Cusp of the nerve, a Bully Tale
Writen by Septia.
Xyla rooted through her satchel down the locker corridors, walking in tune with the ticks of clocks dotting her path as milestones towards class. Just had to get another once over to make sure all the books and supplies were in the right place. The pegasus felt silly worrying about the details if she couldn't even come to class on time. Though with the company she held in this campus a touch of paranoia felt more an asset than a hindrance. The Pegasus felt her head ram into a wall hard, with a texture of rubber the wall launched the force of her impact straight back, knocking her onto the ground and the opened bag vomiting out its contents over the floor. -Bbwwnnngsgsmbf-.
“A delinquent, and got ya head in the clouds? Real deplorable to see such a dweeb unable to raise above their stature as walking roadkill.”
Xyla saw the 'wall' she had connected with; pale white coat engorged with a series of scrambling bloats, all hanging from the plump unicorn leaned against the lockers and beaming a hubris onto her.
“August…” Xyla grumbled, scrambling to scoop back the contents of her bag. -Kkdwfft- If it weren’t for the smack of Lazy August's hoof slamming down on her history tome.
“Here I'had grown all worried with my favorite future fertilizer didn't choose to ditch her morning arrival. I thought you had grown ill or something',” she said, grinding her hoof harder on the paperback and snatched a hold of Xyla's chin, “we wouldn't want my backup lunch contaminating my dung tract with some lame Pegasus disease. It's a relief you are still looking fit, for my gut,” The unicorn leaned in with her maw agape, spreading out her tongue over Xyla's cheek in a broad lap -Shhrrlrlsptsh and punctuating the stroke with a point blank -Bhururaaaahhrrslp- expulsion of guttural fumes that sent the pegasus's wings flapping against the ground in her recoil. The burbles of bubbles crowing until they popped past August's quivering limps bringing with them an odour of leather wrapped jerky.
“Phha ahhas. P-please just l-let this g, let me go.”
“Why? Aww, was the matter chum pot? You make it sound like I have it in for you, when you just bumped into me by sheer coincidence.”
There as no coincidence about lying in wait to pop around the corner on someone. After Gathering herself, Xyla reached out for the last book.
“Oh you need this? History of the unnatural,' huh? Another coincidence, isn't that our next class”
“Yes, and we are st-starting soon ans- could you just-.”
“Haaamammfmpwfm Mmfpwfhs August crammed the top of the hardback in her maw, a field of magic coaxing it along while the unicorn wrapped her lips over the square. Just as Xyla reached out she scarfed the last in with her hoof, the squared bulge warping down her gullet and disappearing into her engorged abdomen. -Ahahororuurrrsalp- once more the pegasus was met with a wide mouth gale of guttural smog, droplets coming down to matte her coat in saliva splotches.
“Oh, you needed that right now? Gotta speak up pipsqueak, thought it was k if I borrowed it for a bit, you'll get it back when I feel my ass can be bothered. Or did ya just wanna get closer?” The unicorn's eyes lidded while the right end of her lips curled, holding Xyla in place as she rammed her gut into the pegasus's muzzle -Bhrrwnrnghs-.
Xyla's head was soon flanked by the belly warping around her, the intrusion eliciting a stir of -Bhrhrwlrlprgghs- -Chrbrbsfrlwlrpgsh- Churns roiling a nose away from her face.
“How's this? Closest I can get you to my gut without cramming your flank in there, you'll just have to imagine the acids chewing through your pelt, gut enzymes steam melting ya eyeballs, and,” -Chhrgkkrrlsltsh- crumbles warbled from the gut, the cracks of submerged swamp root echoed through the gut as August jabbed Xyla's muzzle further. The Pegaus felt the tip of her nose scrunched up against the structure that the gut had just sundered, “Afmmfrf oh and the constant mastication demolishing your bones, can't you believe I almost forgot one of my favorite parts?”
Xyla grunted and reeled her head back, backing into the cabinets with a heave of her breath. “Y-you are a f-freak.”
“And you're a beta bitch my gut'll chew through in an afternoon. Right now its working on that transfer student.”
-Chbrgrgrsss- -Chhrrlslghts- -Chrrktchk- Cracks intermingled with the churning chyme and macerating meat, whipped through the unicorn's gut, which she cupped and brushed right into the Pegasus's face.
“Didn't seem to work out tha’ well for him, so I'll help transfer them out of here myself. He'd be lucky if any of him stuck around to pad out my trunk-shelves, junk food trash tends to pass right through me without any major impacts,” the brushes had become smacks each time the belly crashed into Xyla's terrified face she heard the congestive of congestion -Chgrlrlprshts- crashing beneath that faint border. As the sack weighed down by clattering calcium and meat beat her cheeks red, “guess that part doesn't change eh’ther you’re pony of padding, friend, or food.” -Ghrhrbgs-Chhrrstshc- -Ghrurbrrhsgs- Her Stomach growled with vibrations passing through the entire abdomen, rattling against Xyla's face, feeling the chub enclose around her head as August pinned her against the lockers… -Chhrrlclgsshtw-.
-Brrrrrrnnng- The Bells rung.
August's ears twitched, stepping back from Xyla who collapsed on the floor, yellow mane gummed up with gut sweat.
