The Bay Banquet Series

Bay Banquet Bowels

Second Part of the Bay Banquet Series

Written by Septia.

”One four-way relaxation packet.” The waitress in cobalt announced and revealed an octopony beneath the serving lid.

“At your service, misses.” It bowed in the same turn as its tentacles sprawled out free from being stuck in the serving dish. “Allow me to take care of you.” She got herself comfortable in the middle of the table, and reached out its tentacles to each one of the four mare's billowing bellies. -Slrhhgt- curling up its appendages around the humps of flesh and letting each individual suction cup start to apply pressure to the overstuffed gullets.

“Oooooaaaa...” The mares gave out a warm sigh, leaning back in their chairs to let the articulate graspers cradle their meals and slither across the rippling surface to knead in against the pudge in its treatment.

“Ooooaaahuhh... this is so great,” Pinkie said with her voice vibrating at the squelches and tugs of the tendrils, the waitress turning and bowing, “thanks soououoo much, Nessy.”

At this the Waitress halted in place. “Aaah...”

“Hmnn? Wait a moment, Nessy?” Twilight exclaimed and looked at the mare taking cover behind her hooves. “Royal maid Nessy?”

“I, well, former maid.”

Pinkie waved still jittering from the massage. “She was in my Caves and Creatures party.”

“The group that you... dumped?” Twilight questioned to the quivering Pinkie Pie's nodding. “This does not add up.”

The waitress now exposed wiggled towards the exit whilst mumbling beneath her breath. “Oo-ohw-well I-I can't really say how I... B-but I-.”

“Hold up.”

Nessy swallowed.

“This is something I can't leave up to chance,” Twilight turned on her side, gullet wobbling against the seat as she exposed her hind to the waitress. “Would you be so kind as to crawl up my butt to let me conduct this experiment, Nessy?” -Fhhirrst-. A puff of gas petered out through her cheeks.

To which the maid turned waitress sighed. “Y-yes, p-princess Twilight.”

~ 1 ~

-Brrfulltpht-. At the gust of fumes flooding Nessy's face the mare felt a chill go down her spine.

“Excuse me Nessy, already stocked up on sea food.”

The mare coughed and sshuddered, holding up the weight of the regal posteriour whilst bathing in the clouds of vinaigrette pudding. “B-but p-princess-.” Her hooves submerged in flank pudge, gliding down the crack towards the pucker winking with huffs f sickly fume.

“That is the spirit, the royal butt needs you for an experiment,” Twilight explained whilst patting her rear, which now loomed just over Nessy's head, holding up the rump like a pillar, “you may be a peculiar specimen Nessy, don't you realise that?” Twilight twisted her rear, squeaking the greasy bottom down until the mare's muzzle laid plastered against the convulsing rim which undulated around her nostrils, imbuing a stench of lard and musk. “I have already eaten a fair bit, so I am going to need you to snuggle yourself up my bowels, alright Nessy?”

The mare trembled like an autumn leaf. -Phooorft-. A plume of gas which smelled and looked like olives billowed out over her face, the rear entrance grinding and applying its juices to her face in waiting. “R-r-right away, Princess.” She prodded her front hooves into the hole and spread in time for an exhale of noxious fumes -Phooofrt- yet the viscous inner colon made a grip impossible to hold, and Nessy 's hooves and head plunged into the bog atmosphere of Twilight's colon, stopping at the shoulders like a plug.

Twilight heaved out a moan at her backdoor engorging at such a size around the mare's frame, with her breath in her throat she panted out a humid: “M-much appreciated Nessy, you are helping more than you know.”

During the time Twilight spoke, the mare getting compressed up against colon walls which brused over her, polishing her coat. Yet, she only begrudgingly bit her lip and kept wiggling herself upwards.

The air grew dense and soaked with the fumes higher up the princess's organic stone, Nessy being clenched to walls secreting colon fluids that latched onto her in ropes of goo. All whilst she could feel Twilight's pucker around her midriff like a corset pulled a few buttons too tight, her own flesh pulsating along with the plush, sprawled pit.

Twilight caressed the bulge inflating above her crotch, the others too lost in the meticulous massage to take notice.

All, except for Buttered, who Pinkie had stashed underneath her rump, cheeks clasping in to daub his face with musk and drops of sweat. She knew he enjoyed himself, judging by his wiggles, or at least she couldn't hear him complaining.

“Mmnnfaaaa... Ok, making progress, just need to slot in your hips and we should be good...” Twilight heaved whilst her cheeks clapped against Nessy's sides, a rumbling -Phhffggrt- growing louder with puffs of steam clouding the plug-mare's torso.

