Cusp of a Date, a Bully Tale
Cusp of a Date, a Bully Tale
Written by Septia.
Second row, second seat, that's Golly Go's place in the classroom. She can be lively to have as a classmate, the Pegasus was always met with a smile. It was a comfy arrangement, far from the more... problematic mares of the class, far back in a diagonal from us. Though, once in a while, I’d steal a glance back there, towards that one particular white mare.
-Ghrrbllgpshs- Today was different… Their exclusive corner seat laid empty, its occupant expedited to the front seat, seeing as Golly was not 'in attendance'.
-Gbhrrllgsh- “Mwwmfrmgllffw.”
Though by the gurgles of oscillating meat and yelps muffled under pale fur, that wasn't entirely accurate.
-BRHuaaarlp- Lazy August let out a belch which vibrated the air within the inter-space of our desks, her tumultuous stomach – billowing fort like a beanbag beneath her desk – vibrated in rhythm with the ripples as the stench of olives and pickled jerky wafted from her maw.
The teacher shifted in our direction…
August leaned back, her flaming mane bobbing along with the motion. -Bgblrlghss- -Hhmmmgglrp- A refusal from the gut spurred a glob of gas through their gullet, August's tight lips sealing, containing it, the congested fumes inflating her cheeks to a pair of apples.
The teacher resumed.
-Slflghs- -Gbhggs-. August jostled the bulge of air between her cheeks, -Ghrulaaap- and parted her lips to expose the condensed air of ammonia, a visible ball of heat evacuating her lips in a slough.
Within the cloud, I noticed a pair of amber feathers, wherein one crumpled onto the desk, the other jammed stuck in between August's molars.
“Your scampering's interrupting class. If ya could be just a bit less of an airhead this once, and digest cordially, you'd do us all a favour and melt into mare mush, y’understand?”
-Bbfwfmps- A bump jutted out the side of August's gut, the ripples after the hovering hoof-print creasing the belly, -Ghgllblprsh- leaving it jostling as a sack of oil before the definition on the lump sunk back into pale flab.
“Shf, spaha, August this isn't … you gotta let me out, I know you are not a big enough jerk to do this.”
“Mmf… you’re giving me a lot of painful,” -Bhfaalwp- a hiss of fumes filtered through a contorted grimace, “painful gas.”
“S-s. Y-yeah, s-so you'll let me out?”
August slumped back, chair -Crrrrnnhc- creaking against the floor under her weight. “After class... if you're still conscious and keeping your screams from bothering the rest of us.”
I watched as August’s motions left her belly sagging, and a dome peaked at her abdomen, -Cddkkt- -Cllbchll- bumping into the desk residing above. August smacked her lips, shuffled back into her chair, and scooched forwards… -Sllbgbglpgsh- -Gbglslpgbsh- a smush, and mash of moist tissue rung through the air as the gut mangled back up into the desk. The gut warped into the lower end of the wood, just where Golly’s head had bulged out, compacting it down to contort Golly's frame.
“Fmwmf, fghrwwnwng.” She squealed within, though August merely ground her belly in tighter, her alabaster coat swabbing into the desk as she eased the pressure only to -Cgflffsths- fold the gut into another confining configuration, cramping her carry-ons quarters. -Chflgpths- -Bllgprhsths- She jabbed at the side of her gut to make it mould into place, nursing the groans and wails rumbling within... “Mfmwpfghg, sfhgbwgwg”
“Shahs, what'd I say about’cha, second-rate feather ball?” August hushed them, whilst continuing to -Chhbhhdgl- -Srrrlg- -Glgpshs- pancake her gut to the desk, warping it around the legs.
