Don't Drink with the Captain
The 5 Fresh new recruits of the famous WonderBolt's follow the captain of the flying team towards her Office. Spitfire Leading them on the promise of some good liquor as everypony else leaves the Wounderbolt Academy, heading home for the week dismissal. Once entering her spacious office, paperwork already locked up she heads towards her special cabinet in the room to gather the promised drinks for them. As an hour pass of chatting and swapping stories, they 5 unexpecting ponies start falling over like bricks as the spiked drink knocks them out for a short while. Once the final recruits join the pile of ponies, a mischievous Spitfire locks the door for the night ahead.
Thunderlane, Flitter, Cloudchaser, Rainbow Dash, and Rainbow Drop start waking up from there unexpected nap. As they each groggily take stock of their surrounding notice the change in size of the room. Besides them they noticed a tall bottle of Whiskey sitting close by, giving of a cool chill. A black cylinder about half the height but wider holding unknown items within. As they look around the front of the room recognizing that they are still in the Captain's office. As the group spread out to the front, unaware of the mare behind them.
"AAah! What’s going on!?" A flailing lavender coated mare screams out, startling the group of shrunken ponies. Rainbow Drop trying to fly away as she is dangled by her tail is hoovered over and empty glass before beings dropped in. As the others watched her plight in stunned silence as the gigantic blue clothed mare of yellow stares down at them after taken 1 of their own and dropping her into a large shot glass.
As Spitfire watches the group stare up at her in shocked silence, using her wings she quickly traps them under her feathery appendages. Making sure not to hurt them, she carefully removes each of the ponies and put them all in a small glass bowl trapping them next toward the shot glass of Rainbow Drop. "Don't worry now... And don't bother trying to fly away, that potion prevents flight, and you can take more abuse if I get a... 'rough' tonight." Noticing their panic shouts and flapping wings as they try to escape.
As the 4 ponies are trapped stop trying to escape, forced to watch as Spitfire grabs the cold bottle of Vodka, before pouring a shot on top of the lavender mare within. Rainbow Drop is drench in the flowing liquid raining down on her, knocking off her hoofs she flails around in the swirling alcohol. Swimming in the clear fluid she breaks the surface for fresh air, coughing up the mouth full of vodka that was swallowed down. Hooking her Forelegs around the rim of the glass she supports herself as the liquid splash against her, as her eyes remain close, she only hears the panic screaming of her shrunken companions. Blinking slowly to figure out what's the problem, her blood freezing at what she finds, an open mouth breath’s softly over her as the captain goes for a drink. Given a panic yell, she starts swimming away to escape the yawning mouth as the shot glass starts to tilt down to quench Spitfire thirst. As the slow current starts to dripple down into the muzzle, a slithering tongue slides out teasing the panicking mare as she dives down to avoid being scooped up. As the wiggling tongue retreats, Drop comes back up for air, swallowing mouthfuls of liquid as she struggles to fight the current. Sluggishly she nearly makes it towards the other side of the shot before, Spitfire dumps the liquid back in one gulp, distorting the mare as she is now trapped behind the lips of her captain.
As Drop is trapped in the darken chamber, she keeps her head above the liquid as some of it drains towards the back, leaving only a small about remaining inside, a moaning rumble’s around her while she lays across the tongue. "C-Captain Mam? Can I Please come out..." Drop shivers from the cold liquid coating her fur, not trusting herself to move for risk of sliding down to the throat. Only a humming is heard in response to her question, whether Spitfire heard her or not remaining unclear. Just as she starts shifting around towards the front, she gets pinned to the roof of the mouth as a swallow drains the remaining fluids inside. Drop's screaming in surprised and panic as she hears the draining of fluids, fearing she will be next.
