She should be dead….

That was the thought stuck in Southern Belle’s racing mind as she bucked and writhed in the thrall of the foul beast molesting her senses with its terrible tentacles. Belle had felt her own death spasms, her body convulsing as her spark was snuffed by the stern snare that was currently strangling her with its steely grasp as the feeble body failed. The death throes stilling, but Belle's troubles did not end so easily, as the annelid continued to molest the mares spiritual form just as it had her still trembling corpse.

The creature leisurely swallowing the fidgeting cadaver as it continued to molest the mare’s soul. One of its wrist-thick limbs plunged down her gullet, the other probing her mare hood as it felt the spirit flex and flail from the beyond the grave grouping. The earth pony bucking in the fondling fetters as even now without the need to breathe she choked on the oily vine clogging her gullet leaving her to dry gag and thrash as it speared deep into her ethereal core.

The two tentacles nearly touching in Belle’s translucent midriff as they spit roasted the slut’s soul. the mare unable to resist in any way other than silent screams and weak kicks, as out of the corner of her eye she was disheartened to see the worm casually swallowing her husk of a body as if she was some in show snack. Belle’s hoof coming to her constricted neck as if she might be able to prize the noose around her windpipe loose, but without a body simply pawed at it with all the effectiveness of a dainty breeze. The mare little more than a blue glowing echo of her former self, her residual essence like a ghost that remained tethered to this plane to be little more than this maggot’s plaything.

The mare was not able to comprehend that her very essence had been torn from her body, as her mind was disorientated from the force of having her life force physically ripped from her earthly body by magical means. The mare’s body little more than an artic blue aura, that had the consistency of a fine mist, leaving the pervading tendrils on full display as they wormed about in her semi-opaque ghost.

Belle squirming as she felt her marehood yawning, the pointed tip tapping the top of a non-existent womb, as the feedback reverberated through the web way of nerves that were in the body currently up to its wide waist in pulsing gullet. There was no flesh to feel, yet she did, the queer sensations wracking Belle’s brain as she comprehended oblivion as she endured the traumatizing out of body experience. The earth pony able to see her lower holes as if she were looking in a mirror, her depravity cavity and ponut both clenching as the monster worked its way over her hips before with a single swallow her cadaver was reduced to just her lower legs and two-toned tail, as the rest was replaced by a dull vaguely equine shaped bulge.


The plush flesh of that tender area soon to be lost forever as with another swallow and a moist gulp what little remained of Belle’s body was slowly oozing down towards the stomach. the tail creeping in behind the lump, as the beast’s lips puckered as it slowly slurped the tassel of hair down as if savouring the taste of its conquest. The black and red tuft soon gone, as the corpse completed its trip down the gullet as the silent swelling came to rest about halfway down the creature’s length, where no doubt its stomach lay. A roughly hourglass shape discernible under the ebony skin, as the leathery frame conformed to the curvaceous shape of the mare meat beneath. Belle knowing all too well that in time such features would round out as the creature digested its luxurious lunchmeat into nothing more than a pony protein soup.

The ingestion of her body putting further pressure on the already dire situation Belle found herself in, as if her body was turned into a mare meatball or equine stew she would be unable to return to the cooling flesh and was destined to either ascend to the afterlife or spend eternity wandering the earth. The earth pony flailing and grunting like a feral animal in a trap, but she could do nothing as the worm continued to assault her with its metronome-like thrusts as it ignored her mewls of plight.

The mare was spirited, earth ponies were stubborn by nature, and they refused to capitulate until they were broken in. In Belle’s case, it was a little late to wear down her rubber as soon the moist meat between her legs would be but a broth, but it was never too late for some post-mortem fiddling. The mare’s cries going unanswered as little by little her will was shattered by the methodical pulses of a malleable hydrostatic skeleton. Belle shuddering and twitching but in the end, she was unable to do anything but clench as her body was battered from both ends by marauding rams. By the time the orange rimmed portal opened upon the crown of her head to reunite her with her simmering body, she was little more than a quivering cloud of former self. Such tenderizing exactly as the worm had intended, as now slack Belle’s soul easily slipped past the jawless mouth as the annelid inhaled her just as easily as one might drink a glass of water.

The glow of a soul visible through the beast’s interior for a time before dimming into nothing like a fire burning out. The creature taking everything from the weak pony as it had entombed both her body and soul in its more powerful frame, as soon enough the two aspects would be bound back together as a small deposit that flies might pick after a few days of processing……..

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Well shit, it looks like Southern Belle ran into a reaper worm, atleast her soul and body will be reunited in the stomach after a salacious molesting session.

Another soul vore collaboration between me and Crazy Water ( https://derpibooru.org/profiles/Crazy+Water ).

Southern Belle belongs to Railphotos


the colouring on this piece was done by askhypnoswirl :)

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