When it came to partaking in possible prey, Wireless Fuzz was always a solid and pleasingly tasty option, even if the pint-sized pony stripper was only snack-sized. The small if smutty stage performer was far from a substantial serving of filling chevaline, but she made up for that with flavour and presentation, making her what Bug deemed an ideal marelet MRE. The grey glutton partaking in the petite performer on multiple occasions when the opportunity presented itself, as she always found herself impressed by the many exotic forms her edible friend had assumed over the years. Equine, anthro, human, kobold, even centaur on one occasion, as the sex worker seemed to shift her morphology to meet the needs of her clients on an almost nightly basis when her vanilla but alluringly curvaceous earth pony figure was not up to snuff.

Not like the slate snarfer minded though, as she appreciated the wide variety of interesting bulges the lewd lap dancer made in her belly, whenever Bug decided to indulge in an ingestive interaction while down the Orchard conducting her own illicit business. The wriggling bump in her barrel always trying to put on a show, as regardless of the anatomy, Fuzz tried her best to give a good internal massage, though at times the eager ecdysiast could bet a bit too enthusiastic and end up getting lost in her own self-servicing. The diminutive cyborg also always politely digesting easy enough, as her expensive carbon fibre augmentations were purposely designed to be as effortless to metabolize as the mare’s delectably mouth-watering meats. Soft tissue, bones and circuitry melting away no differently than ice cream under the hot sun, as for all her banter and talk, Fuzz never failed to take the trip through her predator’s piping smoothly.

The agreeability of converting her into calories a proud hallmark of her salacious services, and the mardy mare had long since lost count of how many times her bowels had tanned the smaller mare a different shade of brown, but if she were to guess it would have to be in the three digits. That number was ever-growing, as single servings swiftly stacked up, and at this point, Bug didn’t have the slightest clue how many instances of the hazel mare were currently padding her plump plot. Today’s feast just adding to that unknown tally, as the dour devourer decided to cap off her day with a filling feast of fidgeting female flesh, which was more than willing to help her plug all three of her back holes simultaneously.

Ponut, pussy, pee slit, Fuzz was game for nearly anything if the price was right, as she was never too picky about how she would be transformed into a turd, so it was little surprise that the oral method of a digestive departure was far from her only erotic interest. Taking the triad of orifices at once was a bit unexpected though, but the ever-greedy Bug had no qualms about boiling a kobold into amber gold, a bitch into dogshit, and a pint-size mare into a gallon of femcum. The tempting trio of treats sliding into the inviting embrace of her innards without too much issue, as soon the predatory pony had the majority of her massive meal tucked away with a few professional clenches from her tight core. The clamping of trained kegels threading them through the triplex of tender thresholds, that nibbled and suckled over their curvy contours in what looked like an effortless glide.

Any hole a goal for the moody mare, and she had done improvised insertions in more than a few public places, leaving the soon-to-be stuffed pony an expert at equine eating. The scales of a kobold or the grain of an anthro going down not much differently, as Bug had stretched her sphincters to accommodate dragons, so these smaller helpings would be no bother for her well-trained techniques. Two of the three deciding to make their egress feet first, but the more reptilian Fuzz opting to enter headfirst on account of the prongs of her horns, which would have otherwise made her uncomfortably streamlined from the other direction. Not like this illusion of choice meant much in the end, as even now Bug could feel the scaly slut starting to suffocate within the tart space of her ballooning bladder. The shuddering spasms of the worming death rattle tapping against her clit familiar to the silvery mare, as she tensed her taint with a few quick pulses of the pelvic floor in order to funnel the last of the drowning dragoness into her undulating urethra.

The twitching pony being slowly sucked into her salivating snatch fairing little better, as little by little the pinching lips of her marehood grazed over Fuzz’s jism matted fur in a steady string of tentative ripples. The musky stench of mare honey soaking over her, as she was fed into the ravenous vagina and through the narrow straits of the cervix beyond no differently than a dildo. The anthro edging through her arsehole a similar story, as with a few gyrating jolts of the pelvis, her breasts were bunched up to her chin like a pillow, and her snout slithering around the sigmoidal bend into the cosy care of the claggy colon that sat beyond. Bug stretching her body over all three of them in a matter of minutes, as though this lecherous act was second nature to her.

The trembling members of the three-course banquet each stewing in their own private, if claustrophobic spaces, where they could only tremble as they marinated in a bitter broth of assorted phlegm and sour secretions. The sated mare letting out a satisfied sigh, as she just mulled the delightful way of their bundled-up bodies pressing against each other in a trembling mass of disorientated quivering. The worried writhing not real resistance, but the bumbling commotion of the jittering was tickling the engorged equine in just the right places. Unfortunately, though, she could not relish it for long, as her distended innards were not built to safely house guests, and before long her better biology took its course and her swollen stomach began to gradually shrink and round out.

This many people were not really a problem for the ever-peckish pony, and before long she felt the movements cease under the churning movements of her guts. The swellings rapidly softening, as the gray glutton casually lounged, pondering if she could score a hat trick and feel this most recent set of skulls slide out at the same time like a collection of calcium corks. It was a morbid, if arousing thought, as she ruminated on the biomass brewing down into nothing more than waste products within her. The urging pressure gradually build, as bit by bit Bug’s ever-efficient body broke them down into a bubbling emulsion of their base components.

The fermented filth begging for release before long, so with a relaxed grunt and a soft squeeze, the now fatter earth pony allowed her sphincters to spread into a dilated yawn. The slight bit of give more than enough for the semi-molten remains of her massive meal to begin flowing, as in a cascade of mulched muck, her well-processed occupants disembarked in a stinking stream of assorted sewage. Shit, piss, marecum, all leaving with a peppering of acid-pitted bones, beginning to pile up beneath her pudgy posterior, as Bug just continued to tense her abdomen until she felt something a little more intact shift. The dense motion enough to make her bite her lip and smile, as she felt what could only be a cranium begin to crown between her drizzling lower lips. Bug just gritting her teeth, as a second later she felt a skeletal muzzle bung up her brown eye into a nicker-inducing blossoming, soon matched by another snout shimmying through her straining snatch. The euphoric feeling shivering through her system, as Bug realized she was about to enjoy the feeling of her impatient passengers all trying to disembark in tandem. The now panting equine emitting a passionate snort, as she clenched her chubby cheeks, and with a shuffling waggle, she attempted to nip off these titillatingly obstructing obstacles with an enjoyable crunch…..

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During a recent trip to The Orchard, Bug soon found herself enjoying a triple treat of varied female flesh. The mardy mare managing to convince Wireless Fuzz to not only take a digestive dive not once, but three times, allowing the slate snarfer to savour some of her myriad of forms simultaneously...

A birthday gift i got from Gizmo, that i have only now had a chance to Lemon. This fabulous art was drawn by Luludeville (https://www.furaffinity.net/user/luludeville/ ) and shows Bug savouring Giz's gal Wireless fuzz in some of her more common forms, that being her anthro dog, pony and kobold morphs, though i can confirm they are all equally tasty ;)

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