Thud…

The dull sound of the toilet door easing gently shut going unnoticed over the din of music, as a slightly swaying Moody left the latrine with a few uneasy steps, back towards the general direction of the bar. The drunken stallion taking it slow, as his inebriated gaze casually scanned over the numerous intoxicated patrons of the club in order to get a lay of the land, though nothing seemed to have changed in the couple of minutes he had excused himself with an ample kirin mare who had taken his fancy. Her name had been Cinder Glow, and she had proven surprisingly receptive to him chatting her up, so it had not taken long for the pair of them to take a deviant detour to the disabled toilet for a quickie. The mare teasingly grinding against him while they sipped on some fruity cocktails, but what happened next had not gone as she had expected, and it had only taken a few swift swallows for him to end the erotic encounter with a satisfied belch.

The chocolate brown kirin a bit spicy going down, but with the element of surprise on his side, Moody managed to bolt down the bucking mare without incident. The stallion snarfing his impromptu supper rather quickly, as though he wanted to savour his squirming prey’s peppery nuances, he knew better than trifle the risk of burning his mouth on enraged Nirik flame. Sure, Moody had begun to detect a few smoky hues once his writhing mare-sized morsel had been confined to the care of his churning gut, though at that point the trapped trembling of her wriggling tummy tantrum meant little to the well-fed Moody. His response to the muffled opinion emanating from his midriff, was to just put his weight against the sink with a subduing squish, and wait for Cinder’s trapped twitching to tucker out, so that digestion would peacefully run its course.

His biology having no issue breaking down the bundled-up biomass fidgeting in his now distended barrel, and before long the shapely kirin was just a meaty slurry slithering through his bowels. The browned bowel movement the mulched mare made leaving a few shades lighter than her original coat, even if the fiery equine made for a rather dry and bulky shit. The hazel coil of fresh fertilizer coiling out of his colon as a steaming shit snake, which possessed the creamy constitution of hardening clay. This uniform texture allowing the stallion to pinch off his latest flirtatious fling without much issue, and before long his nibbling anus had nipped off the last lengthy log, rendering Cinder down to just another titanic turd to pad his now muddied pampers. The mess the mare made, already starting to cool as he checked himself in the mirror and departed the water closet fully intending to flaunt the caca, he had condensed his most recent culinary conquest into.

Of course, now he was looking to add to her, as with his liquor-induced confidence, he knew it would only take a few throbbing contractions to send someone on a terminal trip down his tight throat. The options numerous on a Saturday night, so he had little issue fluttering his attention between multiple groups of partygoers, weighing the possibilities with a hungry anticipation. He could see Orchid sitting on a stool in the corner sipping on some sort of daiquiri, and though the hippogriff hen was both fun to converse with and consume, he was not in the mood for some squawking sushi, well at least right now. His sights instead shifting to the booths, which were occupied by all manner of handsome and curvy creatures. In one near the back, he saw Bug laughing about something with Fuzz and Pan, as the trio supped on straight shots from a rather expensive bottle of rum like pony pirates. The grey mare’s cackling chortle carrying over the blaring bass, and if he was a little more inexperienced, he might have tried to take advantage of the lost in the cup’s mares. Moody knew better though, as his last attempt to solicit a session with the mardy mare had not ended well for him, as they didn’t call her the grey glutton for nothing, and that was before considering the fact Pan might be peckish.

A gaggle of giggling griffonesses hitting the Jägerbombs on the other hoof seemed like a rather easy target, prompting Moody to reorientate himself, and begin sauntering in that direction. The stallion just putting on a confident face as he approached, eager to see if any of these lovely ladies fancied getting their plumage dirty. The thought of their feathers tickling his tailhole on the way out leaving him giddy, as he could already see their curious glances checking out the Stud as he neared, evidently interested in some action. Moody reciprocating the eye contact with a disarming grin, before introducing himself, along with a brief caution about his low-hanging hazard…..

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Moody is out on a night on the town, and after enjoying a Kirin-sized meal he is on the prowl for a second serving...

A lemon done for Gizmo, for an image done by Omopaws ( https://www.furaffinity.net/user/omopaws/ ) This one Again features Moody Octopus flaunting the mess his meal made.

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