“Hmm… I think I recognize that diaper,” mumbled an amused Pan as she took a long sip of her coffee, not the least bit surprised by the anal avalanche cascading down behind the glass before her. The mare observing the filthy flow with a passing curiosity, as the rich bowel butter oozed between the pins of the pachinko machine like a soily waterfall. The defecating display nothing new to the unicorn, and in truth she had probably dumped bigger dinners, but Bug had been on a bit of a tear that morning, and it was strangely satisfying to watch her shit out more than her body weight in bleached brown biomass.

Pan just listening to Bug grunt, as she knew the majority of the marinated manure was what was left of the twins. The now sluiced siblings willingly slipping down the mardy mare’s tight throat, as they seemed to want nothing more than to spend their Sunday curled up in a cramped 69 position within the steamy sleeve of Bug’s stomach. The two clearly pleasuring each other, as their lustful moans were more than audible through the inch or so of earth pony separating the packed away Pegasus from the outside world. The gyrations of their hips and clearly visible through the strained skin, as passionate sequence of erotic quivers and twitches, shuddered out of the swaying swelling that was the copulating couples interlocked bodies in the short time before digestion dissolved the duo into a sizzling soup.

Nature just running its course, with Bug rubbing her bloated belly in specific places to help break down the more stubborn bones loitering in the churning chyme within her gurgling gut. The mulched meat gradually pumping into Bug’s lower plumbing and in due time all that remained of their unmetabolized components was a heaping load of fresh fertilizer neatly nestled in Bug’s colon in desperate need of crapping. It was this sizable deposit of dung that was now spewing out of the miffed mare’s parted ponut like a fetid fondue, as apart from a few wet farts the massive mudslide of scat slithered out in a continuous dirty deluge, thoroughly clogging the machine that Bug had been playing just moments ago.

Pan knowing there would be a third pulped pony mixed in with the messy mulch, as a single snide comment from the stall attendant about Bug’s first shot had been more than enough reason for the dour devourer to swiftly send them down for a short stay in her stomach. Bug easily subduing the sudden panic of her prey, and with a few confident gulps, the hapless mare was gliding towards the gut as little more than a fidgeting lump, as Bug made the stupid slut pay for her words with a full serving of frightened female flesh.

The mare wriggling frantically for a few minutes before the caustic cavity clamped down with a sickening crunch, as Bug casually put an end to her snide snack’s struggles. The gut then gurgling happily as it rapidly got to work converting the mangled meatball of ex-equine down into a simmering stew, that after a meandering stint in the earth pony’s intestines was just another compressed log loitering in the cosy confines of Bug’s colon. The trio of processed ponies combining to make a monstrous mess, which Bug had no qualms about showing off, as with a series of clenches she began to rid herself of the now faecal forms of her most recent fodder.

The foul fudge trundling downwards like hazel tar, as it escaped Bug’s pipework only to immediately coil downwards into the infernal machine that the peeved pony had decided to deface. The seeping flood of crackling faeces creeping downwards with the consistency of clay, the only deviance being an acid pitted skull that clattered free from Bug’s ajar anus, before quickly becoming stuck wedged within the inner workings of the now gammy game. Pan glancing at the trapped cranium with a morbid interest before returning to surveying the turds trickling past her, as the steady motion of the septic stream was oddly relaxing.

Above her Bug’s nibbling brown eye was gently blinking as she birthed her coiling bowel movement with a series of soft squeezes. A sweat forming on Bug’s body as she unloaded the heaping haul of horse apples she had been brewing in her belly, as one by one the phlegmy loaves of well-used pony puree fell free in a greasy tide of sloppy sewage. The voyeuristic unicorn just watching, as the mass of melted meat rapidly surpassed the size of her own morning dump, though for the time being Pan was yet to change out of her chugged conquest now residing in her diaper, as she instead opted to wallow in her filth and enjoy the show. Pan just enjoying the show of an engorged equine emptying herself of a heavy meal, as the staring unicorn took another long swig of her drink. The mare mulling the strong coffee on her tongue, as a gurgle emanated from the amazon’s middle, leaving Pan pondering where she and Bug would go for Lunch once she was done dropping off her broken down breakfast……


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After Bug enjoyed the Naark twins as a filling and very much smutty breakfast, Pan decided to take the moody mare to the pachinko parlour to again try her luck. This didn't end well and after a few dud apples, the attendant made a mocking comment, that was more than enough to grant the cunt a full tour of her GI tract. The bucking bulge in Bug's belly soon dying down, and then it was just a matter of enjoying the sensation of shitting out the scoffing slut in her own machine....

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