“Hello, I Am Bug-Zapper, and for this demonstration, I am going to show the correct consumption of willing prey using the anal orifice at an intermediate difficulty,” said Bug looking into the camera as the grey mare introduced herself and began her taboo tutorial. The mardy mare initially reluctant to do an educational PSA, but when she had been informed there was free catering her tune had quickly changed as she was not one to say no when there was free food on the table. A gig with grub always appealing, and without further a due she introduced her snack for the session, as she followed the rough outline of a scratty script she had been given.

“I would like to thank Miss Cheerilee for being kind enough to volunteer for this demonstration, and though she looks a bit apprehensive she has little to worry about as she is in good hooves,” continued Bug with a vibrant gesture prompting the camera to pan to the cerise teacher standing at the grey glutton’s side. The mare looking rather embarrassed as the camera focused on her for one last photoshoot that would capture her in one last archiving snapshot before she was reduced to a derrière’s dinner. Cheerilee giving a little wave and an uncomfortable-looking smile upon being the centre of attention before the camera returned its focus to the slate equine who would be enjoying her this evening.

“For the purposes of this video I will be taking this mare-sized meal headfirst, to allow me to demonstrate how to correctly overcome the shoulders of your prospective suppositories, resulting in a more pleasurable dining experience for the predator over the commonly used diving stance departure of the previous beginner tutorial,” continued Bug, casting some shade on rookie rectal technique as she just did not see any fun in the streamlined method that skimmed over the sweet thump of a set of shoulders succulently sliding over the anal rim. Not like the method was flawed, as the pony usually went in as effortlessly as a hot knife through butter, as with their forehooves together their body presented an easily scalable wedge shape, without the obtuse bulwark of their barrel serving as an obstacle, meaning that they could easily be eased into the snug sphincter. The transition likened to a coasting chug, as though the prey were diving into a warm pool of water, hence the name, and making it ideal for green predators who had yet to fully feel out the elasticity of their exit only, though it lacked the spice that a seasoned snarfer such as Bug so craved in her sizable snacks.

“The preferred method is headfirst as this allows you to take your prey using the natural grain of their body, unfortunately though, this only works well for earth ponies and Pegasus, Unicorns because of their horns make such prospects rather pointy and as such, they should preferably be taken hind hooves first,” elaborated Bug as she explained the method in further detail, as she hiked up her frizz tail and assumed a more ideal stooped position so that Cheerilee might give the winking sphincter a smooch to get the swallowing started. The mare looking at the teleprompter for a moment to check her notes as she swore she had forgotten something in her haste, before she corrected herself with a confident declaration of some basic health and safety that would save them a possible lawsuit if the instructions that were given were improperly followed.

“Before we begin though, if at any point bleeding occurs you should cease the bedroom activity as it is likely you have torn the delicate bowel wall which if left untreated could lead to infection or death, in addition, if the bleeding persists you should seek medical attention, and chalk it up to a bedroom misadventure as you have over-exerted yourself attempting to consume your lively lover,” warned Bug as she gave the necessary safety disclaimer and gave a gesticulation to Cheerilee letting her know to step forward as she prepared to spelunk what lay beyond the sphincter. Cheerilee nestling her snout between Bug’s chubby cheeks so that her hot breath tickled the tender back door, causing Bug to bite her lip and stifled a moan as she exhaled her anticipation for the coming anal adventure, well maintaining her professionalism.

“...And with that out of the way if my lovely assistant is in the correct position we can start the ingestion process,” said Bug as she began the practical part of her lewd lesson. Cheerilee slowly leaning forward as though she were about to start eating the mare out, only for the tailhole to tentatively twinkle before it eased into a lethargic yawn as it strained to form a skin-tight seal on the teacher’s encroaching muzzle. The twitching tailstar trickling over the mare’s face as soon her ears were folding flat to the sides of her skull as she sheathed her snout in the cradling colon. Cheerilee’s next breath like a raspberry that reverberated through Bug’s core in a stimulating snort, But the earth pony ignored the flustering huff as she continued her lecture undaunted by the pooling moisture within her marehood.

