And the next one is again a pony, which Noble does very well.

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Pool
There were certain smells one carried that didn't...smell, until you were somewhere else. After all, if they were smells on you, you weren't supposed to notice them. So Timeline rarely noticed the smell of oil, the smell of grease, or the smell of iron on him most days, even when he went to bunk for the night he might not, unless the others on the airship complained.

But when you were somewhere with strong smells too, those things you didn't notice were shoved in your muzzle, making it impossible not to. As the scents of his work mixed with the acid and living odors around him, they created a medley of smells that shoved themselves into his brain enough to leave him stunned, at least for a moment.

When he did recover, and realize where he was though, Timeline was quite annoyed, as he pressed his hoof into the walls around him, pushing with all his might against the soft skin, until the hard muscles beneath them resisted him, creating impressions on the belly outside. Impressions that went ignored by the one to whom the belly belonged.

He had work to do, of course, and so he kept pushing, kept trying to pound on them, but Evergreen wasn't one to give up a meal once it was inside him, especially one that needed a break like Timeline, so the pony in the stallion's gut was soon forced back into the liquid filled stomach, which sloshed from side to side as the larger stallion walked, enjoying that feeling up being nice and full, as his friend got a relaxing swim to help him rest and recover for later.