Between 45-60% of a female pony was pee to be, and another 21-32% was readily broken-down fat depending on her build, meaning the average mare-sized serving of chevaline was around 78% readily metabolized materials. The numbers differed slightly for stallions, but this was a simple way for a peckish predator to roughly gauge how much weight they would gain from eating an equine once they were done digesting from a glance. Of course, to a more discerning eye, these seemingly inconsequential statistics offered more than just the banal nutritional values and calorific content of those they consumed, and instead offered an opportunity for experimentation.

Bug becoming aware of one particular spell during pleasant conversation over tea and coffee with Crystal, when the vixen mentioned an exotic way to make full use of the usable biomass contained within a pony’s body. The voluptuous witch explaining the magical method which she had affectionately christened the “Butt Pillow” between sips of a caramel latte, though from Bug’s perspective, it seemed closer to a “Fanny Firework”. The grey glutton finding herself interested in the obscure witchcraft, even if the differed from how she normally enjoyed indulging in a filling meal of feminine flesh or masculine meat. Even so, the mardy mare was curious to give it a go, as she immediately considered the potential of combining the sorcery with a certain type of slime in her menagerie in order to create a more stable and discrete delivery method that she could casually plop in the drink or food of those who caught her ire.

Twilight Sparkle would be the one to receive the unenviable honour of serving as the proof of concept for Bug’s creation, as she unwittingly consumed a spiked hayburger containing one of these modified slimes. The creature harmlessly gestating within the mare’s digestive tract for several hours, before it hit her large intestine and the equine’s existence came to a head in a sudden gush of emotion. The feeling starting as though her colon was cramping into a twisted knot, before with a sudden lurch her guts recoiled as though she had been punched in the gut. The unseen blow knocking the wind from the mare’s lungs, as a spasm skittered down her spine, causing her entire body to begin palpitating with an undulating rhythm, prompting her core to begin clenching with a white-knuckle tightness.

The feeling should have been digestive discomfort, but instead, the keeled-over alicorn was awash with confused arousal. Twilight’s marehood growing moist, as her overloaded metabolism tried to make sense of the strange sensation sweeping through her shuddering system like a wanton wave. The pony’s ponut puckering with nervous trepidation, as her plumbing began to build in pressure, which would rapidly come together in a cumming crescendo. Twilight’s nerves humming along with the rapid wubbing of her heart rate, as a heavy heat swept through her now soaking snatch which was no craving nothing more than the exhilarating burst of orgasmic bliss.

It would come quickly, as with a sudden spurt of marehoney the now sweating princess found release, though the surging dose of dopamine did little to relieve the fire betwixt her legs. Instead, the powerful squirt knocked the alicorn off her hooves, as all higher thought left the mare’s mind, as biological imperative took root in, leaving her bug a quivering lavender lump lusting for one last thrill. Twilight barely registering the sudden sense of weightlessness as jittered skyward, as instead, a rosy hue brushed over her cheeks with a drunken glow. She didn’t know that her body was digesting itself, she didn’t care, as her flush figure gave in to the carnal convulsions rippling through her loins.

Everything seeming smaller, leaving Twilight feeling lightheaded as reality around her began to tunnel vision with a drunken glee. She didn’t feel her limbs and spine starting to shrink into herself, as though her body was deflating with each euphoric ejaculation of dribbling of flustered fluids. Anatomy burning away like the wick of a candle, as Twilight expended everything in a debaucherous deluge of self-gratification. The self-sustaining stimulation carrying her forwards, as she quenched the needs of the flesh with all available energy, creating one last slutty showing of soaring want.

Before long she was little more than a moaning tube of shivering desire, as her atrophied frame became but a trembling torso of jibbering delight. No pain in her purring moans, as Twilight, responded with each quaking jolt with a delighted murmur or slurred squeak of abject pleasure. The mare’s ajar arsehole gaping wide, offering a yawning window to view the back of her teeth and uvula, as the climax continued to carry Twilight towards the clouds. The pony being propelled like a perverted projectile, but like all good things a final throbbing tense would put it to an end, as with a cooing squeal, the mare imploded with a pleasurable pop and a sticky spray of slime-laced liquid love, ready to continue the cycle with those caught in the splash zone…….


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A chat with Crystal prompts Bug to combine one of the witch's many spells with one of the creatures in her menagerie, creating another option to "deal" with ponies who irked her...

A collab between me and  magnificentarsehole , featuring Twilight having an orgasmic reaction to the slime Bug spiked her hayburger with...

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