Time to Pay the Piper

Gilda made her way from the clearing and back towards Sweet Apple Acres. Her destination was the Cutie Mark Crusaders’ clubhouse, so she took her time to walk instead of flying. She enjoyed her belly's gurgles and growls as her body quickly worked over what was left of her snack. Being a predator, she would digest a colt the size of Diamond in a short amount of time.

Gilda took longer to get back to the clubhouse than she had to get to the field, due mostly to her getting lost. She didn't really know her way around when flying, even less so when she was walking. By the time she arrived, Celestia was already starting to lower the sun. She climbed up into the tree and slammed open the door, strolling in like she didn't have a care in the world. Before doing anything else, she slammed the door shut, using her tail to lock the door.

“Where've you been? It shouldn't have taken THAT much time to scare Diamond Tiara!” accused Apple Bloom. Gilda's stomach grumbled softly. She held up a talon, lifted her tail, and let out a rancid fart.

“Now, you were saying?”

The trio each brought a hoof up to their noses, Scootaloo groaning the loudest. “Geeze!” the orange filly complained. “Couldn't you at least do that outside?” Gilda just shook her head.

“I'm back now, I did what you wanted, now I want my pay.”

Scootaloo blinked and realized a fatal flaw in their plan. She motioned for the other two to have a quick little huddle.

“Sweetie Belle, Apple Bloom! We didn't tell her to bring back proof she had scared her!”

Apple Bloom sighed and shook her head a little. “Ah told y’all we shouldn't have rushed into this...”

The three broke the huddle and it was Apple Bloom that spoke up first. “You say you did what we wanted but-”

Her words cut off when another loud fart came from the gryphoness.

“Ewwww... Anyhay, you SAID you did, but do you have any proof?”

Gilda grunted some and felt a pressure building in her gut. She grinned evilly and nodded. “Proof? You want proof? How's THIS for proof?” Gilda grabbed the bag she was carrying and dumped the contents onto the floor. Diamond's bloody head bounced a couple of times with a dull thump sound before rolling underneath the gryphoness' large butt. She squatted, pushed hard, and grunted. Her tail lifted up before she began to relieve herself of what was left of the former bully. There were a few strands of pink fur mixed in with the brown mush.

All three of the fillies that had hired Gilda were shocked when the head thumped to the floor; Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle fainted on the spot. Apple Bloom was the only one to not pass out, watching in horror at what Gilda was doing. She pointed at the head and pile of shit that was plopping onto it.

"Y-y-y-you... You were only supposed to SCARE HER! What did you DO!?” Apple Bloom started to panic, shaking her head. She pointed at the pile under the gryphoness again, a look of horror on her face.

Gilda let out one last grunt, her last bit of waste plopping on top of the pile. She stood up and swished her tail a couple of times, giving a shrug. “Sorry, one thing led to another and I felt something predatory snap in me. And-”

While Gilda explained herself, Apple Bloom was quickly poking and shoving at her two friends quickly to try and wake them up. She managed to get them both awake and pointed at the pile. “I told you I had a bad feeling about this!”

“-And since I did what you wanted, technically, you still owe me payment!”

Apple Bloom had a scowl on her face and pointed to the door. “Oh, NO!” she screamed at Gilda, her outstretched leg shaking from anger. “You're not getting anything because you didn't do what we wanted! You weren't supposed to KILL her! G-get out of here!”

Scootaloo, being the quickest of the three, zipped over to open the door. She pushed and tugged and grunted, giving a panicked look around. “The door's jammed shut!”

Gilda strolled forward, heading towards Sweetie Belle. Sweetie Belle cowered in fear, ears laid back, as the gryphoness approached her. She was scared enough that she didn't think to try and run. A claw wrapped around her neck and lifted her up; Gilda's other claw wrapped around Sweetie Belle's horn. A quick movement and there was a loud snap sound followed by a scream. Gilda mostly ignored the scream and tossed the broken horn across the room.

“You're gonna pay me whether you want to or not,” Gilda threatened, pulling out a potion bottle.

She drank down the bitter tasting liquid and shivered.

“I'm getting my pound of flesh. And this potion I swiped from Zecora is going to help.” Very slowly, Gilda yawned wide, wider than she should have been able to. “Well, that worked quicker than I expected,” she commented, looking at the unicorn she was holding. “Guess I'll start with you.”

