Pffftttt….

Crrrrckk….

The slight hiss of rancid gas paired perfectly with the easing crackle of moist crap curling out of a congested colon. The phlegmy sounds of scat slithering out of a spread sphincter creating a wet white noise, as the draconequus casually birthed the beefy bowel movement that had been brewing in his belly for the better part of the day. The condition of the fresh fertilizer being released from the relaxed rectum tangible in the air, as every foul fart served that trickled through the ajar tail hole served as a reminder to the septic state of his sovereign supper.

Every nuance of the fermented filth discernible in the steady series of putrid poots, as the amorphous blob of bleached brown biomass left as a messy mudslide of well-marinated mare meat. The trip through Discord’s guts condensing Celestia down into just another dense dump, and though his stately snack was stretching out his back passage nicely, she was far from what he would consider a stubborn shit. The processed princess passing smoothly, as Celestia’s reconstituted remains coiled out like a creamy clay, which glided out of his pucker like a pliant putty.

The alicorn’s unwilling abdication neat and concise, as a few confident swallows had been more than enough to convert Celestia into quivering chevaline. The weak wriggling, and scared squirms simply divine, as the experienced equine eater took the well-aged mare as easily as one might drink a glass of water. Discord finding his female feast a fighter, her pride guaranteeing that much, though her frantic fidgeting didn’t really mean much if she was already safely stowed in his stomach. The supposedly powerful princess impotent against her own ingestion, and with a few audible gulps she was nothing more than a shuddering swelling in the draconequus’s midsection.

The animated bulge of the so-called goddess initially rather active, but this soon began to wane as the draconequus calmly cradled his misshapen midsection. The meek movements and muffled mewls soon losing their steam, and before long the distinct outlines of Celestia’s shape began to soften. The shivering simulacrum’s fight fading without any fanfare, with only a few jittering spasms from the twitching tummy to serve as some form of restless resistance. The floundering fumbles doing little to deter Discord’s curious hand slowly stroking over the fetally folded figure within him, as he savoured every desperate tremble from his royal banquet. The thought he was so easily transforming a long life of lavish luxury into just another thick turd oddly intoxicating, as his fondling fingers felt every churn of the gurgling gut take off another layer of definition from his pedigree prey.

The repressed ruler writhing against the squeeze of the stomach, as each kneading squish pushed the powerless pony a little closer to her destiny as draconequus dung. The princess trying to push back against the claustrophobic chamber enveloping her entirety, but her cramped convulsions only caused the dank dungeon she was wallowing to clamp down to contain her boisterous bucking. The whole sweaty affair uncouth, uncoordinated and above all unceremonious, as the solar sovereign was left stewing in the acrid abyss. The feeling like butter coming to a boil, as chaos infused enzymes began to eat away at the mare’s marbled meats, which had matured to a heavenly perfection during her millennia-long rule.

Cake and comfort mixing into a delightful combination within Discord’s doughy delicacy, that created an exquisite dish, to which all normal partaking’s of pony paled in comparison. The composure of his conquest quaint, making the draconequus grateful he had not rushed this filling feast with a simple flick of his fingers, as he found this fleeting fight infinitely more fun.

The alicorn’s age and experience falling flat, as it did not take long for Celestia to curl up and capitulate to the stomach’s smothering seal. The royal’s reputation doing little to impact her fate as food, as with a final dying jerk Celestia briskly converted into an attractive bundle of prestigious protein. The princess’s previous existence now irrelevant, as the large lump she made was now just a swaying dead weight beneath her better. The extinguished equine soon just a sloshing soup well on her way to becoming a heaping mound of monarch manure, as though it was not every day one got to eat a princess, Discord treated Celestia no differently than the waste and calories she was born to be.

Celestia not taking long to begin knocking on the royal exit, as a couple of hours were all it took for the alicorn to swap her alabaster coat for a more oily hazel. The greasy girth sitting heavily against Discord’s tight log cutter with an incessant pressure, as what remained of Celestia yearned for release. The gentleman never one to leave a lady waiting, so with a commanding clench Discord gave the push necessary for Celestia to begin to crown. The god letting out a purring sigh as the greasy girth made itself known, as a muddy mulch of ex-equine made her grand exit.

The processed princess a simple none issue, as for how hard she had been braying against his brown-eye, Discord would have been lying to have said Celestia was a strenuous shit. The metabolized mare just slowly sliding free in what amounted to a grotty glide, with only the odd thump of her royal regalia strewn amongst the scatty soil to interrupt the disgusting deluge of otherwise uniform indigestibles. Discord just letting the hair and bone enfused faeces flow, as to his disappointment he found nothing especially red-letter about the compliant dirt crinkling out of his straining rectum.

the discombobulated deity already considering how he would tease his princess plaything once she reformed, as demented dreams and warped realities convalesced into one within the swilling slosh that was his immaterial imagination. Then again, mayhaps he would leave Celestia without the memory of what had tastily transpired, lest she grow desensitised to being devoured, as it was always more fun if the unwilling worming had a distressed urgency to them, which only came from the devoted belief that she was about to take a one-way trip through a peckish predator's piping. Either way, the regal mare’s outcome as odour was mellowly meandering out of his agape arsehole in a steady stream of caramelized crud. The oily slop squelching forth as a gradual growth, giving the impression that the draconequus was growing a second tail, which to be fair was not a rare occurrence for his ever-shifting morphology.

The turd never once turtling, with the only thing that even encroached on a hold up being a stubborn skull, that required a stern shunt to shift. The sensation like shitting a stone, as the lump of bothersome bone completed its journey irritatingly intact, though thankfully it did not cause an impacted blockage as it barged its way free from Discord’s compressing core. The lump of acid pitted calcium just adding another tantalizing texture to the equine being excreted, who despite her status had turned out rather vanilla compared to some of the more exotic things to opulently ooze over Discord’s picky palate.

Not like Discord disliked the peaceful poop, as it allowed the predator to ponder on the nature of things as he voided his nutrient leached leavings, and before long he was pinching off the tail end of the last long with a nibbling nip. His twisting thoughts mulling interesting ideas, as he wondered if Cadance or Luna would make a more eventful entrée if he decided to dabble in their flesh as a form of frivolous evening entertainment. Then again, his time with Fluttershy had taught him that love left him more than a bit gassy, and he was sure that the princess of the night would put him to sleep with her boring display. The god ruminating to himself with a sinister hum, as regardless of who he had for dinner the cooling pile would be more or less the same, even if princess-sized portions were on the menu. The only difference being the duration of the dump, as compared to their subjects the rulers of Equestria made pretty huge heaps. This fact making the god chuckle, as in spite of Celestia’s shameful showing, Discord was sure that she would soon be another guilty habit in his erratic snacking schedule….

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Though Discord doesn't need food to sustain himself, he was never one to stray away from the casual consumption of the denizens of Equestria. The god taking a perverse enjoyment in such dining domination, which he had been deprived of during his tenure as a petrified statue in the Canterlot royal gardens. The lord of chaos not taking long to return to his old ways, which Celestia found out to her horror after a few surging swallows bolted over her body, leaving her suddenly stowed in the sweltering shroud of a groaning gullet. The peckish predator not playing for keeps this time, as though he would love to leave the packed-away princess as fly food, he thought better of it, as he knew it would upset Fluttershy...


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