Equestria's Tummy Taxation

by Septia

Rating: teen
Tags: Main 6, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Princess Luna, Porn, Fetish, Non-consensual, Princess Celestia
Length: 6024

The Mane6 eats all the criminal ponies in Equestria to imprison them in their hammerspace bellies.

(Kink information and guide available in the full description.)

This is your warning~.

Twilight finds herself inductioned into a new responsibility by the princesses. And it sure is a lot for her and her friends to stomach...

A mass vore story focused on hammerspace and bulges.

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(Character Quote: "I, too, had a role in this story." -Princess Luna. )

(Quick guide:

Implied mass vore, hammerspace belly, massive belly, belly bulges, stoamch bumps, face bumps, interruptive burps.

After 1st: Twilight, organisation, study, implied mass vore.

After 2nd: Rarity, one straw too many, oral vore implied, belching.

After 3rd: Rainbow dash, taunting, hammerspace, harsher teasing.

After 4th: Fluttershy, dragon prey implied, kind, feeding animals.

After 5th: Applejack, hyper belly, hammerspace belly, orchard, belly bulges, friendly teasing.

After 6th: Meeting of the Tummy wardens, Pinkie Pie Factor. )

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Cent: Short term for centimetre.
Deci: Short term for decimetre.
Chronicle: A series of stories connected but not sequential. Ongoing stories without regular updates.
Rapacitor: A predator who eats for the sake of greed and gluttony.)

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[Story preview:

-Bhhoooouuuraaaaaaahhhhrrrpr- The cheek buffered gullet gale breached through Celestia's lips, leaving a ripple in their wake as the cloud of gut cultured humidity projected into the silent chamber, reverberating between its walls as the fog dispersed.
“Phooooaaa, oooh that one hit just right. Mmfph, oh you all can befmsm such a trite hassle to lug around unseen.”

Continued in the story above.]

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3rd-person Same-Size Non-Fatal Feral Female-Pred Post-Vore Stomach-Bulge My-Little-Pony implied-soft-vore Hammerspace-Belly Endosoma Long-term-Endo-vore Entrapment Multiple-Unwilling-Prey Mass-Vore Quadruped onomatopoeia Mean-Caring-nice-Casual-pred

Published 2024-11-22 23:50:01 UTC
Last updated 2024-11-22 23:50:01 UTC

Equestria's Tummy Taxation

Equestria's Tummy Taxation

Written by Septia.

Twilight shut the door behind her. The silence of the royal celestial observatory caught her off guard. Relegated to one of Canterlot's tallest spires. It occupied a spot uniquely close to the sky compared to the rest of the city. Its remote locale shielding it in an aura of silent gravitas, separated from the rest of Equestria, so quiet you could hear the stars whisper at night. And now, it was occupied by just her, and her mentor.

“Celestia, you wanted to see me? Is it urgent? I assume, unless it is and you wanted to speak with me alone as to not cause mass panic?”

Celestia huffed a breath out through her muzzle, turning away from the lone opening in the observatory, the light of dusk highlighting her slender silhouette. “My dear Twilight, how urgent the matter is remains a matter of perspective. Rest assured, you have nothing to fear.”

“Then, why did you call me, all the way up here?”

“Because, dear Twilight, I believe it an apt time to induct you properly, into the a very special responsibility.”

“That, sure sounds like something to be excited for, but I can't shake the feeling of concern from the way you phrased that,” Twilight added in caution.

Celestia gave her a smile. She drew in a deep breath… Her midriff retracted, tugged inwards to constrain her barrel… The princess's midsection detonated in a proliferation of blubber -Bbbwnnnng- The stretch of her expanding flesh cracking through the air like a whip before the gut impacted the ground beneath her. The white abdomen crashed into the floor to the splatter of a rubber mallet bringing judgment upon a stack of syrup drenched pancakes -Clllftwhhhdddwwpltdnnng-. The abdomen swelled outwards in fractions of time to bulk out the space between Celestia's legs in a wall of gut, to then blot out between them, curling around her hooves in a hug of congested pillowy padding, engorging outwards like spongy mushroom caps of jostling white pelted skin. The space Celestia took up in the archway magnified in an instant, with the thunderous smack of the gut the whole room grew dim as the broader figure of the princess's silhouette blotted out a considerable amount of natural light. The tremor caught Twilight off balance, stumbling from shock and quivers through the tiling as she stared up at Celestia's face, which had her cheeks swollen to match.

