“Thanks for tuning in to his private show today guys, Sorry I can’t do this on the normal public channel, but they will drop the banhammer on me again. Despite that little inconvenience you are in for a treat, as I am pleased to announce that we have another royal guest on the show for this evening, and I am sure that she can’t wait to see you…” Introduced Pan cheerfully, before her confident smirk shifted into a sultry smile. The mare suggestively tapping her protruding potbelly with a gentle pat, as she silently indicated that what remained of her most recent regal indulgence was just about done brewing, and was now resting neatly in the recess of her rectum awaiting disposal.

A familiar pressure slowly building against the unicorn’s backdoor, as she stood up and adjusted the camera to reveal the diaper, she had donned in an attempt to avoid the prude censors who took offence with her consumptive content. The attractive amazon turning to present her plot to the webcam, shuffling slightly to assume a stable stance, before she gritted her teeth and gave an effeminate grunt. The mare’s bloated barrel visibly contracting as she clenched her core, and began to squeeze out the condensed log of firm faecal fudge that had collected in her colon. The entrenched excrement seemingly excited to emerge, as with a steady chorus of crinkles and crackles the nappy began to expand to accommodate the deluge of dung seeping over the spread sphincter.

“Ah…. This Pipsqueak pleaser is gonna be a girthy one,” gasped Pan, as she felt her sovereign shit abruptly crown through her tender tailhole with a trembling thrum. The parted pucker yawning ever wider with a few wobbling winks, as the ajar anus tried to accommodate the passage of the steaming sausage of scat slithering through the sigmoidal in a continuous coil of moist manure. The tip of the turd striking the inside of the diaper with an oily squish, creating a soiled spot where the colonic clay made contact, that gradually grew in size as more and more of the blue-blooded bowel movement curled out of Pan’s ponut in a chocolatey swirl of process pony proteins. Pan biting her lip as she felt the fragments of broken bones and greasy clumps of ruined fur tickling over her agape arsehole, giving the mare glimmers of the reconstituted details of her long-digested dinner. The morbid stream of stimulation beyond satisfying, as the exhibitionist equine just enjoyed the sensation of her metabolized meal trundling across her erogenous exit.

“Yeah… she is leaving smooth,” remarked Pan as she commented on the consistency of the shit greasily gliding over her nibbling brown eye. The bleached brown biomass seeming pretty standard for a partaking of pegamare, as their brittle bones never seemed to have the constitution to offer any rear roughage by the time they reached the rear end of their devourer. Princess Pipp proving no exception, as the dump Pan was currently depositing was as agreeable as freshly churned butter. There was no stubbornness, just a complaint flow of hazel Horseapples, giving little indication that the unicorn’s most recent passenger had been anything special. Pipp starting somewhat spirited, but soon her squirms turned to quivers, before she eventually just tucked her head in and gave up, as for someone supposedly on top of the societal hierarchy, she had proven quite a bottom when it came to capitulating to her own consumption.

Pan just letting the soft serve soil stream out of her, well trying her best to look at what the spectating chat was trying to make of her shameless display. The feed erupting in engrossed chittering, as her anonymous patrons were clearly entertained by the sight of a so-called untouchable being shat out. The approval ringing true to the tune of notification dings, as a surge of shouts and new subscribers bombarded the channel in an applauding barrage. The sound music to the mare’s ears, as just from the sounds of things this little snack had more than paid for this month’s rent, if the frequency of the pings were any indication. Pan looking between her legs at the screen, as she tried to read the comments, which was an increasingly difficult task as her most recent batch of butt brownies continued to billow out blocking her view. The amazon recognizing some of the names, as it was always nice to see her friends tune in for one of her dirty exercises in excrement. Of course, the familiar faces were starting to get lost in the crowd, as Pan found herself gaining more and more fans with each episode of her appetite-related activities. Everything going perfectly to plan, as she played to the debaucherous desires of the perverts who dabbled in her deviancy. Pan hopeful that her number of viewers would continue to grow, and if she played her cards right, she might be lucky enough to have one or two of the most die-hard guts sluts pay her to have the prestigious privilege of making it onto her menu….

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After digesting and disposing of Zipp, Pan decided that her sister Pipp would be another fun guest for her blossoming streaming career...

A lemon requested by Gizmo as part of my patreon. For this lemon they wanted a sequel to my recent piece for them, using a piece of art commissioned from Secret Desires ( https://www.furaffinity.net/user/secretdesires/ ). For those curious about the first lemon, it can be found here: https://aryion.com/g4/view/818092

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