her turn has come.  Though she dreads the things she'll come across deeper inside Trixie, she lays lax on the stomach, letting the contracting, muscular gate have its way with her as she feels it play with her rear, ready to suck in the folded mare further into the slippery and saturated darkness.

	With the sun slowly setting in the distance, Trixie makes her way back to the ornate wagon she calls home.  Even with a disgruntled, sore stomach and a live pony squirming around her digestive tract, the bits from her passenger and the haul of food made her time very worthwhile.  The occasional faint gurgle of her guts and silent burps that hisses past her teeth tells her that her body is still actively compressing the sheer amounts of food that she consumed earlier in the day.  Though it has been happening less frequently, it was still a bother to her.  Coming onto her wheeled home, she opens the door with a dim glow of her horn and enters her cozy abode.

	Wiggling her hips to shake the strained saddle bags off her back, she sits on her bed as fatigued weighs heavily on her eyelids.  Scratching her side, she yawns wide before mumbling to herself.

	“What a full day Trixie's had.  A good night's sleep is sure to invigorate her!”

	Before laying down, she carefully caresses her middle, much smaller than it was earlier in the day.  Impressed by the speed of her metabolism, she gingerly digs around her belly fat, searching for Daring's solid form among the squishy innards of her body.  Unable to find any evidence of the mare slinking around inside her, the unicorn shrugs as her back slams against the bed, her head perfectly landing on the pillow behind her as a glow of her horn tucks her in with a starry blanket.  Yawning once more, the pony falls asleep without a care in the world.

	The slow hum of Trixie's breaths reverberate through her body, a mere dull buzz to Daring as the sloppy innards of the intestines throb around her.  The size of her body forced the intestines to stretch around her bulbous form, and the sheer weight of digested food behind her helped slowly shove her body through the oily, lubricated passages of the sleeping mare.  Having adapted to the sour smell that leaked from every molecule of the lower tract, the pegasus does her best to gradually inch her way through the restrictive tubing.

	Calmly scaling the distended, ribbed tunnels, the soft masses of waste start to catch up with her, oozing around her body as she holds up the traffic of used food behind her.  Not wanting to be engulfed by the stuffy, clay-like excrement, she tries to pull her body forward by hooking her hooves into the soft walls.  Unfortunately, the slimy grease that lined the inside gave her no grip, and her increased struggles forced the soft mass behind her to spill all over her body.

	Daring reaches out one last time before she feels the entire intestine shift and shape around her to bury her inside the warmth of Trixie's waste.  Knowing in the back of her head that pretending to be sustenance for the pony included the messy way out, she slowly accepted her temporary fate as the soften stool encroaches over her head and pours out all around her.  The even, pulsating walls of the intestine gradually mold and shape the unicorn's old meals around Daring, and packages the pony into a neat, but oversized lump of feces, primed for excretion.  Finally completing the full process of blending into her environments, she waits patiently in her thick cocoon of bodily waste for release.

	With the rising sun pouring into Trixie's home, she stirs awake as she pulls the blankets over her head, taking care to keep the warmth trapped inside away from the cool, morning air.  She groans as her tail's dock whips her tail out of the way of her flank, letting rip a prolonged fart from between her cheeks.  Though the smell that wafts into the magician's nostrils told her of nature calling, she only snuggles deeper into her bed, refusing to leave.  She mumbles nonsense to no one in particular as she flips over her body.

	“Too warm... don't wanna leave...”

	Her belly whines a bit as curling up on her bed put pressure on her bladder, giving her more reason to leave her cozy bed.  With a huff, she tosses the covers to the side as she gives her belly a vigorous scratch.  With the pressure on her colon's sphincter only increasing by the minute, she clumsily climbs out of her wagon as she eyes the nearby trees.  Casually walking over with a gait in her step, she digs a decent hole in the ground with her magic as she turns her flank to it to empty herself.

	A steady yellow stream trickles from between her legs at it splatters onto the hole and every which way.  The quiet beat of liquid dribbling against the soft earth slowly dies down as Trixie spreads her rear cheeks wide, the wrinkled exit of her digestive system exposed as it stretches open to let the brown waste tumble from her colon and onto the soil below.

	Vaguely recalling her consumption of an impossibly sized meal yesterday, she snaps half-awake as the brown lumps of waste cease falling out of her with ease.  Not a stranger to constipation, Trixie strains and grunts as she feels the oversized turd duck in and out of her colon, unable to fully exit her system.  Sweating beads at this troublesome lump, she questions this stubborn mass that proves difficult to push through her anal sphincter.

	“What in Celestia's name did I eat?  This is absolutely ridiculous-”

	Recalling Daring diving down her throat early yesterday, Trixie doubles her strains as promises of meals sat right inside her tenacious guts.  Holding her breath, she hopes that the pressure travels down to her rear as she can finally feel the compressed, brown package crown out of her colon and into the fresh air.  Taking short, sharp breaths, the unicorn continues to force the large, oblong shape out from her body, hearing it slam into the ground below.

	Though the unicorn wanted to greet her passenger, her bowels were far from finished as the removal of that large obstruction in her intestines let loose a torrent of feces, burying what she assumed was Daring Do in more brown sludge.  Like an ice cream machine, more tube-like waste continues to pile onto the hole, Trixie panting in both relief and exhaustion as the heavy weight ejects itself from her system.

	Feeling much lighter than when she started, Trixie wipes herself clean with simple wave of her magic as she closes her hind quarters, giving her sore anus a well-deserved rest buried between her flanks.  Panting at the sheer amounts of matter that left her body, she turns to see the load that fermented in her digestive tract the entire night.  With careful movements, Trixie shifts around her stool with her magic, looking for the oval shape buried beneath the soft mess.  Reaching the bottom, she sees a shrunken hoof poking out of the hardened clump she passed earlier from her bowels.  Cracking it open with a precise cut, she sees Daring, still the size of a big bunny but completely intact.  The pegasus gives a weak wave back as Trixie carries her up with a glow of her horn, meticulously cleaning off the pony from the used buffet that she indulged in yesterday.  As Trixie charges up her abilities to return the mare to her original size, Daring gives Trixie her thanks.

	“Whew, that certainly was a journey I won't forget, thanks for that!”

	As the two equines see eye to eye with Daring's size restored, Trixie swiftly responds to the compliment, feeling it being well-deserved.

	“Of course!  Anything to help a pony in need!  Now... about that payment you mentioned...”

	Though still worn from her journey through the magician, she nods in affirmation as she walks back to Trixie's home.

	“A promise is a promise!  Don't you worry about it... though while I was in there, I was thinking if you'd like to help out some in my adventures!”

	Trixie raises an eyebrow to the proposition, letting the pegasus talk and thinking of what other riches await this potential partnership.

	“Let's just say that being pony chow is much better than being found and captured by my rivals.  Hey, being the great magician you are, you could probably transform yourself into other ponies and never raise suspicion, right?”

	With a haughty laugh, Trixie exaggerates her abilities to the adventurous pony.

	“Of course!  Trixie is Equestria's greatest magician!  Of course, Trixie's services don't come cheap, dear...”

	Daring waves off Trixie's seemingly tall request as she boasts.

	“Name your price, and I'll match it!  Success is my middle name, as long as I do all the heavy lifting and you're there for me to fall back on, we've got it made!”

	The two mares continue to talk as the sun continues to peek over the horizon, both exchanging stories of their adventures through Equestria and potential future dealings.