-Bhhoooouuuraaaaaaahhhhrrrpr- The cheek buffered gullet gale breached through Celestia's lips, leaving a ripple in their wake as the cloud of gut cultured humidity projected into the silent chamber, reverberating between its walls as the fog dispersed.

“Phooooaaa, oooh that one hit just right. Mmfph, oh you all can befmsm such a trite hassle to lug around unseen.”

Twilight blinked, thoughts spinning in hemming. But her attention drew back towards the abdomen, and as the gut settled into shape she noticed it was not nearly as smooth as she had anticipated… Along the the gut ran a stream of bulges, packed together, rising and deflating, sailing in an ecliptic flood from the top of the royal's abdomen down to where they were all eventually subsumed against the ground, to which Celestia's belly laid flat. A Waterfall of squirms… But the motions were not in rhythm, only carrying the appearance of cohesion because of the hive effect: all the bulges moved independently. Twilight watched lumps rise, extend and shudder down Celestia's frame, forming hoof prints, kicking legs, and an avalanche of screaming faces dressed in the veil of stomach drapes which concealed individuality. All of the faces obscured to the be unrecognizable, yet all of them wailing:. A choir of muffled screams rumbling through the stomach in tune with the roiling gurgle the unfathomable mass caused as it lurched within. -Ghhrbbghhurlrlpgsh- -Chhgrllrpbbjjjng- -MMFwwbnnnngng- -MFMmwfwmfmpfht-.

“Phaaa, hooa.” -Bhuuoooaaarhalp- Aoooooouuurrhp-,” Celestia unleashed a thick buckshot of belches, rattling her long neck whilst she steadied herself, nearly resting on the magnified beanbag her stomach had evolved into. “Phaaa… Much, much better letting go of some of this pressure… Oh, of course, Twilight do pardon my rather crass,” -Bhupppaauurhlp-, “vapours, but these unruly mob remains ever so taxing, mfphoaa, especially while on display.”

Twilight was at a loss for breath and thought alike. “H-how did-?”

-Bhuuaaaroroslp- Celestia interrupted her with a quake of gullet exhaust, after which she fanned over her muzzle and gestured for Twilight to continue.

“Princess, what, is this?”

Celestia cleared her throat and let her hoof caress down the bolstered orb of an abdomen. “These, are the collected mares and stallions through the ages, who deigned to transgress our way of life. Souls which threatened harmony to themselves, others, or our very way of life, this is the population of ne'er-do-wells who earned themselves stricken from the records of history, chained and sentenced to eternal imprisonments within the confines of their princess's innards.” She allowed herself a smirk down the rolling face bulges, cupping up one in her hoof and gazing upon them, keeping them in place long enough for her to give them a solemn shake of her head, before releasing them back to wade and sink into tithe flow of struggles -Hooopluuuugshggh- -Shhgrlllprrthh- “Come, feel free to give them a feel, I am not opposed to a massage.”

It appeared no matter how many times Twilight blinked her vision would not quite clear, stumbling forwards perplexed, a hoof reached out and, hesitant, before plunging into the gut -Chwddnnnk- the hoof sunk into the folds, the crater of white bending plush as a heated marshmallow, and the floor of squirming pony features diverted along her intrusion, behaving as if they really were liquid. “This… these are, all criminals?”

“That would be one word for them. Though rest assured, Twilight, whatever transgression employed by one of my subjects must pass a certain threshold of severity before I would enact this severe punishment… In short, every single face you see screaming and begging,” Celestia mused as she swept her hoof across her gut, sending off a swirl of gurgles in its wake -Chhgrlrlghgbgsh- -Ghhrbrblgpauuamp-, “has made themselves fully deserving of this punishment. “Oh my poor, foolish little subjects,” Celestia said grasping and kneading at her gut, addressing the crowd of faces sailing past. The sweet melodious tones of her regal voice came to a deep, revving hum. “Must have been a few centuries since many of you felt the touch of a pony from the outside? I do hope you relish it… this is as close to returning to Equestria as any of you are ever going to get…”

Twilight rubbed down over the gut, feeling the hooves, meeting with the faces… it was the only taut pressure in the soft gut, the abdomen bending and accommodating her kneads and exploration, whilst sealing the crowd within. The gears in Twilight's heads were turning. “You… banish them, the criminals, to your stomach?”

“Hmm, suppose that is a most astute way of saying I eat them, yes.”

“But this means… That nightmare night, the tale of princesses devouring ponies, is true?”

“A kernel of truth in all myths, is that not so?”

“Princess… why?”

