Sometimes unwilling prey simply lacked the capacity to give a meaningful stomach struggle. It wasn’t their fault as not everyone has such a strong survival instinct to find their final marinating minutes spent bucking about in a frenzied fervour and it was not uncommon to find a mare meal or stallion snack who simply curled up and capitulated to being a quivering ball of fresh lunchmeat. The stress of ingestion simply too much for some individuals to handle, and like a deer in the headlights, they would freeze the moment they struck the stomach waters.

Bug not minding this apprehension, as it allowed her an easy task of folding up her food within her and fully exploring the unresponsive flesh she had stowed in her swollen midriff. The dull outline of an earth pony mare clear as day straining a dull shape within Bug’s bulging belly, as she seemed to have accepted her fate and was patiently waiting to melt away. The lack of any fight disappointing, as not even distressed meeps emanated from the bulbous barrel, leaving just the gentle gurgle of the gastric chamber coming to a boil. The grey glutton savouring the surprisingly sweet aftertaste of her tucked away quarry as her stern hooves provided the last few light prods required to contort her snack in an unbearably cramped fetal position. The economical pose tried and tested to prevent any stubborn right angles from the condensing cadaver from causing unwanted blockages during the speedy sluicing Bug had in mind for this snivelling slut.

The earth pony still surprised that Filthy Rich had been so upfront about his digestive divorce with his spoiled spouse, and Bug was happy to oblige as the greedy mare was never one to pass on free food. The offer of a matrimonial meal gladly taken, and in a few strong swallows, the posh purple-haired pony was nothing more than a large lump sagging Bug’s stomach. Filthy Rich being kind enough to provide a fine wine to wash his wife down, as Bug was sure that the stallion had saved a fortune in hiring her to make partner problems “disappear”. With the troublesome MILF now stomached, it was just a matter of leaning back and watching her benefactor's worries melt away as biology took its lysing course.

Spoiled Rich not saying a word at the plight of her situation, as her pampered hide began to itch as the enzymes caked her like sugar glazing as the kneading baker of the stomach began to massage her like rejuvenated sourdough. The mare perhaps trying to die with some dignity, her stuck up sense of self-importance preventing her from grovelling like some lesser pony, but in the end, it just made her a boring banquet as Bug jabbed her gut in a fruitless attempt to get a rise out of the packed away pony. The upper crust mare’s bland belly dance unappealing, and with no fun to be had Bug resigned herself to pulping the pony as swiftly as possible so she could waddle home with an inconspicuous potbelly.

Bug tensing her tummy and putting her hard hooves on the scrunched-up form within her as she began to roll her gut rhythmically like a steam train picking up pace. The feminine form within her still offering some composure, but that would soon crumble once the acid sizzled away at her mollycoddled meat. Power digestion always a risky process as the sudden liquidation of prey always ran the possibility of giving the mardy mare the runs. The shape in her gut giving a convulsing shudder as the walls clamped down and a roar of gastric gyrations rang out like a rumbling engine. Bones creaking as tendons frayed before with a sloshing squelch and a crackling crunch Spoiled imploded into a gory mess as she faltered in the festering abyss.

The sounds ringing out like cooking popcorn as bones and gristle gave to Bug’s more powerful biology in the sloshing storm. Spoiler’s death spasm rocking out like a bucking dance as her legs buckled and shattered into shards of spent calcium, as her prim and presentable body disintegrated in a flurry of flesh. The mare’s eye-catching volume retained and redistributing as she took a more molten composure forming a meatball stew of rended muscle and spend viscera. Bug enjoying the feeling as her taut tummy began to deflate, as the former female turned broth bled into her bowels as the predator claimed her calories. Bug feeling a burp brewing, as her belly bubbled away to the caustic chorus within, as based on the pace Spoiled had slushed she knew soon she would have a classy dinner date to dump…..

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It seems Filthy Rich has grown tired of his wife Spoiled; thankfully he knows just the mare to help make his problems quickly disappear.

A gift sketch that was done by my friend Cello-horse on discord who can be found here: https://derpibooru.org/profiles/Spyro%2527s%2BAryanne .

I then got the sketch coloured by my friend  plaguetyranno

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