“It’s so nice that you’re behaving, it’s so rare that I have well-mannered food, it just means we can have some fun before I brew some cider,” remarked Bug smugly, a smile replacing her normal dour expression, as she revelled in her complete control over the prone pony before her. The deviant deal sealed the moment Cherry had she jotted her little name down on the dotted line when she had agreed to Bug’s terms of service and booked the mardy mare in for a saucy private session. The terms of the confidential contract absolute, and at least for the rest of the night, Bug owned the submissive slut in her entirety, Horn to tail… head to haunches, every part of the unicorn hers for the taking at her own depraved discretion.

Bug asserting this dominance with impunity, as she put a hoof tenderly upon Cherry’s head and looked down upon her reclined dinner date laid out before her. The firm frog softly ruffling the cerise locks almost reassuringly, as Bug exerted her will on the mare’s soon to be non-existent personal space. Bug using the close contact to direct Cherry’s gaze downwards, forcing the unicorn to submissively break eye contact, allowing the meeker mare a good look at the possible entrances the equine could be using to enter Bug’s body.

“I will try not to be a bother, though it looks a bit tight…” observed Cherry politely, as she blushed upon staring at the risqué region still unsure how she would fit through the taut threshold. The exposed marehood seeming to stare back at her, as if inviting her to challenge her assumptions and explore the dim darkness of the sexual socket so that she might retreat into the reproductive tract to become a mare’s worth of snatch syrup. Bug inching her closer as if sensing the thought in Cherry’s mind, as though she might indulge the idea and take her there and then with a confident push. Instead, Bug just smirked at the naiveite of her lunch and corrected the potential cumstain on her desired departure gate.

“O’ no dear, you volunteered for everything, I believe you said surprise me, so you’re going up the apple juice aqueduct,” informed Bug, enjoying the confused look flash on Cherry’s face as she realized that she was in for some extreme water sports. Honestly, the mare should have counted herself lucky, as Bug was playing rather nice all things considered. Cherry foolishly breezing through the option boxes, ticking the majority of the choices briskly, without even looking at them in detail, as she had only given a hard pass to rape, leaving the gates open for whatever wicked whims Bug might muster.

The pink pony an open season begging for a bullying, the possibilities practically mouth-watering, as the delectable death warrant offered oodles of options that Bug intended to explore in full well into the wee hours of the morning. The mare vulturistic and the option to indulge herself was made all the easier with monetary incentive, as Cherry had already paid for this sensual service in full. The mare oblivious to the fact she was about to get more than she bargained for, as by the time she had practically pranced into the private booth for her appointment somepony had already put a plan in motion to give the mare more than she paid for.

Bug sure to make Cherry for her poor paperwork, and she had been pondering what orifice to slot the slut through the moment she had been informed of her new consumable client. The choice made for her when the second benefactor requested that she wanted to see the skank slushed into a sundae, to which Bug smirked, as based on the fine print Cherry had not read, it would be no problem presently brewing the bitch into pungent piss and something a little more chocolatey on the second run through. The unicorn honestly getting off pretty easy, as it was one of the cleaner cast-offs that Bug could have chosen, as it wouldn’t ruin the carpets like a full-body flaying might.

Bug mulling that gory degloving as the blissfully unaware mare at her knees let out a shallow sigh and began to nuzzle back against her hard hoof with a chirping coo. Cherry reciprocating the close contact of the domineering affection, as the unicorn sided with her submissive streak and glanced up at Bug like a puppy before nudging her eyes towards the mare’s exposed sex as though she were seeking the order to go to town of the sensitive slit. The unicorn treating this like any other erogenous encounter as she thought Bug just another whore, and that all this was just gridded games and the exotic eroticism that followed such fetish fuelled feats. The anticipation causing Cherry’s breathing to quicken, as she was excited to see what bedding Bug might entail, as she had heard rumours that the pony’s tempting techniques were to die for.

Bug pulling Cherry closer so that she could feel each lapping exhale upon her loins, prompting the pony to shiver slightly as she enjoyed the steamy breath billowing over her exposed femininity, as her soon to be grub gawked at the salmon slipway. The unicorn eyeing the pinprick of a urethra she was going to be threaded through with befuddled bedroom eyes, not quite believing Bug was capable of consuming her through the miniscule orifice.

