Pinkie pie normally loved seeing ponies smile, as the gleams of glee filled her heart up with sunshine. She had never thought in her sugar rushed dreams that there would ever be an exception to this rule, but Bug’s sinister smirk sent shivers running down her spine in a cringing cascade. The warmth draining from the giddy equine, as her grin was long gone, leaving the pink pony’s face distorted in an expression of tearful terror. Her head trying to tug away from Bug’s firm grasp, but the grey earth pony proved stronger than the braying baker, leaving her unable to retreat from her pinned predicament.

Pinkie’s mewling muzzle pressed against the pudge, so that every muffled meep blue a resonating raspberry aghast the massive muffin top that was diligently digesting a mare sized meal. Pinkie’s fearful face sinking into the doughy embrace of the paunchy potbelly like quicksand, as a domineering Bug was fast to remind her that the growling gut contained the mangled mulch of what had once been her mother. The muffled gurgles of processing meat rumbling through the bulging barrel in a churning chorus, as Cloudy Quartz was metabolized into a nutritious paste so that she would be more workable for the impatient intestines.

The gurning gut’s eagerly slurping up the pony puree, as the fluid flesh was pumped into the tight tubing to the tune of low glorps as it percolated through the piping. The meaty broth spilling into Bug’s bowels with sporadic glugs, as the sluiced slop began its twisting transit to being baked into a bowel movement. The sound reminiscent of a sink slowly emptying, with periodic tummy tenses stirring the crisp crunch of compounding calcium, that periodically broke the mashing monotony as a more obstinate part of Cloudy congealing carcass caved under the digestive deluge. All evidence of the equine eradicated under the persistent pressure of the caustic cooker, leaving lingering lumps where Quartz’s more stubborn anatomy temporarily persisted against gastric grinding pushing down on it with crushing compactions.

Pinkie winching between the popping of bones, as she could only imagine the hellish interior of Bug’s bloated belly as it worked over the mushy meat within her. The betrayal tilting the jovial mare, as her attempt at Amistad was assaulted leaving only a sour sadness that fell like a depressing downpour. The bitter backwash leaving the party planner sick to her stomach, though unlike overdoing it with cupcake’s there was no sweet sugar high to lighten the mood. Pinkie’s bloodshot blue eyes glancing up, misted with tears, in a silent plea for mercy from this gluttonous nightmare.

A simple act of kindness all it would take to open the door for the moody mare to begin partaking in her family like pony-sized party favours. The feasting fiend feeding upon the Pie family no differently then Pinkie might cakes, as she fell upon her rock farmer food with insatiable fervour. The greedy slate mare making a game of it as she snarfed down Cloudy with a few confident chugs like a seagull wolfing down a stolen sandwich. The small articles of clothing cladding Cloudy removed with a few flicks of a lazy hoof, as Bug took the trinkets as trophies, to be used as props in her appetites next act.

The predatory pantomime oddly personal, as Bug donned Quartz clothes in a crooked caricature of the motherly figure, to fully rub in the identity of the ingested on her hapless daughter who had the viewing pleasure of seeing the mature mare melt to slut soup. Bug taking her time breaking her distressed dessert, as she had all the time in the world before her sisters and father bumbled back from market, sometime after sunset. Bug letting out a sigh as she felt Pinkie squirm beneath her frog, not just a jibbering mess, as she sank into a stunned shellshock unable to compute the brutal banquet that had unfurled before her.

“I am glad your mom didn’t swallow, if she had, your daddy wouldn’t have put a perfect pie in the oven for me to enjoy once I was done digesting my delightful if not a bit rustic dinner,” Said Bug between a moist burp, as she cemented her conquest over her distraught dessert. The words stabbing like a dagger, which was casually twisted, as the euphoria of a full stomach stirred on the confident comment. The marbled meats of the elder equine melting like butter in the boiling embrace of her gargling gastric chamber, as the enzyme infused emulsion erased any evidence of the eaten equine.

Pinkie only whimpering in response, as her brain broke under the stress of the situation, unable to comprehend the callused cruelty before her, as Bug sent a profound message. In truth though, Bug would have preferred to not have done this so publicly, but unfortunately for Pinkie she had screwed up her order of cake, and an example had to be made of the ecstatic equine. Bug taking the cheerful customer service poorly, as any compensation was insufficient for the fact she had the embarrassment of the wrong birthday cake being delivered on a special day. The earth pony fine with the hit to her hips if the mistake didn’t repeat itself, and as such she had planned a predation immediate after the supposed slight, as she set about a sufficient punishment for the trivial transgression in a manner they would never forget. A few days as flank fat sure to get the point across, and then she might see about reforming the incompetent baker and the palate-pleasing pony who had shat her out.

“Good, so next time when I order a chocolate cake, I don’t want FUCKING vanilla!” said Bug sternly, as she articulated her grievance like an irritated order. Pinkie looking at her in complete confusion, as she realized exactly what this was all about, and she gave a grimacing nod as she promised to the peeved pony’s demand. Bug’s smile growing three sizes as she now knew they had an understanding, as she opened her mouth and leaned in to conclude this consumption.

“Excellent…” was the last thing Pinkie heard before her snivelling snout pushed into the peristaltic passage past the uvula and she was sent on her way to re-join her stewing and soupy mother….



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Pinkie just like Mrs Cake found out the hard way what happens when you screw up Bug's order.....

My thirty-second sketch from  Silent_E 's patreon.

As normal coloured by my friend  plaguetyranno

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