“The first part is rather simple, the predator only having to relax as their partner applies a gentle pressure allowing the limber guard muscles to dilate so that their skull can readily flow into the rectal receptacle. This is a coordinated effort and using a combination of your own strong sphincter muscles and your partner's body weight they should be able to push themselves through the threshold to the point where the body cavity’s natural pressure should begin to naturally draw them deeper as suction sets in,” explained Bug as she gave insight on the process currently blinking over her brown eye. Bug’s frog coming to her belly as it began to swell just below her navel, as she wanted to highlight another point before, she would show her students how to surmount the shoulders as the aforementioned anatomy quietly booped against her buttocks stopping the steady ingestion with a doughy squish.

“You may notice that Cheerilee’s head is tilting slightly to the left, as she is clearly visible within me as I am doing nothing to mask her conservation of volume. I did not cast a spell or consume a potion to conceal her features as for the purposes of this demonstration it is easier if you can see every fidgeting feature, besides what’s the point in dominating your dates if you cannot show off the bulges they make as they wriggle about completely imprisoned inside your inviting innards,” said Bug, giving a teasing wink, as she could already picture the standard sized swelling Cheerilee would make once her poo portal eased closed over her hoof tips.

“The reason I mention this is sometimes your backdoor banquet will get stuck on the sigmoidal bend, this can be partially negated by proper water-based lubrication of the partner, but if that fails there is nothing a quick shunt won’t fix. Your partner should continue to apply pressure well you angling your buttocks in tandem with them tilting to the left should be sufficient to overcome the rectal right angle allowing them to slide into the sluiceway. This has been compared to having a spit shoved up the back passage, but as long as the motions are slow and steady there should be no issue as your meal’s muzzle should snake around the bend and straighten your lower bowel with its own inertia,” Bug ending the sentence by biting her lip, as on cue Cheerilee’s head slipped through the sump as the duo completed the little hip dance to allow Cheerilee to straighten her neck and progress into the lumen of the descending colon. Bug feeling her rubbery ring tensing upon Cheerilee’s collar bones, letting her know the hardest hurdle was about to come, as the sudden widening had been cause to choke for countless casual consumers, hence why she was making this video in the first place.

“We are now at the shoulders, the widest part of a stallion’s skeleton and second widest for mares, though it is often more challenging to overcome as it lacks the smooth chamfering of the eye-pleasing curve of a mature mare’s hips.” Bug stroking her own hip, as though she were polishing the lightbulb to illustrate the point of her padded plot.

“The common mistake is taking both shoulders simultaneously, instead they should be tackled individually, preferably right then left, as this will allow the partner to organically pivot to the natural curvature of the colon, as they flow into you with a twirling twist. This is made even easier if your partner tucks in their shoulders offering a stouter profile creating a less obnoxious outline to shove through the sphincter,” conveyed Bug as with a pop like a whizzing champagne cork Cheerilee seemed to fall in slow motion into the parting passage. The swiftness taking the teacher off guard as she yelped as she fell forwards into the cushioning collapse as Bug’s bum hole practically vaulted over her ribcage. The surge suddenly steaming over Cheerilee’s contours, as the mare’s barrel was enveloped in a fluid motion like someone running their hand over a keyboard, as in an instant she was up to her waist in the clammy darkness of Bug’s velvety guts. The mardy mare letting out a sharp exhale as she relived some of the pressure within her as her organs oscillated and compressed to compensate for the substantial stowage that had just slammed over the sphincter. The impact leaving the mare head down ass up as Cheerilee’s lower half fumbled about in a half-hearted squirm as she felt the stifling grip of the gut surrounding her.

“As I just demonstrated, with correct methods the shoulders serve as little more than a speedbump when armed with the knowledge of how to tackle the bothersome bit of anatomy. From here it is all downhill, as you can use gravity to assist in the feeding, meaning all you have to do is relax and let your partners own weight carry them into your entrails embrace. The tail end of ingestion can be made easier if your partner straightens their legs to offer a more tapered trail that can more easily be fed into your piping,” panted Bug, as she vented some of the salacious steam as she had a mare worth of meat pushing down on her reproductive tract trapping it in a spooning squeeze. The matter not made better by Cheerilee’s twitching ticks as she tried to straighten her lower body, but from her disorientated position it amounted more to a pleasurable floundering then meaningful aid. Not like it mattered much, at this point she could pass out, and her body would naturally straighten on the way in, as this was a perverted inversion of the slack posture that had birthed her initially.