Spitfire was busy enjoying her treat, suckling the mare with before tossing her in her cheek pinning her once more. Making sure to tilt her head to the side to show the wiggling lump still trapped within to the other shrunken ponies below. Small bulges of the mare showing off in her cheek as hoof push along the walls of the jaws. Saliva building up again as Drop's own flavor mixed with her earlier beverage gives a unique flavor, mouthwatering as some drool drips out the side of her lips. Listening closely, she can her muffled protest within as the unwilling mare is tossed back and forth across cheek to cheek. As she goes and pins the mare under her tongue to swallow the buildup drool, pours another shot glass out for herself. Lowering her head just above the glass box, hoof around her next shot. Spitfire maneuvers the mare back onto her tongue, before opening her mouth as she breaths heavily over the glass bowl, her tongue extends out towards the group trapped below, letting them see Drop once more in all her soaked glory. As Drop noticing the change in scenery, thinking her ride is over, starts rolling onto her belly and tries making her way to the group of ponies in front of her. The wiggling mass below Drop folds back suddenly, forcing her to stay on as it retreats in the maw once more, screams of protest begging the other 4 to help her. Spitfire raising her head up slightly gives a small resounding 'GULP' as a small bulge appears in her throat stopping short from continuing down, Drop trying to brace herself for going any further, before a torment of Vodka comes in unexpectedly, washing down on her, forcing her journey down.
Drop flows down quickly once the rush of clear liquid hits her, as she flows down the tight esophagus brings her down, depositing her into small pond of strong smelling alcohol of the night. Stomach walls rumbling before a rush of air escapes through the top, loud belch ringing out.
Spitfire leaning back rubs her belly towards her company as she finishes sending Drop, the 2nd shot complementing the mare's aftertaste as it washed her down. Her officer Jacket covering her gurgling gut as she does so, Gazing down at the remaining 4 ponies. "Uuap... So..." Licking her upper lip as address the gathered group. "Who wants to go next?"
Rainbow Dash not liking how her Captain is treating them stands forth yelling to be heard "What they Hay Spitfire!?" You Ate Drops! Our Teammate!" As she stands in front of her comrades. Puffing out her chest wings flared out as she yells, not taking account that Spitfire only hears tiny unintelligible yelling.
Spitfire watching as the mare step forward in angry as they just stare down each other. "I'm guessing you want the 'special' treatment." Smiling evilly as she reaches down low out of sight of Rainbow, "I figure I would need to pick somepony out for the next event!" As her hoof place an object next towards the ponies. Grabbing her next victim Dash before she can back out, dangles her by her colorful tail as she flails around. Rainbow barely noticing the object was a large orange butt plug as she is brought towards the previous location it resided in.
As Dash is lowered towards to the massive, toned flank of her captain, getting a clear view of the pre lubed asshole as it lightly quivers at the mare. "Don't worry I washed up before hoof. If anything, it's all lubed up and ready for you Dash" RD only feeling slightly better at hearing this but, still resist as she is lowered down. Pressing her fore hoof against flesh does little to stop her entrance, the lubed walls easily let her slide in. As the first slide in Dash flailing wings easily get pinned, her rear only thing left out as her rear legs tries to pull herself out, till a rubbery firm mass is felt against her. Tensing up at what she hopes is not the previous item in question only to be shoved further in. Trapped in the butt of the large mare she pinned against the tunnel unable to turn around or back out, only able to get small glimpse of the plugged now sealing her to her fate. Tight Clenches slowly force her deeper in, Dash Screaming mentally inside wanting to keep any fluids she passes out of herself.
Spitfire rolls back to sit squarely on the plug, bouncing lightly at the full feeling it provides, knowing that each clench drags the rainbow headed mare deeper inside. Her lower lips wetting as she lightly rubs herself to get as much pleasure from this alone. Looking down once more she brings her wet hoof to the glass bowl holding the 3 ponies left while using her wing to grab the vodka as she moves towards the couch beside her desk. Laying on her back to the hoof-rest closet too her special cabinet. Set the trapped ponies between her spread legs, close to her dripping mare hood. Taken a swig of the drink looks back down as she continues rubbing herself again once she gets comfortable, giving them a show of her swollen pussy.