Within the colon Nessy was holding her hooves like prongs at the sides of the intestines, in limbo between making progress and attempting to stay put in hopes of a change of mind. The rugose tissue closed in and bundled her hooves together, Nessy panting out and taking in a deep breath of a sudden -Brfofooofgt- rolling through the colon and draping her in a gummy smog. The air polluted, the tart fog of brine warped fumes prodding into Nessy's nostrils like a pair of tentacles. She closed her eyes and coughed; a momentary lapse in concentration coupled with the rump hanging so far off the chair caused Twilight to tip over.

“Oohaalnfmoopg.” Twilight spurted out as the ballast of her gut dragged her onto the floor, with the angle her rump smacking down on the mare's hips and distending around the girth of the mare's body just to contract and snap shut like a rubber band over Nessy's back-hoof. “Mmnfgllbmmf.”

The purple gut lay bloated like a water balloon, with the occasional hoofmark and prodding scrambling across her abdomen, the contorted outline of the mare secluded behind a hefty helping of Princess pudge. “Pheeow... Hooo.... Aaa, that is it, well done in there, utilizing my moment as a spring force.” Twilight curled her hooves around her mountainous gullet and heaved it up onto the chair, the bottom flat against the seat as she clambered herself up. “I am going to have to keep a close eye on you, and document the result of this.” She calmly announced and patted down across her bulk.

~ 2 ~

-Sllhirhg-. A tentacle roamed up around the wriggling hoof jutting out of Twilight's rectum, curling in loops before hoisting the hunk of mare-inated beef inside. -Shlloolpip-. Withdrawing as a -Pfhuuurth- trumpetherd out of the princess's rear.

“Pho... thank you, ee... miss?”

The octopus roped two of its tendrils around Twilight's belly and squeezed for a few moments. -Hgllriulgp- The stomach's contents churned at the compression, and this was followed up by the appendages sprawling over her gullet and rubbing with soothing, curling motions. “Octopod Masseuses of batch fourteen,” it replied.

Twilight curled up at the massage, then sighed with relief. “Then thank you, fourteen. Ooop... I have to commend the service.”

The octopus brushed its tentacles over Twilight's belly, bending them in patterns to knead down the protrusions to appease the hunk of mare flesh swelling and deflated at a pace of her breath, yet, with the disassociation between the mares and the bulk they were all carrying made the stomachs seem like beasts in their own right, breathing with skin like polymer swelling in all directions before being compressed back into shape. “Of course, it is our goal here to fill your Cauldrons to look bay-utiful,” the cephalopod stated as it poked down a few tentacles in a dimple on Twilight's pillowy mound, dragging down and forming folds of jiggly belly it let bob and then smootheed back down.

“I haven't heard that slogan before.”

“They scrapped that motto. Although, it doesn't stop me from remembering it.” At this the two chuckled.

“Mmn aoomf... s-soo... much... wiggle...” Fluttershy heaved out in her seat, despite her gullet having diminished considerably it still laid like a satchel of bouncy dough to cover her lap.

Fourteen directed her attention to the exhausted mare and let her suction-cups feel out the contours to smooth them over and apply a glossy ink which it worked in as a massage grease over the mare's coats. “There we are, to your liking I hope?” Fourteen asked and curled her tendrils in gropes and kneads across Twilight's form, the slimy drag of the appendages drowning out the muffled “Mfnnfbbfwfm,” still coming from the bumps on her torso.

“Excellent, just the thing to stimulate my experiment.”She cooed out with a pat to her tummy.

~ 3 ~

Later on, the mares had gotten a hold of themselves and enjoyed the massage whilst chatting, marveling at the array of creatures swimming in the dome around them. At one point visited by a school of Jellyponies, that were promptly swallowed by Reef Lips and their massive smile, the Basking Shark waving as it swam by, locking so many fish into the depths of its gullet.

“S-so, e-everyone here w-wants to...”

“Slip into a comfy tummy, certainly miss,” Fourteen responded to Fluttershy, taking care to clump up and smoother over the pegasus' torso.

“How do-oOhnmm... how do...”

Fourteen put a tentacle to Flutter's lips.

“These creatures were all bred here, learning how the world works and how we belong pleasing others, even to the extent of playing 'scared' to be embraced by you.”

Fluttershy wiggled and rubbed across her gut. “O-oh, l-like conditioning?”

Fourteen rubbed her back-head. “I am not familiar with that word, miss.”

When Fluttershy was about to respond, Fourteen's handiwork reduced her back to a bundle of happy feathers.

-Froogllusgh-. “Ooh, excuse me.” Rarity said with a hoof over her gut.

-Gshgrllotbhr-. Came from the yellow behemoth next to her. “Or, excuse us, rather. Come Shy, I believe nature is calling for you.”

Fluttershy swept her hoof across her belly. “I am an eel pit, it was so big...” Her hoofs sank in like she had swallowed a single big marshmallow. But she was dragged along with Rarity before long.