“What about my horn won't it tear yo….” Cherry began, before Bug interrupted her by putting the tip of her hoof on the mare’s lips booping her muzzle.

“Your horn is going to let me take you smoothly, though it might get a bit claustrophobic, but I am sure a brave mare like you will manage,” shushed Bug with a cold confidence, as unlike her protein-rich partner, she knew she could take the unicorn as bladder ballast. The words doing little to wash the doubt from Cherry’s muzzle, so Bug just rolled her eyes at her soon to be bubbling bedfellow, as she was sure such disbelief would evaporate once she began to shimmy over her skull into her pee pitcher.

“Don’t worry, you were born to slide in there, your little glow stick guarantees that, now tuck your chin to your chest and I will glide you in….” Reassured Bug, as her hoof shifted to Cherry’s cheek to coax compliance from the malleable mare. The charismatic coercing seeming to work as soon Bug was edging the unicorn’s wand towards the open orifice like with all the poise of threading a needle. Bug tapping the horn slightly to the left before with a moan she bit her lip and leaned in to begin her substantial sounding in earnest. Cherry closing her eyes as she prepared to sheathe her entirety in the moist if unexpected maw, as she was a passenger to whatever passions her devourer decided to inflict upon her.
“Deep breath now, and if you’re a good girl we can try another whole when the grid kicks in,” said Bug as she conveyed one last bit of advice regarding the stale atmosphere of her kidney sump, before she made her move and began to claim her client.

The anticipation getting to much for the almost giddy unicorn and she instinctively pulling back slightly like a scared snail upon the tip of her horn touching the dampness of the warm interior, causing her diaper to crinkly like crumbling tissue paper as it made contact with the sturdy floor, reminding Bug of its existence. The tasteless wrapper present in case things got a bit rough and she ended up crushing the unicorn with the crunching compressions of her pelvic floor, as the confetti-like prolapse that would surely occur would surely make a mess without the incontinence splash guard. The frizzy-maned fiend also planning on liberating the loincloth as a receptacle for the warm waste the mare would make, and though she loathed the things the absorbent undergarments would be ideal to house the processed pulp the pony would make once digestion had run its course.

Bug’s grip preventing Cherry’s flinch from extracting the spiralled stick, and with a gentle shunt, her folds kissed the unicorn’s forehead. The mare mounted as the ribbed peg sank into the dilated doorway like a wedge through wood, as it was only a few centimetres, as the darkness had not even covered her eyes before she was prodding the top of the bladder with her long laser pointer. Bug’s body offering a little resistance, but it soon slacked off, and as promised Cherry began to flow into the stifling straits, and a soft silhouette of her shape began to swell just about Bug’s hips. Cherry worming weakly as she entered in an attempt to weasel her way deeper into the rubbery embrace of Bug’s body, as the damp interior spread over her skull like a sticky egg yolk oozing over her scalp. The humid heat permeating into her pores, as the claggy blanket crawled over her in creeping seep enveloping her in a skin-tight seal that strained over her entire head in a slurping swallow. The slick lumen offering no resistance as it conformed to the muted feminine curves of Cherry’s casemate, and before long the pulsing portal was edging over the unicorn’s ears and easing closed over her slender neck like a comforting choker.

The pony’s petite shoulders the next obstacle, as the smooth slit skidded down her svelte neck, before seemingly effortlessly yawning to overtake supposed bulwark of the blades. The natural widening of the barrel causing the gateway to gape as a slightly more red-faced Bug made her way over Cherry’s chest as she meeped meekly as her face slotted into the gradually bloating barrel. The mare only travelling a couple of as her bulge barely seemed to move as she curled up in the acrid cavity in what seemed like a gradual fold as she filled the elastic space with her eye-pleasing form. The protuberance above her pubis squirming, as the unicorn tried to carve out more space in the inky blackness of Bug’s cistern, where her half-hearted struggles could do nothing more than tickle the tender insides of the predatory pony.