“How I wish that ruling a world would be a spotless venture, Twilight, but even the most grand rulers cannot claim to save every pony from the influence of disharmony and chaos. From malice and treachery. So us princesses have stashed them away in our bellies, keeping the inhabitants prosperous, the most prosperous world under the stars. Free from all you pitiless suckers,” she mused with a smack to her gut -Chhtwwwnb- -Ghhrbgllpghsh- -Gllttubsshgllurg-.

Twilight took a few breaths. “This has been going on for, centuries? Has both, you and Luna…?” Twilight mumbled, finding herself playing with the protrusions bubbling and sloughing down Celestia's frame, transfixed in the deluge of faces twisting and struggling down their own paths through her abdomen.

-Houuuaararlp- “Indeed. Though I will reiterate, every single face you see has earned their fate twice over, please do not pity them, it is beneath what they deserve. Especially the older ones, those who have marinaded in our guts for since times history has forgotten. Many begging for digestion by now. They think I can't hear their requests… but oh, I do…”

Twilight's brow furrowed, two hooves sinking into the pillowy mounds of juicy gut before her. “How… how are they not digested? In so many years, do they not age? Do they eat? What happens to the other food you eat? Are they actually in a stomach or is this some sort of separate organ all together? How is their weight registered? Do they have air? How is an-.”

But The barrage of questions was countered by a salvo of steaming, trembling air -Ahhhoouuuurrraaalllpfh- Celestia's breath billowed through her neck and out her muzzle in a shower of warm air, tinged with the scent of salt and fear. She tapped her chest and dismissed Twilight with a wave. “One moment” she pardoned and turned her head aside. -Jggghrrrllrrhp- a squeal thrust up her throat. -Cvhrlrlpgsh- A conglomeration of smacks and sluggish sequels fluttered up through her neck, the princess's neck distending and cheeks inflating before… -BhuuraoooooouufPpglghghs- a burp tremored up her neck and heaved with it a slobber saturated melange of scarves, crumpled hats, socks, and sheaths or holsters for armaments – by their design plucked straight out of a history book. The weave and clutter of soggy remains collapsed on the floor in droves depending on how much pressure was behind each of the Princess's burps -Huroooorauuralp- -Bhhwwaaoooouurrlsp- -Aaaooourrlp- -Cllptht- -Kllpllcth- -Cprrrllpsht-.

“Phaa… So, to the matter at hoof. With the tides of time at our neck it comes time to find successors for this task, I have been doing this for centuries, but even I will grow weary at my capacity. So. I will bequeath this mantle onto you, Twilight Sparkle.”

She glanced down to the stream of squirming bulges. “Me? I'll be, a living prison?”

“That is one way to see it, but be at ease, with the right training no pony will ever see it.”

-Cllllrkt- A creak from the observatory's hinges whistled thought the background noise of Celestia's churning gut.

“Oh, that must be Luna, then we can properly address your curriculum.”

“Wait, both of you?”

“Certainly, if anyone, I would say Luna has captured even more transgressors than me. Got quite a while to catch up during the banishment, but the last few centuries have been quite calm, compared to the ruffians Luna harbors. So, Twilight, take heed from us both. All so that you can further this knowledge, in tutoring your friends.”

“You mean… everypony will?”

The door swung shut, and a jostling chorus of churns and oozing growls swelled through the room as the dark mare sauntered forwards, sagging gut bulldozing the ground beneath her.

“Thou hast deigned to shoulder our regal burden? Then, allow the sacred rites of tutelage, commence.”

~ 1 ~

-Ghhrbrhggs- -Grrbblrpgghsh- Twilight listened to the growls and churns echoing from her gut, her stomach swaying down low between her legs. An occasional limb stretching out with a snap of congested flesh -Cffthhwwwuulp- and wriggling it the air, before retracting and immersing again into the bulwark of her gut -Ghhlrlpgthgh-. Twilight noted down the results on a tome before her. “Uh huh, go, and… got it, proceeding to fourthy five cm dip.” Her stomach contracted in a spiralling growl -Chhrrlluughghs- and then bounded out to the beat of a submerged drum -Dbbfnnggsh- swelling sideways down towards the floor. After a while there was only a feather separating her stomach to the floor.

She registered the new results with a nod. “Mmhmm, that's an improvement in control from the third week already. And… that just leaves, a capacity check.” She mumbled and stood back from the table, taking in a deep breath, stomach and squirming faces contracting, before blooming out in a soft gruelling swell -Chhvrrglglpgsh- -Chhrlgpghghah-. The gut buffered up against her hooves, sagging onto the ground, and the silhouette of whole ponies warped and wrought along her frame; like a fish in a rubber aquarium a few sizes too small for their weight class -Chhrlrpghag-. Her gut wouldn't blot out as far as Celestia's, but in the first month she had packed away a number of delinquents and ne'er-do-well.