-Shhrgllouth-. “Ooo, I need the little fillies' room too. Come buttered.”

The yellow stallion gasped out as Pinkie scotched off his head, heaving in fresh air, eyes broadened at her words. “Wait, why do I have to-.”

“In case you lose your breath while I am away, can't have that happen, right?” She hooped away with her half meter broad hunk of a gut, which jostled and hopped as gleefully as she did.

“How about you, miss princess?”

Twilight patted her belly. “I was thinking... since nopony else is here.” She patted her gut.

To this Fourteen raised all its ten limbs, and scuttled over to slather the gut in a drape of tentacles and hooves, working over the plush padding like clay, squeezing the sides together and cradling to lift and wobble the gut, Twilight enjoying a private session.

~ 4 ~

“So -- don't be shy, spill it, how does it feel?” Rarity prodded, verbally,yet also physically with her hoof rubbing in a swirl over Fluttershy's side.

“O-oh i-it wa-was mar-.” -Hhouurllrralhp-. “m-marvelous. I hope I could b-be the home she wanted.”

“Sure you are dear, few and far wouldn't feel special to stay in you.”

The mares parted to occupy toilet booths next to one another, a stained glass panel in the motief of the cauldron’s fin, tentacle and claw separating them.

-Joorghhrlgs-. -Krjjgrlgolk-. Rarity jostled her stomach as she planted her rear onto the seat, the flank bending over the brim like a sheet of silk. -Frrhogkrrbrkl-. “Oh my, perhaps I should have stripped them entirely.” -Phhiiirrllft-. Fingers of fanny fumes fulminated through the gaps between rear and seat, the scent made up with a bitter base, sprinkled with citrus. -Fhhrooglsh-. Her rim contracted whilst the cargo sloughed through her intestines, roadblocks in her colon compelled to trudge on under the pressure. “Mmnfa... D-definitely should have stripped them, hindsight I suppose is twenty twen-.” -Pfhhrurllffthglloth-. “Gnnfmmr...” Rarity Clutched her hooves over her gut when her rear quaked, the thrust from inside bouncing the mare on the seat.

-Skhrllgtrft-. Rarity's pucker laid splayed open half a hoof in length, her hole breathing around the clog which jammed her colon. The umber clump crawled downwards. -Krfthhhlch-. From inside a crumble of chitin thrashing through her lady pipes. “Mnnf...” Rarity stifled her breath as her rear engorged over the brick of grime that had congealed through her colon. Whilst she hid her belly behind her hooves the wedge poked through her rim. A tough shell broadened out her pit, along its front having scooped up a compacted serving of mare fudge, the image of a dip filled chip coming to mind. -Sppfhhrfulth-. “Oonf. Oohf, s-steady... keep calm.” -Pshhffiirt- Rarity told herself whilst spouts of gas whistled out through clefts held opened by shards of scarlet carapace. Colon juices drippled down the creases of the crackled nougat, chunks of tart waste separated by the winding rivers of bark coloured grime. -Spploohthuft-. Spurts of water splashed her coat from the hunks dropping into the bowl. The shell escorted bundle collapsed in shards of matte brown with bits of chitin gummed in a messy hodgepodge. “Hnngs… you were so agreeabele befo-oo-oh Luna...” -Pfhhrlluth- -Bruupprt-. Fumes jettisoned through, the air of processed mulch wrapping up the mare as she tried to compose herself in the light of the strain and unlady-like smog.

~ 5 ~

-Sphoolluth-. -Plounddfgt-. Her heart flittered, long breaths circulating the smell of vinegar and mare chocolate throughout the mare’s lungs, her hooves cradling the gut heap as it faded. -Glllrrlsh-. A loaf, passed the width of her leg, shimmied out between her cheeks with the chirr of a window being polished.

“T-there you mmmn, go friend, I-I hope you enjoyed your sta-. Mmnn...” Fluttershy fawned backward, supported by the toiletset, the movement of the mound twitching right up through her colon. The pillar of raw sludge was etched with fissures of coffee brown, contrasting with the almond bulk of guttural dough. -Sfkllogoft-. The lengths folded over itself in droves down the porcelain basin. -Plfuuhgd-. Kilogram's worth of fudge looping and coiling with tier surfaces melding together, acting as the cement between tiles. -Sphooofrt-. Her rear belched out a breeze saturated with dashes of saltwater, the aroma flooding along the columns and toasting up her flank on the stale seat. “Ooo, I am sorry, you just make me so happy I can't control my-myself,” Fluttershy mused with her hooves submerged in the pudge of her abdomen, following the looping path which the mud sloughed through. Its surface laid glossy with a membrane of slime and colon fluids.This coiling spire descending out from her bouncing cheeks was a clear match for how the eel had mulled its way down her throat, and its sheen even gave it a similar guise. A bump here and there in the dollops of batter gave her the sensation of eel chub wiggling and crawling past her brim. Her bowels pulsated with the chocolate gelato jamming the lower abdomen bloated, whilst the soft serve dispenses in tangles, melting together down the bowl. As the batch within depleted, the blubber around her hooves diminished.

