“Now where could she have gotten to?” mused Bug, as she settled into the well-worn seat of her dingy security room and began to skim through the grainy feed of her mismatched network of cameras. The mare intently staring into the middle monitor, as she began to briskly flick through the countless cameras until she found the particular channel she was looking for. The grey glutton shuffling slightly as she located the one that overlooked the guest bedroom, which as she expected was still completely empty.

“Hmm….” mulled Bug as she leaned back in her chair with a relaxed sigh, causing the old office chair to pained squeak from the sudden shift of the slate snarfer’s weight. Bug ponderously rubbing her chin, as she gave a little waggle so that her round rump could assume its regular position in the familiar arse groove she had carved into the chair over its many years of use. The mare taking a moment to get comfortable, before she reached over to the control panel and began to slowly rotate the camera just to be sure that the portly pony, she was searching for was not lurking in the surveillance equipment’s blind spot. The brisk sweep of the room as anticipated failing to manifest the missing mare, prompting Bug to tap a battered button with her hoof so that she could begin rewinding the footage in search of answers.

It was times like this Bug was glad she had invested in the myriad of cameras hidden throughout her home, as though she already had a good idea of what might have happened to Penny, it was always nice to have some evidence to confirm her suspicions. The paranoid number of cameras littering Bug’s lair initially envisioned to allow the dour devourer to check on all her animals from one central location, but in practicality, she used it to record feedings and other frisky fun for her later enjoyment. In this case though, Bug would be using the CCTV to solve the perplexing mystery that she was now presented with, as with Penny laden down with plump pegamare prey, the engorged earth pony could not have gotten far.

Bug’s memories of the ladies' night out a little hazy from cups, but she remembered that she had let the pudgy pony stay over when she had seen how unsteady the opulent equine had been on her hooves. Penny indulging a bit too hard in the nightlife, and by the time last orders rolled around, the worming meal in her bloated belly would have made the waddle home in her inebriated state more than a little sketchy. The bemusing recollection of the lardy lightweight struggling with a short set of stairs causing Bug to snort to herself, as six fruity pints had been more than enough to leave the opulent equine tipsy and from there 12 had been overboard leaving the mare as drunk as a duck. The chubby pony’s coordination getting no better on the walk back to Bug’s house, and by the time they got there, Penny only needed a light nudge for her to clumsily collapse into the cosy embrace of the bed in Bug’s spare room. The mattress letting out a chorus of creaks, as it caught the luscious lump of curvy chevaline, leaving Penny jiggling like jello until the momentum of the buxom bellyflop completely dissipated through the suffering springs.

The mare snuggling into the sheet and almost instantly starting to snore, as the food coma from the flabby female’s massive meal immediately came to a drowsy head. Penny quick to nod off, and because of this Bug had expected to find her intoxicated guest where she had left her, albeit it horribly hungover. Instead, though, the doughy equine seemed to have wandered off while the grey glutton had been sleeping, prompting the predatory pony to do a brief search before consulting her cameras for the misplaced mare’s whereabouts. It didn’t take the mardy mare long to figure out what had happened though, as she eagerly reviewed the fuzzy film only to go wide-eyed in surprise at the snarfing spectacle that began to play out.

“Oh, you have got to be shitting me…. The parasprite got out again…” exclaimed Bug, as she realized Penny was not gurgling in some greed grubs’ gut, and instead, it had been one of the more miniscule members of her menagerie that had taken advantage of the all you could eat buffet that was Penny’s blubbery body. The massive mound of unconscious mare meat proving irresistible to the minute monster, and with a moment of hesitation to evaluate the exhausted equine, that would soon be making a sizable swell in its stomach. The fluttering fly intending to take the tart as a tubby treat, causing Bug to pause the video, before nudging the record button as she already knew Line was going to love what was about to unfurl.

