The smell already had Snow salivating as she took great pleasure watching her fettered foe slowly rotating over the roaring fire. The spit spinning in a gentle motion which was a stark contrast to Bug’s bucking as she mumbled a myriad of graphic obscenities as she roasted upon the iron rod. The words more than threats, as the pierced pony was sure to turn them into promises once free of the shaft spearing through her tensing core. Every irate gargle promising a new fate worse than death as Bug’s gagged mouth went off like a menacing motorboat, but even with all the bullying bravado, the guttural growls did little to wipe the smug smirk from Snow’s grinning gob.

Snow saw no reason to rise to the petty protests of her rolling roast, as there was little to be gained from listening to the feeble opinions of such a pathetic predator, as her only value to the unicorn was her marbled meats. Such sounds would pass soon, as the heat was on, and now it was just a matter of letting the blabbering bitch come to a boil in the blistering heat, allowing the cunt to cook like the sweet sow she was. The mare already sweating as the flame licked her grey fur, hoping to slowly tank the supple flesh beneath the dour wrapper was cooked to a crispy gold as Bug transitioned from equine to full-fat foodstuff.

The situation to rich, as spittle pooled in Snow’s eloquent maw, prompting her to moisten her lips for the coming feast, as she just breathed in her bundled-up bounty. The sight of Bug tensing and worming powerlessly as ropes relegated her to nought but a quivering lump of mardy meat almost orgasmic, as Snow finally stripped her antagonist of agency in petty revenge for the earth pony’s past transgressions.

Small slights simply resolved with a swift swallowing, but for the indignity of ingestion the suffering must be slow, and Snow could think of no better humiliation for the huffy horse then the gradual gyrations of a rotating rotisserie to truly cement the troublesome tart’s transition from powerful predator to a tasty treat. The unicorn wanting to snuff the will from her victim so that for a single iota the proud pony might feel fear or some modicum of misery, the fact she would be a delectable roast just an added bonus to her slow simmering over the coals.

The rectal rod doing its job, as though Bug was whining like a stuck pig she had failed to slip and was well on her way to being a tasty table topper. The smoke flavouring her flesh irritating her eyes with stinging spice, adding further fuel to the fuming fire that was raging in the impotent equine. Bug trying to flex and bend, but the pole puncturing through her body cavity prevented such luxuries, leaving her to shudder around the for the time being cool metal as it could be seen visibly distorting her rolling throat with its steely presence. The mare’s lack of a gag reflex truly tested as she felt her form wracked by the mother of all deep throats that went from lips to vent, leaving her innards parted like a wedge set to tear her asunder. The irritating implement itching in her piping, just like her mane and tail which were slowly simmering away like tinder with each inversion of the horizon as her coat flaked away like exacerbating erosion, exposing the supple skin beneath. The whole storm of stimuli leaving Bug fidgeting as she could not settle in the constant state of flustered flux she found herself in.

Snow watching Bug struggle, the poor earth pony barely able to breathe as she sat perfectly staked and left basting in her own wet worry. The pony perspiring heavily, as soon Snow her fat would be sizzling off her skin and falling like fatty rain into the lapping fire below like sizzling sleet as Bug fell prey to the unbearable heat to the savage sauna. The unicorn knowing she had won, and it would be uncouth to monologue to the marinating meat, but even so, the alabaster chef could not help but gloat to her protein-rich prisoner.

“So what was that about eating me? I warned you not to mess with the big leagues,” Snow chirped, as she revelled in her complete control of the simmering situation. Bug answering with fresh if faint bile, as her normally vibrant tongue was held flush by her ponut puncturing perch. Snow using her position of power to casually insert a ruby red apple between Bug’s wagging lips as with a crunch the mare bit into the succulent fruit as the unicorn put the cherry on top of her delectable dish.

“Hmm, that is so interesting, if you weren’t magically challenged and cooking like a hog I might have understood that cretinous slur you call conversation,” chided Snow as she openly mocked Bug’s punctured predicament, gaining further rile from the mumbling mare. Bug still putting up some barrier of verbal battery, but with her vibrant vocabulary gagged she was unable to debate anything other than how delectable her derriere would taste once it was slathered in honey and herbs.

“That is right, squeal for me piggy,” commanded Snow as she made a game of Bug’s turning turmoil, as the mare answered with just twitches and light hisses as her seeping sweat fell to the fire below her. The claggy cress of the fire becoming untenable as Bug was barraged by the infrared glare, unable to do anything but turn flush and vomit obscenities at her callused captor. Snow just rolling her eyes at the show, as she continued to twist the handle like a dagger in Bug’s barrel just letting the mouthy mare have her moment, not like her roasted rump was going anywhere but Snow's stomach…

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Looks like Bug cannot handle the heat, she should not have bullied Snow.

Part One of a two-part collab between me and  Darkworkz . Who commissioned two images from  Nomipolitan who did a great job with this sizzling set.

Part two can be found here: https://aryion.com/g4/view/639383

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