The mare swayed on the seat, huffing as her rear bud polished the molten brass which siphoned through the nozzle of flesh, her legs split and grumbling tummy shrinking backwards with quaking twinges in her grasp. The cusp of the toilet bowl was gradually revealed between her spreading legs, allowing plumes of mature marine marinade stench to soar. Fluttershy gasped up the smell and cooed as the globules of congealed bowel fudge vacated and formed dunes on the hill of soft serve below. “T-thank you s-so a-and y-you are welcome a-and mmm I am happy to have been your eel pit.” Drool trickled down her tongue as it hung free with the mares panting, her hooves dislodging from the compacting midriff as the ribbons of manure flowed from her tap. All this distracted her from the contorting silhouette of rarity on the other side of the glass.

~ 6 ~

-Spphrtllufglth-. “MmnnOoogf...” Rarity squirmed on her seat, sloppy bursts of oil soaked flatulence bubbled and splattered through her crack along with the stiff mounds of dung clobbered into bars. The toilet bowl below a pit of crags forged from raw umber, slime connecting globs of muck only for so long before they sundered by the clefts and draped down the stack of grime. Her attempts to keep the volume down was undone by the smattering vapours -Pfhrflprthft- venting past the rifts in the mire. “Jfhnng...” The grunts she squeaked out were all but dapper, as cumbersome heaps contorted through the labyrinth of her digestive system to plummet like sun-hats sales in the winter. “Mmng.., I had expected mmngfll... Someone of such an establishment to act with a bit more-. Mmnnfgp... class,” she panted through her exhaustion, the succulence of lobster on her lips was paid back as a mangling on its way out between her hips.

The sewage stunk of lard with a tickle of shellfish, bringing her back to the sensation of savouring the dish. A mellow calm settled through her veins and she sighed out some of the pent up tension, the mare caressing the muffin-top left behind from her indulgence. The globules prodding through her backdoor kneaded and glued together by her convulsing colon, tumbling through in a ribbon of burly manure. “Phoo... grandeur doesn't come cheap, in fashion or meals.” Rarity managed to compose herself, sitting upright with her rear trumpeting out a hoofful of dry -Bfrrffth-. “Much appreciated to being retaught that lesson, dear lobster.” She patted her torso like she would with Sweetie Belle when she behaved. -Ghrhulbmlgp-. Even with the plates baked into the mulch squeezed through her sore brim, she savoured the pleasure which the prodding provided in compliment to its strain. Inside her guts smothered by the padding curving out her middle. Despite that the air around her reeking and her midriff rippled in its churns, the mare remained serene and would later leave the stall revitilised, with a cavlcade of gruel draining down the Cauldron’s sewers.

~ 7 ~

”P-pinkie I much prefer tooommplh-.” Buttered got a faceful of tummy shoved onto his muzzle, pushing him back to the coral slate door.

“Mmnmm, Thanks for tagging along Buttered, I could use an extra pair of hooves if I oops a clog into the pipes.” Pinkie shimmied back and forth over the seat, wiping the meter wide bloat of a belly over the stallion.

The reef toilets were a size class above the stained window section, yet it was still only built for one visitor at a time, whereas the pink sack took up the space of a pair on its own. Buttered squirmed his head over the surface of pudge, his cheeks flushed as he felt the vibrations of the grumbling -Hruugllrbggl-, tumbling the gullet in front of him.

“Today was a great day, I got to splurge until I was full like a bun, I learned that fish are food and I got to take you for a swim.” -Phhroogllubt-. The gas bubbled out of pinkie's rear in tone with her laughter. “And I have a big pie baked up from all the great fishies I met today.” Pinkie huffed and puffed out her cheeks, rubbing at her hinds whilst her pucker bulged downwards, the bud growing with rich batter until it bloomed with a crinkle of chocolate. A tip of pony slop budging through the convulsing rear lips, holding her rim sprawled wide whilst the tail of tainted beige advanced. Fractures sprouted across the length swelling by every centimeter that compressed through the mare's colon. “Mmnaaa, they were going at it for a whi-aoooauuhrp-.” The mare belched out a cloud introducing a rank humidity to the air, scattered throughout the gas were shards glimmering in the azure light of the Aquarium behind them, scales in a rainbow of hues from her assorted meals. “Aah, kinda miss being a shark though, would have wanted to get to know more of the cuties here, though I think I couldn't handle much more than one trip either way, you can only care for so many -Houruaaplhop- friends at once,” she stated wit a broad smile, her hooves sculpting the pliable tummy-tub all whilst her pucker swelled over the growing girth of her dump.

