CLICK!

The sound of the brass lock of the disabled toilet door ringing out in the echoey water closet. Spoiled Rich taking a moment to take a deep breath as she clutched her bloated belly and tried her best to regain her composure. It had been a lovely day, dinner with associates, the milling of the upper crust, everything she needed to do to maintain her position as somepony of note in the Ponyville elite.

Everything Spoiled did was coldly calculated, and this use of the disabled latrine was no different. The pink mare knowing full well that any uncouth bodily functions would affect her image, and as such, she retreated to the more controllable environment that was the private cubical for the more physically challenged members of Ponyville’s populace. It wasn’t like she cared, her husband Filthy had put a vast amount of capital in this establishment, so any interloper who might easily be bribed into silence by a simple threat of the pulling of funds.

Looking in the mirror over the spherical sink, she realised on the canter over to relieve herself she looked a mess. Her normally prim and proper fur sweaty, as she seemed to be perspiring like she had come down with fever. This would not do, she needed to socialize to further build social capital, so that her petty ego would not run the risk of suffering a puncture when someone talked tales of her not maintaining a perfect exterior over scones at a tea party.

Now looking in the mirror it was worse than she thought, her barrel inflated as if she were pregnant, and her bowels were feeling as if magma was coursing through the velvety tubing. Something she had eaten had not met her sensibilities it would seem, and she would need to unleash a mudflow of acidic diarrhea. Every inch of her guts south of the stomach was starting to ache, the pressure shifting as if something was moving, and she realised the faecal rapids must have been moving.

Her anus was blooming, she could feel it, the pert pucker trying to yawn so that she might dump a foul-smelling load to stain the white porcelain brown. She didn’t have time to get to the toilet, that seemed to sit an impossibly far distance away and feeling it was not worth muddying the black and white tiles that formed fancy patterns on the floor, she simply hiked her well-groomed tail up and prepared to have the anal evacuation straight into the sink.

It was the only course of action, as anything else would leave a humiliating stain as she muck spread over the pristine lavatory. She could hear it now the snickers behind her back from lesser ponies, thinking they were better as they didn’t shit themselves like lesser creatures. The thoughts only growing more intense as the taut feeling in her guts grew worse and worse as her barrel began to rapidly inflate, a panic overtaking Spoiled as she became aware that she might have been suffering an allergic reaction from some party that she was sure to sue into the ground for their in her eyes malicious action against her in an attempt to humiliate her before her peers.

She let out a womanly groan, clutching her barrel and squeezing so that she might dislodge what felt like a cork that was worming through her guts. Perhaps it was a gnarly turd that was serving as a bulwark to prevent the molten lava lurking behind the sigmoidal colon from gushing forth as a chocolaty spring. Her perfect teeth, gleaming in a grimace, the pearls growing thick with spit strands as she began to drool profusely. The sensation of the urge to vomit overtaking Spoiled’s normally picky taste buds, her body retching as she now felt sick to her stomach.

Grunting slightly, the crackling of anal phlegm filling the air like a sparkler. Huffing and squeezing, Spoiled felt her sphincter open into a gaping yawn, as for the life of her Spoiled could not dislodge the bung in her back passage. Eyes watering, her breaths growing haggard, Spoiled was not shuddering, a cold sweat pervading her body as she felt more than a little unwell. Her innards seeming to distort as this mystery turd seemed to ripple Spoiled’s guts like jelly as nerves pinched.

This exertion seemed to disrupt the equilibrium of her guts, and her mouth became flooded with spit and she began to violently retch. This shaking as her lungs began to clog as she felt oil pour into her mouth, as something gelatinous was forcing its way up from her stomach as a slimy loam. A warm heat pervading her body as she hot flushed, the crawling commotion creeping up her mouth as her arsehole reached its limit and it blossomed before with a wet splat something landed in the sink with a fleshy thud.

A few more pellets fell free in a sodden hail, offering no relief to the mare who was gagging as her lungs began to burn as the trachea was blocked by a latex-like phenomenon. Her anus growing laxer as she began to suffocate, more wet splats rang out like water balloons on asphalt, her bowels voiding in a trembling display as she began to lose control of her faculties. The mare dropping log after log of this unrelenting substance that she had no idea of the nature of, but she knew that try as she might her tender starfish could not pinch them off and they were leaving more of their own accord then her own coercions. The feeling of her entire gastrointestinal tract being afire causing her to wince as a bulge began to dilate in her normally lithe and elegant throat. Opal eyes beginning to panic as the veneer of couth socialite was lost as all sophistication was lost with the spreading of her blouse as her bulbous belly grew too much for the expensive material to bear. The gold failing just like Spoiled’s constitution as she began to shudder, and a train of snot began to slip from her right nostril like a crying foal.