The parasprite taking it slow at first, as it carefully prepared for the feast of female flesh to come, knowing full well if it was too hasty the pony might awake and easily fight off its chugging attack. The creature considering its options, as it buzzed around Penny before finally settling by her hind hooves as it picked its preferred starting point for its substantial serving of curvaceous chevaline. Bug watching in awe as the hungry horror gradually eased the yawning abyss that was its gaping mouth towards Penny’s oblivious lower limbs. The slumbering mare only giving a slight squirm as the accommodating throat edged its way over her hocks with a single squishing squeeze, though the wet caress did not seem to stir its sleeping snack. This inactivity only emboldening the peckish parasprite, and with a series of gulping undulations, it began to glide towards Penny’s paunchy glutes at a startlingly swift pace.

The sight queer to watch, as it would not really be accurate to say that the parasprite was swallowing Penny, more that it was simply pulling its flexible frame over the mare’s ample anatomy like a warm wrapper. The adipose accentuated figure proving no obstacle to the parasprite, as with a shuffling waltz it committed to the consumption and began to gradually pack way its passive pony prey. Penny’s lower legs neatly folding up as they squeezed against the shallow bottom of the beast’s belly, as she naturally tried to assume a more bunched up position within the churning cavity creeping over her fatty frame.

Hoof, pastern, fetlock, cannon, hock, gaskin and soon her bubbly buttocks were all little more than a shapely swelling straining the parasprite's taut skin. The carnivorous creature coasting over Penny’s voluptuous couverture with a sequence of steady jerks and waggles, as it used its banquet’s own bulk to help push her ever deeper into its dilating digestive system. The earth pony for her part blissfully unaware of this unexpected dinner date, as she continued to kip, even as inch by inch more and more of her mouth-wateringly calorific physique was relegated to filling fodder for an ambitious invertebrate. The only reaction from the mare being a few meek wriggles, interlaced with wetly belching up a couple of stray charcoal feathers, as her swollen stomach was squished between the parasprite’s advancing lips.

The liquidated lunch meat sloshing in her barrel proving squidgy, and the bulbous belly was soon squashed flush, as the parasprite enveloped the spherical sphere of sloshing ex-equine. The appetite driven animal just continuing to advance, as each throbbing tug of its tight throat dragged the predator over another inch of hazel fur. Penny only starting to awake when she felt a puckered pair of lips begin lapping at the back of her drowsy head, but by then the groggy pony was powerless to prevent her fate as food.

“Huh?” mumbled the befuddled mare, as her attempt to move was met by a meek wave from her hooves and a dizzy nod of her stupefied skull. The muddled mare needing a moment to orientate herself, but that was a luxury she did not have, and before Penny could work out what was happening to her, a final peristaltic pulse pushed what was left of her into the palpitating precipice to her digestive destiny. Penny cringing as she felt her body ooze into the stubby oesophagus, completely entombing the entire equine in a skin-tight seal of sweltering kneading. The engulfed equine’s entire body slathered in saliva, as with a confused quiver she slithered down the throbbing throat on a terminal slip and slide to the stomach.

The Parasprite sitting on its gargantuan gut like a trembling waterbed, as the gorged insect basked atop the mountain of now protesting pony protein it had managed to wolf down. The creature licking its lips as it favoured the fleeting flavour of its dumpy dinner, before it lethargically looked down at the supple stack of sustenance now safely stewing in its misshapen middle. The detailed simulacrum of the mare resting on the linen, where it periodically rocked as the stowed equine attempted to escape the hostile hold of the caustic cavity that was smothering her like a damp blanket.


“Hmmph?!”

“Wmph?!”

Meeped Penny, as she tried to comprehend where she was, even as the overloaded organ encapsulating the equine wetly clamped down to contain any panicked bucking from its pubbly prize. The strangling snare of the stomach causing the pony to panic, and with a fidgeting flurry Penny bumbled into a twitching commotion as she tried to fumble her way free of her close-fitting captivity.

“GLmph!”

“Hrmph!”

Mewled the mare, as her muffled pitch increased in desperation in response to the strong acids being lathered into her matted coat began to bite. The slow burn sizzling against the equine’s tender epidermis, as she realized her dank dungeon was already beginning to process her into a more workable puree. The stifled sounds gradually growing weaker, as all Penny’s thrashing quickly caused the encased equine to tire, allowing the claustrophobic stomach to gradually encroach on the distressed equine. The gut forcing Penny to assume a cramped position, as she found herself unable to hold back the sour strokes of the stomach, which forced her head to casually tuck against her breast with only a few nudging prods. The mare economically goaded into an ever-smaller space, as the stomach contracted around the shivering slap of sustenance it was preparing to sluice into a chunky stew. The cowers and cries going unnoticed, as the sounds of the gut gearing up to refine the pony down into a creamy chyme soon drowned out Penny’s niggling complaints.

