“I think that’ll do it,” proclaimed Applebloom confidently, as she added the final pinch of Poison Joke necessary to cap off the concoction she had created. The earth pony staring intently, as she watched the colour of the broth she was brewing change to a more lime hue, indicating the simmering ingredients were blending correctly. A sweet smell of cinnamon emanating from the broth as she slowly stirred it, before the swirling mixture began to bubble rather violently. The rumbling reaction not phasing the mare much though, as she just turned down the heat, and allowed the decoction to settle on its own accord, no differently than if she was draughting some of the Apple Family’s famous cider. The agitated elixir rumbling for a few more moments, before easing off, leaving Applebloom looking rather pleased with herself, as the equine’s potion-making had improved greatly over the years since Zecora had first exposed her to the craft.

“Well, it didn’t explode,” chimed in Scootaloo jokingly, as the orange pegamare made note of the calming condition of the turbulent tonic. Sweetie Belle giving a nod of agreement, as the unicorn retraced the backstep she had instinctively taken when the boiling soup had first started to aggressively froth. The detailed instructions in the lesson plan Applebloom had put together seeming to outline how to properly prepare the compression potion, but even so it had been a tad bit vigorous at the final stage. All in all though, the teacher seemed to have put together a pretty solid demo, as a quick browse over the ingredients and processes at play, made this particular practical class a solid introduction to potions and elixirs, just as Applebloom had intended.

“It’s just a bit temperamental, ya know like a mule,” replied Applebloom as she turned off the Bunsen burner, and drained her handiwork into a flask so that her concoction could being to cool. Her two supervising teachers checking their notes on what they had witnessed, but from a glance, there was nothing intrinsically wrong with the experiment exhibited, as the information was engaging, and a solid starting point for any aspiring apothecary. The only thing highlighted seeming to be the focus on wearing the already mandatory safety goggles, so with that all that was left was to test the fruits of Applebloom’s labour to see if it actually worked.

The trio just exchanging a few banal ideas on how to improve what had been shown, as Applebloom allowed the steaming fluid to come to a more palatable temperature for consumption. Before long it was lukewarm, allowing the triad of teachers to each take a savoured sip of the surprisingly sweet syrup. Sweetie Belle letting out a pleased murmur, as she enjoyed the saccharine taste trickling over her tongue, as the pleased purrs from her friends seemed to indicate they shared the same sentiments. Applebloom licking her lips as she let the delectable treacle ooze down her throat like an opulent honey, before placing the vial back on her desk, with a reassuring clunk. The mare then looking to her colleagues to hopefully see her handiwork have an effect, as in a few moments they should look several pounds lighter.

Then nothing happened…. Applebloom cocking an eyebrow in confusion, as she had done everything right, so why wasn’t she seeing any visible change. She didn’t feel any different, as the equine educator’s compatriots soon had the same befuddled look on their faces. Sweetie turning to Applebloom as if she was about to say something, only for a jibbering murmur to come from her muzzle. The muted mumble causing a worried cringe to creep onto the unicorn’s snout, just as a visible sweat broke out over Scootaloo’s shivering flanks, though Applebloom wouldn’t see any of it, as her stomach suddenly lurched as though she had been kicked in the chest. Causing the earth pony to keel over with a disorientated quiver, as a cramp from her core prompted the pony to reflexively fold forward, into a crumpled fetal position with her nose neatly nestled betwixt her twitching thighs.

Sweetie Belle fairing little better, as the normally articulate mare let out a bleating gargle of aroused lust completely lost for words. The unicorn collapsing with a shuddering spasm, as a second later Scootaloo joined her on the floor with a jittering convulsion, that awkwardly bent the Pegasus into a pretzel-like position. A twinge of terror twitching into the equine’s expressions, as little did, they know their day was about to descend into depravity, as found themselves curling into the cleft of their own pleasantly plump posteriors. Applebloom finding her nose knocking against her plump ponut, which naturally flinched to a pinhole against the hot breath of the intruding nostrils with an alarmed clench. The earth pony letting out a startled snort, as she found her snout snuggly smooching against the sphincter with a pushing plap.