Giving a deep exhale her voice filled with lust, "Aah...So my Bolts... Who wants to take the next assignment? " Spreading her pussy wide, the tunnel within soaked as she freely leaks down. Noting that the twins held each other, while the stallion of the group points a hoof at them to go as he tries to keep as far away as he could get. "heh... Well, Cloudchaser and Flitter looks like Thunderlane volunteered you for this assignment, make sure to thank him later." As 1 hoof now holds the bottle and the other widens her lower lips, Spitfire brings her wing to pluck the cursing mares at the betrayal of their friend. As they struggle against their will, they are pushed headfirst into the drenched pussy muffling the displeasure, as they struggle to get out. Spitfire merely leaves a feather tip against their wiggling butts before pushing them in deeper into her love tunnel. Moaning as the rub against her walls, covers her lips again as she rubs herself once more.
Bringing the bottle up towards her face to see only about few cups left remains of her prize drink, letting out a sad sign at the remaining liquor. Wanting to share the last bit of her drink plucks the final pegasus out with her wing once more and force him into the bottle, making a splash as he dunks into the deep bottle. Thunderlane paddling to stay above the surface, forced to drink some that seeps into his mouth. As he struggles to stay up notice the tipping of his new prison as Spitfire goes for another drink. Finding himself in the same boat as Rainbow Drop from earlier has only a slight easier time staying above, as loud gulps quickly drain down, he only barley stops his decent as he braces against the thin neck of the bottle just barley keeping his weight up.
As Spitfire finish the last of her liquor, getting last gulps of the burning taste down, noticed that her Snack has lodge himself inside. Leaving the bottle upside down she raises it higher with mouth wide open as her tongue rolls down her chin, giving a taunting view down her throat to the stallion above. Giving a shudder moan breathing out deeply as it fogs the glass inside, feeling the struggling mares within her birthing canal as she continues rubbing her folds. Her yawning mouth gives a clear view of the pulsating thraot below the stallion, Spitfire shaking loose the grip he has on the smooth glass.
Thunderlane unable to stay inside slides out falling into the wide moaning mouth below. Landing on the waiting red carpet of the tongue, he quickly tries to stand to run off it, only to be flicked back, falling into the pit as the tongue travels with him in. Spitfire trapping Thunderlane in her mouth, sucking the stallions taste as she starts playing with her second oral snack of the night.
Scooting further down in a more relax position instead of sitting up anymore, she begins licking Thunderlane as he wrestles around with her tongue, fighting the wiggling flesh as it pins and sloshes him around. As Spitfire suckles any remaining flavor of her drink out of his coat. Feeling Thunderlane moving towards the front of her mouth, let’s him pull half his body out keeping his wings pinned down as she tightens her lips on him, preventing his escape, her tongue teasing his undercarriage as she gently rubs him down alongside herself. Hearing small moans from him she giggles softly as a red hue covers her face, the alcohol taken its toll on her hazing her mind as she pleasures the half eaten stallion with her special blowjob. Sucking him back inside, she feels as he gets lost in his own world humping into her tongue, uncaring to his plight as he slides further to the throat behind him.
Spitfire wanting to get off herself, ignores the stallions as she quickly gulps him down as Thunderlane slides into her tight throat, his own climax halfway down before joining Drops in the pool of alcohol within. As Spitfire feels herself getting close to her release, as the twins struggle to get out, hooks her hoofs under her own flanks, as she leans forward bringing her lower lips into a deep kiss in a lewd display. Moaning as she eats out her own pussy out, licking deep within looking for the twins within her as they give a teasing taste mixed in with her honey.
Cloudchaser and her sister Flitter have been tumbling back and forth against the pulsing walls, trying to find the exit only ended up deeper to the womb’s opening. Trying to avoid getting trapped they work to climb out the other end. Making little progress as the soaked walls drench them, the stale musky filling their own lungs as they move. Hitting several sensitive areas that tightens there prison repeatedly being forced back down. Just as they were about to give up hope of escaping, fear floods them as a wiggling mass comes down above them. Screaming in shock as the slurping tongue scoops up the flooding juices, brushing against the mares slightly each time it comes in.