Her swollen abdomen contracted taut in the mangles, glimpses of Golly's outlines surfacing on the sea of blubber at my side, rising, stretching, forming creases in the coat and raising hairs before -Glghs- submerging again. Lumps twisted back down after being pelted to the gut walls, and swaths of soft chub bloomed up between the cramped wood, or legs containing them before distorting with the Pegasus' visage. The shifting and malforming giving an impression of animate clay. Icicles forming liquid chills drained down my spine at the sight, though mesmerizing in its, macabre mastication… with a hint of dread. How long had I been staring…? My eyes flicked up to head level, conjoining with August's piercing gaze drilling into me. The chills froze back to icicles, rattling my spine. “Ah-…”
-Tlpfsthbtshwwwp- ...A smack of hot flesh. The space between our desks had... shrunken, and a good chunk of August's stomach hefted over my lap, smothering my thighs in the firm congestion of Golly lodged within, her struggles moulding in the precipice of the abdomen merging with my coat, a sardonic tonic of plush mare and haunting, kicking bone overtaking the conquered stretches of my frame.
“You're aiming to be my gut’s next chow, I can almost see you melt into hoof sized slabs of chyme already.”
I swallowed, and shuffled back, only to -Clbbg- be met with the wall. My voice warped frantic, yet hushed to a whisper. “I-I do-d-on't.”
The side of her lips flickered into a smirk. “Just enjoy the feeble struggle of some tramp padding? Can't say I envy you, fun at first, then it gets annoying,” -Glpsgghsg- she heaved her gut in closer, her voice at a common talk in volume, but screams in comparison to my whimper.
“Sure it’s nice at first, then the jerks get annoying, so much,” -Slfpfsh- “struggle. Although, what I do like... is when... they finally… stop.”
She popped the p at the end, right next to my ear, leaving my whole head shuddering as she waited for a response.
-Bbrrnnnggs- The bell rung. Ponies left their seats. August lingered, but then -Shhgbwfft- shifted of off me.
“G-gms, hha… g-gonna le-let me out now?”
“Too short a walk to next class, you can stick around for lunch so I get something decent to replace ya with, maybe half a hayburger or something.” She said while grinding a hoof into the side of her gut, -Gbrhhgsgs- -Bhraaahoorp- sauntering out of the classroom.
Though, before she left, she threw me a glance.
“H-hey, August.” She stopped ahead in the corridor while I cursed myself for having to follow through. I walked up next to to the unicorn.
“So… how is... Golly, holding up?”
-Thhwwop- Her hoof flung out around me, -Tfkkkcht- slamming me to the wall, -Cchbggsh- her gut lagging behind to sculpt into pinning my legs.
She turned to face me, gullet bubbling and cheeks inflating… -Hhuuurralllgggoorrllsprtcssh- A gale of amorphous miasma cascaded from her rustling lips in a thunderous bellow, the air space invaded by a crispy pungency of vinegar and roasted horseshoes’ rust before the onslaught of heat crashed into me. The belch rebuffed the air in such a way as to encapsulate me in an atmosphere of stench. The odour of toasted meat piqued in my nostril, as hooks digging into my senses, trailing back into tendrils of condensed, murky breath, spiralling down August's undulating maw, drawn back to such origins of the scent in the caustic core. The air lay dominated by the atmosphere of heated digestion broiling in August's guts; caught in the next, I broke into a cold sweat as I could feel it trawl me therein.
-Hhgaglp- “You tell me,” -Flllrprtcshts- I even felt one of them physically daub and plaster vile intentions on my chin.
I opened my eyes, seeing them starting into her toothy grin, bereft of feathers. I felt over my chin, -Slptsh- and drew my hoof back to see a smattering of several soaked, molten amber feathers, along with vines of saliva webbing them back to my coat.
“Heh…, that disgusting, huh? Rad. Haven't had that kinda reaction since Xyla.”
I quivered at the memory. “It-ot-to b-be perfectly honest I'm… terrified.”
“That I'm gonna chew ya up,” she popped the p again, and I felt sweat beading.
Then… her face became a blur, launching towards me, my vision going dark-
-Smmffwwa- As she planted her lips to mine, in a deep, daring kiss, misleading my tongue in a roughly provoked dance of warmth between our mouths.
She pulled back, tongue rolled out, rubbing at her cheek and drawing it back in with a -Gllblgplsop- swallow, trailing her hoof along their throat, yet grinning as my eyes traced the whole of the path to her engorged stomach.