Bug easing herself downwards with clenching chomps of her core, as the prickle of Cherry’s rosy fur slipped over the rim gradually sprang a leak from her loins as the tactile touch quickened her heart. The earth pony riding down the grain of the unicorn’s curvaceous figure with a repetitive grinding of her groin as though she might rock her meal to sleep with the rhythmic of her plump rump. The progress gradual but relentless and soon Cherry’s ribs were strumming the urethral sphincter like a string instrument, as her body curved to conform with the curvature of the bilge tank she was being bundled into. The mare trying to be cooperative as best she could, tucking her shoulders in, then her forehooves to her belly as though in prayer, as she made herself as streamlined as possible as her slender self-slotted into the sucking slit. Bug enjoying the cheery compliance, as she rested a hoof on the fidgeting lump ballooning her belly to steady herself and began to attempt to fumble her hooves into the waistband of Cherry’s diaper to peel pony from the troublesome accessory. The first few tries failing, as the Pony ignored the bumbling taps of hooves upon her buttery flanks and continued to twerked her rump in a rhythmic dance as she blindly attempted to helpfully dive into the dank depths on her own volition.

A few pinches of the pelvic floor like a tap on the shoulder causing the pony to pause, as she seemed to understand what the earth pony was trying to do. This lull in her waggling hips giving Bug the window she needed to hook her hooves under the bothersome strap before she rubbed the lump, she assumed was Cherry’s head pat as if to thank her for her obedience. Bug then giving a tug as she pulled the pony out of her nappy, as it slid from her supple skin degloving the derrière of the plastic panties. Bug then squeezing her own calves in the slightly more spacious leg holes as she began to squeeze herself into the diaper as Cherry vacated the clean crotch guard.

“How many litres of lemonade do you think you will make? Enough to fill a snow globe for crimson?” asked Bug teasingly as she felt Cherry’s hips neatly dock between her thighs. The widening of the mare’s bubbly butt causing a slight lapse in progress that Bug used to pose the looming question of the dame’s digestion. The mare tensing at the mention of her lover, as she had expected this to be a discrete affair, and she could not recall mentioning his name at any point. The mare pausing as the white noise of Bug’s body ticking over surrounded her sentence with the muffled sound of the ocean, before she gave a response.

“40,” Cherry mumbled lost in the moment, as the unicorn felt a hot flush over her body as most of her body had now reverted to some crooked form of utero. The words never escaping Bug’s body cavity, as they were low and stifled, as the mare at this point had capitulated to the concept of being chow. The thought so dirty, her giving her special somepony a snow globe with him blissfully unaware that the fluid the glitter was floating in was the processed water weight of one of her past selves, a yellow stain to a slushed self. The thought of herself as just an expendable meal should have terrified her, but it didn’t as she took some perverse comfort in the oily walls gently kneading against her as Bugs lungs cycled above her.

“50 if you didn’t lie on your forms but let’s be honest most ladies don’t enjoy divulging their weight, so I would say 53, not even a third of a bathtub,” answered Bug curtly, as she was slightly disappointed the mare had not started struggling at that little revelation about her absent partner. The calmness not bothering Bug much though, as she smiled at the calmness as it revealed the soon to be gut slut’s horrific survival instinct. The mare like putty beneath her frogs, as Bug rubbed the rosy rump nestled between her legs until she was sure her hoofprints painted the entire posterior. Bug getting her fill from the gropeable glutes before she gave another tug and began to slowly envelop Cherry’s cutiemarks.
The buttock’s billboards proudly displaying the soon to be melted mare’s talents, as Bug’s neither region began to nibble its way over the pliable plot, squeezing it flat as the mare continued to disappear up Bug’s borehole. The earth pony glancing down as she checked she was properly lined up as the tempting tart continued to slowly scrape over her taint in a tumbling transition. The mare not expecting the wet wink peeking back at her as a whiff of arousal began to fill the room now Cherry was free of the restrictive embrace of depravity drizzled diaper.

“Heh… I can see your cherry,” chuckled Bug as she saw a glimmer of Cherry’s pink pearl flashing beneath her wagging tail. The two-toned towel wafting about weakly as the mare’s dock bobbed rustling the glossy length against the floor with a gentle rustle that only intensified as Bug ran the tip of her hoof around the salivating lips in a teasing twirl that left the sexual slot blinking as though it had something in its engorged eye. The coital cranberry soon vanishing as Cherry’s thighs were pushed together like the leaves of a plush book, sealing the snatch with a doughy zip before the eye-catching hindlegs began to inch through the pee passage. The last legs of the journey all downhill and the shapely calves and waving hooves were soon swallowed by the squalid opening as Bug’s bum came to rest in the still warm diaper that Cherry had left as jetsam in the wake of her relegation from pony to protuberance.