She was awash with stimuli, as a greasy fluid began to roll down her inner thighs, the nature very much not the texture of liquid faeces instead being closer to vegetable oil. She didn’t have any time to think about this icky feeling as with the sound of creaking metal her necklace of fine gold warped and snapped free as her neck grew too girthy and the force of the turgid mass in her throat shattered the binding leaving it to glisten in a lonely manner on the floor. Spoiled was lost in it now and her pupils grew small as she looked in horror as something blue and throbbing began to emerge from her maw. The mare staggering as she suddenly felt sapped of energy as the sensation of her innards frying clawed at her mind in waves of pulsating pain. The gel moving like a lava lamp as something large began to pull its way free of her gagging gullet, bubbles rippling through it as her screams were absorbed by the unknown entities buffering form.

The golden sash of her blouse hanging loosely as Spoiled began to stagger forward, more plops coming from her rump as her overstrained anus began to lay shitlets of blue jelly. She looked a mess, her mascara running down her face in a river of tears and sweat, painting her like an abstract watercolour painting. A tentacle of blue protruding from her gaping maw, her head ticking as she just stared in abstract terror at this alien entity that was defiling her body.

This realisation struck hard, she was infested, and it gave new meaning to every sensation in her body. Her eyes going wide as she came to the stark revelation that every small wobble of pinching nerves and spreading phantom sensations through her guts was a foul organism that was in the process of leeching her prestigious body of her nutrients like a foul parasite. It was digesting her, using her biomass to reproduce like a diseased amoeba, spreading through her body as it turned her into nothing more than a spawning pit for its disgusting ilk.

It was digesting her alive, catalysing her guts and producing more and more of whatever this slime was. Her very life slipping out of her ass as with each consecutive plop she spent another part of her weight repurposed as an Adipose Slime. She had been murdered, or worse some bumbling plebeian had not washed their hooves, and this had been a tragic case of failure at health and safety. Spoiled didn’t have much more time to think about this, she couldn’t feel her hind legs, the nerves digesting out from under her skin. The feeling of nerves being snipped as the fizzing of her meat digesting within her to the quavering dancing of undulating slime making her skin crawl as even now the invasive presence warped the epidermis.

She couldn’t breathe, the dirty beast was wearing her like a suit, nothing more than a fancy fur coat as it metabolized the wealthy mare no different than she might enjoy a salad. She was just the catalyst to its reproduction, her money, her wealth, her connections they meant nothing, as to the slime she was just her nutritional value and how many clones of the initial organism she could be made into. The number increasing exponentially as they continued to clone themselves in a cancer of writhing globules of living jello.

Her face going slack as the slimes began to digest her brain stem, her look gormless, as she was now nothing more than a mare dead on her hooves. Her brain being overwritten as the slime began to don her like a glove, Spoiled Rich reduced to nothing more than an accessory for future propagation of the Adipose Slime species. Her mind flashing, as if she was entering a dream, non-vital brain functions turning to juice that was absorbed as leachate by the voracious slimes.

Little more than a jibbering puppet in the thrall of the slime, just enough of Spoiled’s humanity lingering to know she was a monster, she began to waddle off on shaky hooves. The slime ungainly in its new host, and it struggled with the door all the while more and more of its brood falling from the raw and aching anus, as the rectal cavity was rubbed raw with the abrasive fixtures of the slimes that had absorbed a fair portion of the hapless earth pony’s biomass.

The ironic thing about all of this is that Spoiled had brought this on herself, she had given the wrong mare shit. A grey mare with a yellow highlight, who had been minding her own business and being the certified cunt she was Spoiled had thought it wise to offend one of her lessers, failing to realise that the earth pony she arrogantly antagonized might have been more than a little vindictive to pompous bitches who rubbed her the wrong way. It had been simple to spike Spoiled’s drink during one of her socialite sessions, all it took was a brisk hoof and her fate was sealed. This small slither of Adipose slime was all you needed to turn a mare into a pile of goo, and with a bit of luck everyone she cared about......


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A collab between me and Stooped Hooy who can be found here ( https://derpibooru.org/profiles/Stooped_hooy ).

Again we were casually chatting and he asked for a victim for this foul slime, of course I volunteered Diamond Tiara's Stuck up mother. Unfortunately for her she seems to have angered Bug for reasons unknown, probably complaining to the council about the Gollox's nocturnal screeching. either way it doesn't matter as in revenge for this transgression Bug used one of her more virulent pet's the Adipose Slime to deal with this full of herself mare once and for all.

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