Of the long and colourful list of Bug’s countless consumptive crimes against Equestria’s tasty citizenry, it was honestly a surprise which of the mare’s myriad of misdeeds finally allowed the law to catch up with the dour devourer. The mare expecting a long rap sheet to be recited to her when she was arrested, but to her disappointment she found herself being charged with a single frivolous felony. Bug genuinely confused when the overbearing officer putting the cuffs on her simply remarked “tax evasion,” as the grey glutton had anticipated something along the lines of general mayhem or the fact she literally fucking ate people.

Instead, she was given one measly transgression, as she was read her rights and bundled off to jail, like any other common criminal. The earth pony taken off guard by the accusation, and she immediately thought this had to be an easily ironed out misunderstanding, that at worst would be resolved with a small explanation or possible fine. Even so, it was a bit odd to her that they needed to surround her with six police ponies for such a white-collar offence, but she knew better than to fight back with so many witnesses, so just shrugged and willingly let them drag her plump plot down to the station.

The mare not thinking much of it, as at worse she would have a few partaking’s of pony to her waistline over the coming weeks in revenge for any possible rough handling by law enforcement. That didn’t come to pass though, and in hindsight, she probably should have ended it there with an incriminating ingestion, as she knew full well was more than capable of inhaling the fools who had fettered her like some drunken delinquent. Bug instead playing it safe, as she preferred not to take such a massive meal in public place, lest someone notice the suspiciously shaped belly bulge swaying beneath her barrel.

Bug completely oblivious to the fact that then royal guard acutely aware of the slate snarfer’s snacking spree, and that they had been eagerly waiting for any opportunity to pin something on the moody mare. Their job made difficult, as it was hard to get any definitive evidence about what she had discretely digested for dinner when she literally ate any evidence of her gluttonous wrongdoing. That was of course until Bug had filed her taxes for that calendar year, and after a bit of combing, to their joy, they saw a discrepancy in the buxom bitches earning of bits, which was immediately flagged for investigation now that they had finally gotten her on something. The error an 8 that where the ink had sputtered read as a 3, due to Bug’s horrible hoofwritting, which as usual looked as though a drunken spider had danced across the parchment after a few too many days drowning in the cups. To be fair on the magically challenged equine it was still pretty much legible for something she had scribed with the pen in her mouth, but tax was non-negotiable, and they had swooped on her the moment they had something solid to convict with.

Because of this, the predatory pony found herself brought before the court and swiftly sentenced on trumped-up charges of intentional and very much malicious misconduct for what amounted to 5 bits of misplaced revenue she owed to the crown. What Bug had expected was a slap on the wrist, but instead, she got the most severe sentence possible, as she was slapped with an obscene amount of community service in aid of one of the princesses’ many infrastructures projects. The initial criteria for freedom seemingly pretty simple, as the shackled earth pony was expected to help build a road on the southern fringe of Equestria, though at the time they failed to mention vital elements of the job description.

The most pressing to Bug being the somewhat important caveat that the primordial forest the highway was supposed to transect was inhabited by all manner of carnivorous creatures and ferocious flora. The expectation of the legal system was that the troublesome equine not last more than a week of her 3000 hours of indentured servitude, and would end up as a struggling swelling in some beast’s belly, well that or fresh fertilizer for the voracious vegetation. The problem pony dealt with and some monster got a mardy meal of mare meat, which to the courts seemed like the ideal solution to deal with what had been a stubborn thorn in the side of the town council for years.

Unfortunately for them, this assumption was more than a bit optimistic, as even though Bug was no fan of the sweltering jungle, she had an annoying habit of thriving in the chaos. It could even be said Bug was built for this kind of hostile environment, as her opportunistic nature, and simple stubbornness left her standing even when the other dregs and even the odd guard assigned to her work team were reduced to a sloshing swell in some creatures slowly shrinking stomach. Female flesh filling the bellies of all manner of aggressive animals on a daily basis, as Gollox, Gerrothorax, Bumbleblax, larder vines and all conceivable breeds of hungry worms took their fill of the expendable equines when the opportunity presented itself during Bug’s treacherous tour through muddy hell.

Bug just dealing with the fearsome forest one day at a time, and though she found the pair of shorts she was issued was a bit too snug for her round rump, she didn’t really have many issues with the wildlife. The equine’s entomological knowledge constantly coming in handy, though every so often she had to hit something with the sharp edge of a shovel if it got too close to garner a taste of what it deemed a potential pony prey item. The bruised beast then chittering away from the paunchy defender to find a less bristly snack, and a few minutes later Bug would usually hear the scared squealing of some other weaker mare who was destined to end the day stewing in a stomach.

After about a week of this Bug managed to scrounge up a helmet and chest piece, to add a further level of protection to her curvaceous figure. The mare having no qualms scrounging the discarded garments, as she suspected the shuddering lump that had just been wearing them was in no need for such protection now that the stomach acid was beginning to burn at their skin. This routine repeating itself day in and day out, and soon Bug had a reputation that she could talk to the worms, as ponies that gave her shit had a habit of being ground down into a mare meatball by a churning annelid gut by the end of the day. Bug of course using this to her advantage when she grew peckish for something other than rations and decided to indulge, as it wasn’t like they checked the contents of the outhouse, so she saw no harm in failing to mention that once in a while she was the one savouring the satisfied hair and feather laced belches that only came from eating an equine…



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When Bug found herself arrested she thought she was finally going to be given credit for her obscenely long list of consumptive crimes. Unfortunately, she was only put on trial for tax evasion, leaving the mare forced to do some very dangerous community service to pay off her debt to society...

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