What followed almost caused Scootaloo and Apple Bloom to pass out in shock. They watched as Gilda shoved the unicorn filly face first into her wide opened maw, easily taking her inside. Her cheeks were comically bulged out, a few wiggles could be seen. Apple Bloom pointed and stammered.

“T-that... that's... Stretch potion!” She quickly joined Scootaloo by the door, trying to figure out why it wouldn't open. There was a very loud gulp sound, drawing the attention of the two fillies.

The fillies turned both their heads to look at where the noise was coming from at the same time. They were greeted with the sight of the squirming, wiggling bulges in Gilda's cheeks sinking lower and bulging out her neck. Thanks to the potion she had downed, Gilda found it rather easy to swallow her new filly snack. Gilda's neck bulged out as the lump Sweetie Belle made traveled downward. Gilda let out a sigh when she felt the bulge settle down into her stomach, her belly bulged out a little.

Despite the weight of the filly she had swallowed down whole, she quickly pounced on the earth pony and pegasus fillies, pinning both of them down to the floor. Gilda opened her mouth wide and let out a predatory roar before licking her beak.

“Now then, my little snacks,” she said with a snicker. “Which one gets shoved in first? The little apple pony or the flightless little pegasus?”

Gilda paused and watched as both fillies looked at each other. She could tell they were both working out how to try and convince her to eat one and spare the other. Gilda only lifted both fillies up, resting her weight on Sweetie Belle's bulge.

“Trick question, you're both going in the same time!”

She opened her mouth impossibly wide. Gilda wasted no time playing with the two, as this was payment and not some fun thing for her. She gave a very powerful gulp, feeling the large bulge slipping from her mouth and into her throat. Slowly Gilda laid down on her side, letting gravity assist with her eating.

Soon, all three of the fillies were inside Gilda's stretched, squirming gut. She ran a claw over the rounded dome of her belly, letting out a purr of satisfaction.

“It's been a LOOOOOOONG time since I've been able to eat any of you ponies; can't believe I let a stupid thing with Rainbow Dash change me.” Gilda huffed once and put on a mocking tone, imitating Rainbow's voice, rather poorly. “Oh Gilda! Ponies are friends, not food! If you're gonna go out with me you gotta stop eating ponies!”

The three fillies inside of Gilda weren't interested with the gryphoness' history with Rainbow Dash, save for Scootaloo, but they had more pressing matters than to listen to Gilda tell, what was to them, her life story. Apple Bloom once again took the leadership role.

“Girls, we gotta get out of here! I know it would be hopeful thinking that Gilda's gonna let us out, but I'm afraid that's a bit too hopeful.”

Sweetie Belle agreed and, despite the fact most of her horn was broken off, she attempted a small teleport spell. Her thinking was if she could get out, maybe with the other two still inside Gilda would be too heavy to chase after her. But with the majority of her horn missing, the most she was able to do was use her magic to light up the darkness.

“I... I can't cast any spells...” Sweetie said with sadness in her voice.

Apple Bloom, the strongest of the three, was unfortunately trapped between Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo, her strength quite useless in her position. Apple Bloom poked at Scootaloo, nudging the pegasus to make her speak up.

“H-hey, you know, our sisters will be wondering where we've run off too,” she started, her words getting cut off by a loud gurgle sound.

“What's that? I don't pay attention to my meals after I've eaten them.” Gilda grinned wide, claws idly rubbing over her bulging, squirming belly. “Of course, by the time anypony would think to even look for you three, it wouldn't matter. Now, if you'll excuse me,” she continued, looking out a window to see darkness had fallen, “I think it's about time for a quick nap ‘til morning.” Gilda drifted off into a food induced nap, much to the dismay of the three fillies. All three of them squirmed and yelled loudly for a good ten minutes before quieting down, listening to the sound of the gryphoness' snores as she slept.

The night passed uneventful, the trio bored out of their little minds. A few times, Apple Bloom and Scootaloo managed to drift off to sleep as well, though it was Sweetie Belle that had trouble getting comfortable. No matter which way she turned and pushed, there was a slight burning pain along her back. She thought it was just because she was in a weird position, but as the night wore on she found the burning and itching getting stronger. It was also humid and wet all around them.

Once morning broke and Celestia had raised the sun again, Gilda rolled over and scratched at her belly. She poked at the lumps, grinning when each one yelped awake.

