The stirring of the stomach as digestion took root was always strong. Bug’s digestive system well versed in the processing of horse meat, and it was wasting no time pulping the portion of pony it had been dealt with. Pinkie’s body slowly compacting to a series of sharp crackles and poignant pops as the gut compressed like a trash compactor as the persistent kneading tenderized the tensing thrall of rigour Mortis.

The sterns stiffness soon slipping as Pinkie slowly smoothed into a masticated meatball. The defined shape of a fetally folded earth pony soon lost into little more than a warm sphere as the mare was ground into a protein-rich pulp. The stomach acid sloshing in rumbling waves as the enzymes were worked into the paste so that the lysing cells offered the largest possible surface area for their relentless snipping.

Skin, muscle, organs, bone all were mangled together into a ball of simmering gore, as little by little the thick stew was pumped into the waiting intestines for the villi to fondle worth from the bubbling broth. The sounds of digestion loud as Bug’s gastric system worked overtime breaking Pinkie down into her base components to be sluiced through her lower piping. The mare’s stomach warm, blood flow dancing through it like a spider’s web as her entire frame focused on the biodegrading of such a sweet treat. The lungs gently rising and falling as little by little the stomach shrank as Pinkie was converted into a gristly soup reducing her presence to her liquid volume. Every part of the mare reduced to ruin, as her skull caved in a sudden implosion to join her shattered hips as soon not a single intact bone remained in the swirling stomach.

Bug snoring through all of this, as her belly by morning was little more than a paunchy muffin top propped up by Pinkie’s more stubborn components and the unusable biomass packing out her back passage. The mare fidgeting slightly as she slept, blissfully basking in the sheltered storm that was raging in her stomach as her guts sifted through the lingering slop. The sun rising as shadows danced through the window betwixt golden rays shedding light on the greatly diminished lump of what had once been Pinkie Pie. The gut grumbling slightly as it worked on the pitted nubs of bone still loitering in the strained stomach, the remnants clattering together as little by little they were eroded to dust by the goading hand of the muscular gastric sleeve.

Bug beginning to stir as a familiar pressure settled on the dark side of her anus reminding her it would soon be time to let out her surprise snack. The mare’s hooves coming to her midriff as she subconsciously felt the firm reconstituted remains of the party planner within her, a small burp reminding Bug of the taste of her fermented flesh. It was a sweet peace, leaving Bug to twitch gently as her brain began to awake, as the plump ponies frame was invigorated by the crop of calories it had leached from the metabolized sugar rush. The sight cute but the moment would eventually pass, as eventually, she would have to open her eyes and make a dirty deposit…………


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Well, Pinkie seemed to digest nicely.

Part two of a gift from  TheWindrunner that I hope you guys enjoy.

Part one can be found here: https://aryion.com/g4/view/600892

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