She didn’t have to wait long to find out; five minutes at most, leaving Bug somewhat disappointed when the passive pony’s half-hearted squirms ceased. The mare turned meal remaining surprisingly placid even when the gastric sleeve clamped down to claim its prize, as the perpetual grinding did little to stir a response from the entombed equine. Eos evidentially trying to go out with some dignity, but her couth mask of superiority was soon dropped the moment Bug burped up her tart air with a bellowing belch.

The loss of atmosphere causing the pliant pony within her to come alive in a thrashing frenzy that left the grey glutton’s belly bucking as Eos began her drowning dance. Bug just cradling her bulbous barrel and waited for the frantic flurry to die down, as after a few hectic shudders from her swollen stomach as the trapped twitches finally petered out leaving just the gurgles of the overfilled stomach working over the large load of horsemeat left in the mutiecorn’s passing. The mare overall not seeming to make much of an effort to escape, seemingly accepting her fate as food, leaving her last moments underwhelming as Eos’s biology went through the motions of her final fleeting death spasm.

“Well weren’t you a let-down…” sighed Bug dissatisfied at her dinner, as she had expected a little bit more fight out of such a huge helping. The earth pony letting out another low burp, as she voided whatever air Eos’s lungs had been desperately holding onto allowing her to mull the mare’s last breath like a fine wine. The slight motion of the body cavity causing the corpse to convulse, before Bug felt her silent snack finally settle into the skin-tight space of her strained stomach, as the well-fed earth pony basked in the full feeling of her feast.

“Huh…. Weird,” remarked Bug as she recognized the flavour twinkling over her palate, as it bared a passing resemblance to a certain great and powerful pony she had partaken in previously. The familiar thought ruminating as Bug used her stern hooves to manipulate the mare withing her, so that she sat neatly within the swollen stomach sack. A few nudges from goading hooves all it took to begin to curl up Eos, as the mare assumed a tight fetal ball as she naturally conformed to the curvature of the engorged gastric tract so she could patiently wait to be processed by the groaning gut.

Bug’s biology already diverting blood flow to her digestive system as it geared up to metabolize the meaty mass within her leaving the mardy mare sluggish. The lethargy that was the creeping onset of a food coma lulling Bug into a blissful state, as the aftershocks of comfort eating surged through her system like serene shivers. The aggressive anatomy setting itself up to make short work of Eos’s calorific content, as with each crushing contraction it took stock of the substantial stash of sustenance secured in its kneading grasp. The mare’s morphology seemingly unfazed by the fact that Eos was significantly larger than her earth pony predator, as it simply stretched to accommodate the delectable dead weight one coasting chug at a time until the entire equine had glided over her gums.

The strains of swallowing no hassle for Bug’s well-versed gob, and she glugged down the artificial alicorn no differently than the pink unicorn that had served as her starter. The sizable serving that was Eos easily encased under a grey fur coat securing the regal mare’s meats in the cramped confined of Bug’s belly, leaving a dull outline of her svelte figure to distort the earth pony’s inflated midriff. Bug not giving her bloated barrel much thought as she knew that the Mutiecorn would begin to melt once the enzymes began to erode through her tempting soft tissues, and before long she would be a bubbling broth slowly deflating from her middle until only a paunchy muffin top remained to mark her passing. The fate no differently than any of her pulped predecessors, as once the stomach acid started to flow any evidence of the equine’s existence would be erased and the devoured depiction of the goddess would entirely dissolve into a creamy chyme before sizzling slop began a twisting tour of Bug’s tubing. The blob of beautiful biomass that had once been Eos would be liquidated into a mangled meatball of lysing flesh, before being sapped of any lingering nutrients and replaced by just another batch of fresh bowel brownies knocking at Bug’s backdoor.

Bug yawning slightly, as her body knew the drill and now it would just take a quick snooze to sleep off the simmering Eos, allowing her body to prioritize its faculties to processing the elegant equine. The earth pony confident her gut could deal with the perished pony, as she had already demonstrated her digestive capabilities to her now participating audience when she had churned Cherry into a bushel of anal apples for the voyeur’s viewing pleasure. Bug collapsing onto the bed in a jiggling dive, before she relaxed and began to spoon her engorged barrel, allowing sleep to take her, as she lay sprawled on the satin sheets. The curious mare’s mind having one last thought before it succumbed to lucid digestive dreams, as Bug was curious how the blue bitch would compare to the curdled Cherry once her rectal remains thumped over her yawning sphincter once she was done stewing in her digestive dungeon.

