As he pokes his head inside, Lance turns on his hooves and runs in the opposite direction. Hooves thudded as hard as his heart pumped, the stallion galloping away from Bulldozer and the bathroom, fleeing for his life. He had to get away, there was no telling what the hulking stallion wanted. An aggressive yell from behind had Lance turn around, looking back to see the stallion glaring right at him, then he twisted his head forwards again. He had a second to see the curvy yellow mare ass right in front of him. A yelp escaped as he tried to stop his hooves, but only succeeded in tripping himself, sending him lurching forward like an arrow aimed right at the butthole in front of him.
*SQUELCH* The sound must have echoed throughout the whole base as in one second Lance was reduced to a twitching pair of hind legs. The mare groaned as she flexed her hole and then contracted it, a loud slurp sounding as those hindlegs were dragged up and inside, Lance not even getting a last hoof kick before he was entirely sealed inside, already being dragged off by intestines.
Bulldozer caught up and slapped her on the back. "Guardspony Shelf! What did you do with that recruit?!" The stallion yelled at her.
The mare span around in response, turning to look at him. "I didn't do anything, sir! He just jumped up my ass!" she said defensively, looking down at her pudy belly as it started to bulge out, the form of a stallion already starting to swell it out. She gave him a poke and smirked, before looking up at Bulldozer. "Sorry, sir, but I can't really let him out."
Bulldozer glared harder, and then just gave in with a growl. "You're filing the accident report," he spat before turning and trotting away, leaving the mare to her catch. A loud and bassy fart from the mare's behind had him tense up as he trotted away, muttering under his breath.
Guardspony Shelf reached down to stroke her belly, pushing back against the struggling stallion. "You chose a good belly to end up in, rookie. Better to add to my plush plot than end up on the Corporal's gut." The squirming bulge in her belly didn't seem to agree as it wriggled and fought, but it was no concern for the mare who merely laughed and carried on with what she was doing.
Lance would be stewing in her gut for a while, the mare continuing her day as he pushed and wriggled inside her stomach, making indentations against the gurgling and glorping gut until he could wriggle no more. She patted the weakening bulge with a hoof, making her gut groan again with a smirk as she put the pen to paper.
"Name: Pointed Lance... Accident Level..." A sudden belch forced its way to her maw and then out from it, a thick *BRRRRRAAAAPPPPP* filling the air as white hairs and saliva sprayed all over the table.
"Accident Level: Fatal. Recruit did not watch where he was going and headfirst into ass. No follow up necessary." The report filled in, Dusty dropped it into the already full box and trotted away, her belly burbling slowly around the meal within.
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