“Everyone is staring you know…” Whispered Vinyl, the words eliciting an exasperated gasp from within her swollen stomach as a snippet of the external situation renewed the stifled struggles in the swaying space. The nature of the squirming vibrating through the unicorn’s body cavity pleasantly, as blissful fidgets probing at her private places shifted into distressed twitches of panicked protest as though the sheets had been torn off in the middle of some debaucherous bedroom activity.

“Vinyl! I told you not to tell anypony!” came a weak whine from within the white mare, as her packed away partner meeped her discontent at the sudden discovery. The belly bouncing slightly as Octavia bucked her hips as best she could, within the bounds of her claustrophobic confinement, though it amounted to little more than bumbling bumps dancing across Vinyl’s bloated barrel. The motions half-hearted as the cellist was simply too refined to descend into a thrashing tantrum as the scene would surely stain her reputation for years.

“Did you? I thought you wanted everypony to know how much of a grovelling gut slut you were, well at least that was what you said after 3 glasses of strawberry wine,” teased Vinyl, before she leaned forward to put her weight on her massive midsection to contain the jibbing jabs of her cooped up cargo. The unicorn resting on her moving midriff and putting her hooves up allowing her to fully enjoy the slight jerking jiggles of her belly bed, as it always bemused her how fast her friend was to fluster. The entombed earth pony letting out a grunt as the walls came down on her making the cramped conditions all the worse as she was pinned against the floor.

“I told you that in confidence……” murmured the mare, her cheeks growing flush with embarrassment at the thought of strangers knowing the fetishes she fondled her folds to. Such uncouth things directly detrimental to the refined image the musician liked to project, and here she was wallowing in stomach acid like some street slut, the shame alone making the mare moist as she wormed weakly in the oppressive gut of her prodding partner.

“And I told you I relish the opportunity to pinch off prissy ponies like you,” retorted Vinyl, the words hammed up as entered her complete control over the contained Cellist. Octavia unable to do much more than wince and tic as Vinyl ran her hoof over the packed away performer’s dull curves, savouring the shudders of her trusting treat. Vinyl letting Octavia tire, before she continued as she wanted her prey to hear what was to come over the sound of her own body gearing up to digest the lesser songsmith.

“Now then, are you going to behave, or am I going to have to burp you?” threatened Vinyl as she tried to coerce compliance from her sophisticated snack with an easily enforced ultimatum. Octavia letting out a grumble at even the thought of such a suggestion, her maintained frogs pressing against the muscular stomach wall pitching awkward tents in the pliable flesh as she refused to accept the authority Vinyl’s appetite afforded her.

“…Or would you like that, a little burp and I can watch you dance, as you give me your swan song,” joked Vinyl offering her dinner an equally acceptable alternative, as a classic convulsion was always a great way to end an encounter. Vinyl giving a smug sigh as she felt Octavia slacken off a bit, the mare mumbling some obscenities, that that failed to escape through the ivory veil surrounding her. Vinyl not paying it much mind, as the earth pony knew the drill all too well as this was far from their first time exploring the DJ’s plumbing. The procedure for departure usually uniform; fetal position, burp, life over, all in the pursuit of perverse pleasure before a slightly more padded predator dumped their dinner date the morning after.

“Vinyl, this is so humiliating, you can be such a…….” retorted Octavia, before with a sudden gust the air was pulled from her lungs as her devourer let out a raunchy belch like a foghorn.

BWARP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Vinyl letting Octavia jerk for a moment as the stomach sleeve fell in on her like a caustic clamp to claim its prize. The disorientated motions drunken as the mare began to drown in the depths, before Vinyl graciously renewed her suffocating snack’s air leaving the normally calm mare gasping like a drowned rat. The poor pony’s pussy ablaze as a kick of adrenalin hit the engorged flesh like a tidal wave, leaving the sensitive space screaming for attention, as the earth pony was reminded of her own fallibility.

“You did not just burp me!” spat Octavia after a few haggard lungful’s of stale air. The mare’s body starting to itch as she felt the steamy embrace of soaking stomach acid against her matted main and phlegm glaze fur. The matter made all the worse by the rosy hue painting her muzzle as the shock of such a sudden snuffing sparked the urge for one last thrill within her quaking ovaries. The yearning of biological imperative calling to her, as the feeling of complete impotence, glared down on her as she knew at this point, she was completely at the mercy of Vinyl’s whims. The unicorn well versed in playing with Octavia’s position of powerlessness, and was fast to double down on her direct domination, as the unicorn had little doubt this saucy back and forth would spring a leak in the stomach swimmers snatch after a few more steamy sentences as she floundered in the festering furnace of her core.