“Saved by the bell, huh? Seems our playtime's over.”
Xyla took a sigh of relief and scurried up to be out of the mare' sight. Only to be caught by the tail.
“Where do you think you are going without the proper, mfm,” -Hbhurraallslrprghp- a damp page fluttered out on the humid winds of her belch, “proper study material. Forgot that, huh, dweeb-crunch? Lucky for you, my copy's big enough for the both of us, if we schooch our desks just tight enough.”
~ 1 ~
History class was torment. Of course the teacher put them next to each other, of course Xyla could hear every crunch and -Ghrbrlsltsh- gurgling from the unicorn's gut. When the teacher wasn't looking there was a good chance she'd be hoisted up to August's lips for a faceful of -Houraaaarhrslp- tepid burp huffs coursing through her mane and leave it damp in mists of saliva. The teacher wouldn't take notice, except once, when the blame was shifted on the yellow Pegasus.
“If you can not bring your own book, you can, at the very least, keep your trap zipped and not disturb the others.”
“She got you good,” August whispered, “you'd at least be muffled if I chomped you up, but you would be… anything but silent.” The harassment kept up through the reminder of the lesson, Xyla couldn't stop shaking.
Xyla had realised august was not one to throw in the towel. The past three weeks had been riddled with visits from the mare. The unicorn ensuring to pass by Xyla each time she had to get up, to brush her gut into them, spit in her mane, or once when she had bitten her ear. The unicorn's mettle was unending. But the pegasus's fear was fading.
~ 2 ~
“Psst.”
Xyla peered up from her book, countenance flat as her eyes shifted from the blackboard over to August. The pale mare turned in her seat, exposing her abdomen, having plumped up some over the past weeks. She brushed her hoof to the gut, -Shhrrrllffllrp- letting her tongue moisturise her maw for a few smacks as she gestured towards her stomach, winking when she felt Xyla's gaze connecting.
Xyla sighed, turning back to the pages.
“Psst.”
She didn't acknowledge it.
“Psst…”
She furrowed her brow, staring at the symbols and numbers on the page.
“Pssssst.”
“Excuse me,” Xyla said as she scooched off of her desk, “I'll be In the bathroom.”
“As you wish” the lecturer mumbled as Xyla left the hall.
It wasn't long before she heard hoof steps in the hallway behind her.
“What are you doing here, August?”
“Oh, so the butt munch owns the bathrooms now?”
Xyla turned around to face the mare. “You don't need to use the bathroom.”
The unicorn smiled, whipping back her mane in a suave gesture, tucking the red streak in her mane carving through the air, “I will once I'm-.”
Then Xyla continued. “Once I'm done with your nutrient drained, ravaged corpse in my gut. Or something like that? Just leave me alone.”
Xyla sighed coming out of the stall, it offered at least some semblance of privacy. She went over to wash her hooves.
-Kktch- The bathroom door slammed open.
Xyla jumped a bit, then saw it was August. “Stall is free if you wanna use it…”
August took in a deep breath. “It is a shame, we've had some great times.”
“I don't know what you-.” but she was interrupted as August pined down her hooves.
“When you are barely as fun as a sack of chips, I'm gonna start treating you such.” The mare declared, eyebrows furrowed as she came face to face with the Pegasus, lips parting open to a gaping abyss.
Xylas eyes shot open and flung her hooves free to knock August back, keeping herself steady against the sinks. A sweep at her legs caught her off balance, watching as August hoisted up her legs and crammed the hooves past her maw, lips curving out to match the width of the legs jammed through her pit. -Ghhrrllpsuk- -Oooogmpsh- A reel, a swallow, Xyla watched her legs descend the pony's neck, two tubes clamped together in the embrace of the throat and swelling down the neck -Shqhrlllppscsh- from the smearing of gullet lube across her coat. “Mfhahahfa,” She screamed out and flailed widely, her wings flapping up a storm that managed to hoist her upwards, ascending while the mare wrapped her front hooves up over her rear to -Chhroogmpsh- force them down in a guzzle that quaked through the bathroom.
“Someone helppghsmmgpsgh”. Just as she was calling out her mouth was gagged by a fresh toilet
roll, leaving the pegasus heaving through the funnel as the magic wrapped around her front half. The slime of the unicorn's throat wrapping around her lower half.
“Cmmowhou ffhhsourt hhuip.” The mare mumbled with her lips wrapped down the tail, gnawing down Xyla's hind, teeth scraping over her and hauling her down the engorging neck, all as the passage parted open for her legs.
Xyla struggled against the pressure compacting her from all directions, the reach of the lips sprawling higher up her form with each -Grrrmpgslk- -Orormpsghs- -Ggmmgpsgnsgg- gulp, her torso swelling out the mare's cheeks to domes, shifting as she ventured deeper on the journey through he oesophagus. Soon her wings were glued to her body, cased up in the warping tube of August's throat, legs flailing as she felt the searing humidity of the gut sear into her coat. Panic grasped her as the mare wrestled with her hooves, cramming down her legs back into her mouth, her cheeks inflating with the tent of her legs wrung into their grasp. -Ghhrmrmpgmpgh- Xyla watched those bulges sink in the mirror, deflated as they were chugged down with an arc of August's chin. She could see the bloats defining the contours of her legs and torso nestled down the depths of the throat. Each arching gulp -Chhtmpghs- smeared more of the natural lubricant around her, soaking her like molten honey. Then she could see her face, framed in by August's maw, -Chrrrllrpsths- the faint crinkle swept over her, as her head was drizzled, draining backwards, she could see the lips close in by her sides.
