Bug sipped her drink as she sat at the bar, the mare eyeing a cream earth pony sitting beside her happily chugging a pint. Bug’s amber eyes taking glances at the mare as her stomach grumbling as it grew inpatient as it demanded something more filling then cider. The calculating mare, pondering her as a candidate, for a late-night dinner date, her tongue skirting her lips as it already craved the meal to come, as she placed her empty mug down with a dull thump, her mind made up that the brunette to her right was to be her midnight snack. Bug vaguely aware that the mare’s name was Moon Hoek and that she was an out of towner, making her a perfect candidate for a spell in the stomach as Bug was confident that no one would miss her if she was relegated to a lively lump swaying from her barrel.

A plan going through Bug’s head as her belly continued to moan like a baby bird begging for sustenance.
Her options to discretely dispatch her quarry limited, but when her eyes saw the toilet a lightbulb lit up in her head, not unlike the light festooning her flank. The mare smirking to herself before ordering another drink as now it was simply a waiting game. Her eyes continuing to dress Moon Hoek down, as Bug attempted to decipher the random letters that seemed to make up this slut’s tramp stamp, just in case there might be some hidden surprise from her succulent supper.

No such thing’s manifested, and soon enough the mare rose to relive the pressure in her bladder as the piss offered here tended to go right through ponies. Such a brazen act of predation uncharacteristic of Bug, as she preferred a stealthier swallow than a blatant grab and gulp, though in such a controlled hunting ground as this she could afford to be a little more brazen. The bar basically deserted baring a few gruff-looking stallions who looked a bit too far into the cups to be cognisant enough to leap to Moon’s aid once she made the terminal transition into Bug’s belly. The Pub nearly deserted, so much that it made Bug flinch when she heard her stool scrape as she stood up, the earth pony freezing for a second as if her disturbance might startle her quarry like a quail.

The mare scaring herself, before with a smile walked her way towards the little mare’s room, leaving the low murmur of idle conversation behind her. Bug pushing the door open with her hoof to be met with the cold air of the water closet and the soft citrus smell of bleach that served as the spaces eau de toilette. The tiled floor frigid on Bug’s frogs as she saw Moon emerge from a cubical and obliviously going to wash her hooves. Bug giving a quick gander to see the other cubicles were vacant and so confident in their privacy she casually locked the door with a bone-chilling clung. The tumblers shutting echoing out, causing Moon to look up and glance over her slender shoulder to inspect the disturbance.

“Huh, what are you doing?!” Questioned Moon, her ears pricking up as she was startled by the intruder. The mare confused as she saw Bug’s hoof resting on the polished chrome of the door handle before it gave a waggle to make sure the exit was sealed. Bug wanting to be sure her prey would not make a bolt for it as she would rather not gorge herself of the rest of the pubs' occupants to cover her tracks. The mare ignoring Moon’s question as she closed the gap without a word, prompting the earth pony to repeat herself as she turned around.

The mare not even making the rotation before Bug was on top of her, the earth ponies firm hooves grabbing Moon and pulling her close as Bug seized her as easily as a gardener might pluck a weed. The assertive action tilting moon as she had seen the mare glancing at her from the bar, but she had not expected her to come on to her so confidently. The pose Moon was forced into a perverted cuddle, as Bug slotted up to her so their barrels practically touched, forelegs draped over her hips as she began to grope Moon’s tensing backside. Bug squeezing Moon’s rump as it inspecting the bubbly bottom, as the pale mare opened her mouth to reprimand her molester for the unwanted attention.

“Shut it flank fat, you are fodder now,” said Bug sternly, like a schoolteacher scolding an infant. Her golden eyes looking into Moon’s with an unquenchable want, leaving the mare even more confused at the cryptic sentence. The mare trying to pull back her mouth opening to scream for help, but she never got the chance as with a shunt Bug pushed her onto the counter and demonstrated exactly what she meant to the panicked pony. The heat of Bugs breath dancing over Moon’s muzzle before with an assertive lunge and the pop of parting jaws the grey mare took her prize.