“You're thinking, does she actually like me, or was that some sick way of gauging my flavour, huh? Pretty boy?” she asked, in response to which I stammered, grunting as her stuffed belly closed in to -Cllbghhrlgs- pummel me adjacent the wall.
“I-I… Am… hoping the former?”
She paused, drawing her tongue across her lips. -Gbhrhggglspgsh- Her gut rattled, and she took a step back, relinquishing me from her clutches. “You, what's y’name again?”
“U-… Ugo.”
“You're cute, Ugo,” she said before sauntering forth down the wall, stomach wobbling and -Sgllggsh- bumping across the ground in soft dry sweeps between her steps, “you'd make sweet flankfat.”
I was left addled, mind spinning into the possibilities and implications of her words, until I called back… “Hey August.”
She stopped.
“Wanna go out, sometime?”
She turned her head back, in the veil of red and yellow mane strands, the evening red-sunset of her iris faded from its usual menace. “It's a date.”
Then, she carried off to class.
As I reattained my bearings, I saw how the ponies around me either looked at me with worry, or avoided eye contact entirely, as if… I'd been cursed with an evil eye.
~ 1 ~
There were still icicles along my spine. Though, while my actions had been somewhat hasty, I couldn't regret them now. I stared down at my plate of corn gruel, poking at it with a spoon. While rash, my declaration had moved me from food, to special some pony. Although, how special remained to be seen. -Bhuraahrlp- I felt the bellow warm my neck in a tepid wind, the gust cleaving about my throat and wrapping up snug around me – like a scarf of stale ambition and gullet-cultivated brine.
“Hey. Enjoying lunch, Ugo?” August introduced herself to my table, hanging her neck atop my shoulder and brushing her mane against my cheek.
Her behaviour was almost... feline? Sharing her soft coat and personal comfort with me, whilst her -Chhgrllpgghs- gut's growls stood in for the purring.
“Hm-mm more with you here.”
“Hey, that was smooth. Is that a new thing with you, bud?”
Her voice was upbeat; which was eerie – but her words were teasing – which was yet further confusing.
-Ghbghrg- “Pfha haa, A-august, I-I c-can hear its lunchtime, l-lec-could you p-please let me out now?”
August shifted off of me, her gut hovering half a horseshoe off the floor.
“You know what, gut munch, I'm not all that hungry anymore. This place's meals suck tail. Giving up an already steady meal for some loose porridge, what's the word, I'm looking for,” -Bffwnfwhs- her gut was set planted against my back, -Slglphts- I felt, after the initial thud, the gut sprawling to slough over my shoulders and meld plush and doughy, the wriggling outline of Golly persisting as a rough, riding log kneading into my vertebrae, “babe?”
“I… II…,” I mumbled, feeling the weight bearing down upon me, every moment longer the pressure -Ckkrkch- compacting Golly further, “I-I… Inopportune?”
“Good one, babe,” she said and sloughed free, brushing her muzzle against my side. “Besides, I-.” -Bhuraaaahwhorrurslalpa- A short wave of gullet-boiled steam flushed free, her lips reverberating the air with the imposing stench of vinaigrette-pickled salami. Along the winds of her heave twirled an arrangement of feathers, taking to swirling in the air under the lightening force of the heated breath, only to later… -Cslptsh- -Clptsh- topple to the ground, weighed down by films of saliva.
“Paha, pretty rude to butt into a chat with my boyfriend, some mares have no manners. Mulch or not, I'd be doing the rest of us a favour frying you into flank fat.”
“B-buts y-yous… fp-p-…”
“Yeah, I'll let ya out after school. And hey, who needs porridge, when I've gone my own gruel brewing, eh?” she whispered the last in my ear.
“I'll pick ya up later,” she said and smooched her hoof, though as she prepared to blow it… -Houruaaslpa- a soiled breeze of fumes fanned the ethereal smooch towards me, along with a more corporeal -Slpstsh- feather, plastering onto my forehead.
With that, she sauntered off, this time curling her tail around my head, and guiding me to watch her black outlined bolt of a cutie mark, buffed and bobbing along on her flank, heave, jiggle, heave, jiggle, as she took off.