“MMPfhwhweellach s-sll-let mmghhwe ohhwwut.” A squeal came from her gut once she had eased the pressure.

Glancing down to where she thought she heard it, she saw the face struggling to stay surfaced on her gut. Slowly -Shhvvlrlpf- it shlorped back in. She had expected it to be more of an adjustment… but, tuning out the wails and complaints had proved simple to the point of concern.

“You should know by now that does you nothing good,” she noted to the voice of the pony struggling in the confinement of her frame. “There is nopony who can hear you, and even if they could, they would do nothing to help your ilk. In fact…,” Twilight said and rubbed the side of her gut with a hind leg, grinding them back down amongst the disparity of figures crowding her barrel. “As I understand it, it is not just you, but your existence that is devoured. Meaning: there is nopony who remembers you out here either. So nopony knows, nopony but me. You could as well settle down, I know you are getting tired: your wails have dropped in decibel consistently since the second week.”

“Mmgpghghag mwmawhahghygah-.” The figure squalled under the throbbing rumble of the mare's gut -Chhrrllgghp- -Chuuggrrruurlshp-.

“Hmm, a new weekly peak,” Twilight noted and shuffled back in the notebook to jot it down, “Still lower than last week, seems you can tire. But maybe your stamina will return in a year or so. All of Celestia's inhabitants were quite active, least it seemed so… I'll have to ask her about that later.” Twilight naturally transitioned to mulling over her own thoughts rather than addressing the concerns of whoever she had munched on a couple of weeks ago. Whilst slowly adding to her numbers.

She felt herself less like a walking prison, and more… akin to her own nation. Harboring a whole population which she could derive statistics from, monitoring and documenting the activity of her belly. Quite an exciting proposition, if she wanted to she could poll her entire population, and they were all easily on hoof for her. Such a sample size were the things researchers dreamed off.

“Alright, that concludes the check in for today, so… then let us…” Twilight controlled her breathing, straining as her gut deflated; her abdomen a pool toy the air slowly leaked out from, drawing back over the muddle of squealing facial features cropping up and contracting as the skin contracted back towards her regular physique. A hoof stretched out, reaching to the floor with a squelch of oozing meat -Chrlrlprrrth- flailing from her abdomen, before being reeled back with the rest and… -Clllsplltch- smoothing out her belly. Twilight paused for a few moments, then patted her tummy. “Leaving no trace, and no sound for that and noise isolation is further increased from previous records. Seems I am getting the hang of this,” Twilight noted with a smile. Then her thoughts wandered, thinking about how her friends carrying out their new duties. “Perhaps we should see about gathering again, just to compare our progress…” Twilight mumbled while adding the last few notes to her journal.

'She flipped back to the front of the book and repeated the tenants of this responsibility: Banish the duty in use for your own desires; let the innocent be free of punishment; ensure the judged know their place; and keep their visage away from the eyes of the prosperous populace.

~ 2 ~

“I am delighted that you are satisfied with your brand new couture, darling. Off with you now, dash the expectations of anypony who stands in your way~.” Rarity encouraged Cheerilee, leaving the boutique with her new cream white attire. Though before Rarity had time to return to her work the door slammed open.

“Raaaariiity.”

“Ahoaha, aah, oH yes, madam Cottifott, I had, expected you here, three days ago…” Rarity mumbled with a hint of acid in her composed demeanor.

“Well life tends to consume, as they say.”

“Ah huh. Well I do have your dress ready, according to your specifications. The lace was quite bothersome to work with, but I do agree with you that it brings the look together,” Rarity said and presented a stylish, cliché, and regal dress in cyan, lime green, and royal blue.

“Mmm… “ Cottifott hummed, sauntering around the dress.

“It is hideous.”

“Great, then we can-… pardon?”

“It's simply awful.”

“Its… your design,” Rarity reminded.

“And it is hideous, I simply cannot be seen in it. We will have to start over from the top. Again.”

Rarity's left eyelid twitched. “Of course, the customer is always right. Here, why don't we browse my fabric selection in the back? We'll be sure to find… just what you deserve.”

“Marvelous,” said Cottifott and trotted along with Rarity to the back, a hum in her breath and a skip in her step.

