[REQ] Spitfire Drinks

 

Said stallion in question's eyes just about bulged out of his head as he watched the short, athletic mare before him hoist the aquarium in her office and bring the rim to her lips.

 

And it was not a small fish tank, either, holding at least fifty gallons of water and a dozen or so good-sized fish. But that sure as hell didn't look like it was going to stop Spitfire, Captain of the Wonderbolts, from doing her damnedest to impress her crush; utterly ruining her body in the process was just a bonus.

 

Spitfire's throat bulged once, twice, three times as she began to drink. Letting her eyes flutter closed, she lifted the tank higher and opened her mouth wider, allowing the water to just about pour down her throat and into her stomach. Her pace went from a steady rhythm at first to the frantic guzzling of a mare possessed. Her nostrils flared as she gasped for air in between every swallow, willing herself to keep going despite almost passing out sometimes.

 

Valiant watched eagerly as the first fish in the tank began so move towards her mouth. They all seemed to realize something was wrong, desperately trying to swim away from the source of the turbulence but all for naught. Wiggling once more, the fish suddenly disappeared into the gaping yellow maw and with a prounounced GULP! became nothing more than a large bulge moving down her throat before disappearing behind her huge breasts, sucked into the roiling, churning abyss of her gut, never to be seen again.

 

As Spitfire drank on and on and on, her belly began to swell absurdly. With about three-fourths of the tank still filled with water, Spitfire's huge yellow belly already stuck out a good couple of feet and drooped halfway to her knees, jiggling and sloshing as it continued to have more and more deposited into it. Spitfire's eyes cracked open and stared lustfully at Valiant, his mouth gaping and erection throbbing as the second fish was swallowed whole, the gluttonous mare responsible not pausing for a moment as it added to her groaning gut.

 

Now halfway done with the tank, Spitfire was starting to gurgle and moan slightly as the sheer volume of her consumption started to catch up with her. Her stomach was beginning to rebel, stretched far beyond what it considered reasonable limits, but the fiery yellow mare could not be stopped. If anything, she began gulping at an even faster rate, really starting to lose herself to her hedonistic desires as her brain slowly started to starve from lack of sufficient oxygen.

 

Now the tank was only a quarter full, with half of the fish swallowed up by the greedy yellow mare. Her legs were now spread to accomodate her wildly swollen belly, her knees buckling slightly from the weight, allowing the bottommost curve of her sloshing stomach to rest against the ground, her legs indenting softly into its mass as it began to swell around them. She clenched in needy arousal around her absolutely behemoth sack of a stomach as another couple fish and several more gallons made their descent into the literal ocean she was now containing.

 

As she started to near the end of her ridiculous escapade, her swallowing stopped for a moment, her brow furrowing as her whole body jerked spasmodically, her throat and belly clenching repeatedly as she made strained, gurgling noises. It was with a sudden surge of arousal that Valiant realized she was attempting to vomit, but with a steady stream of water still pouring into her, she was literally incapable of doing so. Fighting back against her sudden wave of sickness, Spitfire's chest heaved and her belly groaned weakly as the last few dregs of the tank emptied into her mouth, the mostly empty aquarium now resting gently on top of her swollen, quivering stomach.

 

Letting the now empty tank slip out of her limp fingers and roll to the ground with a resounding THUNK! Spitfire's eyes lolled in the direction of the stallion of her dreams. Her stomach rumbled like a volcano, quaking and roiling as it struggled to contain all that had been forced into it.

 

"Uurrrggh, Valiant..." Spitfire groaned, her tone of voice as deathly as the strained glunking emanating from her watery depths. "Look-HURK!-look at meeee...I'm...so biiii*HIC*iiiiigg...sooo huuuugeeee...sooo...siiiiiick..."

 

She panted like a dog as her body quivered and shook, visibly strained to its utter limits by her sheer, unbridled gluttony. "I...can eat...whatever *URK* you desire...however...much you say...never stop...always more...ohhh...guh...gonna buuurrrsst..."

 

Spitfire's eyes widened and her cheeks bulged before finally her lips parted and out roared a deep, resounding HHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRPPP!! A small shower of water and saliva splattered all over her bust and immensely swollen tummy as the very air itself vibrated with her baritone eructation.

 

Her thighs clenched and her wings flared, her hips softly humping her own swollen, sloshing mass as her eyes clenched shut, her cheeks bulging yet again, this time finally unable to contain the flood within.

 

With a wet retching sound, Spitfire spewed an absolute stream of the most watered-down bile Valiant had ever seen, absolutely soaking herself in the process. She spewed again and again and again, sometimes looking straight up and fountaining everywhere, other times blowing straight into her cavernous cleavage, her damp form clear as day beneath her almost nonexistent clothing.

 

Finally, with one last sick hiccup and short belch, one last jet of water exited her mouth along with a single fish, which slid wetly down the side of her still swollen heaving orb of a stomach before slapping against the ground, flopping limply as fish out of water are wont to do.

 

Nearly stupified with arousal, Valiant took a few shaky steps forward as the mare before him rolled her eyes up into her head and passed out, utterly overwhelmed by the massive amount trying to tear its way out from her horribly strained guts.

 

Laying his head against her glunking belly, feeling not unlike a water bed, Valiant listened with glee to the roaring, glunking slosh of water along with the faint bubbling noise of fish swimming about. Grinning down at the mare, Valiant began to undo his belt.

 

This one was a keeper, alright.