Concoction Blend should not have tampered with Terabyte’s personality core, the chrome cymare had tried to politely dissuade the beaker butt’s blatant breach of her terms of service. The yellow earth pony taking no heed as she foolishly fumbled with failsafe’s as she mixed and matched the desired quirks and characteristics for a euphoric endosoma experience in a cocktail of code that was sure to end in calamity. The perfect sensual session easily set up with a few dubious downloads, and before Connie knew it, she was sliding down Terabyte’s oral induction port in a smooth swallow.

The lubricant greased gullet easily carrying the mare to the synthetic stomach sack where Connie could curl up in the cradling caress of the close-fitting rubber retreat. The gut like a hugging hammock swinging lightly as it reacted to each bundled up buck from the entombed equine as she got comfortable in her snug and steamy surroundings. The cramped chamber adjusting to accommodate Connie as Terabyte’s soft frogs manipulated the mare into a relaxed fetal position so that she sat as an economically stowed bundle of bliss in the massaging embrace of the synths engorged entrails.

The relaxing retreat into the comfort mares core going well before the sudden turn that was the centrifuge spinning up and suddenly Terabytes tummy was thrashing and bouncing as Connie tried to prevent herself from being span to soup. Such resistance soon fading away as the pony was pulped under the mechanical pressure of a well-engineered digestive system, and soon all that was left was a red-faced Terabyte sprawled out on a slowly shrinking barrel bulge as her body syphoned of the simmering stew of her former master as her bowels broke the chyme doing into biofuel.

The enhanced engineering making short work of the frail female form it had been given, and soon all that remained was the roughage of rectal residue sitting neatly in her compact colon chamber waiting to be let out in the nearest trash receptacle. The septic sensor letting her know she was full and detecting a disposal bag cartridge was already inserted began the purging process like clockwork. Terabyte’s programming permitting a perverse pleasure when she had a dung discharge, as a cost-cutting measure resulted in certain sensations to echo to the same tune as sexual stimuli leaving the machine mare hot and bothered when she pinched off the substantial load her processed passenger had made.

Terabyte letting out a small sigh, as she heard her baggie crinkling as she felt the faecal flow trickle out of her in parcelled pellets of packed pony paste. Connie coming out in a yawning squeeze as a few gyros began to palpitate with a pedantic protocol as the mare began to exfoliate her exit exhaust as the puckered port winked it's way open allowing the reconstituted equine within to pass over the puckered ponut as a standardized shit. The adorable android letting out the firm fudge, as her plumbing had perfectly extracted any lingering water as Connie had condensed in the colon as a congealed mess of melted mare.

12 inches long, 7 inches wide, just like any other shit, as the processed biomass was disposed of to a set criterion defined by Terabyte’s manufacturer. The robot’s internals correctly calibrated so that the earth pony had been reduced to little more than a recharge and a well-mixed manure to be carefully cut by a trembling tail hole. Terabyte’s sensors tracking the process as she felt Connie curl out of her poop chute in a train of turds, letting her know how concisely she had metabolized the mare. The batch of brownies uniform in appearance as they were rich chocolate brown, with peppered patches of colour where the dirty dough was speckled with ruined clumps of greasy green and yellow fur.

This standardised shit sausage unfurling out of Terabyte to a series of steamy moans, as she experienced every part of her former master cascade out of her agape anus in a slithering slipstream. The bowel movement billowing out to the light crackle of oily phlegm as it expanded in the more hospitable atmosphere now it was free of the cymare’s crushing core. One after another the stool’s snaked out, as a curdled mass of coiled crap, before with a shudder a complete ribcage breeched the backdoor as it shattered the monotony of the more streamlined shit that had been unfurling.

The sensation of such a dense dropping causing Terabyte to clench up from the strain of such a substantial shit. The mare gasping as the portly plop parted her, as each arch slipped sensually over the sphincter as in this case Connie’s leavings were literally ribbed for her pleasure. Terabyte unable to resist as she shivered as the pleasurable portion peaked out before with a clench it departed and oozed down the tubular baggy to join the growing manure mountain forming beneath Terabyte’s blue tail. The blissful bowel movement continuing with renewed vigour as Terabyte forced the fertilizer from her, biting her lip pursing it in a stammering sigh as she felt her asshole blossom to lay the egg that was Connie’s smiling skull. The feeling of her rear retching to discharge the
sturdy skull causing Terabyte to squeal as she verbally expressed her lustful abandon in broken English, as her processor could not keep up with the barrage of buggery pervading her systems.

“Oooohh Celestia Connie!- You feel soooo good coming out….. as it was to feel you squirm and digest,”

She couldn’t help herself, it was too much, the mare barely able to stop herself rebooting as the teeth tickled the rim in a teasing caress as the acid pitted cranium made its excreted exit. Terabyte feeling weak in the knees as she arched her back and felt it fall away to an exacerbated exhale as she emptied the last of her admin’s indigestible artefacts. The brown brainbox coasting over her aching anus, in a grinning glide as gravity goaded it to join the rest of Connie that could not be converted into readily usable calories. The purple-eyed pony's fate to fertilize the flower garden as her copious nitrates would surely make the roses bloom beautifully after the heavy horse apples were put to use.

Terabyte swaying slightly as she gave a last backdoor blink as she vacuum sealed the baggie, and took note of the unused 15% of her metabolized master. The plastic pony didn’t know when she had started panting like a rutted mess, but her watercooler pump was pounding and her stainless-steel shell was glossy with misplaced coolant as she had run out of length and required a refill to continue dumping the remaining 7% of Connie’s useless base components. The cymare feeling the sealed end of her substantial shit fall away like a discarded snake concluding this segment of the anal evacuation with a moist splat. Terabyte looking over her shoulder to inspect the colon cake she had baked, as she sobered up to the fact she had just shat out the pony she was supposed to diligently serve………….

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Well shit, this is why you don't tamper with the coding of something you want to swallow you, especially if it has the capacity to digest your biomass.

A gift lemon for  Nomipolitan for a piece they got from Qchaos who went above and beyond with the project creating this beauty. He is on the derpi DO NOT POST list, so please do not repost this scatty smooth serve over there.

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