“MMMF!!”

The defiant grumble spat out through gritted teeth, as Zipp tried her best to protest her predicament through the leather gag that had been tightly wrapped around her grimacing muzzle. The ensnared equine expressing her discontent with what amounted to a stifled squirm, as the unyielding hold of expertly applied bondage reduced the pegamare’s pitiful attempts to stubbornly struggle to little more than a weak writhing. These ineffectual motions doing little to shirk the stern shackles that had been latched onto her twitching legs, leaving Zipp to whimper and wriggle fruitlessly against the oppressive firmness of her binds. A glimmer of fear permeating through her normally cool demeanour, as it was hard for the restrained royal to remain confident and couth, when she found herself entirely at the mercy of an unknown captor, who was currently savouring the sight of her feisty fidgeting with a bemused look of casual indifference.

Zipp expecting a snide remark, perhaps some smug gloating, but in Pan’s victorious eyes, there was nothing left to say, especially when there was still plenty of pedigree Pegasus princess protein left to swallow and shit out. The mewling mare having no way of knowing that the degrading nature of her supposedly atrocious treatment was sure to get significantly worse, but then again with a gargantuan dildo currently displacing her major organs like a sexual stake she had more pressing issues on her oxygen-deprived mind. The sizable sex toy bulging her belly, as the pliable Pegasus’s accommodating biology painfully stretched in order to properly accommodate the phallic implement that had been deeply embedded in her now gaping sex.

Of course, Zipp could barely breathe, let alone think straight, leaving her subdued actions an uncoordinated combination of instinct and raw desperation. Pan just ignoring her meek mumbling, as with a final grunt she finished pushing out what remained of her opinionated snack’s sister with a final nibbling pinch from her parted pucker. Pipp’s processed remains then falling away with a moist plop, as the final log of hazel mud joined the rest of the reconstituted princess in the pile of pamper-clad poop currently cooling betwixt Pan’s legs, allowing the Amazonian cyborg to turn her attention back to the still meeping Zipp. Her ingestive intents clear, as Pan slowly licked her lips, fully planning to make a show of this next serving of regal chevaline, just as she had with Zipp’s now scatty sibling.

The Pegasi powerless to prevent what was to come next, as with a gliding gulp Pan effortlessly began the bleating princess’s egress into her waiting gullet. A streamlined slurp ridding over Zipp’s hind hooves, as with a single oozing undulation from a well-practised oesophagus was more than enough to begin threading Pan’s trembling treat into the throbbing threshold of her throat. The subdued morsel snuggly slotting into the humid embrace of the peristaltic passageway, as Pan eased herself forward and began to calmly engulf her resisting indulgence. The restrictive bindings preventing her food from fighting back, allowing the unicorn to take her time, to properly appreciate the celebrity chow that would soon be bloating her belly, though in truth there was little special about this sizable serving of female flesh.

The toned and athletic mare meat coming off as rather gamey against her taste buds, though this did little to stop Pan from enveloping the equine with a gelatinous glug. The methodical motion drawing the pegamare’s lower body into the sweltering snare of the unicorn’s upper gastric tract, encasing Zipp’s fur and sensitive skin in a clammy caress that instantly began to itch. The curious chaffing transitioning to the sting of a wince-inducing burn, that waned into a tender numbness, as unbeknownst to the princess her nerves were boiling away along with the rest of her succulent soft tissues. A groaning grumble rumbling through Pan’s barrel, as no sooner did Zipp’s hoof tips slide into the churning care of the gastric chamber, did it begin rendering the nutritious mare down into her more metabolizable base components.

The process as though Zipp was being drawn into a biological woodchipper, as by the time her hips were cresting the back of the throat, the first indigestible and well-tanned parts of her were beginning to coil out of Pan’s colon as a soggy sausage of fresh fertilizer. A quick clench all it would take to add the crackling spool of steaming soil to the growing mound of dung filling Pan’s already-packed diaper. Zipp feeling echoes of the process, as she could not tell what stimuli was real, as every slight shuffle resonated through Pan’s engorged core in a worrying waggle or jolting jiggle. The Pegasus acutely aware of her conversion to crap though she could not place what was hers and what was the trembles of a rumbling phantom pain, though she would surely find out when her more vital organs began to sizzle in the pooling stomach acid that was currently eroding her lysing extremities……..


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An unfortunate Zipp finds herself bound and gagged before the ever-voracious Pan, who is just about finished pinching off Pipp. Of course once that ingested influancer is cooling in her diaper, the experienced equine eater would be more than happy to teach the pegamare princess why she earned the nickname "Woodchipper"....

A lemon requested by Gizmo as part of my patreon. This month they wanted a lemon to go along with a piece of art they commissioned from Coillte (https://www.furaffinity.net/user/coillte/ ). This one featuring their oc Grease Pan and their favorite foo.. pony from G5 Princess Zipp.

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