“AHhhh…. Nice and easy, ya hear, don’t need no cow constipating me,” mumbled Applejack with a drawn-out sigh of smug satisfaction, as she leaned against a fence in preparation to deal with the familiar pressure pushing against her puckered tailhole. The mare not too bothered by the urgent sensation pressing against her pert ponut, as Applejack was well versed in processing a passenger into fresh fertilizer, though in truth she had never had a bovine banquet before. The mare’s brown-eye blinking with a few weak winks, as the impatient sausage of scat that had condensed in her colon, began to gently nudge against her anus. The mulched manure prompting the equine’s exit to gape into a gentle yawn, as it parted to pass the greasy rectal residue currently braying against her backdoor with an irritating imperative.

“Ugh…”

A gritted grunt and a swaying shuffle from the pony’s toned tooshie all it took to get the faeces flowing with a phlegmy sizzle of marinated mucus. The mare biting her lip as the colossal crap began to crown, before with a throbbing thump the dense dung successfully pushed through the pinching precipice of her straining sphincter, as a crackling coil of colon cake. The equine emitting a soft nicker, as she experienced the tactile aftermath of her voracious victory roll over her twitching tailstar with a tickling tingle. The sound saturated with her southern drawl, as the turd transitioned through the tight threshold, as it became clear there had been enough fibre in her fighting food to create a very dense dump.

The bovine bowel butter not leaving as a bushel of horse apples, and instead bleached brown biomass curled out as a crackling snake of coiling colon cake. The stimuli scraping over her rear ring causing Applejack to smile with a perverse pleasure, as in spite of the smack her determined dinner had been spitting taking a trip down her throat, the confident cowgirl was leaving smooth. The mare barely even needing to squeeze in order to shift the steaming soil, as the agreeable aggregate of broken-down beef effortlessly eased out of her nibbling arsehole. The chocolate tail gradually growing, as it slithered betwixt the chubby cheeks of her now slightly plumper plot with an opulent ooze.

The whole affair significantly easier than when she had bolted down the boisterous bovine, as the curt cow had possessed significantly better stamina than Applejack had been initially expecting. What had happened next had been a tough tussle wrought with thrashing kicks, but soon enough the pony prevailed, and she wrestled the bucking ungulate down her gullet with a few heavy gulps. The courageous cow not standing a chance at that point, as though her squirming protests were spirited, it didn’t take them long to stop once the aggravated Arizona burned through her limited air supply with her frantic fidgeting. The churning of the caustic cavity taking over from there, and within a couple of hours the gut ground down the large lump of livestock lunchmeat until Arizona was just a liquidated puree of her bubbling base nutrients.

Applejack now savouring the metabolized end product of that soup of pulverized proteins, as a steady stream of assorted indigestibles tumbled out of her ajar anus. Acid pitted Bones, corroded hoof claws, brittle horns, and a stray peppering of teeth, all leaving in a disjointed mess as Applejack voided herself of the useless elements of her massive meal. The long log just winding out of the pony’s posterior, with only the odd stubborn component interrupting the normally uniform appearance of the titanic turd. A red bandana looking a little more worse for wear the most interesting of these rear-end relics, as it added another pleasing texture to the titanic turd unspooling out of Applejack’s clenching fudge factory as a creamy clump of colonic clay.

“mhm… That’s a good gal, leave without a fuss, just like them shoddy moves you pulled when you tried to snarf me down,” ruminated Applejack with a teasing remark, as in all honesty, she had enjoyed the feisty flavour of the tasty tart currently trundling out of her turd tunnel. The mare remembering how her muzzle had slotted into the cow’s moist maw, and how for a moment she was going to be a forgotten deposit in some outhouse, only for her years of apple bucking to pay off with a punishing jab to the ribs, rendering the bovine down to a crumpled heap wheezing on the ground. From there she had slid in like a mug of cider, and it didn’t take long for the farm girl to relegate her substantial snack to a sizable swelling swaying in her stomach. The supposed champion then converting down into calories just like any other indulgence to take the terminal trip down Applejack’s throat, as Arizona was far from the first prey item to take the peristaltic plunge into the peckish pony.

The cow barely a challenge in hindsight, as the mare mulled the fact it had only taken a firm press to collapse her snack’s skull with a crisp crunch once she started to stew. Applejack pressing her hoof to her pudgy potbelly, as she felt the last of her lunch leave with a wet splat, allowing her loose cigar cutter to zip back up. The cow not worth pinching off, as the poop maintained the consistency of putty all the way through during Arizona’s transformation into a muddy mess. The mare relaxing with a steamy pant, as she breathed in the rather rank odour coming off the cooling bowel bread behind her. Applejack giving one last contraction of her pelvic floor to check if she was empty, before turning to inspect her festering handiwork, as she was rather hopeful that the copious amount of red meat in her strong-willed dinner would be enough to create a find clump of compost for her orchard……...

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When Arizona challenged Applejack to a voracious fight, the earth pony was happy to oblige. It had been a while since the earth pony had had an honest meal, and the trees in the orchard were in need of some fresh fertilizer. It didn't help that the cocky cow looked delicious and after a short scuffle, the equine emerged victorious, leaving her the pleasure of passing the beefy bowel movement her stubborn snack would no doubt make...

Another dirty deed captured in a lewd lemon, done as a patreon reward for Gizmo. This story was requested to go along with a image they commissioned from Skunk bunk ( https://derpibooru.org/search?q=artist%3Askunk+bunk ). Hopefully he likes the outcome of this inevitable fight ;)

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