Buttered shivered and let his hooves crawl across her coat, remembering it smoother from when their little swimming trip.

“Mmnfoonn, how did you know I needed a belly rub?” Pinkie asked above him, to which he dug in and got to squeeze and mush the gut together.

“I could feel you would appreciate it.” He said still smushed against the door by the volume of the gut, hearing the groaning from muck churning -Shhglligh- through the tunnels of the pink mare's guts. At this he heard her come into a fit of giggles, shoving his face straight above her navel with a broad smile.

-Proofllgth-. Steam brushed past the pucker with the mounds that chubbed up to a behemoth of a cob, its girth twirling through her rump with splotches of manure puttering out along its circumference. “Mmnf, glad to have brought you all a bit closer to the ground, but its high tide to return to the sea, friends.” Pinkie announced with her legs wrapped around the side of her midsection, clenching along with her rim relaxing for a congealed hunk of raw nougat to snake its way into the clutches of the bowl. The initial column broke off and settled in a curl along the edge of the loo, yet had more severed chunks smack into it with a -Ghllrofcbt- of mud, prying it off and pulling it along. The beige mass of her lighter meals came with a myriad of flakes sparkling back what light grazed them, like shells on a moonlit beach. -Spllgsuhd-. Heaps of wet Pinkie putty curled into the bowl, expanding as the pressure from the mare's bowels eased, the pocks and dents dotting mulchy patches of the manure oozed out clouds of steam littered with an aged odour of smoked marine-life.

Through the insulating stomach -Gllospghf- Buttered could still hear the slaps of humid clay-bales lobbed over one another -Kldnngf-. Pinkie's gullet became a sanctuary for him to cover his face from Pinkie. Being so close to her, bathing in her fumes and getting to feel the slabs of processed sea ponies slugging through her labyrinth of a colon. A clockwork of beauty.

-Phhfrlluht-. “Aoou, yes indeed you are a noisy bunch, let me hear you howl~.” -Brrhffllthy-. Blasts of gas spurted through alongside the clogs of muck, stewing away in pockets made by scales, carapace and bones torn asunder by the ruthless grind of digestion.

“That's right, lets hear another.” Buttered exclaimed and compacted the gut in his embrace. -Skkgloouhp- Krggfblourp-. Snaps reverberated through the stomach growls. -Sphhiirllth-.

“Oooaa my turn my turn.” Pinkie bounced on the seat and grasped her friend close, smushing him to the plush dough of the gullet, expanding around him as fumes brewed in her cauldron. -Phhrilfdssfrttrh-. Dollops of Pinkie Pudding flung out with the smog rising around her.

“Aand this and this an-.” buttered mushed and hugged the gut again and again, until he felt a tap at his shoulder.

“Buttered.”

“Y-yeah?”

-Bhruaallppprraalhlp-.

He watched her maw wide open with the limits of her mouth flopping like jelly at the moisture expelled through the esophagus gale. His cyan mane blew back and had a fair share of drool drops came to smear into his scalp, the odd stand of purple hair also smacking into his face.

“Mmhmm it was all so yummy too, and even just rolling around in there, with how eager you are getting maybe you would like to join in on this party.” Pinkie cradled her gullet and let it bounce down in front of him, diminished compared to when the walked in yet still a mountain of flesh bobbing like a frosting filled balloon. Pinkie held over her maw. -Aahhrabbaalltp-. From a bulge in her troat came a spittle soaked scuba mask arching out, and bouncing off of her belly. “Looks like she dove into the deep end~.”

As the mare giggled, buttered saw two silverfish mares swimming In the tank behind her, light passing through them and imbuing Pinkie with a glimmer of precious metals. Buttered shifted on the spot at this illuminated guise, moving closer to bury his face back in her gut, close to where the smell of petrification had condensed to the point where it felt like being wrapped in a musk laden towel. Her hoof brushed through his mane.

“You are so silly~.”

The avalanche of clotted bowel cream rubber banded Pinkie Pie’s pucker, only snapping back when it got caught in a cleft in the mud -Hsllgtrt-. Often resulting in her flesh cutting through the butt clay and clenching off the loaf to a curl before engorging over the oncoming trunk of fudge. Umber bled through the pale processed fish gunk as the beefier parts of Pinkie's feast took over, sludge billowing out in a clutter of hazel and salt, the hues melding to a sleek mahogany with globules piling into the mountain growing in the bowl. Skeletal joints jutted from the booty pudding, while spines and ribs laid plastered into the surface, baked into an ornament through her bowels which all coiled along the chocolate stew. Mangled tubes bundled into the contorted piles of manure, some smothered outside the slope of the gruel cliff, forming dunes which drooped down and settled smushed up against the porcelain, laying like the muffin top of the hill. Though much of the contours and formations the heap took were soon entombed under the encircling slabs of pinkie's chocolate pie.

