“Tch!”

“Who would’ve guessed this would’ve been the end for you and every single one of your beloved sisters?” chided Bug, as she casually mocked the last waning wriggles of her most recent ingestive indulgence. The sounds of pleading prey petering out, as the squirming struggles of the grey glutton’s massive multi-mare meal began to slow too but sporadic spasms before invariably stopping. The quivers and quakes jiggling Bug’s bust nicely, as the bumbling bulges floundered against each other before one by one slacking off with a final confused convulsion, as suffocation overcame the entombed equine bundled up in her bosom.

The frightened fidgeting and muffled mewling soon replaced with the gurgling churns of steady digestion, as Bug’s biology began to break down her curvaceous cargo of chevaline. The dour devourer losing track of how many partaking’s of pony she had eaten during all the excitement, The earth pony knowing she had one brewing in her belly, but the exact number of processing passengers her gorgeous globes were grinding down was a mystery. Not like it mattered much if it was 6 or 10, as that fleeting sense of fussing individuality would soon be lost to a uniform molten mush once her stowed snacks began to melt into a single simmering mass of marbled female flesh.

Bug just stroking the opulent expanse of her overloaded orbs, as she breathed in the dying desperation of her dinner. Her tender frogs gliding over the gargantuan glands, as the slate snarfer explored the softening state of her snacks, through the peachy veneer of the doughy delights. The earth pony’s hoof tip tracing across every inch of the strained skin, as examined the shuddering outlines encapsulated within the erogenous extremities. The fumbling trembles of those trapped within her titanic tits intoxicating, but soon enough that reluctant constitution crumbled, as the whimpering contents of Bug’s bountiful bosom was churned into a creamy buttermilk. The crackles and crunches of compounding calcium filling the air with gentle groans, as the tantalizing melons began to metabolise their hefty haul of pony protein into a velvety ivory emulsion.

Bug letting out a pleased purr, as she savoured the jubbly sensation of her buxom boobs succulently swelling with a rich alabaster lactate. The attractive assets seeming to grow a little rounder with each kneading compression, as the awkward angles and morbid protruding from Bug’s chest began to get smoother as the dour devourer’s effeminate banquet began to dissolve. Their bones buckling, soft tissues sluicing, as layer by layer their existence was eroded into a solitary fatty fluid. A fibrous pop marking the moment a cranial casemate caved, followed by a second, then a third, as skulls and other larger segments of skeleton succumbed to the persistent squeeze of Bug’s bubbly baps. Efficient enzymes eating away at the encased equine, as Bug gave specific squeezes to help speed along the process of processing the nutritious tissues tucked away in her teats. Everything practised and proper, and by the time the last mare concluded her worried writhing, most of her siblings were already mostly skeletonized, as their softer parts had long since marinated into a solution ready for suckling.

The engorged earth pony patting the bulge her final stubborn serving made through her swollen epidermis, before beginning to rub the feminine simulacrum into a more agreeable paste.
The mare whose identity alluded Bug responding with a little rattle, but it was just a dying nerve responding to the tactile stimuli, and did not come anything close to a second wind. No, she just curled into a complaint fetal position, and gradually began to liquidate like a good little lump of lunchmeat. Bug smirking as she felt the solid figure turn a little runnier, before with a soggy squelch and a powerful contraction, me mare unfurled into just a goopy ball of sizzling gore, just as her sisters had before her. The slate snarfer giving her adipose accentuated accessories a few more prods to ensure that her cleavages’ condensing payload was boiling down correctly, before leaning back and letting out a smug sigh, as nature began to take its course beneath the sensitive screen of her plump pillows. The grey glutton emitting a sated murmur, as now the only thing left for her to figure out, was what to do with all this milk sloshing in her now extravagantly heavyset hooters….

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During a little trip to a farmers market, Bug got a little bit peckish. The moody mare deciding to scratch this little itch in an unconventional manner, which will be sure to bump her up a few bra sizes, and make a good few gallons of mare milk...

A gift done for me by Nomi, who was kind enough to draw Bug devouring her set of berry-related siblings. I hope they enjoy this salacious story, as I greatly appreciated getting this unexpected image :)

This is part of a set, the other parts can be found below:

Part one: you are here

Part two (external): https://aryion.com/g4/view/814951

Part two (internal): https://aryion.com/g4/view/814954

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