“What was that? I didn’t know food had an opinion,” chided Vinyl, a smirk springing to her face as she felt Octavia’s thighs tense within her from the degrading statement. The contorted mare’s body language disenable through the stomach lining, giving soft shadows in the surrounding muscles as she began to get comfortable in the kneading abyss, she sat bundled in. The mare’s head pushing out into the spongy sheath surrounding her, craning her neck slightly as an undefined imprint of her muzzle formed a bulbous bump just below Vinyl’s sternum.

“No, no, it’s a tight ball for you,” said Vinyl slowly, as she pressed a hoof to the stray snout and pushed it back inwards as she forced Octavia to fold into a neat little ball so she could melt away without issue. The mare responding to her forced posture by slipping a hoof between her legs as she began to tentatively touch her taint, not yet mustering the need to polish the sensitive silver as she was unsure if Vinyl would renew her stale atmosphere.

“Vinyl…. When I get out of here, Celestia help me…” started Octavia as she tried to put up some petty resistance to Vinyl’s overwhelming control.

“Ah yes, when you get out of there, well then I will have to think of a place to pinch you off….” Shot back Vinyl before the encumbered earth pony could even finish. The interaction nearing its climax, and perverted promises would soon be cast as based on the increasing speed of the crotch rubbing rustling within her Octavia had dropped the prudent facade in the privacy of another gastric system.

“What do you think of becoming a deposit in a concert portapotty?” suggested Vinyl, before placing a hoof to her chin as she pondered it for a moment and rejected it.

“No, that won’t do, too impersonal, heck no one would be able to tell you apart from that street food that goes right through you, You want everypony to know that you made a cute little skid mark,” rambled Vinyl as she felt Octavia pick up the steam slightly, as she was liking what’s she was hearing as she was casually referred to as the unicorns next passing bowel movement.

“How about a plant pot at the mall? Your cute little bow tie peeking out between the flowers as some dizzy old mares complain about the festering smell your pretty little body will make once it’s a chocolate pulp,” continued Vinyl as she spitballed possible locations to drop off her friend turned faeces.

“ Then again I could just crap you out in a jar and keep you on the mantelpiece like some kind of turd trophy, why how your mother would tut when she came to visit and saw your urn sitting on the mantlepiece…..” Vinyl pausing for a moment as she concluded prematurely as the sentence had caused Octavia to jerk suddenly as though she really liked that salacious suggestion. The shame of such a rectal revelation causing her to plunge her hoof into her already fanned fanny as the tip of her hoof hit the cervix like a piston.

“Octy? Are you okay?” questioned Vinyl dropping character for a second as she had not expected the sudden spasm. The climax of their coitus enthused roleplay still a way away, and she was worried she might have dimmed the lights a bit soon for her liking. the coitus convulsion taking the unicorn off guard, as for a moment she thought her biology might have gotten a bit carried away and ended the fun prematurely.

“Please…. Please don’t tell my mom…….” mumbled a bliss enthused Octavia, in words closer to a coo than an actual confirmation of her wellbeing as the pleading request was saturated in shame, and wanton need. The collected and civilised mask well and truly dropped, as despite the façade of a strong, confident mare, at the heart of it, Octavia was little more than a submissive slut once the regalia of public appearances was discarded when the dirty talk started. Vinyl pondering the appeal for a moment as she savoured the new ammunition, before unleashing a second statement that was sure to quake her quarry’s quim.

“Why wouldn’t I!?” Boomed Vinyl returning back to form with her new lewd leverage. The confidence causing Octavia to shiver in response as her passion piping tightened in an involuntary clench.

“In fact, why don’t I send the shit foal you're going to make to mommy dearest, as I am sure she would love to see what her beloved daughter amounted to,” taunted Vinyl, as she stroked her swollen stomach mulling the reactions of stowed sweetheart. Octavia using the depravity to dig in deep and there was little doubt in the Unicorn’s mind that the mare was knocking on her cervix like a bailiff might a debtor’s door.

“She would probably faint at just the thought, as all that time invested in the apple of her eye would be wasted as your career cumulates as little more than a shit snake pinched off by some strangers lax log cutter,” continued Vinyl feigning a dramatic voice, as she knew her passenger was teetering on the precipice of release. The low panting penetrating through Vinyl’s barrel, as an auditory assault in combination with the anoxic atmosphere had the lustful lady massing her mons as she built up steam for blast off.

