“Just give in, you’re just a future cumstain now,” mumbled Bug blissfully, as there were few things she enjoyed more than the warm feeling of a freshly ingested Kirin squirming within her. The toasty touch of the curled up equine reminiscent of freshly cooked bread, as their bodies naturally produced a latent heat like a living hot water bottle. The spicy species serving as an exotic distraction from more mundane pony prey, and because of this Bug always jumped at the opportunity to turn one into a swaying swelling in her stern stomach.

Of course, the temptation on the taste buds was not the only orifice option that the poor creature could occupy, and once in a while Bug would experiment with her other holes if she felt her victim was passive enough to serve as a suitable testbed. Bug being careful, as she was mindful of the flamey outbursts that Kirin were known for, and the last thing she wanted was to singe her snatch as she slotted the squirming slut into the swampy cavity. Pepper too lost in her drunken stupor to struggle, as her body slid into the throbbing taint, as soon her long horn was parting the cervix and she was bunching up in Bug’s womb in a smooth transition from person to protrusion. The Kirin taking a well-trodden path like countless prey before her, and in no time at all Pepper was reduced to a large lump in Bug’s barrel and a tufted tail wafting weakly from the pony’s plush private parts.

Bug smirking as the startled sounds of panic began to emanate from inflated innards as the mass of mare sitting above her hips began to come to terms with her soggy predicament and struggle. The low muffled meeps of confusion tickling Bug’s core as the slight movements magnified the sensation of Pepper’s frizzy fur as she bucked blindly in the dark confines of the earth pony’s baby bakery. The heat of the organ like an oven, as Pepper squirmed as best she could in the bent fetal position she had been folded into so that her chin rested south of her belly button as the navel shivered with each shallow breath as Bug held her securely with her powerful pelvic floor.

Pepper was unable to express herself in the stifling space, as only her lively tail was left to worm discontentedly from the moist folds as she quaked Bug’s belly as she quivered. Bug hugging the moving mass within her as she clenched her body and easily contained the protests from Pepper as the mare was unable to mount any more than a light fidgeting from her compromised position. Bug feeling the mare tensing beneath her skin, as the earth pony nipped the resistance in the bud with a strong squeeze. The compression causing a wet noise of escaping gas, as Bug removed a lot of the stale air from her undulating uterus, as the sensations of slowing struggle echoed through her bloated body cavity as most of Pepper’s fight bled with the sudden gust of grubby wind.

The sudden soppy squall leaving Pepper jiggling, before she went rigid and still as she realized she was trapped and would inevitably succumb to the dark and deviant cavern she was cooped up in. Bug impressed she still had the sense not to enter her Nirik form, as that was the fastest way to a steamy suffocation, like a few of the more unfortunate Kirin to grace the mardy mare’s gut. The attempts of escape shifting to settling spasms, as with her legs tucked to her belly Pepper could do little more than wait to see what Bug intended to do with her now that she was contained in the sauna-like sack.

“That’s right, behave, I would have hated to yank your tail and end our fun early,” whispered Bug as she embraced her massive midriff, as she began to explore the curves of her conquest through the tight fur coat the Kirin had been forced to wear, renewing her meal’s writhing. The shifting weight within her causing nerves to nip as the tactile touch of the tucked-up mare left sensual shadows upon Bug’s tender innards. The sensation’s blending into one as Bug experienced the full shape of Pepper’s body as she flinched under slow strokes of Bug’s hard hooves as she kneaded the balled-up babe like fresh dough. Pepper just whimpering as her tail twitched erratically, as the thick tuft scuffed against the floor like a prismatic broom. The unrestricted limb snaking and twirling as Bug held back on slurping it, as the ticking motions of confused struggles dug into every fold and divit of her vagina like a dynamic dildo. The stimulation adding a thick coating of coitus cologne to glaze the muted shades of Pepper’s coat, matting the glossy fur with a soupy salacious secretion. Pepper trembling as Bug manipulated her, as soon the earth pony had a skin-tight seal around the packaged Kirin, who was claustrophobically crammed into the smallest and most economical position her volume allowed without the tell-tale crunches of her biology being forced to fit.

Bug feeling the mare give up, Pepper going through the motions of surrender, as with her air rapidly diminishing to little more than second-hand fumes the mare’s body betrayed her as her stiffly scrunched body could no longer cope with the hostile venue of Bug’s reproductive system. Pepper’s tail waving weakly, as now it was stained with sexual sauce it acted like a passion-laced paintbrush as it dimly dabbled against the floor, before with a shudder it went still as Bug’s passenger capitulated to her crushing core.

“There we go, give in to sleep,” ordered Bug, as she squeezed the top of her womb, and let out a low fart that rippled off the slit as she took away the last of Pepper’s air in a final juicing jab. The Kirin a compliant snatch snack, just as Bug had expected much to the earth pony’s enjoyment as though troublemakers wriggled more it was always good to snuff a skank with a poor survival instinct. The mare giving up the ghost peacefully as even her death spasm was slow, the carbon dioxide impeding nerve impulses leaving the last rattle more like water draining from a sink then a frantic flail of nerves lost and getting conflicting orders. Bug blushing as she contained the convulsions which after a few sporadic sloshing spasms went still for the last time as the Kirin gave up the ghost in a stuttering hiss as the womb wall smothered her in an in-utero drowning.


“Now let’s see how much cum your cute cadaver will make,” said Bug through a smirk, her cheeks glowing like rubies from the thrill of throttling her prey to death with her ravenous sex. The mare having one last touch of Pepper’s garnet scales beneath her skin, before with a clench and a crunch, Bug set about turning Pepper into a slut slurry….


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O' dear Bug has captured a Kirin, and it seems after a few pints the mare is more then willing to experiment on which hole to insert the spicy pepper.

My sixth sketch from  Silent_E 's patreon.

This one again coloured by my friend  plaguetyranno

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