August grasped the roll lodged in her throat, and, kept her steady as she trailed a hoof down her amorphous neck -Chshrrrsltsh- squeezing down to ensure Xyla felt every part of her compacted down towards the bottom of swelling abdomen, cradling and massaging into her -Chrhlsps-. Then… -Phrrlwp-. The tugged the roll free.
“Wait-.”
-Cllrth- Teeth clasped shut. -Grrmoogmpgh- and cheeks puffed out in struggle as she swallowed, cupping her hooves along the outlines of Xyla's face sailing down her gullet, while her abdomen expanded to accommodate the influx of meat gradually stretching with churns of fluids and displaced organs -Chhrrlslsth- -Chrlrlpsths-.
“Mmf fmwpags, that enough motivation for you to be fun again, huh?” She huffed out in the guzzle. The last of Xyla's head sinking at the start of her chest, and her gut -Chrbbrsths- swelling out with a jostle of flesh. “In celebration, how'd ya feel for a one way trip down my melt-your-face-off theme park-.” -Bhruruaaaahhororrrrssslp- August unleashed a torrent of guttural gales rippling through the sinew in her throat in a symphony of enthralled gurgles. Spraying the mirrors with a mist of spittle. “Phaa, you can take a long gander and see if it is all I've cracked it up to be, gut goblin.”
~ 3 ~
“Phooa… hooo…” August huffed to herself, the unicorn heaving up her hooves over the bathroom sinks, clambering up on her hind legs, “heavy for a second rate killjoy, aren't cha?” August huffed. The unicorn's abdomen peaked over the sink in a faint drove of white pudge. -Chggbbwwehmmm- It bulldozed against the porcelain edge to swell in size, the drove engorging and squeaking forwards. The advance was hampered by taut protrusions of hooves wringing past the insulation of meat. -Chgbrlrlsghs- -Brhgss- The grinding of stomach flab broiled through the belly, the unicorn heaving herself up till her abdomen -Chhrrlspgwwtp- spilled out into the sink and bumped up against the mirror, rippling with the mare's struggles within — giving the impression of a gaggle of geese lodged in a beanbag of jelly.
“Could have had the decency to taste pallet-able. Though you are making a -Huuralp- positive impact on my figure. Doubt it'll last, for my core will pulp you into porridge-.” -Hooouurraaallslsphp- A burble blossomed into a roar of a belch, the gurgles of the gut amplifying through the gullet of the unicorn to bombast past her lips — as if playing a bass note on a tuba of flesh. A stray Corine feather looped out with the gust of throat exhaust, August watching it twirl before she smacked her lips, unfurling her tongue to catch the fuzz and draw it back. -Cghhrrbsls- Her hooves brushed down over her flesh orb sagging into the sink, prodding along outlines that surface here and there, chewing on the feather like gum.
“Y'know, with that fab yellow coat of yours, I had fantasized you'd taste of cheese, like a nice fontina. Didn't have to be anything fancy. I'm really disappointed in you, gut munch.” August's throat gurgled -Bbrrlpgh- and her cheeks ballooned before she unleashed -Buurraaahhrrslp- a hefty gutter reverb that strummed her lips like guitar string, munched up feathers splattering out into the mirror in front of her with a splotch crater of drool.
-Bhraarurslhp- The Resulting exchange of air laid as a dampened thunder, Xyla hearing the echo penetrate back down through the throat, seeing its vibrations course along the walls of her prison. The walls kept in a rhythm of undulation; scrunched up flabs of flesh made up the stomach lining, looking as clay shelves someone had mistaken for a chair. Along the crevices drippled tangerine fluids -Scchrrlss- squeezing through the tunnels that formed with the manipulation of flesh -Crhrllsth and expanding with vines of the semi-translucent phlegm to form the likeness of toothed grins bearing down on Xyla. There was another sound, a rabid pulse, clench of strained organs thumping right in on her. -Chhfth- -Hhfsth- -hgllsah- It ramped in intensity the more she acknowledged it. Ushering eyes scanned the surroundings, frantic about finding the source; brewing acids? A compacting sinew? Caustic fog? It soon dawned on the pegasus, that the noise was her own disturbed breath.
“H-how could you do this?” she called out, mishearing her dampened voice circle in on back to her, “just because I didn't care for your horse apple attitude?”
“Oooh,” -Bhuriaalalap- August burped as she scooped up her gut and hauled it off, letting it –kkPwttwhp- smack onto the floor. “Shut your bread hole and just worry about digestin’. Hold your complaints for another few hours, it will be easier to ignore you once my enzymes are razing your bone marrow. With any luck I'll see ya on my flank, tramp padding.” August scoffed and headed out the bathroom. -Cggrrcch- The bottom of her abdomen grazing against the floor, flattened from the bulk contained within. The abdomen only occasionally jostling as a protrusion bumped into the ground from Xyla's scrambles. A vague outline of the pegasus's face pronged out on the gut, framed by her legs. -Aaoaorrruslp- August casually formed her mouth to tone the belch eyes half-lidded as she sniffed the air.