Something unseen drawing her to nudge ever deeper, as like a moth to a flame Applebloom stared transfixed at her tensing tailhole with a dirty desire. A yearning overtaking her flustered faculties, as for whatever reason the equine found herself afflicted with an amorous attraction to her own winking arsehole. She didn’t know why, but she wanted nothing more than to burrow into her backdoor and crawl into the inviting warmth of her own colon like a cosy sleeping back. This tantalizing thought clearly corrupting the consensus of her fellow members of faculty, as with a giddy nicker Scootaloo caved to her carnal inhibitions and practically somersaulted up her shitter with a whinnying lunge. The mare vanishing to the shoulders with an audible slurp, as the salacious sound of the first of their friend group giving in to carnal debauchery ringing out like a gunshot, urging her straggling peers to lose themselves in the long-repressed needs of the flesh.

Applebloom losing sight of Sweetie Belle, as she limberly leaned forwards until her buttocks encompassed her entire worldview like a pair of bubbly blinders. Her nose incessantly pushing against her pert pooper, as it loosened with a nervous blink, allowing her snout to sink into the recess of her rectum and then some with a moist crackle. A subconscious jerk enough to straighten the sigmoidal, and then there was nothing left to stop her nuzzling head from delving into the damp interior of her beckoning large intestine. The displacement of her intruding skull pushing into her parted pooper causing her accommodating bowel to blossom into a billowing gape, putting a squishing pressure on the more erogenous expanse of her reproductive tract, that was now pleasantly pinching against her pelvis. The earth pony’s loins growing wet with excitement, as with a shimmying shunt her shoulders slotted through the ajar anus with an alluring thrum.

The air soon filled with steamy coos and moans of reeling pleasure, as whatever magic had manifested had given the panting ponies the flexibility to use their own upper bodies as buttplugs. The purring ponies drowning in the sensual stimulation that came from the unexpected full-body insertion, as unbeknownst to them the sexually charged spell was already begun to shape their morphology into something more suitable for the lascivious longing that had overtaken their babbling systems. Head, barrel and legs all retreating into the colonic cavity like a snail into its shell, as their attractively ample anatomy was rapidly replaced until all that remained were three trembling tooshies blissfully burbling out in degenerate delight.

Applebloom wriggling in utmost rapture, causing her yellow flank to flutter and fidget, before with a trumpeting toot her shawl and ribbon were ejected from her yawning browneye like an anal phlegm-coated comet. Her body cavity clenching to expel these lingering articles of clothing from the halcyon humidity of her depths, as in her heightened state of self-gratification such trappings of modesty had little place. A wanton heat flooding through the Equine’s pleading pussy, as in her niggling nirvana she now wanted nothing more than to be rutted senseless. A knot binding ever tighter in her core, as she slithered into the elastic abyss of her lower gastric tract, unable to find anything beyond the dim darkness that sat somewhere astray from the appendix.

The mare lost in this overstimulated state as her chubby cheeks contracted ineffectually, as her existing volume prevented any further shrinkage from her erotic inward exploration. An enthralled equilibrium ticking over within Applebloom’s throbbing femininity, before like a crack of thunder the equine convulsed into the orgasmic oblivion that had been building within her with an unchaste bleat. The undulation like someone wringing out a towel, as the earth pony salaciously shed the excess water from her ample ass in a gushing eruption of spurting femcum. The musky marehoney shooting out in streaming squirts of shameless euphoria and glistening droplets, propelled forward only with the pent-up passion and uncoordinated muscle contractions from her now soaking snatch.

Feminine fluids swiftly beginning to pool upon the floor in a muggy puddle of intermixing coital scents, as the cutie mark crusaders creamed with every strand of exertion they could muster. Their bunched-up pony posteriors condensing ever smaller almost like a collapsing star, as with each raunchy ripple the three rumps rounded out just a little more. Applebloom lost in her clouded senses, as at this point only her heavy breathing and the hammering of her galloping heart were discernible to her, as she was reduced to a ball of disjointed if enthusiastic emotion. Her lingering presence diminishing with each spattering of sexual secretions, as just from a glance it looked that what remained of her and her co-workers would soon pop with a final glazing splash of naughtiness. No facet of their personality unaffected by the aphrodisiacal properties of the potent potion, as soon all that would remain of their endlessly cathartic existence would be a few colourful tails to mark the oddly smelling clammy patch at the front of the class where they had soaked into the floorboards……

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The Cutie Mark Crusaders, go through a lesson plan Applebloom had prepared for teaching a new potion for her class. Initially everything seemed fine, though after a single sip of the potent potion, it became clear it was more powerful than the ponies expected...

A collab between me and  MagnificentArsehole where we again dabble in this rather exotic self-vore, this time featuring ponies. In this case the Adult CMC from the end of the show.

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