“Phaaaaw…” I let out a sigh of significant impact, tension seeping out of my body. I sat looking down into the now feather-sprinkled gruel… The scent of corn matted under the salty tang of gut juices was exuded from the damp fuzz. It had me wondering if the rest of August's affection would fall in line with that of a cat... transiently.
~ 2 ~
We shared the next class, though August was kept far away from me. The only interaction we shared was the occasional -Cghrlpsgsh- lurch of a slag filled gut, and the grumble and rumble of her adjusting the mound of congested flab bearing her down…
Last period we were separated again, though she was living rent-free in my head. Most of my time revolving around her has been spent on avoiding her. Though, now when such heat was distinctly impossible, I couldn't help but think that… she was, rather attractive. If not for her… tendencies.
~ 3 ~
Classes were dismissed and students swarmed out of the entrance, chatting and dispersing into groups of two to four; couples and clans of friends.
Though, I didn't see Golly among them.
“There y’are.”
“H-he-hey August.”
“Look who's eager to see his marefriend,” she said, circling about me, resting her cheek against my chin, “or who's just realised there's no point in running.”
With a whisper her stature morphed, growing overbearing and heavy upon my head.
-Smmsmch-
She smooched me again, so… delicate.
“Still taste great, babe…” -Gbvrrlpfshs-.
My ears perked up, and I peered down at her gut. It had deflated, a tad. It rested comfortable above the steps to the stairs leading out of the building. -Gbhrllgs- A disturbance shifted the plump ovoid lagging from her barrel with a smooth jostle. The longer I looked the more I noticed how the definition of bumps and pocks were ironed smooth, drops of sweat providing a scintillant gleam to her pearly coat.
“Where'd you wanna hang? Could go into town, head to a theatre, secluded, and dark,” she hummed.
“What?”
“For the date, babe. It was your suggestion.”
I swallowed, and peeked at her gut. “What about, Golly? Would she… wouldn't they be, the third wheel?”
August's eyebrow raised. “I'll let the twerp out when I get home.”
“Oh, b-but.” Before I could protest, her hoof lay curled tightly around my neck, reminiscent of a vice grip, her stature towering over me, beaming with a radiating smugness.
“The theatre then. I know some pony that owes me tickets.”
~ 4 ~
I couldn't quite immerse myself in the play. August wouldn't let go of me, keeping a hoof of mine wrapped in her clutches, resting on her gut, which moulded into a crater around my hoof print. In the crowd of the veiled audience, our actions melded with the darkness.
“How does the twerp look on me?”
I peered down, seeing sparse lighting reflect along the outline of her abdomen, heaving, heavy, though constrained.
“What are y-.”
“Shh… shut your bread hole… ponies are trying to watch the play, tell me with your eyes…” she said before -Chhtthsh- drove my hoof into her gut, the soft texture of her tummy clutching around my arm as it sank, far deeper than it should, meeting no resistance below the threshold of blubber. My hair spiked, quivers crawling up beneath my skin. I stared at her, panting as she lounged back with a grin, stirring my hoof further into her gut. -Kkglbts- -Sghrlrlpllghss- The mush sloughed and churned with a crash of chyme, growling like a storm through a swamp. -Sltphghths- Then I felt something solid…
“That'd be the pelvis, well, what’s left of it. She's mostly together, just not all parts connected anymore,” she said, and brushed my hoof over her tummy, “A ribcage,” she mumbled as I felt a series of poles under the blanket of her coat, “Femur, scapulae… lots of wings phalanger… Gut munch gave out before the end of class, croaked back with such a satisfying... crunch,” -Chrrgntshhch- she drove my hoof taut to the gut, hearing the snaps and fractures of bones as my hoof cleaved through droves of her pudge. “Just a heap of twerp soup left, caving in just before dinner time, the selfish jerk off,” she said with a lap of her lips.
Her stomach reverberated around my quivers, my breath lay caught in my throat, leaving me chipping after air.
-Chmmsth- She smooched me, breathing a deep breath into my lungs… -Bhrruuggglsp- her cheeks inflating with a broil of fumes, which deflated to inject the miasma of tarnished, pickled mince meat directly into my throat, steaming out my nostrils.