“Urrck, my breath smells of garlic and failure now. Huuuarg, lunch is gonna be so boring.”
A piquant gurgle spiralled up through her belly with the squelch of someone sucking marsh water out of a hoof broad straw, curling inwards and fading under the batter to her gutters…
Xyla knocked her head to the ground when the stomach slumped off of the sink, her world twirled out of loop as she clutched over her muzzle and tried to tune out August's voice. -Splltrhhts- The jostle had lobbed out globules of fluids over her back matting into her coat and carving caves through her fur. “Let me out of here, you can't do this.” Her pleads fell on deaf ears, as Xyla's only response was the swing of her cage under August's steps. The chamber reeked of mold and zest that hooked into Xyla's nostrils, she could even taste the acetous tang through her skin… She shoved into the walls, sprawling out her scrunched up form to break free, though the gut confines sprung her efforts back on her, as though she were punching rubber. -Shghrs- -Chhrlsrpth- The walls quivered and squelched as a sponge which each thrust, crinkling of suds as the pegasus put all her weight under the heaves, shoving her face into the stomach lining. -Szzrrz- Which she withdrew at the a searing sting.
“Mgns aweigh… ahsh. Hhs…?” she brushed over her muzzle, wiping off the fluids searing through her coat. Then her eyes landed back on the walls. The shelves of the flesh folds were filling up, rugged by her presence in the gut and oozing forth under her struggles. The folds of meat holding dunes of slime in carnage of angerine to yellow and bronze –glistening as stars. Their rippling surfaces glistening with dots of light — innumerable sharpened needles closing in on her. -Chhglrpls-Frrlfpsfsh- A soap dollop sloughed from above, encasing the tip of her ear and slobbering down. -Szzzrrlllxzz- It began to fizz and, torrid heat built up as the acids separated moisture from her skin, matted fur blemished, engulfed by a bout of froth sparking up in the path of the fluids.
“Yhranagh sahhs,” the pegasus shrieked and swung her head in reflex, frantically wiping off the gunk, only to get it smeared onto her hooves, and the shaking tremble through the gut, unleashing the flood valves of gunk, dispensing onto every body part rubbing up against the warping satchel of meat. -Shrlpthgs- -Bghrlrpsghs- -Brrzllsllspash- -Xsrzzzsis- Goo daubed and bundled onto her, chemicals smearing over her as syrup to carbonize into foam, siphoning her own moisture to lubricate themselves and drizzle down her form in trails of active acids.
Xyla's struggles plastered further coats onto herself, the pegasus aiming her reflexes and curling up, shuddering as her coat was torched in caustic agents. She stared at her hoof, the marks of the acids were flat, sleek, blemishing her coat to a muddy gray, even as the surface froth drizzled away form the impacted areas the fizzing only permeated deeper -Zhrllrsht- -Skshhcs- threading through roots and skin to bubble into the sinew underneath. Up her legs she saw the coal streaks putter with her flesh. From the wounds rising, swelling with chunky foam of tar that ambled down the paths, as porous candle wax. The cartilage of her hoof coffinbone and cartilage melting like fat, Xyla turning her hoof over and watching a -Shbllptsh- dollop of liquefied nail slough free and -Chstlpsh- splatter into the bottom of the gut, where all this liquid had begun to pool — tinted yellow by her melting coat — were in a milky soup.
Suddenly she felt a shift of gravity. Xyla flung backwards, her wings spreading to -Chsrlrpstsh- glue into the recesses of gunk and solvents. -Chhrrs-trrhs- A searing of feathers crumbled through the cavern, Instinct launched her forwards, but the stomach unbuckled inwards in a sharp edge -Chstllprths- -Chrntp- Smacking into her abdomen and crashing a wave of slop over her abdomen, coating it in the yellowed residue of her melting coat and crammed the acid oozing flesh into her.
“Mmf, sagagw awgawg yyrag… as nasp-please stop, please let me ou-.”
August had taken detours before heading back to class, feeling the stewing ramping up as she sauntered back into the classroom.
“That was an awfully long bathroom trip,” inquired the teacher.
“Had a run-in with a huge hunk of dung,” -Bhruaalp- She let the belch phuhuff out in a sigh as she strutted back to her seat, lounging back into her seat so her stomach -Chrlrlspths- lagged up behind her and then crammed it into the desk ahead -Chrwlpstsh- folding up a contorted dune of clogged pudge over the desk, which had the stomach jostle up, ravaging it with sloghes -Chrlrspths- -Ghrrbrhsglsgsu- -Gbrhrsicush-. The gut growled as the unicorn adjusted herself comfortable, huffing and grinding her abdomen in, attracting the attention of many pairs of eyes through the classroom.
“Let me outm-.” A faint mumble was heard interrupted as August -Cthtwpsh- jammed her elbows into the drove of tummy dough sloughing on her desk, her legs forming craters back into the gut as it rippled underneath.
