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Bovine Bug (2/5) By doomfister -- Report

From Buzzy’s bundled-up position within the swelteringly snug snare of skin-tight stomach, the packed-away pony could just about feel the slight wobbling list of the cow that had consumed her sauntering off. The spongey embrace of the pitch-black belly robbing the equine of her agency, as the muscular sack surrounding her, forced the disoriented Pegasi into a cramped fetal position. The rubbing churning of the tart chamber beginning almost from the instant the bolted-down Buzzy had threaded through the throbbing threshold of the stomach sphincter, as in a matter of moments she had gone from a person with hopes and dreams to a curled-up lump of quivering chevaline, neatly nestled within an acrid gut, that even now was gearing up to grind her down into a creamy chyme of her assorted base components.

The unceremonious treatment taking the now marinating mare off guard, but even in her stunned state, she knew enough about biology to realize she was now just fresh fodder for the overbearing organ now completely encapsulating her like a steamy shroud. A sour stench assaulting her senses, as the gastric sleeve clamped down with a smothering squish, eager to begin grinding the lively game within it into a calorific grist at its own speed. Time seeming too slow for entombed Buzzy, as in her currently compromised state, it was impossible to discern what was happening around her over the omnipresent din, of another’s deafening biological faculties ticking over. Under this wave of stimuli, she could barely even think straight, as the wallowing mare drowned in an abyss of sensory overload, that assaulted her from all angles. The groping squeezes of the stomach intermixed with the deafening sound of the organs around her, as the gurgles and groans of the gut spliced with the drumming sounds of Bug’s beating heart, and the wheezing heaving of her lungs going through the motions in an oppressive cacophony of perpetual noise.

The sour and undulating environment shifting with each step as Bug rambled off to graze, as though her massive meal of mare meat had barely even filled a gap. Not like Buzzy could tell though as trapped pegapony soaked in cosy confines of the cow’s clammy GI tract. The damp depths rubbing against the mare’s bile-matted coat, as the meekly twitching contents of her stomach swirled with each step with a swilling slosh which even now was beginning to itch the pegamare’s sensitive skin. not like any passing onlooker could discern the currently processing prey’s plight, as the entire equine barely even made a bump in Bug’s barrel. The grey glutton carrying her sizable snack well, as the sagging swelling of the voracious bovine’s feast of fidgeting female flesh made was barely even noticeable to any possible onlookers.

The tell-tale suspiciously shaped simulacrum indicative of a naughty indulgence, little more than a slight bulge in Bug’s belly, as her Pegasus partaking all but vanished within the stocky bulk of the slate snarfer’s beefy body. Even now the pony was being processed down into a calorie-rich puree of her assorted minerals and proteins, and that was before Buzzy took the terminal trip through the twisting tract of the dour devourer’s four mighty stomachs. Each one perfectly honed to convert food into a nutritious soup of simmering sustenance, with only the occasional prob from Bug’s hoof, to trace the pegasi’s processing into nothing more than a pulpy puree pushing towards her puckered tail hole.


Bug calmly mulling the mare’s spirited writhing within her, as though the bleating pony started rather strong in the first gastric sack, it soon began to peter out. The content cow sensing the nature of the struggling shift several times, as Buzzy burned through the short supply of stale air Bug had neglected to belch back up. Not like the eaten equine’s opinion mattered much now, as she was safely stewing in a combination of her own salty sweat and the seeping caress of gastric juices. at one point somewhere in the second stomach, but thought she felt the weak movements and erratic wriggles shift into something a little more salacious, earning a small smirk from the satisfied predator, as she ruminated on the bemusing thought that the little gut slut might have chosen to give up on her protesting squirms and start pleasuring herself in her final fleeting moments, before being relegated to nothing more than just a dissolving mass of liquidating lunchmeat. .

The gulped gal giving up the ghost by the time her delectable deadweight shifted into the oily clutches of the accommodating omasum, and from here her solid shape finally began to round out. A more powerful acid beginning to erode away the equine’s supple soft tissues, and before long all that remained was a mulch of molten mush, along with a few loose bones floating in the chunky chevaline chyme. At this point though Bug was giving her sluicing supper little mind, as she felt the draining slush finally beginning to recondense within the final coil of her colon, just like the previous ponies to take a tour of her tubing. Instead, the cow was more focused on the yellow mare currently staring at her, as the thought of securing a second serving of naïve pony before the day was done was enough to put a smile on her snout. The cheerful cow looking over with a ravenous glance, before she addressed the brewing Buzzy bowel movement currently resting within her rectum with one last chiding remark before wandering over with an ominous chuckle.

“Your friend keeps staring…. I think she wants to milk me~“

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With her meal tucked away, Bug begins diligently digesting her mare-sized meal, though Buzzy is barely even baked into a bowel-movement before the grey glutton spots a prospective second serving...

A lemon done for one of my patreons  dimalad who wanted a story to go along with the pages of a sequence they are commissioning from  Shoelace . This comic features a rather beefier Bug digesting her pegamare partaking. This is part two of a multipart series, the other parts will be posted once completed:

Part one: https://aryion.com/g4/view/932401

Part two: you are here

Part three: https://aryion.com/g4/view/957481

Part four: https://aryion.com/g4/view/964563

Part five: https://aryion.com/g4/view/974459

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Triksa

Posted by Triksa 1 year ago Report

Gurgled nicely I see~

doomfister

Posted by doomfister 1 year ago Report

Aye, even as a cow, Bug knows how to process a pone ;)

doomed

Posted by doomed 1 year ago Report

That’s some grade a milk

doomfister

Posted by doomfister 1 year ago Report

I am sure it can secure her further snacks ;)