In her new state of being, Twilight couldn’t see, smell, hear or taste, as her fermented form was robbed of all other senses other than an overwhelming feeling of tactile touch. The well-marinated mare embraced by an all-encompassing darkness, the moist sensation similar to a dank soil, as the muddy matrix her soul had soaked into left Twilight’s snared spirit wallowing in a clammy dampness. The confinement oddly cosy, as the once purple pony perceived the world to the best of her ability through her single remaining sense, as though she were in a deep, albeit mucky meditation.

For some, this might have been considered torture, sensory deprivation of an inhumane degree, but the currently stewing student had personally requested to be subjected to this odd situation. The exotic experience piquing the interest of the unicorn from the moment she had stumbled upon it during one of her more risqué research sessions. The mare reading over the book close to a dozen times, as she was unfamiliar with the magic involved, and though she didn’t trust Discord, it quickly became clear that the deviant draconequus was the only one with the capacity to allow her to fulfil this intrigued fantasy without becoming a forgotten skid mark.

Idle hooves the devil’s playthings, and with the concept gnawing at her, it had not been hard for Discord to exploit the equine’s interest in a long-forgotten art. The god of chaos not much surprised when Twilight approached him, and seemed somewhat amused that a single book was enough to tempt Twilight into such an extreme form of erotic experimentation. The perverse pursuit of pleasure driving the educated equine to ask the somewhat embarrassing question about being eaten, to which Discord had simply smirked a somewhat sinister smile. The female before him clearly flustered, but with a few reassuring words, he explained the relative safety of the strange spell, as this was far from his first-time toying with the souls of his victims, even if this time he had a willing volunteer.

This seeming to put the equine at ease, as her curiosity alone was not enough for the mare to commit to a one-way trip, even if she desperately wanted to gain the higher state of mind that supposedly came for having your soul sealed in away in a unique out of body experience. The draconequus flexing his past conquests, as he casually pointed out that mare’s made bigger mounds, due to something about there being more fat on the average female frame. Twilight not sure what to make of this anecdotal evidence, as she was unsure if imparted information was just a prodding joke at her expense, as he seemed confident the normally professional prodigy would make a messy pile once her pulped remains were done processing.

It was additional knowledge enough for Twilight, as he seemed well versed in the predatory practice, and after getting her affairs in order, it was not hard for the lustful learner to consent to the consumption. Discord somewhat impressed by the calm composure the pony presented herself with, as he could sense the needy emotions welling within the equine as she presented her plan, to her perspective predator. It was cute really, and compliant cuisine made a peculiar change of pace from Discord’s usual fair of mewling meat when he found himself peckish and decided to partake in ponies.

The ingestion interesting to say the least, as even as he was swallowing his smart snack, he could hear the muffled mumblings of the mare taking mental notes, as she gained a first-hand account of the god's guts. Twilight treating the whole situation scientifically, even if he could smell the musky arousal of her wettened marehood. The tasty pony playing her part perfectly, as she tried her best to be a good dinner to her devourer’s accommodating insides. The mare courteously tucking her head in to prevent her horn prodding something tender, as she tried to relax and let nature take its course on her pliant proteins. The unicorn having studied enough biology to know what happened to food once it was safely stowed in the stomach, and with a prompted exhale and a burp she peacefully gave up her calories with a final writhing wriggle.

Discord mulling the moment when Twilight gave up the ghost, as the short and sweet squirms shuddered to a stop, and with a slow exhale he felt the unicorn’s hammering heart flutter to one final stop. This intimate method Discord’s preferred way of dealing with a mare-sized meal, as though it would only take a flick of his fingers to transform Twilight into a chocolaty turd, he found this method much more fun. The smug satisfaction of feeling a sentient snack willingly surrender their succulent sustenance to him simply intoxicating, and if he were not friends with Fluttershy, he would have definitely added another mare or two to his middle to make a real meal out of this little affair of appetite. Alas though he had to behave, and he would spend the evening breaking down his single portion of plump purple pony.

The digestion going normally, as he dealt with Twilight no differently than any other hunk of fine female flesh, he had had the delight of dining upon. His hand rubbing the swell she made in his middle almost lovingly, as he maintained his magic, to stoke Twilight’s soul, keeping it contained even as her frail frame melted into a well-mulched meatloaf. He could have let her die, but instead, he kept his promise, and after a few hours what was left of Twilight was neatly curled up in his colon ready to crown.

The transition into a bowel movement like an oozing flow to the liquidated mare, as she became aware of a sudden shifting sensation as she began to slip free from a gaping tailstar. The ajar anus spreading into a silent scream, allowing the mare to experience one last fleeting moment of contact with another creature until her excreted form was entombed for the foreseeable future. The doughy dump Twilight made slithering out of the squatting draconequus relaxed rectal ring like a hazel butter, as the mare amounted to a sizable but very much smooth shit.

