The last clench was a certain thrill that Bug always enjoyed when she concluded another of her backdoor banquets. The incessant hammering of panicked hooves clawing at the rubbery ring of her puckered ponut always bringing a salacious smile to Bug’s face as the sphincter slurped up the fidgeting frogs in a final slow swallow. The aching anus then nibbling any lingering mane or tail before winking gently as it sealed closed to secure the last vestiges of her quivering quarry.

Unicorns, Pegasus earth ponies all gave the same terrified twitch before they were enveloped in the horrendous heat of Bug’s lower bowel. The sudden motion of her meal sinking into her ductwork the crescendo of confused convulsions before the writhing resistance began to fade as the hapless equine succumbed to the pressure of the pulsing piping. The ticking twitches little more than the survival reflex of an evolutionary dead end as instinct prompted the pitiful prey to one last desperate spasm as if the drunken motion might be their salvation.

This familiar feeling sure to repeat itself with the bat pony braying in her bum hole, as a pair of purple hooves waved weakly from the twinkling tailhole as if such feeble motions might prevent the inevitable. The mare slithering into the poop chute smoothly as even though she was shrieking up a storm as she voiced her disdain at the rectal roost, not that Bug cared of the opinions of her struggling suppository.

Her name was Lunar, though Bug had failed to catch the second part of the nocturnal pony’s name before she had rammed her roughly up her rear port. Not that it mattered as the elastic flesh was already eagerly attempting to ease closed to fully accommodate the lively lump that had been the bat pony forming in her bloated barrel. The mass swaying as the bucking bat bulge tried to prevent her looming brewing into a batch of freshly baked bowel brownies. Bug more than capable of liquidating the thrashing assets within her into nothing but a slop of shattered proteins and other troublesome indigestible echoes of a processed pony. The flurry of activity on the dark side of her anus causing glistening stands of mucous to leak from the straining sphincter as Bug’s well verse biology oiled her vulnerable victim for optimum easy of ingestion.

“That’s right…. Keep wriggling, its worked so well for you so far,” moaned Bug, the sudden motions forcing her to arch her back and bite her lip to contain her mounting pleasure as each frantic flail jostled her innards as the weight of a full-grown mare pressed down on her baby factory with zealous vigour. The urge to live driving strong spasms out of the mare, as she gagged in the tart tunnels that was Bug’s winding poop chute, providing further imperative to the motions as Lunar did everything in her limited power to try and escape this hellish place.

The bat pony going all out as she bared her fangs in a feeble attempt to gnaw out of her festering fetters like some sort of caged rat. The whole episode a farce as confined to the colon Lunar could do little but tickle the taut flesh entombing her, leaving a morphing impression of her whining features in Bug’s grey fur as she pressed out against her suffocating surroundings. The audacity commendable, but fruitless as with a final tensing of her pelvic floor Bug claimed her prize with an oozing chug of her lower cavity that displaced the hapless bat pony past the precipice of the dilated abyss.

Bug shivering as she felt the worming lump Lunar had been reduced to slip ever deeper as she snaked into the velvety embrace of the kneading lumen. The colon canal greased and ready for the bat pony’s transition into little more than a squirming sausage awaiting digestion, wiggling weakly as she awaited her appointment with oblivion. The digestive destiny Bug had chosen for her looming as the gust growled around us on her long slog to the stomach unable to do anything but mewl as phlegm matted her plumb coat with greasy smears.

“There we go, now relax and enjoy the ride,” prodded Bug, as she knew the lightweight lunch had a long journey ahead of her as she glided through the intestines on her way to the waiting gut. The mare soon slathered in secretions, greasing her for a calm costing on the revers water slight as Lunar was lapped with warm and bitter bile sprayed forth from unseen glands. A mixture of enzymes and emulsifiers basting her in the sweltering core of her captor, as the mare enjoyed every echo of the entrapped mare within her.

Bug’s dock lowering, as she leaned down to rest her weight upon her contorting cargo, eager to feel the last weak wobbles that would come just before the oversized buttplug’s heart fluttered to a stagnant stop……


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Hmm, it looks like another bat pony is going to be padding Bug's plot in the near future ;)

my eighth sketch from  Silent_E 's patreon

Again coloured by my friend  plaguetyranno who as normal has been stellar.

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