Spitfire can feel the tips of the mares as she shoves her muzzle deep into her pussy, moaning deeply into herself, quivering at the stimulation she gives herself. Only needing just little more of a push, one of her hoof’s travels down to the plug within her plot, pulls it out leaving just the tip in her anus. Lightly pushing it back in shallow pumps, she shoves it back in one go suddenly, with great force, causing her flanks to jiggle slightly. Moaning at the sudden insertion, she squirts into her mouth hard, forcing the mares within to be flooded out, being scooped in by the tongue. Coming down off her lustful passion as she squirts into her open mouth, sloshes her cum around her mouth as she suckles the flavor with the mares now mixed in, noting she did get both. Pulling away from her flanks, she rests the final 2 mares on her tongue, tasting their flavor soaked in her own cum before tilting her head back giving a deep multiple swallows, one lump showing before a second follows it, hoof tracing the small bulges as they disappear down behind her fluffy chest.
Inside as the 2 mares fall into the sloshing gut, they meet up with all the remaining group as they each push against the walls of the cramped stomach, not doing much to upset it as they scream to be let out. Rainbow Dash being the most vocal as having been forced to travel from the exit and force into the stomach unwillingly. As they each hope to be released, a quaking rumbles throughout the liquid filled gut, air rushing up and out as a muffled belch can be heard as a satisfy captain relaxes on her back rubbing her pony filled gut.
Spitfire moaning at the release of air, talks to her gut, even if the occupants couldn’t her much of what she said, “Aaah… urp... that’s a welcome party alright” patting her gurgling stomach before rolling over lazily to grab a potion in the cabinet next to her. “Don’t know if you Bolts are listening but, I got this potion to keep everypony safe till morning... where is it... Ah! This should be the one.” Spitfire comments as her eyes start drooping at such a long day, hopping this was the right bottle to keep them safe...it was the blue for safety, right? Or the red? Ah well she sure it’s fine, just a good nap and she can get them out later tomorrow then.
Spitfire chugs the random potion, one for anti-digestion while the other was cure all potion for most know problems. As she finishes 1 of the 2 off, drops both on the ground for later clean up, instead curls upon the couch to sleep the night away. Whatever she drank its future Spitfire’s problems, to tired and drunk to care what happens to her future bolts. After all they got dozens more tryout that can fill the vacant spots later.
Author's Note
You have a pick of Clean full tour in the good ending (NO SCAT in anything)
Or the bad ending being only little shorter.
Don't Drink with the Captain
A new day shines down onto the WounderBolt academy, light shining into a certain office to rouse the sleeping mare within. As the rays start shining into the closed eye lids, Spitfire slowly rousing from discomfort. Hung over from late night activities with her new reserves Bolt's that making a fuss as a commotion makes itself known in her still plugged butt. As the mare looks behind her towards her raveled tail, dirty from the dry activates from before, gives a quick tense as she squishes the ponies inside to settle down
Yawing out loud as she rubs her eyelids from the crust resting on them, climbs down onto the floor before, stretching for a minute in different poses'. "Aaargh... I'm -yaawn- up hold your feathers..." she comments out loud to her ass, giving it a quick shack as the ponies within try not to fall back deeper in. Taking a potion for the morning pain of hung over to ease the coming task ahead, Spitfire feels nearly instantly better, minus the bitter taste as it passes her tongue.
Heading out to her personal bath chambers connected to the office, she gets her tub ready with a warm water for all of them. Once its ready she climbs in only filling the tub a few centimeters, as she removes her plug and tossing it to the far end of the tub, lays against the one edge making sure her ass hole isn't blocked from the floor. "Alright... Everypony out... ggrmhp... I got... important shit to do Ah!" grunting at forcing each of them out, the first small gasp of fresh air rings out as a dark stallion is the first to show himself out.
Feeling the first line of 5 ponies coming out, starts to lightly rub herself again once more. "Heh... Be glad I skipped dinner... although if you want another trip... I won't complain to a free meal" She taunts Thunderlane as few drops of her nectar lands atop hit head.
Thunderlane not liking the thought of another, possible permanent stay, struggles little more to free himself. Rainbow Drop pushing on his butt to help him along, a small pop as he flings himself out, landing in the shallow water below. As he gathers himself starts to make a run, before a wall of yellow feathers blocks his path "Now where do you think you're going?" question the mare above him, her voice panting softly as she talks down to him. "Get back over and help your team out! No pony gets left behind!" She yells in a demanding, yet teasing authority tone, given a little shack to her ass as lavender hoofs wiggle out to find perches. Thunderlane stands frozen in fear not wanting to be anywhere near her tail hole again, as he looks into Spitfire’s face, notice her other wing pointing into her open mouth as she scowls down at him. Telling him his punishment if he doesn't help the ponies out.
