Bug was not a mare that one would be wise trifling with, and she tended to take people attempting to eat her personally, a mistake Snow Veil now knew all too well as she found her self-sunk up to her hips in the mardy mare's womb. The alabaster aristocrat shrieking, the sounds uncouth and shrill as she found herself sinking ever deeper as Bug casually flexed her Kegels to the melody go grunts as she drew the mare gradually into her plush pussy.

Snow’s eyes darting as if someone would help her, but in this secluded spot, she knew full well no one was coming until well after she was reduced to a swaying shape spasming in Bug’s stomach. Why had her plan failed? she had been so thorough, as Snow had intended to eat this prolific predator as but another notch on her bedpost only for it to catastrophically backfire. The Unicorn running her scheme over in her mind looking for a fault but she could find none as she had been precise, the paralytic poison potent, but the mare had drunk the substance and not been phased in the slightest as if she had some inbuilt resistance to the toxin that should have had her on her ass in an instant.

“Not so confident now... Snatch snack…” huffed Bug as she gloated to her victim as the blonde sank into her drenched depravity cavity. The muscular marehood convulsing in controlled clenches as she effortlessly took the impotent unicorn, the slate mare also spiking her drink, though Bug’s initial intentions had been rather banal by her standards until she tasted toxin on her taste buds and the earthpony had reacted accordingly. Bug just grateful that it was a familiar blend, that she had suffered the effects of on more than a few times with her misadventures with her living inventory, as after so many stings and bites you start to build a tolerance for such simple things. A luxury not afforded to Snow, as her more padded and posh lifestyle did not give her the crucible of pain required to gain resistance to some of the most potent poisons bits could buy and now the frantic female was feeling that end result wholemeal as she was easily enveloped.

“I was just gonna have a fun little dinner date and dump you, but you had to spike the punch, and for that, you have to be punished,” groaned Bug as she felt Snow’s body bundle up within her, a few more clenches and she left the mare but a distraught head and a pair of fidgeting frogs as she coasted down the no longer clean coat of her unwilling pony penetrator.

“Just relax and take it with some dignity, you Canterlot elite are all the same, always chasing the eternal youth, and well dear you’re in for a treat, I will take you back to the past and undo your fathers little mistake,” the words going in one ear and straight the other as Snow bucked about sporadically as she could do nothing but cringe as Bug’s flower's folds closed over her head and the mare was cast to the murky depths as she found her muzzle facing the far end of the cervix.

Snow starting to hyperventilate, as she knew what Bug meant, the mare intending to regress her to the point of a foetus, if not further, and the fear of being reduced to a blind ball of cells promoted the mare to begin to thrash about erratically in the ovarian oven she found herself entombed in. The mare was unable to resist, as she felt a pinch on her bellybutton as something latched on like a foul leech, leaving the mare sure at Bug’s intentions as she tried desperately to do something to stop the amniotic fluid surrounding her in the contracting chamber. Snow powerless to resist as an amniotic sac formed around the ensnared equine, forcing her body ever tighter as Bug prepared to process her passenger, as the umbilical cord melded meticulously to Snow’s disappointingly trim tummy as the placenta implanted itself invasively into the coitus cavern. The foul lamprey latching deep into Snow’s body cavity forcing the bond of mother and daughter unwillingly upon the worming mare, as the wombs waters began to dilate her blood in its comforting caress.

“There you go…... Just give up,” soothed Bug through her belly, hooves stroking the struggling mare shaped mass within her as she knew she had Snow exactly where she wanted her, and anything from here would be just trying to prevent the inevitable. The prenatal scar was reactivated forming a bridge between the two bodies, so now with Snow attached to her womb lining it was just a matter of reverting her back down to her base DNA components. Snow feeling lax, as she could no longer breath now the wombs juices had covered her head, leaving her running on anoxic fumes. Her lips trying to resist as she felt the cervix cement a cap against her rump locking the mare into the rapidly flooding chamber as she knew she was now entirely at Bug’s mercy. Snow’s hooves splashing about in the claggy space, before she gave a hack and was forced to embrace the sensation of the wombs warm waters flowing into her lungs in a sudden surge. The mare beginning to buck blindly as she drowned in the cooch cave, that ended with a burst of bubbles as her airbags inhaled the deluge and she became critically tethered to Bug as the umbilical cord now formed the critical lifeline giving the unicorn precious oxygen.

A lightheaded feeling creeping into Snow as her cheeks went flush as if she had partaken in the finest of summer wines and overdone it with her avarice. The mare’s hubris coming to a head, as she felt a sense of calm, and acceptance as her will to fight sapped from her like a melting glacier. The mare curling into a fetal position as a hazy heat lapped at her body like a jacuzzi, Snow closing her eyes as she just tuned out to the white noise of Bug’s body idling after strenuously slurping a mare piecemeal up her salacious sheathe. Bug stroking Snow slowly, as she seemed to savour the fullness sitting above her hips, the pinching of her pelvic floor pleasant, as the mares core accommodated the soon to be diminished unicorn within her.