Moon’s shrill scream catching in Bug’s throat causing the stifled call for aid to be nothing more than a light tickling on the predators’ tonsils. The wall of heat that was the entrance to the throat all encapsulating as with a single audible swallow Moon’s entire head was rudely yanked into her sweltering sarcophagus. Bug grateful that her victim was an earth pony, as that meant the swallowing would be slick and simply with no excess limbs or twinkling magic getting in the way. The mare starting to fight already as the shock of having her entire skull slurped into a pulsating gullet was enough of a slap to kick start her instincts. The mare bucking about as the pull of peristalsis began to ripple over her cringing cheeks, as her forelegs fumbled about to try and gain leverage on Bug’s chest to stop her transition to a swelling shaking in Bug’s middle.

The worming weak, as Bug continued to slide down Moon’s slender neck. Drool coating the disorientated mare’s mane, matting it down as her fur was rendered streamline for easy ingestion. Bug effortlessly taking this medium-sized mare, as she barely had to pause to surmount the shoulders. Bug’s lips seeming to glide as she coasted over her spittle grease grub, as the drool oiled mare was enveloped like a rolling tide. The waves of the oesophagus pulling Moon into the moist depths one inch at a time, as Bug seemed to coast over the feminine form no differently than the pints, she had partaken in.

Moon trying to fight her assailant, but with a few stern jolts, the meeping mare was pressed into a powerless position unable to do anything but quiver and listen to the sounds of saliva crackling as it oozed from unseen glands to prep her for her short slide to the stomach. Bug forcing her to sit shuddering on the cold countertop, her hind legs giving a few flicks that were easily absorbed by Bug’s firm knees. Bug leaning in as she felt her innards stretch to accommodate Moon’s hyperventilating barrel. Each raise and fall of the heaving ribs causing a raspberry to echo out of Bug’s body cavity as the mares flaring nostrils now sat behind the sternum that resonated nicely as she butted against it as she impotently squirmed.

Bug murmuring slightly as she experienced Moon’s flavour. The mare’s natural seasoning nothing special, just the normal rich taste of equine flesh, as it lacked the spice of magic or an exotic body wash to add further seasoning to her struggling snack. Moon’s forelegs soon entombed in formfitting flesh as she was bundled into the straining chute, leaving her frogs to flick helplessly as they rolled over the teeth and were packed into the throbbing throat. The heat of bug’s core causing Moon to break into a sweat as the sound of the ocean and her own hammering heart were drowned out by the infernal engine that was her devours insidious innards.

Moon’s lips kissing the sphincter sitting at the top of the stomach, as her svelte skull came to a rest at the spongy gateway to the gut. The ring of muscle easing open, as a pert portal soon yawned wide enough to squeeze the grimacing head through the tight threshold. Moon gagging as a stale stench of simmering cider hit her nose, as the tart air stung her sinuses with their caustic caress. The mare unable to do anything but grit her teeth and close her eyes as she fell into this vile pool of waiting stomach juices. The mare marinating in it for a second before she was forced to fold as Bug’s relentless gullet continued to force the fidgeting mare further into swelling stomach.

Bug’s lips rippling over each set of ribs as if she were strumming a xylophone, before she was cradling Moon’s hips in her maw. Bug’s hooves playfully exploring her meal, teeth pinching, hooves squeezing as she felt her fill of the quivering feminine flesh filling her gob. The feeling of Moon’s anus contracting as Bug’s hoof skirted over the soft star going nicely with the cunt convulsing as the mons was dabbled as Bug took stock of the tender area. The mare fast to violate the intimate zone with her curious touch before with a strong contraction as if she were cocking a gun, she engulfed the glutes in a single glugging gulp.