Rarity shut the door to her study behind her. -Bhhuraaaaaaooooorrrllllrrlsph- The belch quaked past her lips in an uncouth rustle of slimy vocal chords and reverberating throat muscles.

“Phew, oouch, oh my Luna… I have got to learn not to swallow so much air with them.” At the next belch she was ready with a hankerchief over her maw, muffling the rumble but making the fabric flutter, flailing as a beached squid in the gush of her gutter breath -BhhuraaaooorBhuoooglsp-.

“Phaa,” Rarity looked down to her gut, finding it carried itself with a touch of sag in a domed sculpt, and seeing a lump blossom, forming up to a hoof stretching and swaying beneath her -Chrlrplptah- -VrrlgGrllprghs-.

“Uh uh, you know what you did, tut tut, back you go.” Rarity huffed and straightened out her back, the limb shooting back into her gut with a ripple of mare blubber sprawling out like a lake over her abdomen -Vrrrclttwchhlph- and settling to the slim surface she'd carried just minutes before. “There we are. Since it will take an eternity for you to make the final decision about your garments, I find it only appropriate you spend that eternity with me. We can go, in depth, about every revision… Practical, don't you agree?” Rarity scrubbed her hoof over her frame, feeling nary a stir in her depths. Though her stomach unleashed its own rattling -Bbgrhhuuuoorgl-.

“Phew… That was a lot of meat though… Suppose I can skip lunch, strange, did not imagine eating ponies like this would actually make me full, you really are just like a meal now, tough a meal I won't ever be rid off, at least food nourishes and compliments a body, while you…,” Rarity said, brushing off her flat tummy, “will simply be forgotten. You cannot even deign yourself to be a decent meal.” Rarity scoffed. The unicorn laid out some patterns on the table; with this sudden gap in her schedule she could put it to use with a few personal experiments.

~ 3 ~

Soaring upon a cloud over Ponyville laid a weathermare tuckered out from the day's labor. She'd actually taken the day off of work, but that's not what she'd spent her energy on. Rainbow Dash turned over on the cloud, muzzle up into the fluffy cotton, and stared down the cloudbank ahead.

“Alright, let's do this…” She said and grinned. Straining herself as the clouds around kept approaching… -Bbwnwnng- The cloud underneath her started to swell, ballooning into a sheet of thin white vapor, stretched to a broad droplet of white before… -Cbbflpwooofthh- The cloud layer burst and -Cbbgbwngoagah- The pegasus's stomach barrelled through it, dragging through like a turgid droplet of honey, only filled with all the more squirms and kicks of the screaming ensemble of ponies within. “And here we goooo” Rainbow called out, as the added weight spanning out beneath her pulled her clouds down, narrowly missing a bundle of floating cotton.

“And back in,” Rainbow Dash inhaled her stomach with a squelch and spatter of squirming bodies -Chhrlrlflpfhhggbllfffth-. And the shifting center of mass let the mare rise once more, escaping the onslaught of clouds through the platoon of oncoming weather. Rainbow saw herself coming closer to a growing storm cloud, gasping then gritting her teeth. -Hoooaaaruuulp- -Gruuuooaaooowlp- A thick belch pushed her back just enough to be able to salvage her position and sink out of reach once more. “Hahaha, this is so cool, Rainbow dash, master of the air, expert dodger without even needing to fly,” she called out in joy and let her stomach expand again as she pivoted her cloud sideways -Bhghrlrlpguuurrgmsph- The gurgling below her chugging along like a motor as she pivoted and steered through the cloud bank -Ghhrlglpgabgh- -Chhrrsllspughshhrhs-. “Phaaahah and it is all thanks to you ehm… you ah. What's that thing you call the sacs you bring up with a hot air balloon?”

“FFmpeg agmpah,” a face bubbled up under the pale blue coat. “Mfmmaf B-ah-Ballast?”

“Oooh right, that's it, without you living ballast granted the privilege to chugging around Rainbow Dash's guts, isn't this awesome?”

“Mfpwag pwleleahese, j-just let mmmge ooshtuh” A squeal came from the tummy below.

Rainbow dash shoved her hoof right into the face. Plunging them back in with a crater of jiggling tummy flab wobbling wound her hoof -Chhhtkloootchwwwblbl-. “And yooou should shuut up and know your place. Your uncool plots should consider themselves lucky to even be near such an awesome flier like me, and you still complain? That's just sad.”

“MGMgahgh Bhutan I d-didn't do anything-gmgpsh.” -Thhfflfpwth- another hoof to silence the upstart.