Giving a deep empty gulp to swallow his fears, slowly makes his approach back to the wiggling hoofs, notice the little progress they made on her own to get out. With great temptation he stands on his hind legs as he grabs them, grunting as he puts his weight into pulling the mare out, makes quick progress as her head pops out gasping as he did early.
Satisfy that they are working together to get out, beings to enjoy the feeling as they slide out. Reaching a hoof to a special cabinet within hoof reach, pulls out her vibrator dildo, replacing for her hoof instead. Setting it to random vibration for more unexpecting time as she relaxes, pumping the dildo slowly, moaning as Rainbow Drop finally falls out. "Yeaaah...make sure you get evverypony out...Thunder...you're responsible for getting them out... All of you work together or else..." As Spitfire makes sure both ponies know what she expects of them, relaxing her head back to enjoy herself. Moaning out as she pushes the next pony closer for them to reach, her nectar leaks down slowly to the working ponies below.
The next hoofs tips barley poke out, both Drop and Thunder stare hopping that the captain would push her out more. "Well... then..." Thunder starts "I'll... pry her open I guess... you uh... pull her out and I'll help once she is further exposed. Should work well enough... I hope..." Looking over, getting a disgusted nod from Drops. As they get into position, a drop from Spitfire drips down onto Drop, earning a scream of disgust from the mare. Thunder watching as Drop drops down trying to wash the honey juice off her. Giving her a minute to gather herself, they try again to free their other comrade.
As Drop gives a shudder as more fluids slides from above, she at least feels the mare sliding out, noticing that Flitter is the third pony to escape. "ggrrn...come on Flitter... your almost free..." Thunder helping as they both grab a hoof from Flitter to slide out, a slurping pop as Flitter plops out into the water below. "Come on... let’s get the other 2 Flitter... I don't want to be here anymore..." Drop states as she helps the next mare up to her hoofs, Thunderlane already trying to get the next pony.
The next pony Cloudchaser coming next, as her face is shown next, her legs pinned back. "Well don't just stand there. Get me out of here!" Cloudchaser yells as the wrinkling asshole hugs her head, Thunderlane trying to pull the flesh off her. "Come on sis! Drops!" As the 3 ponies work taken care not to hurt her head still, they pull her out fully.
As the 4 rest waiting for the final member get closer, Muffled yelling heard as the Dash yells for the others to get her out. Free flowing mare cum leaks down over the lower hole, Spitfire nearing her release. "1 more... hurry up down there. I can't babysit you all day. Need to wash off and send you 5 on your way." giving a grunt she forces the final mare inside closer out of her rectum, Dash legs poking out finally, signaling the 4 ponies to grab to get the last member out. As the begin pulling they noticed Instead of a head, the rainbow tailed butt comes out instead. Rainbow Dash exiting the other way around, just as she is about to pop out, Rainbow head still lodge up to her neck feels a tightening ring of flesh seal around her for a moment, as the yellow mare hits her peak.
Mare cum squirting down in a shower above all ponies below, a scream of lust deafens them a short time, as the 4 cover their ears to lessen the blow. Rainbow Dash struggling hard against tighten asshole, the cut off airflow to Dash making her panic as she starts suffocating formt he cut airflow. Dash pulling alone now as she tries to free herself as she pulling back and punching the anul walls before it relax, causing her panic flailing to pop out, falling onto her back. Spitfire groaning out as she comes back from her lust filled high, turning off her vibrator, setting it to the side, as she surveys the freed ponies below her.
"Alright team...wash up and let’s get you back to normal... and DON'T go talking about this... otherwise..." Spitfire talks to her Bolts before an empty gut rings out demanding food that wasn't given last night "Well... I can show you where the dishonorable bolts end up..." Making the 5 ponies sealed to secrecy, they go about their life's as normal bolts, always remembering to follow captains’ orders if they don't want to end up missing. Spitfire never having any trouble with her team when new bolts pass the academy.