August noticed an earth pony staring. She lulled her tongue out, tracing her hoof beside her cheek, lining down towards the scrambling abdomen, when she swallowed back her tongue -Chhstlptsh- -Oompgh-. -Crrrlpgsh- A gurgle crept up her throat. August holding a hoof over her lips to hold back the belch -Prurhlslgh-. The metallic clatter of congested fumes inflated her cheeks to domes, whereafter she heaved the concentrated belly breath out in the crowd's direction -Phfewaaaul-. The stench of pepper marinated roots and burning bacon shifted attention away from her.
“Tssk, you're scaring awaymmf,” -Uuhhrrlps-, “fans, you must be a real dead weight at parties. Guess that's what's your future's looking like too, some half assed fodder you are.” The unicorn sighed and grumbled, kneading her sides whilst fishing up her notebooks.
Xyla's breath lingered around her face, feeling the air expelled warping by the atmosphere from the heat of the gut to sweep back and singe through her fur. She was caught in a clasp of flesh — as the stomach's form cratering around her — with the oozing droves of the slop drippling through every striped pattern over her body, and the brewing and bulbing of foam were strumming up to an orchestral drone -Frlrlrpshghs- -ChhRfrrszzsth-. Her struggles only pelted more of the mire onto her, foam swelling up in mushroom caps over her frame, hued in the pastel yellow of her coat and drooping down in dollops. To avoid etouching her muzzle she rammed her head back, soaking her mane in the fluids, warping through the strands and budding into drops of froth tinted in the pale beige of her mane. It acted as a buffer to halt the honey thick gunk from soaking into her head, but drops of it still trickled from the ceiling. -Blphs- -Crrzzsth- “Gyyaahrk, Xyla screamed as a drop dropped into her eyes. Frenetic wings managed to push it past her sclera and drizzling down as a streak of frying oil down her cheek, — melting tears. Foam fizzled up at the corners of her vision. She kept winking it away, only seeing the gut around her in flashes.
The phlegm was penetrating through her abdomen's skin, small pores filling up with soldering heatd to expand as it blackened the meat around it, eating away into its form, what was a pin prick turned into broad pits. It was sauntering viriol within her sinew, and let them bloom into a path of boils and burst through through the layers of skin – as fat frying in a pan – each pit barfing up the blackened refuse of the fomenting process.
Her wings weren't doing any better, the feathers matted and curling at the heat, scrunching up as the orange fluids engulfed them and burnished them into crumpled ash, the floof trickling off, seeping into her hind. She couldn't take this, she had to stop it. But her hoof could only reach so far, she begun scratching down her back, her right hoof carved by acids to a scoop which she steamrolled on her side, scraping down the trails of seared flesh and depositing the tar in below -Clsllsthsggs- -Chhrrksptsht- -Cphhptsltgh-. The grime curdled up in her gouged hoof and sloughed up as scoops of ice cream, Xyla shedding her fur with each drag to expose the skin beneath. She only dug through her coat, but the sprawling pattern of black paths reached further. The skin around them miscoloured in lime splotches of beige and umber.
“Off ooff foof, g-get off,” she stammered as her hoof kept sheering off her coat, her skin scratched raw in following the veins of molten flesh… A colorful pile had plumped up right beneath, a soft serve of her creamed fur and flesh, the scratches now only leading in her digging out more and more of the black nectar that boiled through her skin…
-Scrrrrtchskfflsh- A slash -- as if meat hammered through a rotten tree trunk -- burst her eyes open. She didn't want to believe it, she couldn't… -Chrr-Chshrrslffl- -Fkrkcsh- But she felt it, her hoof plunged into her side, digging through the dissolving fissure crawling down her body, tearing them open — as if melting the custard seams of a cookie house. The more she realised what was happening, the more the pain set in.
“Hgbraras,” she flung her hoof free from the tear, “Stop no stop, back no--…” she whispered in wheezes after the cry, feeling the rift in her side saturate with a new temperature. -Crshsht- -chrrlspth- crimson welled from the forced wound, tinted in the smelting Charon and slopping over the chunky pile beneath, giving the Xyla gelato a viscous vermilion glaze. Her hoof was battered into the stomach lining only to fling back in reflex from the searing fluids. Her body shaking which sent tremors back through the gut, raining acids upon her form on high, seeping through the paths and burning new ones in the tessellated patterns of Xyla's body. Droplets oozed form on high towards her eyes, missing by a hair to melt charcoaled streaks through her chin. She clasped over her ears, holding them down over her head. -Spspltpthehs- but her hoof passed through the cartilage of the left ear, and a liquid patch of darkened sludge splattered into her cheek, her ear hollowed out, molten through to leave only a triangular gateway of flesh piling over her eyes. She felt the tearing spike through her side once more. Seeing how the rupture creaked along towards one of the forks in the path, teetering on gouging open a corner of her side.
