“Yeah, yeah, no need to push, I’m going to let you out” brushed off Bug, as she commented on the mounting pressure pressing impatiently against her casually pinched ponut. The mardy mare baring what was poignantly prodding at her pucker little mind, as she was in no rush to push out the mounting pile of poop currently braying at her backdoor, regardless of how insistent the languishing log got. The processed pony would just have to be patient, as Bug would release what remained of Rarity when she was satisfied the now faecal fashionista was done brewing into a well-baked bowel movement.

The lounging grey glutton taking a moment to inquisitively squish the doughy paunch on her pudgy gut with her hooves, allowing her to feel that the majority of her stylish meal was now a fetching cladding of fat on her enviably filled-out frame. The gentle rub of her frog detecting a dense mass of designer dung resting in her rectum, as what remained of Rarity creamily condensed within her gurning guts.  Not like the slate snarfer cared for the opinion of the couturist crap currently convalescing in her colon,  as this was far from the first time a now chocolatey conquest had complained whilst congealing behind her backdoor. The mardy mare lounging for a few more minutes, before with a lazy sigh she finally got up and trotted outside in order to relieve herself of the mounting sensation of a sizable shit stabbing at her tender tailhole with an easing grunt of exertion.

“This batch of bowel butter is going to be as smooth as chocolate mousse,” remarked Bug as she felt the first fudge coil of clayey soil crown through her sensitive rear sphincter with a trundling trickle.  The turtling turd smoothly slithering through the yawning gape of the mare’s ajar anus with a greasy crackle, as the first log curled out with all the resistance of soft swirl ice cream. A light blue twinkle misting around the disembarking mare mud like an anal aroura, as Rarity’s lingering magic dissipated from bone studded scat the creative chevaline had been converted into before the steaming muck could even plop to the floor and steaming sausages of shite could even begin to cool. The putrid python of putty-like poo pushing out with barely a need to squeeze, as bit by bit Rarity’s brown birthing relaxingly passed without incident or any abnormally inconsiderate indigestibles, until the crouching dour devourer felt the shudder of a skull shifting within her deflating lower intestine.


“All that fuss and now you have stopped to shit talk, dirty girl” Commented the slate snarfer as she felt the familiar feeling of a cranium temporarily corking up her cornhole. The experienced equine eater always one to relish the disgusting details of defecation, though in truth if the brainbox blocking her back passage was actually causing her any notable bother. The stubborn segment of skeleton Rarity’s last real attempt at post-mortem protest, though if she came even close to constipating her consumer, all it would take was a stern clench from Bug’s core to clear the spherical stopper wedged betwixt her chubby cheeks. The sight as though the earth pony was laying an egg, as Bug bit her lip at the thrum of an inching snout slotting through her starfish, so that the natural wedge shape of an equine’s face could gradually spread her out nicely without the need to push. The unmade unicorn handled no differently than any other meal of mare meat, and after a few moments there was a phlegmy pop and the skull clattered to the floor, allowing the horse apples queuing behind it to swiftly exit in its stinking slipstream. The whole process taking less than 5 minutes, as the reconstituted base components of an entire equine were deposited beneath Bug’s hiked-up tail with a final dab of her dock.

“That’s the last of you! Happy Hearth’s warming Rarishit!” beamed Bug, as with a nibbling tense she pinched off the last log with a soggy snip. The metabolized mound of ex-socialite now little more than fly food, as Bug glanced over her well-tanned handiwork, curious to see how her body had dealt with the voguish equine she had eaten.  The couth unicorn’s meticulously maintained appearance now drastically different after trundling out of the same arsehole she had entered from, as Bug’s bowels had dealt with her no differently than a filling Sunday feast. The ever-elegant seamstress now fated to serve as humming fertilizer in another mare’s garden, as her more useful nutrients became just the most recent addition to the mass grave on Bug’s plump and ever-burgeoning plot. Perhaps in time someone would realize Rarity was missing and come looking for her, not like Bug was concerned, as it just meant she could enjoy the struggle of voraciously shoving another bleating pony up her ass.

 Instead, Bug scavenged a few of the more chic and well-insulated articles of clothing she had stripped from her sophisticated flank fodder off the living room floor, and set off into town keen to find some breakfast. The cold winter air instantly caressing her coat as she stepped forth into the snow, but Bug could only smirk as she didn’t feel its bite, as it was clear there was enough Rarity chub cladding her jiggling curves to fend off the worst of the frost.  A smug smile slipping onto her muzzle, as she adjusted the shades she had swiped from her impromptu suppository supper, whilst taking in the frigid morning air. The ever-peckish pony pleased with the fresh padding on her flirtatious figure, as Rarity had been rather generous with the amount of ample adipose, she had added to Bug’s well-rounded rear. A basking delight wallowing in the grey glutton’s cast iron heart, as she couldn’t help but slip a content comment in before she sauntered off in search of a snack.

“Yes, this will help me stay warm this winter…”

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After a night of diligent digestion, Bug drops off her dramatic dinner, before sauntering off to flaunt the generous gains Rarity gifted to her doughy derrière...

A lemon done for one of my patreons  dimalad who wanted a story to go along with the pages of a holiday sequence they have commissioning from  Shoelace . This one again featuring the ever-voracious grey glutton enjoying a Rarity-sized Heartswarming meal...

The other parts of this comic can be found here:

Part one: https://aryion.com/g4/view/1086530

Part two: you are here


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