Author's Note
Going have to use Spitfire again later... Use my own twist on ideas with the Bolts...
Safe end for everyone involved, no mess besides a bit of slime and cum really.
Don't Drink with the Captain
As Spitfire sleeps into the night, not realizing the potion was canceling out the protection that was on the 5 ponies in her gut, ignores any warning as her grumbling gut gears up for the night ahead. The potion increasing the size of the 5 ponies to be Filly and Colt size as they didn't get a full does of the potion for themselves'. Only taking a short time before Spitfire belly swells to double the mare size as the 5 child size adults now lost any room to freely move around.
The WonderBolt captain only giving a grunt in displeasure before "Bwoorp" rings out as some gas escapes the prison within. Muffled cries and yelling complaining about the new cramped environment they now find themselves in. Hoof prints and faces pushing out as the try to rouse the slumbering captain, to no avail.
The yellow mass of a gut barley staying on the couch as it titters over the edge, groans ringing out as compacts the ponies within, making sure they can’t escape. The gut familiar with former recruits being dumped into it, processed down to fatten its owner. The Jacket on the mare ripped as it couldn't hold the weight of 5 ponies down along its wearers frame.
Inside the belly of the captain, the smell of rancid acid drips down onto each of the ponies, greasing them up as they rub each other speeding up the digestion themselves. The vodka barley doing anything besides giving a hint of extra smell in the air. The ponies moving slowly to try and get comfortable as they each move to the top to have the least crushing weight on them or in the building acids’, doing nothing as they only get turned around and disoriented as they move. Blaming each other for this situation they find themselves in.
Slowly 1 by 1 they stop moving as they grow tired, but unable to sleep. Fur and feathers melting off into a slurry of colorful liquid below, as their bodies soften up after several hours of constant grinding from the walls roll them around. The sloshing gut shifting suddenly as Spitfire rolls onto her back, snoring loudly as a hoof drifts toward her wobbling gut, as if to sooth the raging beast under the fur.
Night turning into sunrise, the massive 5 small ponies of tangle limbs and body making a lumps across the belly previously, now half the size in a dome of sloshing liquid beneath the fluff of fur. Spitfire sleeping the morning away till noon before slowly stirring awake from her food induce coma.
As She leaves her land of dreams, she rolls off the side of the couch nearly falling over from the sudden shift of gravity as the sloshing gut keeps moving before she get it under control. Shaking her head to clear the fog, looks towards her side, giving a surprised gasp at here sloshing size belly sways softly still. "Shit... that was the wrong potion last night..." Spitfire stats aloud to her stomach, getting a displeased sound’s from within at the sudden shift. Feeling pressure building up down her throat, Spitfire looks forward before a belch rings out, strings of saliva splatting out onto the floor, along with a multitude colorful feathers come out as well. "UUuraap" Looking as few dozen half soaked digested feathers drop to the floor, licking her lips at the hint of her former bolts taste as she smiles at her stomach handy work... "Well Guess I don't need to do that paperwork now for you 5...standard discharge is much easier to do anyways"
Looking back to her fatten cutie mark flanks over her shoulder, smiles at the new look her sloshing bolts added. Backing up to her full body mirror to watch her jiggling plug butt shack as she moves back, giving it a wing slap as ripples of fat roll across one side to the other. "Heh... going take me few weeks to work you off though... hope Soarin like the new look for a few days at least, he always was a good cushion eating out my pies. Can't be Captain with you 5 dragging me down."
Walking towards her bath champers to clean up the mess she had made on herself. Her flanks swaying to an invisible beat as the captain loves the feel of power, she gives off ending 5 of her bolts’ life by a simple accident. Their lives adding to the betterment of herself at least, so not a complete waste, only getting a reminder of their taste when the feathers came back up. "My jacket is coming out of your paychecks as well you 5... I'm sure you don't need it anymore anyways"
Author's Note
Honestly... couldn't think of a better scene to set up for the bad end. After all they already were eaten so not much room to play with. Otherwise end up with a 3k chapter as I made up more stuff for them dragging it out to much then I think