“S-ststysa,” She cried, clutching her hoof to the side, holding the flap clogged. -Chrjgpslgsh- but feeling the pressure -Sbrhrsl- displace some matter underneath. -Bghhrrllgphgs- Ghbrhrsgs- The stomach growled around her, the -Shtkspsh- slough of acids like a race of snails crawling out along the precipice of her cell. It became harder to dodge the dropping slime, and… -Vhrlrlrsh- she felt the tear continue, the acids foaming and chomping away at her flesh to rip the weakened meat open. She felt. She watched as more and more of her body was consumed by the dark pattern, white foam and sting following pierces and boils creeping across her form. She felt her side slack, and weight lag up against her supporting hoof. She had started with keeping it still to spread the rupture further, but now, if she took off the pressure, the whole lap of flesh would swing open. She breathed in faint haggard wheezes. Mind attempting to repress the thoughts of her stomach's condition, pushing it tauter to the wall to avoid the same fate of her side. But the searing mould was spreading, smoothing and liquefying her skin, shaving off her coat in broad steppes. But with pressure from all directions, she couldn't avoid one… -Cshrlpth- Drop. It plastered into over her eye, searing into the lens, half her vision consumed in blur and then burning a pit in the center of pure white that a torched a film real as it spread through her vision, the white fading out into darkness.
“Hgrhahaga,” her hoof shifted, -Shttpksktsgh- -Shrorlsths- and the wall of flesh tumbled slack as a cut of beef, through the hoof wide rupture coursed streams of scarlet, demolishing the heaps in the singeing acids below and reaching their boiling point. -Frrzzzllrlrsth- Mauve fumes pumped up from below, steaming Xyla in billowing embrace of caustic, moist rust.. It gummed into the remaining tufts of her fur, branding her with her own life fluids. With her one good eye she could peer into her side, see muscle clasped ribs and beating lumps within, and the tangerine phlegm crawling over the burnished ridges.
~ 4 ~
A stallion's lunch was interrupted by a clasp of his shoulder. Before he could turn there came an avalanche of weight over his shoulders -Bewllwpghths- Plush, but dense gut meat weighed into him, pinning him down to struggle under August's bulk.
“I had an early lunch, rather bored, how'd you like this gut, think you are stallion enough to bear the weight of my whole lunch on your shoulders?” she asked the pony beneath her, who shook his head as her stomach -Chhrrlpgssh- rustled with gurgles.
“That is what I,” -Bhurraaspsrps-, a confetti of crumpled feathers flew out with the steam, crumbling in the air or plastering onto the table. “If you can't guess by the shoddy way my gut is holding up, Xyla's the lucky food stewing away in there, any one ‘a you wanna say goodbye? You do not have too much time,” August slugged her gut off the stallion and parted her maw wide, letting the table occupants gaze into the slime teetered abyss, vaguely hearing a -Chrlslgsh- churn through the depths, “Just a quick pop in to say bye? Anyone, no? Don't blame you,” she said and slumped back to the ground -Bghhstwp- her gut smacking into the floor, but bounding off of it to lay suspended above.
-Crxkxnng- -Xhxbrtsh- “Hear that, this bit too loud to be ribs snapping, think her legs gave in? Any bets on spine? The runt wasn't anyone's favorite or anything. But, you might a's well take a long look,” she said cradling her stomach, kneading in droves into her supple flesh, “cus adjusing by this weak willed gut munch, there won't be a trace of her by tomorrow.” She strutted off with her tail wagging counter to her stomach, Classmates exchanging worried glances, collectively biting their tongue.
Once August had made it around the corner she slumped her side against the wall. -Chhrlrpsths-Chrsk- a rousing sunder of torn flesh and dislocate limbs erupted from the gut. -Bhraaaarururlsp- “Phaaa, prick you are getting heavy.”
Xyla laid curled up, tucked in as tight as she could, any spare limb was covering some rupture or gash, though it was doing little. Her hooves were file filed down to the numbs, and she couldn't feel her tail or hind. -ShRrghgbsh- though she heard a meaty grind of mince as she the gut shifted down towards her flank, with a smearing of pulped corn mixing with the constant stewing of flesh.. She kept her head down, away form the acid rain, -Sslrrlp- Chirrup- She watched her eye cook in her own head, the jellied slop dripping down in creamy globs, searing the meat flesh in its wake. As the oil riddled substance dropped free, glints of colour sparkled out of the white drops before dying the slop.