Bug letting out a smug sigh the moment she felt her curtains close over the trembling hoof tips, as she felt Cherry settle in her unceremonious cell. The dim dungeon encapsulating her like a smothering shawl, leaving her to contort and twist into an odd position to fit the grotty gaol she had been shoved in to stew. the ambient heat like a sauna, leaving her sweating as the sharp atmosphere caused her eyes to water with each whiff of the pee perfume that saturated the enclosed space, she found herself entombed within. Cherry ending up scrunched up in a little ball of quivering flesh, her head between her thighs as she folded into a flustering fetal position, so her muzzle was practically prodding her needy pussy. Her own excited exhales doing her little favours, as the lustful wind ruffled the recess with a gentle tingle that left the twat throbbing. Bound by the confines of the bladder she found herself unable to reach her afire quim and try as she might she could not relive the sexual steam building in pressure within her heaving honeypot. Bug assisting as best she could, as her hoof began to half-heartedly polish the cleft between Cherry’s bun’s offering the needy mare an area of purchases to grind against as she got her rocks off with one last thrill before she expired.

The mare not having long to enjoy it though, as her sweltering seclusion left her with a thin air supply that was already aching in her alveoli with each rise and fall of her dainty chest. The humidity lacing her lungs as the plastic bag like surroundings left her just a few shallow breaths to work with and this diminished even faster as she began to rub one out upon Bug’s errant hoof. Her body tensing up in an ejaculate eruption as her womb sneezed a spattering of sauce upon the oily wall, that added to the grotty juices matting Cherry’s fur as she wallowed in her own depravity like a pig in muck. The afterglow whirling through her body in a gyrating gale, as dopamine began to fog her already numb senses in the hazy mists of an orgasmic serenity setting in. The mare feeling an inertia as Bug rose to her hooves and paused for a moment to adjust the diaper cladding her soon to be slightly more padded plot to ensure it didn’t chafe now that Cherry’s needs of the flesh were temporarily sated.

Cherry yawning, suddenly feeling tired from the exertion of her entrapped enjoyment, leaving her ovaries to rattle in the aftershocks as she closed her eyes and gave into the rest her sweaty sentence so craved. No sooner did her eyelids flutter closed did she give a shiver and blacked out, as sleep took her as her brain boiled in a bath of her own exhaled carbon dioxide, that left an acid seething through her veins. The mare succumbing to her own respiration and passing peacefully with a smiling spasm, as the elated sensation of asphyxiation assaulted her senses in her last euphoric moments as she was put in the queue for reformation.

Bug feeling the mare relax, as she peacefully passed snuggled up within her, leaving a reassuring deadweight as she was laid up in her temporary resting place. The enzymes flowing as the urinary tract began the process of liquidating the buxom assets bundled up in a cute little package within its all-encompassing embrace. With Cherry’s derelict mass sitting under her hips, Bug adjusted to her new centre of gravity, like an expectant mare carrying for two, as now it was just the waiting game as her body went through the motions of juicing the packed away pony. The enzymes easily eating through Cherry’s peachy hide as she bubbled away to the slight tingle of dissipating magic, as it leached from her cells with each lysing hiss. Her facial features taking a more skeletal shape as bit by bit her marbled meats melted away in the sloshing stew that was once her buxom body. The mare’s alluring contours annihilated by the cruel engine of Bug’s biology as the unicorn was broken down into her base components leaving a uric emulsion sizzling away ready for the next golden shower.

The clinking of bones letting Bug know it would soon be time to drain the tank, as Cherry’s more stubborn components began to pool in the bottom of Bug’s busting bladder. The jampacked jug overfilled to bursting as the larger deposits of calcium began the stack against the dark side of the sphincter as they impatiently milled about waiting to be ejected from the convulsing currents of their drably dungeon. Bug about to spring a leak when she heard a knock at the door that caused her to sit bolt upright as though her mother had just walked in on her looking at nudey mags. The earth pony’s ears swivelling to the disturbance as she slowly turned to Cherry walking in, a smile on her face as what was left of her wasn’t currently fermenting into bonemeal in Bugs bladder. The mare having reformed in the intermission between her giving up the ghost, and Bug liquidating her lingering assets.

