Burp!!!

The gastric eruption bursting from Bug’s lips with a shower of soggy spittle and scattered yellow hairs as the mare released a smidgeon of the gas in her burgeoned belly. A familiar flavour coming up with the unladylike noise, reminding Bug of the meal marinating in her middle, bringing a satisfied smile to her slender snout.

It was the familiar taste of Line’s melting mare meat; rich and delectable as always, prompting Bug to mull a smaller secondary belch across her palate, as she savoured the natural spices of her snack. The weight in Bug’s barrel firm and reassuring, leaving the engorged equine bloated and satisfied, as she watched the grey gut jiggle gently after her little oral outburst. The motions a rhythmic rocking, that Bug attempted to still with her hoof that was slow to steady the sloshing stomach.

The firm frog finding the bulge soft and squidgy, as the pony protrusion Line had made had already grown malleable from the short stay in the sluicing solution. The normally plush and plump pony reduced to a cadaver that even now was sizzling in the stomach sack, as the chunky earth pony had already lost her composure in the digestive darkness of the dank gastric chamber.

The soft clinking of loose bones in the bubbling emulsion tapping against the hoof as the bumped against each other almost tentatively in the cramped interior, causing strange motions to emanate from the gurgling gut. The belly was taut with the pressurised broth within, bones and gristle floating gently creating morbid lumps in the slate fur that moved as the soup stirred in the protuberant midsection.

The swollen stomach grinding away aggressively as it reduced the normally cheery mare within into a chymified meatball, that was already draining into the intestinal slipway so that the base components could be sorted into scat and fat. The tingling sensation of the small intestine working overtime creating shadows in Bug’s lower torso as nerves were squeezed by the straining bowels as they filled to capacity with a fresh horse meat puree. All the while the sounds of bones fizzling and cracking as they decalcified loud was loud in the reclining mares’ ears, as Line’s dense earth pony skeleton proved resistant to the encroaching enzymes, though through Bug’s biology’s persistence little by little their pristine ivory finish was pitted by the corrosive caress.

The fight was long gone from Line; the mare having gone still some time ago after doing a shunting shudder when her body cavity ruptured when the holes in her hid caused her organs to ooze out in a visceral flow of twitching entrails. The acid quick to invade the hole and in a few seconds the bubbling broth had eaten through Line’s diaphragm leaving her a gasping corpse unable to draw breath as the yellow mare slumped into a sudden death spasm.

Bug letting it happen, stroking the lump Line made until she went still, leaving her dead weight to press upon Bugs womb pleasantly as it pinched her vagina with an adamantine pressure causing a flush of pink to paint the normally dour cheeks. This sensual heat was grounds for the grey mare to snake her hoof around the limp Line bulge and attempt to rub one out, but the way her meal was sitting made it difficult and Bug quickly gave up on this carnal caress. The mardy mare soon growing tired from her exertion as the looming food coma sapped her remaining lustful energy as her body focused on digesting its pony-sized portion of a meal.

Soon her eyes were growing heavy, but even so, Bug was beaming all the while as she just relished her rapidly digesting conquest, her hoof coming to stroke the egg-like bulge Line’s skinless skull made in her middle. The frog lingering as it rolled a small circle as the older mare considered popping the cranium like a grape like as if it was biological bubble wrap. The hoof hovered there for a moment, as Bug pondered Line’s performance at this simple task, dying was easy after all, Line was used to it by now so was starting to get proficient at curling up and being reduced to a bowel brownie. A thought entering Bug’s mind as causing her to smirk as she had a funny thought regarding the mare currently festering in her innards.

“I knew you would melt under the pressure of this job,” said Bug with a snicker, as she rolled onto her side and closed her eyes to be lulled into a slumber by the sound of a simmering mare being reduced to flank fat.

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Line always gets the shit jobs, but that is part and parcel of being Bug's assistant. Sometimes though Bug abuses her position of master over her bubbly apprentice and instead of just being a shit job, Line ends up getting a few shades browner after a tour of Bug's bowels as a processed workplace snack.

Commission I got from  Nomipolitan who did a great job capturing Bug after she had indulged in her clutzy coworker.

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