The pleasant sleep passing to the visceral tones of digestion, as growls and pops echoed out of the equine’s pronounced potbelly as it began to gradually diminish as another pint of puree was pushed into the grasping intestines with sucking sloshes. The grubbing bowels suckling from the stomach as the mare mulch was threaded into Bug’s pulsing plumbing, allowing the voracious villi to strip the sluice of any sustenance of use. The exotic equine soon little more than fat on her frame and a tree worth of logs tapping at her tailhole, until the wait of waste grew tangible, and the earth pony was roused from her sleep by the poignant pressure of a borderline crowning bowel movement.

Bug rolling from the bed in a groggy stumble, as her body reminded her of the pressing urgency to dump her dinner as the dense reconstituted mass that was Eos’s remains still swayed heavily at her midpoint. Bug wiping the sleep from her eyes, as she staggered onto her hooves and glanced around the room as if looking for somewhere to deposit her date. Her eyes falling on the soiled nappy almost nostalgic of her snuffed out starter’s sufficient struggles. The piled poop far from filling the discarded diaper, and unable to muster the effort to trundle to the toilet for what would surely clog it, Bug quickly decided that the ideal place to evict Eos was in situ.

The mare taking the few steps required to reach the pile of ponut pearls, a smile on her face in anticipation for the feeling of a satisfying shit, as she simply turned, hiked up her tail and gave a grunt. The pony stooping slightly as her pert tailstar twinkled to a rumbling fart before it dilated and with a squeezing shove the faeces began to flow. Eos curling out smooth as her hazel hues crackled from the colon in a steady stream of steaming shit, that began to pile in a manure mountain below Bug’s twitching tail, as each apple oozed from the amplified anus before landing will a plop in the ever-growing crap crag. Eos and Cherry indistinguishable from each other, as Bug’s innards, had maintained a strict quality control, and both mares would leave as same shade of soggy scat, to create a uniform mound of ex equine.

This surprising Bug as she had expected the Mutiecorn to leave as a neon blue turn, but in the end all that genetic manipulation had done little more than that create another uneventful dump, albeit a little larger than the norm for the voracious earth pony. The expected tickling crackle of magic present, but aside from that there was nothing more to the firm loaves of butt butter, as all that unethical equine experimentation had been wasted as Eos paled in comparison to the delight of unmaking a natural alicorn. The hardest part of the colonic crawl being the slight straining required to shift a stubborn skull, as Bug could not be arsed to muster the need to clench and crush the hollowed-out cranium like honeycomb toffee.

The white egg’s horn nub strumming the sphincter pleasantly before it fell away, landing with a hollow thud before being buried by the next sphere of shit that snaked through in the skull’s slipstream. The acid pittered bone soon lost under a deluge of chocolaty nuggets as Bug just let the colon cakes pour out of her in a smooth stream, only pinching off in a few parts to maintain the momentum of the manure’s orderly evacuation. The prickle of bone fragments and the soft stroke of ruined hair causing the plump predator to shiver at the stimulation but before with one final palp of the pelvic floor Bug was emptied of her turdified tenant.

Bug letting out a slow definitive sigh as she felt her browneye blink closed and cracking her back, she stepped back to inspect her handiwork. The proud parent of two shit foals impressed by the heap of horseshit, but she didn’t have much time to dwell on her dump as an almost nervous knock thumped upon the hotel room door. Bug’s head panning to the sound, ears half-cocked as she had explicitly said not to be disturbed by the normally discrete staff. Bug simply shrugging as she went to answer the door, as she wouldn’t pass on the opportunity of a maid for breakfast.

The earth pony instead greeted at the door by a nervous-looking Pegasus stallion who looked a little lost as he milled uncomfortably in the threshold. Bug taking a moment recognize him, but it suddenly clicked that he was the horsefly the two mares had been fawning over, and he must have come looking for his digestive doves.

“Um... excuse me but have you seen a mare named Cherry Sundae?” he asked, seemingly a bit intimidated by Bug as she leered out of the doorway like an angsty trapdoor spider. The mare smiling as he confirmed her suspicions, as this client seemed to be the gift that kept on giving in regard to padding her plot.

“Aye, she is just in here, you looking for Eos she is here too, if you want to come in?” asked Bug invitingly, causing the stallion’s eyes to light up as he gave an enthusiastic nod as though and concern had evaporated from his body by the silky revelation. The no longer apprehensive stallion practically charging in as Bug stepped aside, giving her ample time to gently shut the door as she let the muddy mares get reacquainted with their eager lover. The mare giving a bemused huff as she saw him immediately stall as he laid eyes on the objects of his obsession, albeit a lot browner than he remembered.

“Chh...Cherry….” stuttered Crimson as he stared upon the mulched mess that had been the apple to his eye. The stallion not even realizing Eos’s excrement was mixed in as he just locked up at the horrific sight. Bug smirking in his peripheral vision as she began to casually pick her teeth with Eos’s horn, like an oversized cyan toothpick.

