Coco unwittingly following this order to a tee, as her jumpy survival instinct compelled the meeping mare to squirm and shudder most pleasantly upon the princess’s pinching ponut. The skittish seamstress performing more than satisfactory as she smoothly slid through the princess’s parted pucker in a succulent slither. Luna’s normally swarthy face flush with a rosy hue, as each clamping clench from her colon, claimed another inch of the delicate designer her derrière was devouring. the spread sphincter thrumming with a tantalizing tingle, as Coco continued her twitching transition into the throbbing threshold of the tight turd tunnel.

Luna savouring every little stimulating shiver from her scared snack, as she rattled ineffectually against the nerve-rich lining of the lower bowel. The feeble fidgeting the fashionista’s best attempt at a floundering fight, as the whimpering woman wriggled and writhed in a desperate attempt to ward off the intimate intestinal insertion Luna seemed set on sending her on. The skin-tight seal of the rectal recess claggily creeping over Coco’s coat, as the sovereign eased her squealing suppository ever deeper, regardless of how much the designer audibly voiced her disgusted disdain. The couturist could cringe and cry all she liked, as to Luna this dogged reluctance only added to the atmosphere of her mewling meal.

The flustered fight rustling off every facet of the female’s frightened form simply intoxicating, as it only added to the enjoyment of the equine eating her. The frail attempt would soon fade though, as the lavish vibrations and bumbling bucks would soon bleed into a still silence once the stubborn stylish sank deeper into the princess’s prim piping. The twisting tubes of the plush plumbing rubbing away at Coco’s resistance, as she gradually oozed through the open orifice like the broken buttplug she was born to be. Luna just taking her time with the tail end of her fumbling feast, allowing her to lewdly relish every repressed motion from her jibbering meal.

Luna mulling every meek movement, as with her arms already engulfed, there was little the emotional equine could do to escape the enveloping embrace of the princess’s dank ductwork. The rectal ring edging ever forward, allowing the moaning monarch to claim Coco’s cutiemarks, heaving hips, and trembling thighs, with only a few gentle gyrations from her regal rump. The predator tracing the mare’s shape through her skin, as she bowed to the curvature of the colon, like she was a sausage slipping into its skin. Head, shoulders, ribcage, midriff, buttocks, all discernible within her body cavity, as Luna lounged, happily breathing in the helplessness of her hyperventilating haul of quivering mare meat. The sphincter contently suckling its way over the shuddering seamstress in a steady series of sucking smooches, as Coco was completely consumed by the sweltering core of her divine devourer.

The whole erotic affair all too easy, as well-trained Kegels and the occasional pinch of the pelvic floor were more than sufficient to squeeze the stylist into the snare of the colonic catacombs. Every palpitation almost peristaltic, urging Coco ever further along the silky sluiceway, until she felt her grimacing muzzle press against the ileocecal valve. The doughy bagel of muscle blinking at the boop, before beginning to wink weakly, as it dilated to shepherd the entombed equine further along the closefitting crap conduit. The equine’s entire existence reduced to a boisterous bulge, and a pair of waving hooves, that were erratically waving in a clumsy flail as they gingerly glided between the chubby cheeks of her consumer.

The lost looking limbs giving a few uncoordinated kicks, as if they might get a grip on the tubby tooshie lapping them up as lunch, but just like the rest of Coco, it was clear that they too would soon take a terminal trip through Luna’s nibbling tailhole. The mashing dabbles of the dung doorway more than capable of coasting over what remained of Coco with a few confident chugs, though for now, Luna seemed reluctant to cap off the equine exploring her royal exit. It was just too delightful to toy with her thrashing treat, as just the glimmer of salvation could spur a satisfying struggle out of even the most passive of prey things.

The hope that they might make it breeding a certain kind of reflexive audacity, that gave a more filling sense of domination when the packed away pony inevitably petered out, when they reluctantly expired to the inhospitable biology of their better. Luna just watching her lively lunch’s legs jitter, with a smug smile, as even now the equine was using her limited range of motion in a foolhardy attempt to trying to claw her way to freedom. Of course, she found no purchase on the paunchy pillows of fatty flesh framing her grand exit, but she would not falter in her tenacious attempt to avoid being another layer of marbled flank fat on the diarch unconventionally dining on her.

“Nmmph!!”

“Hmmph!!”

Coco spitting out a myriad of stifled shrieks, which were a mixture of grovelling pleas and animalistic vocalizations that strummed through the taut tummy containing her as amusing vibrations. The vexed noises growing in pitch as the princess began to slowly stroke the shaking swell, seemingly unbothered by the final flutters of her feisty food. The mulish nature of the earth pony engorging her somewhat commendable, as even with the threshing tiring, she continued to put on a good showing, by simply refusing to die and digest like the compliant clump of calories Luna’s guts would soon render her down into. She would be a good girl and tuck her head in eventually though, as sooner or later the worming stylist would succumb to her smothering surroundings and suffocate.

GLORRP…

The eager growl of Luna’s soon to be stuffed stomach confirming this eventuality with an ominous rumble, as in the princess’s hungry eyes Coco would serve her infinitely better as padding on her plump plot. The bundle of biomass that was the boutique worker probably had a few strong words on the matter, but the princess couldn’t hear her over the sound of her body breaking down her indulgence into her more useful base components. A few more gurgles grumbling out of the engorged equine’s gut, before with a crushing contraction Coco slipped into one last disorientated flurry of activity, before she ultimately slacked off and went still. A final “Hmmm….” wheezing from her lungs, before with a final disorderly jerk, Coco capitulated with a nervous jiggle of confused convulsions, leaving Luna just the task of sleeping off her humungous helping of chic chevaline...

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With Coco mostly contained, Luna could enjoy the weak wriggles of her worming snack. Unfortunately, the Princess's soft interior seems more than a little eager to get to work on her squirming seamstress snack...

Part 3 of a multipart collab between me and Crazy Water ( https://derpibooru.org/profiles/Crazy+Water ). This was part of his contribution to the Anal Autumn Art pack, that can be found at the following link:

https://aryion.com/g4/view/729107

The other parts of this salacious sequence can be found below as they are posted:

Part one: https://aryion.com/g4/view/784046

Part two: https://aryion.com/g4/view/784506

Part three: you are here

Part four: https://aryion.com/g4/view/785423

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