The action straightening Moon’s legs before with a clap her thighs came together like cymbals wobbling from the blow before being inhaled no different than the rest of the mare. The feeding all downhill from here as the legs and flickering tail tapered to a pair of twitching hooves. Bug’s tongue snaking under the trembling tips, before retracting pulling them past the precipice and with a wavering wobble of the Uvula and a soft swallow, they were cast off to join the rest of their owner curled up in the Bug’s now bulging belly. Bug licking her lips as she savoured her mare-sized meal before she began to prob her protruding barrel to force her food into a comfortable position for digestion.

Moon forced to contort into a spine straining position as she was practically folded in half, her head pressed to her groan leaving her legs sprawled out at odd angles as her bones creaked in discomfort. The mare terrified as the dank darkness growled around her as it geared up to digest the hefty haul of meat Moon’s body would muster once she was sufficiently sluiced for the intestines to have their way with her. the mare instinctually trying to push back, but from her scrunched-up position she could do nothing but lightly jostle, as the stomach clamped down to subdue its unruly contents.

The nip of acids already caressing Moon’s hide as she mewled weakly, Bug’s unfeeling hooves goading her ever tighter, as she cared little other than getting the earth pony into an economical position for digestion. The mare’s eyes stinging as the acrid acid in the small pocket of air spurred the mare on, as she could already feel her more soft spots lysing in the enzyme broth. Her protests doping nothing other than eliciting Bug to let out a low burp, as she took away a large part of Moon’s already depleted atmosphere. Bug stroking her stomach as she felt the fearful shakes within, before she slowly wiped her lips, and let her stomach sway as she returned to all four’s meal in tow.

The sudden change of perspective causing Moon to grunt, the hot breath from her half-inflated lungs tickling her loins as two sets of lips were close to kissing. The mare unable to see anything as she felt Bug move back towards the door as she unlocked it as though nothing had happened before retracing her steps and picking a cubical to hunker down in and process her pony shaped dinner. Moon couldn’t see anything as the ribbed stomach began to knead her with its corrugated lining, as the muscular sack already felt as though it intended to pop her frail form like an elephant might a melon. The wrapper of flesh surrounding her rocking slightly as Bug mounted the toilet and reclined so that her massive midriff sat snuggly on her lap. The earth pony’s hoof coming to the lump that was Moon’s head before slowly stroking the taut skin, as if she intended to ruffle the ingested equines mane.

“Hush… It will be over soon,” Bug said Calmly, as if there was no point fighting the inevitable. The thought of being reduced to a ball of visceral gore simmering in this stuffy stomach forcing Moon to rock her cell as she desperately tried to prevent the unavoidable outcome of her swim in the stomach. the stomach tensing as Bug’s core and pelvic floor seemed to work in tandem to further suffocate the already fettered mare, leaving nothing more than a light animated quaking as Moon tried to escape her bonds. The thought making Bug smirk, as she knew full well the magically challenged mare would be taking the back exit when it was her time to leave.

“No… No… Curl up,”

“I need to get you nice and tight, so you will melt away smoothly,” explained Bug as she felt the form within her. The shadow of the mare visible under her short-term fur coat, as Bug prodded and probed in exploration of the soon to be liquidated assets. Bug chuckling to herself, as she could feel the full-grown female bunched up into a space not fit for someone of her volume, and she could not wait for the sweet sound of a pop and the spasm that was sure to follow then the mares biology failed on her. the death rattle always followed by a raunchy burp as what little air dwelled in this squirming sluts’ lungs was let out in a shower of spit, concluding a hearty feast. For now though, the firm weight of an entire mare’s biomass was pressing down on top of Bug’s marehood creating a steam that needed relieving, so snaking her hoof between her bulbous belly and her thick thigh she began to see to this carnal need….


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Here we have the end result of a fun collaboration I did with moonhoek who did this wonderful comic my lemon accompanies.

In this adventure, Bug decides to dine out and visits her local public house to partake in pony prey. Moon Hoek happened to be an ideal candidate and in the relative seclusion of the ladies toilet, the grey glutton struck claiming her meal for the evening. I hope you guys enjoy this little adventure :)

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