She was holding together, but her body was going soft, tears cracking up along her frame, where most of the mare tainted black, with mere islands peeking up with swirling tufts of fur. “Pslfl-spl…” frail lips mumbled. Then she was hoisted up. -Chrhrlsplghshts- liquid and solids tossed forwards, crashing into the stomach lining -Chrrlslpshts- her hoof couldn't hold back, the flap opened, the one she had punctured herself. The wound sprawled open with its flesh petals to disgorge a flood of streaming scarlet, -Shhglrlprghhtstss- and a slurping heap smashing between the fissures and clefts of sinew, barfing up pale coils of her colon, the slick tubes looping out over one another as a tangled net, the slimy drenched bundles toppling right into the mire of molten Xyla, steaming up clouds of alabaster to contaminate the air in brine and molten colon bacteria. Xyla slapped her hoof, for causing her this sheer pain of watching her own entrails led into the puttering stew. The hoof had gone stiff before the impact, and once it connected… -Cllrttchk- -Krrlltsh- the joint dislodged, -Chhrsts- tethering jellied flesh out around the seam as the bone laid exposed under crumbling musculature, a network of tendons and nerves tethering the ripped limb back to Xyla's torso. Frozen by the sight of it, tears streaking down her stone chiselled countenance, jaw agape and twitching. The twitching ramped up, rattling through her body, shaking down the tethers of the leg. The nerves still so pink and fresh, but droplets of acids soaked into them…
She ground her shoulder into the wall, cringing out as she pasted the fomenting fluids onto it to sever the connection. -Chhrsths- The hoof fell limp into the stew, bumping against her, broad hollows gouging out in its side, tears exposing both fresh flesh gleaming of scarlet and the browned molten slurry sloughing free. She sloughed backwards clutching the exposed bone -Shhtrplsgush- and watched how her abdomen spilled open. The small pin prints of acids had eaten away at her flesh, now carved out as hoof print wide orifices crowding against one another in a net of connecting circles. Oozing with the congealed mass of meat brew they were carved form, alongside molten brawn from within. She clutched towards her stomach, watching how her whole torso was bloating downwards like a drop of water, -Schhprshts- the squeeze displaced a trunk of polished meat within, and Xyla could only stare as a fat kidney sloughed its way out of her hollowed abdomen. She watched the surface of glistening slop cave in around the organ welling up around its side and -Shhprsk- puckering over it, guzzled up and hidden in the molten muck. The surface shimmering back towards her, chunks of meat in various stages of processing. Bones jutted up through a yellowed film of oily feathers and hair. Xyla gasped in breaths as she felt the last few hairs of her scalp wither off and join the slurry, a slurry which now seeped back into her heaving stomach through the rounded net of regurgitated acids tearing into her sinew from the insides.
-Bhruaaahrslp- smack- smslrp- August smacked her lips after her burps, sampling the roasted meaty character. “Mm, decent for a failing runt.” She smacked into her stomach -wswttmp- -Bghrrpgsus- eliciting a series of -Chrbbglrlspsh- growls and churns of the chunky mulch within… her stomach had contracted, deflating around the previously floor scraping belly, to a dome curving just underneath her knees .Wide bulges surfaced and trailed along the gut now and again, though their motion was languid, random, and sunk back in before long.
--Huoororaaahrp- -Uuurslp- “Almost a shame, you know?” The unicorn sighed as she idly kneaded into her stomach, feeling the mush bend and warp around her hoof -Chhrrlspgsthshts- -Vhrlrpsgshgs- “you were fun for a while. Entertaining. But you had to go and muck that up. Which you are,” -Bhurralp-, “exceedingly proficient at.. In the end, you won't even leave a dent.” August sighed and slumped off of the wall, strutting towards the final class for the day. “save a spot in the afterlife for me, muck mulch.” -Bbghrhrsllsph- -Chhrrslpgshts-.
~ 5 ~
-Ghrbrbgss- -Bghrsss- -Chhrrslgsh- The sounds of the stomach rippled from corner to corner. Slime oozing from the walls towards the puddle filling up most of the chamber. A reservoir of stewing mire, rippling surface with in the thick slurry of meat and lard. At the surface floated a chunk of torso, still attached to the head, the lungs … heaving. One eye gouged out from its socket, and surrounding bone carved out in wet sludge slopping back down the cavity. The same melting mire spread down their lips, carving open 'v' triangular pits in the lips on entry and exit it passed over. One eye still stared, its lid burned off to a crisp. But it saw its jaw waggling. -Chrrlpsth- with a sloup a tooth loafed out of the jaw, the sounding meat grown pulpy and thick, - Cchrpstsl- -Cprplsths- premolars were singed off of the gums, some toppling into the blackened chime, others trickling back the mare's throat. A cough. -Chrhsptsh- The joints of her jaw clattered and caved in, unhinging slack into the mire, the goop beginning to pool and slough over the sides into the lower jaw bone. -Chhrsptpsh chunks of flesh slacked off under their own weight. -Splth- A brief fountain of blood sprayed up from the jaw, then it only pooled of ichor, the same ichor which drained into the now wide open passage down Xyla's throat. Still, aware as the extra weight was just enough to let her sink… The mire of molten meat creeping up over her cheeks, the chyme brewed and dissolved of her own body devouring her. And she was unable to close her eye -Chrllstpwwp-.
-Gbhrrlsps- BHGrlrpsgshbc- Chrrlslptsh- Churns wrung and curled out of the mare's belly as the gut quivered, creaking inwards over the slop funnelling through the rest of her body.
“Hmfmw haawwmfs fmsmaf…” The mare yawned in her slumber, a deep breath before turning over in bed. -Shclpltsths- her sloughing stomach spilling over to the side, pocks sending quivers through the surface as the skin slackened to wrap around the few outlines her stomach couldn't process. Though even those would recede throughout the night, as the pulped mare silt pumped through her form, her body draining the nutrient soup for minerals and fat to ponder expansions on the mare's assets. -Ghbrrlpgsh- The deluge drained from August's stomach, till it sloped only with pudge.
~ 6 ~
-Bhuraashrprlsp- “MnHhgnr, phaa. Phaa, almost done?” August asked her rear, her tail only wafted out of the way of her thrumming pucker. The bushes outside of campus provided minimal camouflage, though this wasn't her concern.