“That’s right…. I need you nice and tight,” soothed Bug in what was almost a sigh, her lip quivering from the maternal bliss having her foal factory filled way past its normal capacity.
The frogs firming up as Bug began her predatory process, as little by little the years began to melt off Snow’s eye-pleasing frame as she seemed to age in reverse. The unicorn bumbling a few bumps as she went into a slumber, allowing Bug to easily manipulate her to prevent a little accident that might result in a late-term abortion, as she made sure the trailing umbilical cord was well clear of the golden-maned mares sylph neck.

The process slow at first, as the mature mare gradually began to shrink as she re-experienced puberty until the bulge Snow made began to visibly diminish like a balloon with a tiny puncture deflating. Bug unable to comprehend the past she was undoing, Snow’s first kiss, her prom, her first meal when she swallowed and shat out that bitch who had bullied her during her last year of high school, all gone as the brain cells holding the memories had the connections uprooted in the fizz of uterine dementia. Snow’s childhood next on the cutting block, before she was reduced to a point before she was even born, just a foetus fidgeting in a dim subterranean sea, unable to comprehend anything else but the closeness that was Bug’s encapsulating body. The unicorn’s head instinctively pointing towards the vaginal opening, as if Bug might let her out as an infant, but such mercies were not on the table as the sands of time whipped over Snow in relentless waves.

Snow’s regression now countable in weeks and days, as she began to contract further and further towards the point of her inception. The mare still in possession of all of her senses, though her size was now little more than that of a babe edging on crowning, no doubt eager to experience the world outside of Bug’s oppressing reproductive tract.
The next few slow minutes stripping Snow of her senses as the mare was well and truly unborn, her sight robbed from her as her eyes sealed over, leaving just a vague comprehension of light and dark before only blackness remained. Snows touch going next followed by her ability to hear before even her taste disappeared and she was left unable to comprehend anything of her claustrophobic cell. At some point, Snow’s very mind was lost, rendering her but a blank slate as her grey matter returned to the stem cells that had first acted as the building blocks of her now almost intangible form, as her minute frame sat in an emulsion that had been her adult bodies water weight.

Bug savouring feeling the supposedly more powerful unicorn reduced to an embryo, followed in short order by a blastocyst, as the only accurate way to describe Snow’s new shape was that of an unambiguous ball of flesh that was now free-floating in Bug’s bulging belly. The mass growing smaller by the second as Snow went from 128 cells to 64, 32, 16, 8, 4, 2 before finally there was only one sitting lonely in an ocean of liquid passion.

The fertilized egg cell quaking slightly before the sperm cell that had started all this decades ago was ejected from the safe shelter of the larger gamete. The white tadpole thrashing about as if on fire before slowing and stopping as Bug’s mildly acidic interior denatured the genetic repository as the mare was not in heat. The minute sperm being absorbed into Bug’s body and with its passing half of Snow’s genetic code was lost forever, as she was effectively unmade and unfixable. Bug feeling the moment within her like a firework before she smiled smugly and added one last jab to the pony she had effectively deleted.

“I think I just felt you’re Daddy’s sperm stop moving,” smiled Bug as she effectively absorbed the foolish mare, leaving her as nothing but a single ovum that contained but a fraction of Snow’s inherited code. The unicorn was gone, the only question now being what to do with her lingering follicle, as Bug mulled her conquest as she debated how to expend what little remained of Snow. Bug feeling Snow’s egg tuck away in her right ovary for safekeeping until the mare could find some compatible male seed, or a period flushed the slut out to be discarded in a red streak. The earth pony not bothered by either outcome, as she had more pressing matters then the rebirth of some two-bit predator. The earth pony slapping her stomach and feeling the water she had juiced from Snow’s disintegrated body slosh, as a smile crept to Bugs face.

The mare knowing full well that the best way to empty the tank was to polish the silver, and there was always something special about knowing your next orgasm was fuelled by the complete domination of some lesser ponies’ body……….

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Part 1 of a Collab/ gift from  Darkworkz who is the owner of Snow Veil, the pretty little unicorn who made the mistake of attempting to predate Bug and is now feeling the consequences of such a transgression.

I promised to write a lengthy lemon if they managed to get art of any of the numerous deviant discussions we have had, and they settled on one of my go-to artists  Nomipolitan who was a great option to bring this unbirth regression to life, and I must say they did a stellar job. :)

Part one: you are here

Part two: https://aryion.com/g4/view/586231

Part three: https://aryion.com/g4/view/586706

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