The feeling compared to how she assumed toothpaste felt as it was forced out of the tube in a steady coil, as with a few soggy plops she began to fill her expertly shaped urn. Her silica skin cold to the touch, causing a neural shiver to race through her misplaced mind, the moment her faecal form kissed the funnel-like opening of her well-crafted container. The brown clay continuing to flow, as the bulk of the unusable biomass from the metabolized mare was birthed as a brunette batter. The condensed down compost crackling crisply as it cleared the colon in an orderly fashion, and soon several logs of fresh feminine fertilizer had been deposited in the cradling confines of her crystalline coffin.

The dirty deluge soon drained from the draconequus and with a final clenching push, the last of the semi-solid slurry spooled out of him like a repugnant rope. The mare remaining an even consistency throughout, as her bones and hair seemed to have been perfectly distributed along the steaming stool, helping to stabilize the titanic turd as it tumbled into the waiting tomb below. The nubs of acid pitted calcium dotting the fetid fudge like a nougat, adding a tickling texture as it traversed over his tailhole, reminding Discord that he had just wolfed down a full-grown equine like some trivial treat.

A waft of his hand removing any remaining residue, even if the equine had left dry, and with a clap of his mismatched hands he sealed the sarcophagus before the septic smell of twilight’s leavings began to stink up the place. The now lighter god turning to inspect his handiwork, eager to see how well he had absorbed the nutrient-rich mare. The once prolific predator reducing the equines entire existence down to three large blobs of the mare’s rearranged beige base components. Broken bits of Twilight’s former features sitting buried in every inch of her intestine tanned indigestibles, with only scant pieces periodically peeking through the uniformly greasy surface to offer acid bleached clues on the identity of the rearranged and repurposed mare’s significantly reduced volume.

Discord pleased with Twilight’s new look, though from the outside there were no signs of life, just slimy scat cooling in a prismatic glass wrapper. He had tried to match the tone to the colour of the unicorn’s fur, and based on the oily clumps of ruined hair, he had gotten pretty close to the original hue. The reinforced resin moulded to an exact replica of Twilight’s once attractive body, though now it just served as a see-through vessel to hold the unmade unicorn’s encased turd. The semi-opaque septic tank allowing Discord to scrutinize what he had shat out without the risk of his nose being assaulted by an offensive odour. The draconequus running his clawed finger over the polished finish, as he counted 4 hooves, scattered fragments of bone, and random patches of oily fur, mixed in with the more standard manure. The loose assemblage of technicolour keratin serving as the fibre in the spongy log of ex-equine, preventing the bowel brewed mare from leaving as a disgusting discharge of runny diarrhoea.

Discord’s keen eye scanning over the claggy crap, before he spotted the mare’s detached horn just below where Twilight’s cutiemark had once adorned her flank. The lost looking wand that had cast countless spells now sitting suspended in a sludgy emulsion, as just a ribbed lump of well-used proteins. Twilight refined down to her basic elements, before being reforged as another leached lump of God guano. A slight bump in his belly telling Discord a ball of Twilight’s mane and tail was still sitting snuggly in his sweltering stomach, as the last vestiges of the eaten equine awaited eviction. Discord nursing the turgid food baby like an expectant mother, before with a fancy flourish of his fingers Twilight’s freshly cleaned tail and mane were adoring her urn with the nerd’s normal style.

Discord nonchalantly manipulating the lavender casket and he tried to pick a final pose in which to present his pony prey. His mind settling on Twilight standing in a suggestive stance, so that the statue was stooped over in a presenting pose. The anatomy perfectly accurate to how Twilight had been in life, as he sneakily run his hand over her crack when he had engulfed the equine to get a proper lay of the land within the intergluteal crease. The sensual snapshot allowing him to perfectly model the pony’s private places, creating a pert ponut and a plump pussy for future generations to marvel at, as a cautionary tale about giving in to their depraved desires. The draconequus making a few final tweaks, before he left Twilight to think about her new lot in life, as he was sure soon enough a strapping stallion or curious mare would come along to make use of her inviting orifices, and then the unicorn would experience the thrill she had been so craving….



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Twilight read about a long-forgotten erotic experience that allowed the mind and soul to be preserved in a crystal coffin. The intellectual equine immediately interested in the knowledge that could be gained from such an experience, though to her distaste she requires Discord's help. One think leads to another and Twilight ends up preserved in a suggestive stance, after all, Discord said he would help her, he didn't promise he wouldn't have fun at the same time. Not like Twilight's in much of a place to protest the current pose....

A collab/ trade with  DarkPinkie using the Ona Urn concept I have co-developed with  sevensix . Hopefully, you enjoy this odd concept, as it is definitely more exotic than your standard scat disposal.

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