“Survived the night, huh?” Gilda asked, giving a stretch. Apple Bloom and Scootaloo began to feel that burning and itching all over their bodies. Sweetie, though, started to complain.

“How did you two even sleep last night!?” she asked loudly. “I couldn't get comfy, and I've been itchy all over!”

“Why is it so itchy in here?”

Now that Gilda was awake, her stomach kicked into overdrive. The tight, wet stomach clenched and kneaded at the trio trapped inside. The light itching and burning feelings quickly got stronger which caused all three ponies to squirm and writhe around. Sweetie Belle, who had endured the night pressed into a pool of stomach acid, screamed the loudest when patches of her skin burned off. She writhed about under her two friends, kicking and pushing against the wet stomach walls in a futile attempt to escape. She felt a stinging in one of her eyes as well.

Apple Bloom was the next to scream and writhe about, followed shortly after by Scootaloo. The two also felt strong, burning and itching pain as the acids were worked into their fur and skin, which quickly gave way to a feeling of numbness.

Sweetie Belle was curious, and wanted to see if the trio were all fine. She lit her horn stub enough to cast some light and found it was difficult to see. She tried to get a good look at the three but…

"Why is to so hard for me to see?”

From what she could see, there were spots of fur missing on all three of them, as well as red, raw patches of burned skin!

“Ah! Your fur's falling out!” screamed Sweetie Belle.

Apple Bloom and Scootaloo both looked over each other and confirmed what Sweetie said. They were mostly devoid of any of their fur or manes by this point, and there were red, raw patches on their skin.. The two glanced over to the unicorn filly and gasped in shock at what they saw. In many places, Sweetie's fur was completely missing, and patches of her skin were red and raw. Apple Bloom looked back at Scootaloo and pointed. Her wings were bare of feathers and it almost looked like...

“Scootaloo! Y-your wings! I-I think they're just bones!” Apple Bloom yelled out, her voice cracking a little. She twitched an ear; something seemed off to her. Apple Bloom shook her head, brought her hooves up near an ear and clopped them together once. She heard nothing.

“AH! I can't hear out of one of my ears!”

There was a loud gurgle around them and the stomach walls squeezed against them harder. Scootaloo glanced down and gasped, seeing multiple spots on Sweetie Belle's body eaten away, some of her bones showing through in spots. Scoots was the one that saw why Sweetie couldn't see well.

Half of Sweetie Belle’s face was missing, the bones underneath quite visible and bleached white. An ear was missing and one of her eyes was dissolved, the socket empty. All three fillies looked at each other, their bodies in various states of digestion and, despite no longer feeling anything due to their nerves being burned off, screamed loudly and thrashed about.

Gilda scowled and poked hard at the lumps the three fillies made in her belly. Sweetie's lump squished the most. “Will you three SHUT up!?” Gilda screamed. “Just digest already!” The fillies finally realized that Gilda wasn't going to let them out.

“This isn't-!” Scootaloo started to scream out, her words choked out of her when the stomach walls clamped hard around the trio again. Loud glorps and gurgles surrounded the trio as the stomach worked over them. Sweetie Belle was getting tired, too tired to continue fighting. The acid fumes were starting to burn in her nose and her lungs, making it almost impossible for her to keep breathing.

Apple Bloom, being an earth pony and slightly more resilient than Sweetie Belle, was still kicking. She was kicking against the stomach walls, trying to make Gilda let them out. She opened her mouth to yell for help when the stomach shifted and squeezed, forcing some of the acid into Apple Bloom's mouth and down her throat. There was a brief bit of agonizing pain that started out as a gurgled scream followed by the sound of nothing as her throat and vocal cords were burned away.

Scootaloo wasn't faring much better. By this time, her wings were almost completely stripped of feathers and flesh; her mane, fur, and tail were all burned away, and bones were starting to show through in places. She, too, pushed against the stomach walls, still trying to fight for escape.

Gilda just laid there sprawled out on the clubhouse floor, listening to the glorps and gurgles that her stomach was making mixed with the various screams from the fillies.The stomach walls pushed back against the three fighting fillies; it clenched, kneaded, and worked the acids into the three snacks Gilda had swallowed whole. She opened her mouth in a yawn and scratched her full, round belly. Gilda let out a rather loud, long belch; the lumps that were the fillies became more defined as the stomach walls hugged tighter against them.

