“Hm! Not bad for your first time eating out a mare~” Remarked Strike, as she casually critiqued the satisfactory servicing her now safely stowed snatch snack had given her. The engorged equine letting out a smug sigh, as she leaned back into the warm embrace of a freshly made bed, somewhat tired from discretely carrying her wriggling passenger the short distance up a flight of stairs from the mares toilet to the room she had rented above the bar. The thrum of music and excited chatter below still audible through the floor boards, though the thick wood made it but a muted murmur, that was as easily ignored as the muffled mewling coming off her packed-away prey, who even now was pathetically pleading against her unbearably cramped predicament with an indiscernible string of stifled squeals.

“Keep squirming like that, it feels good,” goaded Strike, as she slowly rubbed the fidgeting mass her mare-sized meal made in her misshapen midriff. The mare mulling the erratic thrashing coming off her twitching treat with mild interest, as she knew she could spur a few more succulently spirited spasms out of the curled-up chevaline once digestion began to run its course over the fallible female flesh that had indulged her with an unwilling full body insertion. Her disorientated dinner delectably delicate, making it all the more fun to toy with the terrified unicorn trapped within her trembling tummy. The lounging earth pony instead just focusing on the satisfying squiring wobbling through her womb, as each disorientated jerk, quaking quiver or bumbling buck rubbed just the right nerves within her erogenous interior. Tender innards pinching pleasantly, as her blue-furred banquet blindly struggled for her life, completely helpless against the sluicing fate as future femcum Strike’s remorseless reproductive tract had in mind for her.

“Help!”

“S-stop!”

“It hurts…”

“Don’t do this!”

“Please!”

The snivelling begging falling on deaf ears, as the calls for mercy went completely unheeded, seeing as the weak writhing emanating off the enveloped equine was doing little to entice her devourer into disgorging her. Her entire existence now just to serve as filling lunchmeat to liquidate as far as Strike was concerned, who had been ignoring her flittering fanny food’s opinion from the second a strong shunt had smooshed her snout through the throbbing threshold of her hungry cervix. The sticky secretions soaking into her now matted down coat evidently starting to sting, as the musky surrounding encapsulating the entombed equine began to grow rather hostile to her worming presence. The sealed organ gradually filling with caustic fluids as it prepared to begin dissolving the distraught unicorn, leaving her to only whine ineffectually against the bitter fluids soaking against her reddening skin, leaving the stewing slut to continue her annoying gurning even as she began her conversion into a soupy slush.

The damp darkness smothering the mare like a steamy shroud, prompting Strike’s simmering supper to begin incessantly spasming in a blind attempt to escape the sudden burning sensation that had been drizzled over her hide. The humid hug unbearable, but try as she might she could not push back the undulating walls of the squeezing uterus. Strike relishing every last meek meep from her hysterical helping of mare meat, as the sputter of a startled survival instinct added another flustering flourish to the burning need currently boiling within her loins. The earth pony tenderly reaching towards her marehood, as she began to polish her pearl, eager to deal with the pent-up passion of her own carnal desires. The languishing lump of floundering chevaline pressing against all the right places, adding a whole new level of kinkiness to the act of rubbing one out, as she convulsed and shuddered sporadically all through the self-indulgent sex.

At one point Strike thought she heard her taint treat mumble something about “casting a spell,” but a rolling clench from her cramped core was enough to put an end to such foolish ambitions with a gritty crunch. The sharp crack of breaking bone followed by a whimpering rattle that only served to heighten Strike’s own debaucherous pleasure, as bit by bit her stronger body mangled her meal into a more compliant ball of shivering biomass, ripe to be broken down into their more usable base components. Her caterwauling conquest trying her best to survive, but it was a fruitless endeavour as each contraction contorted her into an ever more claustrophobic fetal position, until she was tucked up tight in what could only be described as a jibbering mound of shellshocked sustenance set to be slurry. Strike running her hoof over the sizable swell in her stomach in a soothing motion, though it did nothing to silence the compression-induced crying, which soon enough was replaced only with gurgles and sloshes of a heavy helping of horse flesh breaking down into its component nutrients and minerals.

A moaning “AAH!” followed by an “OOOH!” putting a definitive end to the eaten equine’s existence, as an orgasmic ripple palpitated over the bulge in Strike’s belly with a vicelike throttle shattering the final stubborn constitution of the mare her cunt had consumed. Strike feeling the moment the skull popped with a mulching snap, followed by a few moist squelches as the weakened skeleton of her snack basically imploded under the strangling brunt of her throttling kegels. Her nocturnal haul of fresh fodder‘s life amounting to the creamy pool of pussy juice and stray technicolour hairs quickly cooling on her sheets betwixt Strikes legs, as she professionally relegated another person to paunchy potbelly protruding from her barrel regardless of how skilled, smart or strong they thought they were. Such traits not really mattering once she sprang her little surprise, and by the time they were folded up inside her they were as good as another soggy stain on her bed.

Her hoof pressing against the paunch padding her sweaty midriff, as she felt something solid floating around in her honeypot. Strike only needing a few prods to work out she was feeling the remnants of a horn, as with a tentative press she began to goad it towards her birth canal keen to reap the rewards of peckishly partaking in unicorn prey. The tank draining easy enough, and with a few clinks of escaping bone nubs, Strike was soon holding the ribbed prize she so sought. The warm wand peeking forth between her lower lips, allowing her to experience every ribbed whorl of the magical bone. The feeling enough to make Strike bite her lip and let out a lewd nicker, enthralled by the texture trundling over her still-sensitive twat. The mare examining her trophy with a pleased look, as she already knew what to do with the blue fragment she had birthed, as she gave its former owner one last calloused taunt.

“Another dildo for my collection! Thanks, uh… whatever your name was!”


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After slurping Spell up her snatch, Strike retires to her room to enjoy mulching her meal in privacy...

a lemon done for one of my patrons  pancakebebop who wanted a story to go with an image they got from pooquie ( https://pooquiecommissions.carrd.co/ ). This one serving as a follow up to lemon they got previously which can be found here:

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