“One last wet swallow, and Dash’s forehooves, twitching still in one last mad attempt to escape, disappeared into the hot, pulsating tunnel of flesh. Gilda’s feathers seemed to flow and stretch as the tight bulge slid down her neck, expanding her already oversized belly.

The formel sat back on her haunches, letting out one long sigh of mingling relief, exhaustion, and utter satisfaction. It had been so long since she’d swallowed anything close to this big, but seeing Greta taking that pink mare had made her more hot, bothered and excited than anything she could remember.

She glanced down at her belly, about to make some glib remark about losers, maybe something about a pony’s rightful place, but then she stopped. She could hear Dash’s muffled, inarticulate pleas and curses and see her belly writhe and squirm as the pegasus struggled, and the most she thought about it, the more she realised nothing needed to be said. Not to Rainbow Dash, anyway. Greta, on the other claw? Oh, Gilda had more than a few things to say to that cute little formel~

So she simply sat, cleaning herself off as she waited for the opportune moment to talk…”