GLORP

SLORSH

GLRORSH

SLORSH

GLURP

GURGLE

GLORP

GURLORP

GURGLE

The sounds of Penny simmering into a soupy broth audible as bit by bit the female’s finer features began to round out. The prominent protrusion remaining pony shaped for a time, but soon enough it began to round out as the parasprite began to metabolize its mare meal down into her useful base elements. Bug watching this with a morbid curiosity, as through the thin veil of the parasprite’s hide she could see every little bone being unmade with an occasional crunch or crack. The televised feeding making Bug glad that all her parasprites were sterile, as the brown blob of biomass brewing in its belly would have been more than enough for the overloaded mare muncher to spawn a swarm. Thankfully because of previous mistakes, Bug had been diligent to ensure that lacked the little monsters lacked the capacity to start multiplying.

Safe in the knowledge that she didn’t have to go exterminate a hive, Bug just continued to observe the mushy mare continue to melt. The bulge that had been Penny eventually giving a final spasm and going still, though by that time the parasprite perched on top of her had long since nodded off, as it focused all its faculties into rendering down the mare into a fresh layer of fat on its diminutive frame. The absorption noticeable in real-time, and over the course of several hours the projecting protuberance deflated into a frumpy muffin top, as the groaning gut shrank down until all that remained was a dense ball of hair and hoof cups sitting snuggly in the parasprite’s misshapen middle. The greasy pellet roughly the size of a basketball by the time the Parasprite’s well-rested eyes flickered open after sleeping off its heavy helping of horse meat. The marbled tissues that made up the mare no match for its aggressive acids and efficient enzymes, leaving just a congealed conglomeration of the mare’s more stubborn components to be disposed of at its discretion.

The parasprite flapping its wings as it took flight, now that its passenger had been reduced to a much more manageable load. Its stomach swaying beneath it, as the act of taking to the wing caused the knotted remains of its condensed cargo to shift ever so slightly from side to side with each beat of its transparent wings. Bug following it on the cameras as it went to its preferred place to pass a pellet, and with a heaving hack what was left of Penny returned to the world as a steaming pile of corroded keratin. The earth pony just giving a shrug at the unceremonious end to Penny’s tour through a parasprite’s gastric system, before ejected the tape she had just recorded Penny’s little misadventure too. the grey glutton plucking up a sharpie, which she then twirled in her hoof as she tried to think of something clever to label name the VHS, and after a few ums and ars, she settled on the name “Paunchy Parasprite”, before adding it to her extensive collection of snuff home movies.

Bug placing the tape on the disorganized shelf above the monitors with the others, before she cracked her back and rose from her chair now that she knew she had a job to do. The earth pony stooping under the desk to retrieve a somewhat corroded bucket, before having another glance at the monitor to check exactly where the parasprite had left Penny’s oily leavings. The moody mare twisting a knob to return the feed to the live setting, just in the off-chance Penny’s pellet had gone walkabouts, before with a deep breath the somewhat miffed mare set out to collect what was left of the disassembled pony, she was now going to have to reluctantly pay to have reformed….


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After a night out on the town, and a filling meal Bug let Penny stay over at her house. To Bug's surprise though, once morning rolled around her full friend was nowhere to be seen, though a quick review of the security footage was more than enough for the perplexed grey glutton to find out where the mare had gotten to...

A rather long lemon collab for a digestion sequence done by Crazy Water ( https://derpibooru.org/profiles/Crazy+Water ). This one again featuring Penny, though it is her older design, as this short comic has been sitting in my to-do list for quite some time. Unfortunately it kept getting placed on the back burner for other projects, due to it being somewhat lengthy, so I am rather glad to share it now, hopefully you enjoy ;)

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