“She was a good girl… a lively wriggler with no indigestion, she knew how to die right,” confirmed Bug as she reminisced on her fruity starter, who she had the delight of giving two tours of her tracts. The unicorn rubbing one out right until the moment Bug burped her, as the salmon slut had the sense to frantically polish the silver in pursuit of one last thrill, well up until the point she realized she was not coming back, then she really started squirming.

“Eos….” stammered Crimson, as he noticed the second skull peeking out of the faecal fertilizer with a gormless grin. His brain not able to process that the two angelic mares were now just a shared pile of processed pony, that gelled so perfectly the even the mare’s mothers would be unable to tell each other apart. All the hair bleached white by stomach acid, and without a feather in sight, the pair of skulls was the only clue that more than one mare had been required to make the greasy mess before him.

“Yeah, she was pathetic, tucked her head in, gave a little wriggle and died, heck I think she even shit herself when she expired, “mocked bug callously, as she let Crimson soak in the congealed mass that had been his two calorie-rich crushes. The sides of the earth pony’s mouth peaking as she saw his wings slowly straighten in a confused wingboner, as he clearly found something arousing about having his damsels digested and dominated by a better mare.

“W...Why?” mumbled Crimson, confused as to why they had been the victim of such a casual consumption.

“Because when daddy didn’t wear a condom, he and mommy made a little gut slut of a mare who paid for the privilege of becoming a belly bump. Her deprived blue friend on the other hoof just wanted to watch and didn’t pay her tip so got more than she bargained for when I took it with interest. What did you expect? I was hungry, and they were tasty,” explained Bug as though she was stating the obvious, as she described the two lives, she had ended, like some bland daisy sandwich. years of life reduced to one last-ditch dance in Bug’s belly as the heavy hug of the gastric chamber stifled the life out of the disagreeing dinner and dessert in one final caustic conquest.

“I wouldn’t look so glum though, as with them gone you can have some fun with a real mare. So what do you say, feel like a sack shag?” asked Bug popping the lewd question with all the reservation of a bull in a china shop. Then again with such a domineering mare like Bug, she was not asking him, she was telling him, which was something crimson found out a few seconds when she pegged him with the pointed length of the impromptu toy, she had been twirling about now it was sufficiently lubricated with her spit.

The feeling was as though he was being torn asunder, as the sphincter had not been ready for the sudden violation from Eos’s misplaced horn, and he yelped as though the ribbed length had gone in dry. The stallion bucking as he staggered onto his back legs as though a harpoon had ramrodded its way up the Pegasus’s rectum, causing Bug to chuckle at the over-the-top reaction. The earth pony taking full advantage of the off-balance Crimson as she nudged him forward until it stood at attention over the hot mess that was his churned crushes.

Crimson not sure to react as the confident mare had her way with him, her hooves on his buttocks shunting him forward. The attention causing his manhood to slowly grow erect, as he felt Bug’s moist breath rolling over the small of his back as he shuffled awkwardly into place as the moody mare posed him like a doll. The worming stallion soon in the ideal position to be reacquainted with the mare’s turned shit he had been so smitten with. The object of his infatuation just several shades of skid marks on the soiled cotton, as the morbid sight left his heart pounding in terrified stimulation as he was tickled by an unknown fetish that had roosted in his mind.

“My, my, aren’t you excited,” remarked Bug as she noticed his pulse quicken. Her eyes narrowing as she saw his shaft grow stiff as his masculinity bobbed in the attention, she was giving his breached buttocks. The confused feelings stirring in his loins making it clear that Bug had tapped a lustful nerve, leaving the mare to manipulate her newest guest like a well-endowed puppet. The sausage between his legs stirring like an unfurling snake and soon it was stood to attention to greet the lovely lady ruffling his rump. Crimson so tense, it was almost comical, but Bug was sure he would start to unwind once she began to fondle his fancy. Her hooves coming forward to the crinkle of the straps, as she pulled it forward in a gradual sweep as Bug’s steady eye lined him up, and once satisfied with her final preparation she gave his tip a tap and made her menacing move.

“Now let’s seal you up and he can have some fun….


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A silly pegasus stallion comes looking for Cherry. Unfortunately for him Bug is now done with the her, as the mare is currently furrowing her brow as she deals with Eos....

A follow up set from Gizmo (who is the one with the diaper fetish, i am simply indulging them ;) ), who commissioned this lovely set from  Shoelace

the other parts of this story can be found here:

Part one: https://aryion.com/g4/view/676100

Part two: you are here

Part three: https://aryion.com/g4/view/678823

Part four: https://aryion.com/g4/view/679030

This takes part immediately after Paid for Predaton part two which can be found here: https://aryion.com/g4/view/664253

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