“Blah blah blah, Do I gotta say it again? Twilight and Applejack both said that any pony who ends up our guts are there for a reason, and where do you ballast think you are right now, huh?”

“MWMpgghagh.” The reply was muffled beyond comprehension, as the squirming frames sunk back into the depths of Rainbow's frame.

“Uh hu, now you are getting it. Glad we could be on the same page, cus you know, eternity is gonna be a while, and you aren't getting out before that, so, so there's that.” Rainbow prattled as she rubbernecked away at her gut, not paying enough attention ahead as she collided with an oncoming cloud -Dffth-. The fluff settling around Rainbow's neck, so once through the vapor, it looked like she was adorned with a grand ol' beard. “Aawh look what you made me do? Maybe another high sped flight's what's needed to get this ballast knowing its place again.” Rainbow braced herself. “Ready and… Gooo.” -Twwhnnng- She soared up through the sky, he stomach chugging and lagging behind with a lurching burble -Chhglrlpraghahgh- sloughing and swaying underneath like the head of a flail, knocking and scrambling up the prisoners held within the dangling mound beneath her. Rainbow huffed as the sheering wind cut through any of the hollering screams echoing from her abdomen. “Phooawoowwho, if I'm going this fast, with leverage, just think how much speed I can build up without the weight~.” Rainbow giggled in satisfaction, and shot across the sky with a faint arch of colors painting the sky in her wake.

~ 4 ~

“Riko, Messy, here you are, hope you didn't go too hungry,” Fluttershy told the two skunks she was taking care of as she poured up their dinner. “And of course you, Hawwik, and Len,” she said and filled a cup with seeds for the two swallows that had just moved in. “And for angel bunny, just the way you like it,” she said and presented the once stingy bun with a plate of soft, steamed carrots.

“And then for-.”

But the pegasus's stomach interrupted her, broad bulges inflating and taking up the entire left side of her barrel, forming into a a vague, gaping maw obscured under the warps of her tummy pudge, though one could spot the sharp, scaled features of a full grown dragon just by the silhouette alone.

“O-oh, ehm, well, ah… n-no, not you. You don't- I am sorry, mister dragon.” Fluttershy said and patted the horrifying protrusions of flesh slowly reeling back in, -Bllwngnnngslssh- and once it got close enough, snapped into place -Vttwhclslphhct-.

Her swollen, doughy hunk of a gut cradled and jostled beneath her frame, scrubbing up against the ground beneath her to flatten the grass… A few clawed hands and limbs, contorted bugles sculpting over her frame just to be drawn back in again.

“Ehm…s-sorry but, as I understand it, I don't think you will ever need food again, and, e-even if I try, I don't think it will make it down there,” she said and brushed her tummy. “You should, just take it easy, and it can't be good to strain yourself as much as you have been. Eventually you'll get tuckered out, and then you'll still be stuck inside my tummy, so, so maybe it's better if you just relax a lil bit?” she proposed to the stomach jostling and jerking underneath her, ripples dancing across her soft, gellated tummy, a harbor housing untold horrors. “Oh my… W-well, I could try to eat some seeds or so, I could try and swallow a gem, but, again I don't think that's gonna get to you, I really can't do much now that you are all just my eternal tummy buddies. So… how about, we all just take a deep breath…” She said, and inhaled, deeply.

-Bhrpghs- -Ghhrbuurooogrrrwuurrrlp- her stomach rippling, shaking and jostling beneath her, then burbling as it retracted, rising from the hefty heap on the floor back up to smoothen out the frame of the butter-yellowed mare.

“And relax… phoo,” she said. Then she felt a shudder down her gullet, holding over her muzzle and shaking as the stirring breath rose up through her cheeks… -Aourhp-. She let the whimper of a belch out and covered her muzzle. “Oo-oh, excuse me… Mm, yeah, I think I already got my,” -Houarp- “F-fill for today,” she said, patting at the stomach as bulges rose and bobbed back in like dropping watermelons down on a trampoline -Bbwngnag- -Bghslglpsabn- “Poof… Maybe another couple years will calm you down, I-I mean, we have time…”

~ 5 ~

Out in the scorching summer heat, one mare was happy to be wearing her hat, cus she was already sweeping off hoof fulls of sweat under her brow. Applejack pulled out the last chunk of weeds from this patch of the gardens and tossed it on the heap. “Phew, alrighty, lookin' good 'nuff to sooth the ol' spirit with some lunch,” Applejack hummed to herself. She'd starting feeling all the more comfortable talking to herself ever since… well ever since it wasn't just herself around. She moseyed up to a lunchbox and packed out some hay and apple toasts.