“Hmm I could save some bits and ship you home in your cello case, it’s not like you’re going to be using doing any more concerts as I seriously doubt a turd can hold down a tune….” Vinyl continuing to chide and chafe her foolish food, before with a primordial scream Octavia locked up as her carnal canal erupted like a collapsing dam as her inhibitions flooded out of her in a pent-up pulse of the pussy. The ball of stress slackening off as Octavia let out a low moan as the building shot of dopamine and endorphins flooded down her spine like a flatlining thermometer. The grey mare’s eyes growing heavy as in the sour straits surrounding her gently closed as the curtain began to set on her self-indulgent session.

Vinyl caressing her bloated belly, as the earth pony within her
nuzzling up to unicorn’s exploring frog, returning the affection as she shared in the all-encompassing intimacy the emotional rollercoaster chugging into the station, as with her air growing tart could not find the energy to stroke out a second wind. The mare zoning out to the sound of Vinyl’s respiratory system ventilating, in unison with the steady wubbing of the unicorn’s strong heart that ticked away at an aroused pace.

“You done?” asked Vinyl as she felt the resistance bleed from her scrunched up significant other, who as contorting slightly to the curvature of the gut. Octavia taking a moment to give a verbal response as she purred out an impassioned exhale, before giving a simple “yes” as it was time to tuck her away to stew. The mare not getting a second one, as with a soft burp her air left her like a candle fading in the night, Vinyl leaving Octavia enough atmosphere for the carbon dioxide to take her so that she could die with some dignity that concluded with one last trembling twitch as expired.

The last thing the earth pony heard was something about Vinyl enjoying her, before her eyes closed and everything went dark as her body packed in as the environment gently came to a boil. The unicorn waiting a few minutes to ensure Octavia was gone, before giving one last gurk to void any lingering air in her gut, giving one last taste of the earth pony’s juices as soon the attractive mare would be little more than a padding of paunch and assorted indigestibles patiently queueing in her colon waiting to be deposited.

Vinyl feeling her body gearing up to sluice her suitor, and with little she could do with her massive middle, the unicorn retired to bed as she had a lot of digesting to do, and hopefully by the time she woke back up Octavia would be ready for round two……….





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“You know you shit yourself when you died,” said Vinyl casually.

“I did not!” blurted out Octavia taken aback the accusation of a dirty protest. Her face going red at even the notion of her bodily functions being mentioned lest it stain her prestigious image.

“You can’t lie Octy, I felt you grow a second tail when you stopped spasming,” chuckled Vinyl as just a few words already had the normally reserved mare blushing. The normally dour earth pony already tilted, her face already flushed as she stood there practically shaking as though she might explode. The vehement denial letting the DJ know she had hit a nickering nerve, which did little to help Octavia’s situation as the unicorn would just keep piling on the teasing fuel as she smirked at the anxious rebuttals of the sweating instrumentalist. Octavia stuttering something, her normally articulate words struggling at the pearly gates as her thoughts jammed her gob in a mad scramble of confused denial as she tried to protect her ingested image. The sight enough to get Vinyl laughing, as it was all too easy to goad a reaction from her at times uptight partner, whose nostrils were flaring even harder now the snickering had started.

“What?! It's not funny! If the ladies at cour….” verbally vomited an aghast Octavia as she tried to assemble an argument, before Vinyl’s hoof came to her lips pursing the wafting worms, as her more dominant friend relived her worrying mind of duty.

“Octy… how would you know? You were dead, well you know for a little bit, not like it matters seeing as I turned all of you into a turd,” explained a bemused Vinyl, her other hoof tracing her congested colon, to highlight that what remained of Octavia’s past self was currently packing the passage like tepid toffee. The hoof stirring loose some gas that escaped as a raunchy fart as if on cue, causing Octavia to recoil slightly at the crass sound. The smell of her marinated form burning her nostrils as for a second, she swore she could taste her own perfume as the sound of Vinyl’s billowing bowels shuddering filled the air in a low rumble.

“Speaking of which it sounds like you’re ready to come out,” veered Vinyl as she felt the mass prodding at her back-door shift slightly as it yearned for release. The stewing scat waiting patiently for release, as Vinyl landed closer and whispered her perverted plan to her flame’s fidgeting ear.