-Sllgnfkt-. “Ooo it is like baking bonbons~. Come here I need an assistant squeezer.” She wrapped her hooves around Buttered and ensnared him to herself, smushing his body up against her abdomen and forcing it back with a -Sqpuuglsh-. -Dolufgt-. Dumplings of molten mare dough rolled out of her pucker with limber convulses, the butt-buns tumbling down the heap and made many -Squiglst- as their journey was abruptly halted by wall or loops of gruel. Shards of craniums laid daubed over or submerged in filth, along with a horn bone and the odd shark tooth partially melted into colon phlegm. “Aaand, poof~.” She strapped Buttered in close. -Phrlfltthhftt-. The air polluted with the emerald haze of fermentation and sodium.

Buttered having lost all his bravery just let Pinkie smush and cradle him like a toy, letting the clouds of stink billow out in the cacophony of butt horns. -Bhrurlth-. -Phriitthy-. -Hhrllgthhst-.

The stall shrouded by a mist that Pinkie breathed in with her tongue slurping along her lips. “Aaa, Always fun to make new friends, especially ones who make you feel so nice.” She let go of buttered, a vague imprint of his form mushed against her padding, though it soon smoothed over. -Frpooghsllsh-. She pushed the clam shaped lever, water crashed into the clog and dragged it downwards, though only slumping a quarter of the way before clumping up and making the whole seat tremble. “Whoops, many one too many new friends at once.” Pinkie scratched the back of her head with a chuckle, butter feeling at least as awkward as her.

~ 8 ~

a few plungers and a helping of effort later the two saw the slop circling into the drain.

“Catch you later~.” Pinkie waved and bounced out of the stall, her hinds chunky and bloated out to fill a new arc of bubble booty. “Thank you.”

Buttered brushed off his coat and adjusted his bowtie. “You are welcome."

“Ooh no nonp,” Sprinkle trotted up and patted his chest, “Thaaank you.” She finished with a smooch to his cheek. “You are a great friend, always there for me~, always, and only, right beside me~. ”

Buttered scratched his cheeks and giggled with a hint of nervosity, as they headed off he kept casting glimpses back to the stall. Eventually noticing a gray mare walking out of the both next to it, who seemed busy with tentacle squiggling out between her flanks.

~ 9 ~

”Phoo. That is about as much as I can handle miss.” The tendrils retracted her appendages and coiled herself up into a ball, smearing the moistening ink over herself.

“Aaa... You have done magnificently. Twilight patted her gullet, the feeling was like smacking compacted dirt. Putting her ear to it, she heard only brief -Bwlloubg- from inside, otherwise it had fallen silent. “It will be sad to part ways.”

“It will, miss princess.”

Twilight tapped her gut. “How about an offer? You can come with me, I'll have room in here by now thanks to you.”

Fourteen reeled back a few centimetres, curling its appendages in a tangled weave. “I, hmm. I am uncertain.”

“Oh, nonsense, it is the least I can do.” -Pfhhrty- A gust of seat breeze puttered out against the seat as Twilight levitated the bundle of tentacles, floating Fourteen to her open maw, and depositing the Octopony's rump onto her tongue.

“T-then thank you princess,” it said with a bit of hesitation. Wrapping its tendrils over her jaw, just for Twilight to roll them up and tuck them back past her lips, suckling the seat treat and savouring its slimy consistency.

She reeled her head back and shut her lips around the squirming bouquet of tentacles, slurping them up for her cheeks to bloat with the shifting contours of tentacles before -Ghllmmngp-. The moist clench which claimed the masseuse, its contours trailing in a wriggling ball down her throat, and sinking down as it slumped into her gullet, adding a bump at the top of the taut sphere. “Aaa -Houuraallgrpp- aah. I have been letting myself go with that lately, you were a treat in more ways than one.” She caressed her stomach gently.

“Will it go the same way for me as my waitress?”

This made twilight pause, and ponder over the deserted serving platter. “I... Well I, can't see it going other ways at this point.”

“And this is, good?” Came the bubbly voice, dampened by the ample lard over her abdomen.

Twilight covered her lips, feeling a strain of ink left by Fourteen still smeared across it. “Sure... I mean it is ok because I am a princess and... you are...” She trailed off, rubbing her own belly, until she felt the tentacles trail and caress her gullet, at which point the perplexing sensation only grew.

