• Salivate
• Unhinge jaw
• Lean in
• Swallow
• Relax throat
• Gravity assisted descent
• Fetal position

These were the basic tenants of ingesting a fellow equine and Bug knew them all too well in her years refining her proficiency at the grab and gulp. The results were always the same from her mastered technique, a limp tail between her lips and a thunderous burp as she settled into digest her pony-sized meal. Of course, Line doubted Bug’s skill at snacking and the bubbly bitch thought Bug’s claims of the 3-second swallow were greatly exaggerated.

In normal circumstances, Bug would have gulped the bubble butt on the spot, but in an unusually generous moment, the grey mare though a demonstration might be in order. Checking her contacts list, the notebook covered in crude scribbles of anyone who the mare deemed to have transgressed against her, Bug began to browse it like a menu. She wasn’t feeling like the fizzy pop-rock like digestion of a unicorn or the soft snaps of a Pegasus skeleton decalcifying, and her rump was still sore from her last reprimanding of her bumbling earth pony assistant after the “Worm incident,” so that left Bug with only the more exotic of meats for her options.

Passing over the Kirin as the fire horses always gave her the runs, Bug settled on Bat ponies and her hoof scrolled along the index of names until she found a plump one who could fill that gap in her already gurgling in anticipation gut.

“She will do or is it he right now…” mumbled Bug as she tapped a hoof on the name of one of the stouter mango munchers the mare knew. A smile on Bug’s face they would make an ideal candidate for the oral demonstration, she just hoped the dock piercing didn’t get lost in her labyrinthian bowels this time around. Surface Stick was a bit of a gender-fluid individual switching their sexuality with potions at a whim based on their mood, But for Bug, their plump plot was fit for purpose and the mare put their number in her battered Bakelite phone.

10 mins later
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“Hey Bu……….” Bug didn’t give Stick time to finish their greeting as she grabbed the bat pony on the shoulder and yanked them toward her. The look of shock flashing on Stick’s face as Bug’s abnormally cheerful grin parted to show a damp maw that leaned in to accept the fresh mare meat in a fluid motion. Stick’s face hitting the gullet with a wet squelch of parting drool strands, before instinctively Bug’s throat clenched in a peristaltic yank, this in combination with a head flick from Bug catapulted the stunned bat pony straight into her greased gullet the momentum carrying the mare straight into the gastric slip and slide. Neck, shoulders, barrel, rump, and tail shot past the lips in less than a second as Bug reduced the mare from person to bulge with minimal effort. all it took was the gullet to dilate and a few brisk yet confident swallows to tuck away Stick to stew, as the pony simply flowed into Bug as if she were chugging water.

Bug feeling Stick filling out the stomach with a firm pressure of a complete mare’s form, as the stomach went from empty to strained sack in an instant. the weight pressing against her ribs nicely as her frame groaned at the sudden addition of protein ballast. The mare taking a moment as she felt her belly scrape the floor in a gentle jiggle as her diet breaker settled in to simmer to soup. Bug rolling her tongue in her mouth to savour Stick’s sweet aftertaste that lingered after their hasty departure to the stomach.

“You see Li……..BWARP!!!” proclaimed Bug triumphantly as her gut decided to interrupt her by vented some gas like a victorious trumpet. Bug not slowing her roll, as she just wiped the spittle from her lips and continued.

….. Line, what did I tell you 3 seconds,” She concluded, the mare shaking her flanks seductively as she rubbed in her conquest. Stick coming to terms with the sudden confined and caustic surroundings as they warmed from their stupor and began to wriggle incessantly, as Bug held back her stomach from clamping down and shattering the mare’s frail skeletal airframe. Line not saying anything as Bug sauntered past meal in tow, the mare’s jaw on the floor as her boss made her exit, the point well and truly proved. The grey mare making her way upstairs, as she had a hefty dinner to sleep off………

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Sometimes Bug has to flex her apex predator status, and this time she was feeling like Bat mare rump to sate her hunger.

Bug-zapper is mine
Surface Stick is Gizmo's who can be a mare or stallion, so it's up to your preference with this one :)

A YCH animation me and Giz went halves on from  pureawesome who offered their animation which I was glad to acquire to add more motion to my lewd library.

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