“So why don’t you be a dear and fetch your cello case, and that toy I know you like, and if you behave you can even count the number of horse apples you make, as I am sure such a classy mare like yourself would want to be precise on the postage,” continued Vinyl in the most pompous voice she could muster, as she emulated the snide speech whose sensibilities Octavia had to bow to. The words sinking it as Octavia’s purple eyes gave a needly look as Vinyl felt her muzzle crinkle as she bit her lip before scurrying off to retrieve the perverse props.

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“17,”

“18,”

“19,” counted Octavia in a pinching rhythm as she saw each loaf cut away by a precise pinch of a blinking brown eye. Each wet splat of discarded stick of butt butter conceding with a thrust as the earth pony hilted herself on latex leviathan of matching colour to her currently misplaced bowtie. The uterine prodding pitching a tent in her diaphragm as she rose and fell as though on rough sexual seas, maintaining a metronome to her own excrement as she watched her reconstituted soft-serve frame squeeze through the straining star. The tail hole twinkling as it allowed the greasy dung to pass in a crackling chorus, giving Octavia a good view of her worthless components as she saw the pile of steaming shite continuing to grow as the shit sausages continued to coil out of parted pucker.


“Keep counting….” Grunted Vinyl sweat on her brow as the mountain of processed pony pattered behind her like soggy hail. The poop forming an undefined pile of processed pony that was no different than any other bowel movement baring the sheer amount of scat. Vinyl’s body growing well-versed in converting Octavia into calories, so much so that not even shards of bone or ruined hair were tickling the ajar anus as her condensed carcass turned crap slithered out.

“…. There is plenty more to go, I can still feel you to the bend,” continued Vinyl after a grunt as savoured the massive mass within her begin to vacate on its own as the faecal flow followed the in the slipstream as it slipped out of the splayed sphincter. Vinyl not seeing much need to speak as her actions spoke for themselves as the disgusting deluge did the talking for her as Octavia breathed in her former weight in metabolized mud. The sight of her new filthy form driving her forward as she bucked up and down on the salacious spear with such vigour she felt as though she might tear herself asunder.

The promise of more manure promising a long performance, as in the fresh air mixed with her own marinated fertilizer gave the earth pony plenty of energy for her bodily pursuits. Octavia’s lips moving on their own as she just continued to count, seeing the number rise ever higher as though there was no end in sight of the mess a single sluiced slut would make. The mare zoning out, as the twenties flew by in what felt like seconds, as she returned from her deprived daydream still somehow keeping her turd tally.


“34,”

“35,”

“36,” Octavia growing breathless as her pelvic floor tightened as she knew there was not long left until as all this pressure popped like a musky water balloon and she let her shame show when her snatch spurted out a sticky song to the gyrating of dancing hips. Vinyl starting to feel empty as the firm flow of logs began to wane as her anal evacuation eased as her body began to end the strenuous squeeze. The alabaster mare turning around to give Octavia a good view of her dumps dernière danse, as the sight of the battered bumhole easing closed after a job well done was sure to get her refined rocks off.

The unicorn knowing her mate too well, as a guttural moan with a distinct treble rang for the as the clenching conclusion set off a cascading crescendo in Octavia’s practically convulsing cunt. The sight of Vinyl enjoying her for the full tour too much to bear, and the repressed equine found release as she violently came, her body jerking as though she might suffer wanker’s whiplash.

“So want another ride? You're going to need a place to go to ground until this “shitshow,” blows over, and why not from the dark side of my asshole,” offered Vinyl as she already had a gap in need of filling. The mare arching her back slightly as she spoke to a pleasant crack that tingled up the straightening spine, before she turned back to see what sort of retching mess the display had left her knackered friend in. Octavia not speaking for a moment as she huffed away with pleasurable pants, thought the words did perk up her ears.

“Vinyl… I….”

“You can bring the dildo, I always like the way the rubber feels curling out, and seeing as the back door is greased why don’t you take the scenic route to the stomach this time,” offered Vinyl with a wink, and just from the look she got back she knew it would only be a few short seconds before the earth pony was curled up as a colon Caddisfly……..


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Vinyl finds a lot of enjoyment flustering Octavia, and with years of living together, she is a bit of an expert when it comes to making the mare moist...

A lemon I wrote to go with a gift image from  Naarkerotics who commissioned the image from his regular artist  Coillte . As normal its just more deprived experimentation that might occur in a universe where reformation was a given after a delectable digestion, and the deprived fun that such a scenario might afford.

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