I felt the need for some nice Dash stuffing of the involuntary kind, so here we have a pic of a freshly kidnapped Dash getting a nice fill.

She has woken up in some unknown location, her legs and wigs tied up tightly and with a feeding tube in her mouth already. Try as she might, no amount of trashing and shaking in her binds can shake them loose, the feeding tube solidly affixed to her face with a mask.

Proper panic sets in when she feels the tube in her mouth rumble, followed shortly after by a thick sludge slowly flowing down the transparent tunnel towards her mouth. No one can hear her angry screams, or would even care about them – and soon enough they are muffled out by the choking and gulping her mouth is being forced into, reducing her angry growls to pitiful sobs.

Realizing the futility of the situation, she tries to bide her time, attempting to ignore the painful fullness of her overstuffed stomach – her skin already stretched to its fullest degree, marred with bright red fresh stretchmarks – how dull the sweetish paste getting crammed down her mouth is starting to taste and most importantly she tries to suppress the creeping fear about what this treatment will do to her athletic body. A fruitless effort, as each pumping cycle forcing down another load of calorie-rich sludge into her packed stomach results in a painful pang that constantly reminds her of her current situation.

A couple of hours have passed. Rainbow is startled by some noise other than the low hum of the feeding-pump. The door to her cell opens up and she can finally see her captor for the first time. She shoots and angry glare of pure hatred and disgust at him.

“How was the first barrel, my dear? Don’t worry, there is a lot more where that came from. After all a growing mare like you needs to be properly fed.”

Followup here:

>>1731680