“Didn't I say, I liked the moment when they,” -Chrsthchs-, “stopped struggling?”
The stage brightened, and stomps echoed through the chamber, praising the actors.
“I thought… you would, let them go, once you got home.”
She turned back to me, confidence spearing through my gaze. “I'm not going home tonight, am I?”
~ 5 ~
“Phaaa… innings… ha… pha…” I stared at the ceiling. My body a cocktail of stimulus in the spectrum of dread and pleasure. The covers of my bed were a mess, tossed and crumpled like a paper bag. And then there was me, jutting out as a piece of trash inside it. It was still hard to process… everything. What she had done to Golly, what she… had done to me… what… w-we had done together. Her belly had shaken like a can of chunky soda, slapping into me… It made me remember that some of the worst tortures of Tartarus, were the ones you would not be willing to leave.
-Bfhhruraahrirorrsp- “Phhaa, phew, easy does mmf, it… pha…” -Aaahurrslap-.
Gas exchanges echoed from the bathroom on the other end of my room. She had been in there for such a time, I had ample opportunity to go over today's events several times, without her getting out – and I was far from grasping it still.
-Krkkrpthsh- The door wound open, and for a brief moment August's frame lay illuminated, before the light flicked off, and her outlines deranged into a shadow, crawling up into my bed.
“That gutter slut was a lousy breakfast, though she made true to her name, cus, golly, look at these curves, babe,” August said, stepping into the sparse light of the bed, and presenting her hind above me.
A hoof brushed by. Her white buns were pushed outwards, dipping with a bolstered coat of pudge. She ran a hoof down along her buttocks, letting a drove of blubber form around the head of the brushing sweep and -Bhwlflfhg- jostle back and into place as she let it go, cupping the weight of the rear and kneading the boosted plump with booth hooves, moulding and sculpting it like a buttery bottom.
“You two weren't close, right? Just another mare by your side, probably too scared to admit she liked you, the shy slut. Eh, doesn't matter now does it? She's filling a better purpose padding out my rear, and whaddaya know. It means the two of you are gonna be mush closer to each other after all.”
Her words melded together in a haze as I stared up at the wide hind. Suspended above me like the gavel on its way to condemn my fate.
“She really… mfm. Mpfh.” She clutched a hoof over her lip. -Aahharuaraauurrrllsslps- -Kltlpshc- Tossed out with the thrust of the spreading fog was a chunk of pale marble. -Cllpthst- -Krlplspts- -BWHruaaarrhrhrps- A few more flung from her roaring throat as she up-heaved a flood of pressure-cooked gut smog, polluting the air with the redolence of caustic marinade and burnt mince meat. The character of her belch penetrated and imposed itself upon the atmosphere of my room, converting the air by my bed into a choking sauna of sautéed vapours.
-Cllpsthts- I saw the glistening twinkle of the slobber slathered chunks, a collection of scapula bones, cluttering together, some cracked, others tarnished in amber, and others still picked clean by acids. And now they sat drooping, soaking their fluids into my sheets. She turned, her whole being exuding an aura of dusk, with a feather lodged between her teeth once more… -Bhrhauaarlps- which fluttered in the lapse of steaming gas coursing through her bubbling lips, pelting my face in a splatter of saliva.
“Phek, airhead to the end. With my luck we can look forward to another few days of gas.” She lowered herself, -Cshbtghs- her gut bending over, the covers separating us as her barrel smothered my frame; it felt thicker than before.
“You look adorable when you're scared…” she hummed, and went in for another kiss, which I reciprocated, despite her newfound bulk collapsing my lungs.
“This is the first time you've had two mares over at your house, right?”
“Y… yes. In… t-that sense.”
“It is sensible to assume, then,” she cooed, and leaned in to whisper, “that it won't be the last?” -Shrrrslpth- Her tongue brushed a film of drool over my cheeks, injecting her warmth into my face, letting me feel how cold I was. “Got any energy left?” she asked, to which I only shuddered, “cus I'm starting to feel an empty spot, again.”