“For the more observant viewer you may have noticed I have yet to ingest Miss Cheerilee’s flanks, but as previously mentioned with the gradual widening from her waist means the womanly assets should slide in as easily as an oversized butt plug as her groin offers none of the stubborn slants of her shoulders. It should be mentioned though that if you’re a bit on the petite side, you may have to pop your partner’s pelvis with a quick clench of your pelvic floor to allow them to pass through the gape of your pelvic inlet. This issue is more pronounced in mares than stallions on account of their foal bearing hips but, in this case, Miss Cheerilee doesn’t have to worry about an unexpected breakage as I am more than experienced in taking mares of her size,” continued Bug, waggling her hips slightly to highlight the ease of ingestion, as she shimmied over Cheerilee’s cutiemarks with a few puckering pinches of her ponut and began to munch on her thicc thighs. The sphincter slurping up the lax limbs like a pair of prismatic noodles as Cheerilee sank into Bug’s billowing bowels, as without anything to grip she was soon sleeved like a sausage leaving just her waving frogs peeking out between Bug’s chubby cheeks as the plush plot practically inhaled the poor pony.

“For those unable to stretch sufficiently to take the pelvis should consult the companion tutorial to this session, as with the right training the hard hips can crumble like honeycomb toffee,” plugged Bug, as she gave the last clench needed to fully cage Cheerilee in her colon. The mare conforming to the turns of the tart tunnel as she contorted at an odd angle as her entire body filled out the cramped space as it kneaded over her in snickering spasms. The large lump she made giving a clear image of the path of Bug’s large intestine as it ballooned to house the horse size lump now bloating Bug’s barrel, as

“And like that Miss Cheerilee is entirely inside me. I can feel her muzzle resting against the entrance to my small intestine, and for the time being she is still breathing. But once she suffocates in the next couple of minutes, I will slurp her through my winding bowels like a straw so she can curl up and digest in my stomach, like any other meal,” Panted Bug, the mare lying on her ball like belly as it began to violently twitch as though Cheerilee had suddenly gotten second thoughts about her digestive fate. The mare foolishly assuming she would be let out once the camera was turned off, but with the more fatalistic tone in Bug’s voice Cheerilee realized her devourer was playing for keeps against what had been stated in her contract, and she began to worm desperately as the equine attempted to escape the colonic catacomb. Bug smirking at the stifled screaming, as she let the mare buck for a few seconds before rolling onto her side to give the last few tidbits of information before she could conclude this tutorial as well as saving her employer having to pay her packed away assistant.

“In the event that your partner is too active or is causing you wind, the following position can quieten down their complaining, or in the case of unwilling prey end their struggles. Lying on your back, bring your knees up close to your chest. While doing this, tuck your chin into the chest and hold for 30 seconds. This will apply pressure on the abdomen and help you release your gassy grubs last breath.” Bug ending it with a grunt and a rippling fart as she voided what little air Cheerilee had to work with causing her to stammer into a spasm and let out a little death rattle as she drowned in the dingy depths of Bug’s digestive system. Bug resting her hoof on the dull bump that was Cheerilee’s head as she felt the flesh within her and prepared to end the lesson.

“A mare of this size will take several days to fully digest, and first-time predators should expect to pee multiple times in the first few hours as this succulent morsel is about 70% water weight,” Bug’s hoof patting Cheerilee’s haunches as she got one last feel for the teacher's rump before giving a push as she began to goad the feminine dead weight into the labyrinthian small intestines so her stomach could get to work eviscerating the educated lunchmeat. Bug hoping to rub one out as she felt the mare melt, but before she could enjoy her meal, she had to end the video, so with a smile, she concluded with a prelude to the next class in her consumption course.

“I hope you enjoyed this lesson and stay tuned next week to see how big a log this teacher turned turd will make when I cover the proper disposal of a pony-sized meal, as there is nothing worse than clogging the toilet when you dump your most recent one-night stand…”

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Bug didn't know what to say when she was asked to host a digital Sex education class, but the moment she found out there was free food she was game. The fact such food was in pony-sized portions was just a bonus as she had expected to just be prattling on about STD's. Unfortunately for Cheerilee, when she volunteered to help enlighten the next generation she had not expected to be shoved up a poop chute...

For this adventure, I wanted to write a psudeo educational lemon for perspective predators who want to tackle a vore experience of the anal kind. Hopefully, you guys enjoy it and find it of some value, as I had a lot of fun writing it :)

My twenty-second sketch from  Silent_E 's patreon.

This one coloured by my friend  plaguetyranno who as usual helped this image pop with their normal flair.

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