-Bblglpgthah- Her stomach jostling with a face framing her abdomen, wailing before submerging once more into the folds of her gut. “Phew, feisty today aren't ya'll? Well, ah could do with letting ya'll have a breather too, ah guess.”

Applejack leaned forwards, and focused her breathing, and relaxed… -Ppptnwnghnnnngh- her stomach slammed into the ground, the fat droves sailing with caged faces fluttering down her sides as they framed up through her legs as hefty droves of gut batter. But then she let it ease further… leaning forwards on her gut as the faces boiled up to the surface: heads, limbs, plastering to the confines of their expanding gut as it swelled up past Applejack's own body mass -Bbfgllprghhllgh- -Blllgruuurrlpgsh- The sprouting gurgles tearing through her frame as the burbling, boiling blubber spilled free into a three-meter wide sagging orb of fat, enough for the mare to rest her laurels on like a big ol' waterbed. Instead of only crammed faces one could see the structure and imprints of whole ponies tucked away in the mare's barrel, jostling under her movements as she laid pinned down atop it, separately sinking into her own enmassed belly.

“Phoooie… paha, ooogf, hang on-.” -Ooauhhraaaruarlp- -Huuaarrraarhalp- The burps of guttural steam flared through the mare's muzzle and sent the nearby tree's leaves rattling in the hot breeze. “PhHoooie, ya'll're such a stubborn bunch giving me that much gas. Yer lucky ah can still let all oh ya's out for a break. Think I'm creeping up ta my limit here, guess ya'll just have ta take turns fer our breaks, howssit sound?” she asked her gut while munching down on her toast. A murmuring of growls and gurgle of voices serenaded Applejack during her lunch break, her hind hooves prodding back into her gut and squeezing them together, “Yea. Ah've heard all that, if all you guys know is to holler like that then we ain't gonna have much fun fer the next coupla years, ya hear?” she said as she kneaded into the doughy blubber -Fhsllgpitgsh- Sglslpthhguah- -Gruruugghgbraglap- She hastily swallowed -Grauuaoooorrabbaahalp- “Phew. Ya sure work up my appetite though, and in this heat, ah'm sweating, then ya'll must be bakin' in there. Course, won't actually let ya do that, if ah did, who'd keep me company while ah'm working?”

-Ghhrbrlglglpgh- Her gut jostled and scrubbed against the ground, the weight divoting the dirt beneath her as the ponies within scrambled.

“Mmfn…” Applejack huffed, having em all scramble about like that, felt like she was resting on some kind of self massaging bed. The lumps scrambling around her, bumping and working out the stress and tension in her brawn. “Phew, ya'll can be pretty alright folk, maybe ah could convince the princess to let a few go, or, the least churn ya down, maybe a couple hundred years a' community service is enough punishment, what'ya think?”

“Mmgpghagh ampgsgh” “Mgmpwghhth.” “MMGpwgbhthatpggah.”

“Yeah, still mostly don't get a lick of what ya'll are saying, oh well.” Applejack huffed and wiped her muzzle from the last of her meal. Straining her frame as she felt her gut contracted with a rowdy burble -Ghrrlpgughghsahas-. -Bbfglpgsgh- slowly the back of her expanded mass contracting enough to let her hooves back onto the ground, caging the thick bundle of muscles wailing and shlorping about in the confines of her legs. “Phaaa, well, we've still got some weeds tah pull, maybe ya can even help me plow the field if we arrange mah gut right?” Applejack hummed and squeezed down the side of her tummy -Shltlptsh- testing out the density. “Mm, y'all might be too soft fer that.”

“Applejack, Applejack, where's that Darn girl…”

Applejack's ears flicked straight hearing Granny Smith coming, hauling in a deep breath to let her gut -Shrlrlrpathao- Contract and muffle the voices within.

“Ehm, yeah, Granny?”

“There ya'are, ye friends want to see you's. Twilight said's urgent.”

“Huh?”

~ 6 ~

“Thank you for coming, Every pony. Sorry if my messages got a bit rash, I was maybe getting a bit paranoid,” Twilight said looking over her friends. “I just wanted to talk to you all about how your new duties are going.”

One by one the ponies let loose, having their stomach swell out behind them as they called out.

Ruffians have been kept in check, darling,” -Chhfrlrwpathgaalp- Rarity said with her gut sagging to the ground like an anvil and fluffing up between her legs.

“Easey peasey,” Rainbow said and landed, her gut -Ghhrbrgllapgagash- growling as it stretched out in a bellow and hoisted her back-up.