It was easy to make out each of the three ponies inside, their faces pressed against the stomach walls. There was another gurgle, a surprised cry from Scootaloo, and the sound of bones snapping as the stomach squeezed and churned even harder. Scootaloo’s wings snapped in multiple places, Apple Bloom’s ribs broke, and Sweetie Belle’s legs fractured.

With the tight squeezing making it difficult to say anything, the only sounds the digesting fillies made were groans and gurgles as the stomach worked them over.

A couple more hours passed; the bulges in Gilda's tightly stretched belly looked to be getting smaller and less defined. She poked at one of the lower lumps and felt it give and squish, but there was no squirm and no sound that came from it. “Hmmm, guess the little white one didn't last too long, oh well,” she chuckled, rolling over to take another nap.

When she woke up about 6 hours later, Gilda’s stomach looked more like she was pregnant and less like she had devoured a few tasty ponies. She yawned and stretched while she stood up.

“Ah, what a nice little nap, wouldn’t you say my little snacks?” she asked with a dark chuckle. Slowly she padded over to the door of the clubhouse. She slammed a claw against it and forced it open, no longer needing it to be stuck shut. The sun was high in the sky at that point and Gilda quite liked the feeling of the warmth on her slowly shrinking belly. There were still a few soft gurgles from her stomach as she walked away from the clubhouse. “Guess I’m gonna have to let you three out eventually. The question is where?”

Gilda snuck her way onto Sweet Apple Acres with an idea of where she was going to let the fillies out. She had seen the location a few times when she had flown over the farm during her travels. Lucky for her, the rest of the Apple family was in town, selling their wares for the day.

Gilda glanced around to check and made sure there weren't any ponies around watching. While she was looking, she noticed a few large barrels in the back of one of the barns. She wandered over, curious. Each barrel labeled with Rainbow Dash’s name. She used a claw to cut out a hole and sniffed the contents. “Heh, must be Rainbow’s stash of cider.” Gilda smirked some, feeling a pressure in her bladder. She worked quickly, found a small funnel, then shoved the funnel into the hole she had cut. She climbed up and positioned her slit over the funnel and relaxed her muscles.

With a loud sigh of relief, she felt a stream of piss start to trickle out at first, the stream quickly getting harder. She listened to the stream as it splashed on the funnel and the gurgle of the liquid as it was funneled into the barrel. “Rainbow’ll have a nice little surprise when she picks up her cider,” she chuckled, remembering the blue mare’s affinity for the stuff. “That’s what she gets for being a jerk friend when I was visiting.”

Once finished, Gilda wandered behind the barn and finally found what she was looking for. What she was searching for was a large fenced area just behind the barn; it was the compost and manure pens, where the fertilizer was held until it could be spread over the crops. With the way it was set up, Gilda jumped to the roof and squatted over the edge, positioned right above the pen. She lifted her tail and began to push, brown chunks of waste sliding out of her stretched hole. The first few slipped out easily, landing on the pile with a loud splat sound. The next push was slightly harder, the log was quite large and flecked with bits of white fur. Another push, a loud fart, and the waste slid free, now mixed with bits of white and yellow fur. All of the shit plopped into the fertilizer pen, mixing with the stuff that was already in there.

Gilda felt her stomach cramp up hard and felt an ominous gurgle. She gripped onto the roof hard and let out a loud grunt of pain. She pushed harder and harder, forcing out a very loud, smelly fart that almost echoed over the mostly empty farm. Gilda let out a loud sigh of relief when she felt the last log of shit push out and break off, landing on the pile below her with a loud sounding splat sound. She panted hard from the exertion, doing a backflip off the roof and landing next to the manure pen.

“So what was it your little club did? Look for cutie marks, right?” teased Gilda, clicking her beak a couple of times. “Well, I guess you don't need to look any more, right? Cause it looks like your special talent is gonna be fertilizer.” She then took off to head back to the Gryphon Kingdom, leaving behind what was left of her four snacks in Ponyville.

Author's Note

Silver Spoon ended up in an open relationship with Truffle Shuffle, who understood her concerns about being held back and forced to do things against her will. Their sex life, as a result, is amazing.

The manure that Applejack used, containing the leftovers of the three missing fillies, ended up causing three of the trees to produce oddly colored apples. One made white apples with cotton candy colored leaves, one made yellow apples with red leaves, and the third made purple apples with orange leaves.