-Chhr-Chrlrspths- Her pucker – polished of bowel slime and glimmering in the morning sun — parted with sprawling tethers between the brim's trenches. -Chrhrlsptsh- A creaking streaked through the air as the fleshy bulb blossomed around a path of pale calcium. Around the head of a femur. The pit collapsed in around as the bone slimmed out, stretching to buffer the surface with a slick -Chhrrlst- -Cshrhrsith- as the osseous matter extended out of her rectum.
“Phaa, Look who is ready to come out, all digestedmfms, as in the element for such a killjoy,” August hufed as and took in a deep breath, sighing as she felt her brim slack open, the brim filling up with the end of the femur with a collection of clumped up calcium, shards and whole bones crumbled up with spinal columns crowning out of her brim in a congregation of mangled marble. -Chrlrlsth- -Chrlptsh- -Khrlspts- The clatter of skeletal fragment trickled towards the orchestral as the bulk sloughed free of her brim. The bones clumped and glued together with ribbons of yellowed phlegm, residual fluids of digestion, hiding all from a crooked pelvis to scapulae, and torn jawbones into a bale of bones. -Chrs-crhs-chhr-sht- which begun to break apart and clatter into a slapdash heap under her rear -Chrpsgksths-
“Get out now, you aren't getting any real estate on my ass, barely left a layer of chub as it is, don't want to have the junk from some jerk gut batter kicking around my fmms, flank,” she huffed out, her brim warping and creaking over a collection of acid smoothed shards to clatter into the pile below. The femurs still jutted out of the heap, seeming sturdier than most of their companions. As the heap sunk -Shpths- form the bones shifting and sprawling free on the grass.
August caught a glimpse of something in the pile, she daintily prodded off a sundered scapulae and a blob of molten hoof clay. She fished out a cranium, most of one. The jaw was missing, as were the teeth, one eye socket crocked and broader than the other, with a rim riddled with froth boils. She contemplated the skull. -Ckkrlt- it smacked into the grass. And the shadow of her hoof loomed above. -Chhrrltkpch-chhwtpshts- it shattered with moisture blasting off in strands of gunk. The bone itself softened enough to crumble -Chrrssch- into dust under August's step. The unicorn paid no mind to the cranium she had caved in under hoof. Stepping away from the pile of Xyla refuse, and wiping off her hoof clean on the lawn on her stride towards the campus.
~ 7 ~
-Dbdf- -Ddbf- August patted her hind, feeling out her curvature of pudge underneath, it sunk in gently around her hoof as she stroke it all down to her filled hips. “Seems some you decided to tag along, but if all you were good for was a bump of buttocks blubber then why didn't I cram you down there weeks ago? Peh, toying too much with my food, Did you have to dissolve that quickly? Barely got through lunch enjoying those squirms, but what was I really expecting of you… Who is the real idiot between the two of us, if I thought you'd amount to anything?” She kept huffing to herself and kneading on over her gut.
Other students were in the surrounding hall, many looking her way, though no one daring to interrupt her. Except…
“Excuse me, August?” a teal stallion stepped up in front of the mare.
She brushed away her mane to see him, eyebrow low.
“What?” The sentence was curt, sharp, and irritated — a syringe filled with hangover.
The stallion peeked own between her legs, at the slightly dumped out abdomen. “Xyla Phona, did-… did you…-”
“Let her out?”
He nodded.
She cleared her throat, stepped forwards, grabbed his tie and tucked him close -Bhuruaawuurprrlsp- she unleashed a torrent of guttural gales that sent her lips fluttering from the pressure, mists of drool and the lingering stench of marinated jerky and rubber bile wafted out over the stallion, till his mane was slick back from the gale. She unleashed him, then fiddled around her mouth with her tongue, curling, twirling… -Phtioo- and spat out a tooth that -Clkt- bounced off his forehead and trickled onto the floor. The tooth was far too small to be hers. August speared icicles through the stallion with her gaze, mouth a thin flat line, eyes half lidded with discontent. They started at each other. The stallion peered down at the tooth.
August's pupils dipped towards where it had landed, turned back to him. One eyebrow was raised.
The stallion scurried to pick up the tooth.
A single nod. “Rest of her is out in front, fourth bush on the left. Massaged my pucker on the way out, but I don't give bonus points to kiss asses. Someone should clear up that trash.”
The stallion got the hint and stepped in a wide circle around her to head down the corridor. -Chht- But she snagged his tail, and reeled him back in.
“You liked her? I think you'll like what she left on me even more, it is the only worthwhile part that stuck around, don't you think she looks better as some of my luscious pudge?” August grinned as she rubbed the teal muzzle into her abdomen, squeezing him taut to her bellybutton, buried in her pudge until his cheeks turned pale. At which point she unleashed him, to topple to the ground.
“I got some of her kicking around my fank too. Unsure quite where, but a thorough massage should find out just where that gut mulch's lard ended up. She loomed over the trembling pony, a smile curling up at her lip. “What's your name?”
The stallion swallowed. “E-… Evergreen.”
“Sounds like a challenge” she scoffed, stepping off of him. She turned her head back to face him, “I like a challenge.” With that, she sauntered down the hallway, each steep emphasizing the accumulate plump on curving out her voluptuous hind.
Some gave the stallion an emphatic look, but he wouldn't look back.