“Ehm… its, going well,” Fluttershy said and let her tummy burble and growl out as it slotted into the space below her -Shhllrputths-.

“Smooth work, ain't no pony complaining but those deserving,” Applejack said, with a light bow -once she raised back up her stomach inflated along with it -Gshllbpthgaaphs-

A cacophony of gurgles brewed in the room -Ghrhggllglas-.

-Chhrrllpgguaghsaht-.

-Gllpghhthash- Overlapping one another with cries and squash of bunched up meat and pleading voices.

“Ough. Rainbow, would you hold back a little? Your gut's bumping into mine…”

“For your, -Houuraaalp- information that's just how big it's gotten. What, you wanna jump in and see? I'll do it.”

“So agitated… Besides, I know it is an empty threat. Twilight made it clear that none of us can eat a pony who's already 'occupied',” Rarity said, then peeked to Twilight. “Right…, Twi?”

“Right. Celestia said the whole moon banishing wouldn't have been needed if she could have just ‘imprisoned’ them herself. Ahem… either case, great to see you are all pulling good strides. But we still could use some more practice, I know control cannot always be the easier.”

Fluttershy nodded.

“And we -Houuaarlp- Ahem, sorry,” Twilight mumbled and brushed her hoof over her face, “as I was saying, we-.”

Fluttershy's cheeks blimped -Bhraaaaaaaaaoooooourrrprpggrraaaooorpaaaahhlooorp-. The torrent of smog reverberated the very roots of the building, in the shockwave of humid breath a handful of gold coins, gems, and a straw hat fluttered out, clattering into the wall from the torrent of a belch.

The girls all stared at Fluttershy.

-Uaarhp- “Ehm, excuse me.”

“Yeah, right, like that.” Twilight nodded. “But that's just why I called you here, so, we should schedule another weekly practice session, where we can work on control while out of sight and ear from anypony. I suggest we-… Where's Pinkie Pie?” in the distance… the girls felt the ground trembling.

-Hooaarruuraooorslp-.

Rarity peeked out the window in the direction of the gutter gust, and covered her mouth. “Oooh… I think I found her.”

A peachy pink party pony was having the time of her life. Jumping high into the air slim and limber, then in the peak of her leap letting her gut wobble up in a ballooning girth of joyful pink blubber -SbbhhgrllrpPghhuunnng- weighing her right down to smack into the ground -Ghrhgllpgaughatwwwwlp-. Churns and gurgles rampaging through the gut with a cornucopia of contorted hills sprouting up in the forms of hooves, flanks and faces across her pancaked tummy. The bounce rebounding her up back up into the air with a retracted abdomen -Shghrurhrrrp- to bob back down again.

“Weheeeee, Everypony look how many party animals my tummy can fit~.”

A crowd of onlookers had come to form around the spectacle. Pinkie hollering a tune as she bounced and pattered about with her new friends.

“~Oh all my friends deserve a hug, they make me feel on top. So dance along with this cute bop, and look they fit so snug~.” Pinkie's theatrics soon had half the town at her heels, and a flutter of -Bhruauaaahlop- -Hupaaaruurslp- of burps filled with confetti barrelling through the air to make sure everypony heard, and saw, what was going on.

Once the rest of the gang had caught up with her, Pinkie was sitting back with her gut sloughing in her grasp, kneading it playfully and letting any onlookers come up and give the soft tummy a rub. “I got more space in here, if anyone wants to join the party~ Aaaah~,” Pinkie said with a snicker.

“Piiinkie,” Twilight yelled, stealing the pink mare's attention.

“Oh, heya Twilight, sorry you can't join, cus you said we can't eat somepony who-mphmpshmpshhfmmsp-.”

Rainbow helpfully plugged up Pinkie's mouth with her hoof.

“Thanks, Rainbow. Okay, I wanna know why you have been going around, announcing to this to everypony.” Twilight dragged Pinkie with her ear between her teeth.

“Oowei oowiee, Twiliii, staahp. I was just doing as you wanted.”

Twilight spat her ear back out. “Wh-What?”

“Well, you see, when Applejack was briefing me on the whole thing,” Pinkie said, idly drumming away at the swirl and lurching belly fodder that billowed down her frame, “She said, and I quote: 'You ain't going to tell nopony about this.' So, I did just that, and told every pony.”

The weight of a frozen tundra from Twilight's gaze landed on Applejack.

The orange mare cleared her throat, shuffling about awkwardly, before pulling down her hat. “Aahh. See, now in my defense…”