~ 10 ~

-Bgllongmb-. -Goorlb-. The bottom layer jammed Twilight's belly like ballast, its bulk contributing a majority of the weight that slapped onto her thighs once she got comfortable in the lavatory. Unlike the other bathrooms this one laid secluded, made up of walls of bedrock lit up by luminescent bulbs and the crescent moon carved into the door. With this isolated area in mind... -Bruhooaalllhop-. Twilight's lips trembled, the belch insulated within the walls which meant no reason to hold back. “Aaah, Spike would never let me heard the end of that on-.”

“Excuse you, miss princess.”

The mare clutched her belly close, a wobble like jelly coming from the top of her abdomen. “Oo... a-appreciated, fourteen.” She said whilst drumming on her churning tummy, looking away even though no pony could see her.

“Should I be quiet, miss?” The octopus asked from inside, Twilight straining as the blockage trudged south.

“Gnmm... yes. I mean – no, I-ah...” -Phroobllrtuff-. Her pucker extended for a wave of smog to drench the air with kelp. “I am just not well adjusted to speak with my fooo... aaa...”

“Food, miss?”

Twilight coughed in her hoof and absentmindedly prodded her stomach. “Right... Mngf...” Twilight shuddered as her meals knocked on her back-door. “But, you must like it in there, right?”

A moment of silence. “The churns sound pleasant.”

Twilight bit her lower lip, not quite the answer she had hoped for. -Ghhrolumblrh-. Though she couldn't mull over this further, as her rear rear began to bulge.

Her rump curtain pried open by the main actor, playing the role of compost, having spent a fair share of time in make-up to properly congeal and dawn a wax matte hue for their performance. Its blunt bottom emerged as a hoof of colon chocolate, broadening as it crawled through the passage which undulated and engorged to accommodate the actors girth. -Klfnrnnff-. A squeak of bowel lube crinkled out as mare-clay lugged against rugose flesh, its surface smoothed when the pucker contracted, smearing over cracks and exposing shards of skelletal tissue gummed to the sludge. -Sphortuht-. Pockets of gas spluttered out with the behemoth descending, its volume increasing as more curled out of the deep purple pit, a stalactite of muck passing the circumference of her hind. The princess huffed and cooed whilst the burly loaf stimulated both colon and pucker, the mass tugging back wards with her rear contracting but slopping down as quickly to grind the buckles of mud through her tensile rear again and again. Fissures tore through the slab's dirth hued texture, revealing specks of hardened calcium buried in its clefts. Twilight's rump played tug-of-war with the pillar roping out her backside, the crevices and concavities, coupled with the emerging patches of condensed gel, gave the column a guise of an ancient totem pole. Her brim creped over mould-lines where clumps of colon batter had been cobbled and forged into a single trunk. -Sgllrgtiiht-. “Mmnaa.” Twilight heaved out with her rear shutting, her pucker chomping through the bale of flank clay. A weight was lifted off her as the grime plummeted to the bottom of the water-less container. -Doobkklushd-. Like marzipan dropped onto the kitchen floor, its bottom moulded flat over the torrid ground of the container, slumping over curved like the blade of a sickle. The mare panted briefly, steeling herself with hooves at the sides of the bedrock as her pucker bloomed with another loaf protruding out into the stagelight.

It wouldn't take long for the rocky outhouse to reek of wilted seaweed and dried cod. Twilight's abdomen compresed the paste in her rotund stomach and stuffed her rectum fat with the blobs of butt fudge. “Fnnsssaammm...” Twilight inhaled through her teeth as the lengths of mulch billowed out of her and coiled into heaps of umber and khaki butter, melding and moulding over one another in the steaming ensemble of nougat.

“Will you make those noises when I leave as well, miss princess.”

Twilight scrambled in place and covered her lips. “Mfnwm... I, well I can't know that before-hoof, it depends on how...” Then she paused, feeling the squirming appendages inside her tummy. “Y-yes I will. Ah... if not mmnnsfnn more than this.” The resulting shifting and curling within, in tandem with the bars of gunk shambling free from her rump, sent a rustle through her body. This left the mare to lean back, draping her hooves over her stomach with sigh befitting an artist entering another late night of drawing.

“It saddens me,” Twilight flinched at the words slipping out of her tummy, “that I couldn't be of more service.”

-Phbhrrluuth-. Twilight sighed after the bowel vapours bubbled free along a clutter of mud caked ribs, saturating the air with pungency. “Don't concern yourself with that, you have been a valuable aid to us, and a, frankly, delicious meal.” She gave her tummy a smack to be playful. -Bhwooumb- The stomach in return sloshing like a waterbed. “In the eyes of me as the princess, you have performed your task of a royal dessert, and lavatory entertainer, admirably.”

“Duly appreciated, miss princess of gas.”

“He-Houraallp-ey...” Twilight exclaimed with a snicker, jostling her gullet and smushing her hooves into the pudge to roll the octopony about through her insides.