“Hmm… Just in time, I was going to drain the grapefruit,” replied Bug as Cherry kicked the door closed and began to approach to inspect Bug’s handiwork on her pulped cadaver. The mare in awe at Bug’s efficiency as the volume of her lump was little more than a paunchy lump the size of a basketball, as her entirety had been pulverized to pee or was currently accentuating Bug’s womanly assets.

“Well I paid for 6 hours, I wouldn’t want you skimping on me with a quick whizz,” replied Cherry, as she placed a hoof upon Bug’s belly to feel the interior like a waterbed with her sluiced remnants. Hard parts pointing back like morbid monuments as she distinctly felt a skull and pelvis, with her favourite toy still inserted in the empty space the rectal hiatus once dwelt. Her hooves migrating downwards until they tiptoed over the diaper with the crisp crunch of fresh snow, as she positioned herself to welcome her runnier rebirth from Bug’s premier plumbing.

The mare taking her cue and opened the flood gates to the sound of someone frying chicken as she began to empty her sloppy starter. Cherry feeling the clammy warmth begin to permeate the diaper as it absorbed her amber aqua like blood in sand. Bug mumbling something as she felt the sweet release of a full bladder, as the strained sac practically screamed as it ruptured forth the ruminated remains of her client. Bones and hoof cups clattering out in the in a flaxen waterfall, leaving distinctive bumps through the tile white shell as it expanded to contain the odorous leavings of what had once been a pony. Cherry feeling the flow with curiosity as she watched Bug’s belly gradually deflate as the fetid fountain sprayed her new state forth in a steady stream. Bug quivering periodically as a particularly large piece passed, the scraping of teeth or pitted bones rubbing her nerve-rich insides pleasantly as she evicted the precipitated pony like a soda dispenser. The tactile sensation not stemming there, as the unicorn’s last suppressed breath adding a Carbonated crackle the piss with a fun fizz as it escaped in the less punishing pressure of the restrictive nappy.

Bug pushing backwards, knocking Cherry onto her haunches with the tepid weight of her rapidly clogging diaper. The unicorn powerless as she was pinned against the bloated uric leavings as it seemed to extend over her like bubbling foam, as her entire world became the ripe exterior of the soiled sanitary item. The article giving her an unhygienic hug as it continued to enlarge in size by the second in an acerbic avalanche. The malodorous veil pressing down on her like a crashing wave, as she could do nothing other than press her face into the punishing deluge as she experienced herself reduced to little more than a pleasant piddle. The moment seeming to last forever as the sound of a raging stream rang out with the soft splashes of an incessant rain, but eventually, the former equine was exhausted, and Bug looked over her shoulder to ensure she had not smothered her customer with her leavings.

“If you like that why don’t we try the other hole, how would you feel about curling up in my colon?” she asked, as there was a break in her rain allowing more opportunities to add to her appetite. The mare seeing Cherry practically cuddling her curdling diaper, as Bug offered the mare two tours of her tight plumbing as now the flow had abated, she had some freed-up space in need of filling.

“Or perhaps you might prefer a trip down my throat, either way, you will make a pretty pile of horse apples,” continued Bug, as she offered her food a choice of send-offs. The mare still thinking this a game, albeit a digestive one, and with a wink, she gave her sultry response upon the choice of her favourite hole.

“I think I will take the backdoor, I want to hear your voice waiver when you use me as a buttplug….”


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Bug is always game for a meal, and it never hurt if they paid her for the privilege. Unfortunately for Cherry Sundae a certain Blue mutiecorn also paid to make her stay a little more.... permanent.....

A gift trade thing from Gizmo (who is the one with the diaper fetish, i am simply indulging them ;) ), who commissioned this sequence from Kittyshoelace (https://www.furaffinity.net/user/kittyshoelace/ ) /  Shoelace who did this cute comic.

Part two can be found here: https://aryion.com/g4/view/664253

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