Trunks of cocoa fondue exuded at the pace of an obese slug, the purple rim bloating considerably as it neared the ecoator of the mound. Her hatch often contracted to tug it back a smidgen or find a fracture to nuzzle in and wedge the gruel apart. Each clump landed in the moistening chamber. -Cludnnfd-. Molten copper dangled down and slewed over into the pit, the denser chunks of the royal pudding sinking somewhat down the porous mulch. -Sllojp-. Yet, the servings of fish-based gutter slop stuffed twilight's rear like a a tube of paste. “Mmngso... easy back there,” she mumbled out as larger chunks of cartilage and skeletal crumbles jutted out from the mounds burrowing out. In the trenches and cracks sprouted chunks of baked-in spleens and chunks of pelvis, visible in the stretches of honey thick mulch that drooped off, tearing by the rows of air pockets and indents. Her rim inflated over each knob of muck prodding through her rear, even though it sometimes called for adjustments from the mare. Such as scooting from side to side to let the trunk burrow through, or lifting up a cheek to release a breeze of helpful gutter gales -Phororuuglth- to dislodge the bothersome slabs gumming up her pipes.

~ 11 ~

”How... does it feel?” Twilight massaged her deflating gullet, which condensed her meals to a few droves of lard and padding out her body.

“What, miss?”

“I just, oh I haven't had a chance to ask most is all. And... I am a bit curious... how it feels. And being an octopony your sensory system is magnificent so I... Ehm...”

Fourteen understood, sloughing back in the gut on the bed of partially processed chyme. “It is odd, My limbs feel like gummy, the humidity does feel homely.” She bundled up into a goopy pale of teetering tentacles. “At first I would have rather preferred to assist your gullet from the outside. Although, there is something alluring to these sensations.” Fourteens body felt sluggish, a laziness sprawling through her veins as segments turned gelatinous by the kneading of the sleek, swelling and closing walls. Whilst she felt the princess hoof squeezing in to rub her body, she would let out a sigh warmed by the depths of her form. The tips of her tantacles heated up from the bubbling chyme, spreading the pleasant lukewarm tingles over her like a massage. Fourteens body shifted its shade and camouflage to match the sludge underneath her, with eyes closed she drifted off in the sensations of sludging together. -Sblurh-. The bubbles of the brew encompassing her, as soon the wobbling heap of gruel wouldn't just be a disguise.

Kilograms of fudge collected in the down the outhouse pit, ribbons of chubby manure furling against the sides and sinking under the pressure of muck descending from on high. Some segments slopped over into a mire of chocolate cement, pooling like fresh gelato around the bundles of taut waste. With the scent reeking of stewed kelp, mushrooms and beef the manure wallowed in the trenches of the outhouse, its fumes turning so dense as to not reach the mare above. The bed of dung appearing to swell out as grime dipped into the cauldron of gruel, -Sgrookbt-. A clatter of scales trickled out with the mellow surge of manure, giving the matte trunks a shimmering aura before descending into the depths where all light were obscured behind a pair of plump royal cheeks. -Aoourp-. “Phaa... “ Twilight sighed with her rear clenching over the bump that clogged her bowels, a flick of her hind and the pucker broadened over the chunk of coagulated fudge, dropping down into the swamp bile with dollops and bone shards raing down afterwards. -Bhrllgpgloddf-. “Phoo, always so relieving with larger meals.” The mare slumped off the seat and took a glance into the hole as she levitated the roll of toilet-paper. “Hmm.” Her horn was lit aglow as it bathed the bottom of the ditch in lilac light. “Trace amounts of hippoponcus, equus medusozoa and... earth pony. That is Nessy for sure then,” she confirmed to herself this time, wiping beneath her tail with the roll of pale-sapphire toiletpaper. She hummed and wiggled her flank at the smooth caress of the fabric. “This is an improvement over the castle's paper even. Although...” She reminisced about numerous maids and silken smooth tongues. “...Almost, at the very least.” She crumpled up the smeared fold and dropped it into the pit.

As she left the outhouse trove split open, the mangle of clotting mush smacking down the pipes into the collection heap below, the outhouse clean and fit for the next patron who required some relief.

~ 12 ~

The plumbing for Cauldron bay were of the same material as the pipes connecting the aquariums. Translucent tubes showcasing each flush of purée. Many were laid out through the other tanks, letting sea mares witness what remained of their kin winding down the pipeline. Even swimming past them one last time before the marine-mulch was taken below the restaurant. Many hugged the pipes, to feel the warmth oozing out of them. After witnessing the latest draining, a smack of jellyponies floated with the streams to the entrance of Cauldron bay, seeing a troupe of seven ponies heading up the stairway to the surface, the purple one's cauldron tumid with bulges of a brewing meal.