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   Ingestible Intern (1/8)

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   Ingestible Intern (2/8)

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   Ingestible Intern (3/8)

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   Ingestible Intern (4/8)

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   Ingestible Intern (5/8)

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   Ingestible Intern (6/8)

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   Ingestible Intern (7/8)

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   Ingestible Intern (8/8)

It didn’t take long for Bug to hear a rumbling gurgle emanate from her gut, letting her know her double dinner was done digesting and was ready to be let out. The groaning glorp followed by a sudden heavy sensation that began impatiently knocking at the grey glutton’s back door, as the pushy poop began to prod at her ponut with a mounting urgency. The excrement evidentially eager to escape the cramped confines of Bug’s colon, so the earth pony calmly hiked up her tail and stooped into a squat, so that all it would take was a gentle grunt to get the condensed crap to crown.

Bug’s rectum relaxing, as she allowed the first lump of dung to trickle out of her tailhole with a slithering seep. The faecal flow steady as it emerged from the open orifice, allowing Bug to enjoy the firm texture of the festering fudge that began to curl out of her yawning anus with a phlegmy crackle. The sensation of the brown birth slimy, but for the most part it remained solid, as her efficient bowel had managed to absorb enough of her meals water weight to stop her delightful double dinner leaving as a sloppy shit. Instead, a steady rope of scat sausages began to coil out of the mare like a crackling clay, as the well-mixed remains of her meal were unceremoniously shat out as just another dirty dump.

The grotty grain of each loaf uniform, as the broken-down biomass gelled together into a consistent series of firm loaves. The most noticeable feature to Bug’s tender tailstar being the melted lumps of carbon fibre that speckled the surface of each log in a pleasant peppering, as Fuzz’s prosthetics had broken like a beetle’s shell, leaving only stimulating fragments to strum against the moody mare’s sphincter. Bug detecting a few acid-pitted bones mixed in with the septic soil, but overall, the character of the assorted indigestibles was that of a pliable putty. The more stubborn components of her sizable suppository snack still complying with every clench of her cigar cutter, leaving Bug with the gratifying experience of pushing out her processed prey with a few stern squeezes.

The equine barely having to put in any effort to pass the pureed pulp of what had once been a hippogriff hen and a sluiced stripper. The only real exertion taking place when the top half of Orchid’s hazel remains began to thump over Bug’s brown eye, causing her to nicker and bite her lip, as she suddenly felt the sensation of a stool literally ribbed for her pleasure. The sudden break from a smooth shit taking the slate snarfer off guard, as the hawk’s digestion-proof suit seemed to have prevented the majority of the bones in Orchid’s upper body from churning down into a more agreeable bone meal. This unexpected surprise resulting in the turd suddenly getting substantially thicker, as the clumped-up calcium added a girthy bulk to what had been otherwise a normal bowel movement.

The restrictive shroud of Orchid’s cleaning suit acting like a grimy sheathe, as the hen’s soft tissues had simply sizzled out of it, leaving only her more stubborn elements entombed in the transparent sarcophagus. This deviance in her droppings causing a sensual shiver to run up Bug’s spine, as the normal expectation of dumping down a dollop of horse apples took an interesting turn, that the mardy mare could not help but make the most of. The feeling like she was crapping out a cum filled condom, in which her partner had not been able to properly pulp the slut his cock had managed to choke down, leaving Bug’s erogenous exit to examine every little detail of the final leg of the morbid mound forming behind her.

Bug’s wide hips waggling as she eased the marinated mud out of her ajar arsehole, as she made no effort to restrict the stream of steamy scat that was agreeably passing over her slack rectal ring. The mare’s plump plot jiggling gently with each straining sway, as with a sigh of relief she finally felt the tail of her titanic turd ooze out of her with a dense plop. The wet splat of well-used nutrients falling away as a moist clump of fresh fertilizer, leaving a gentle rustle as Orchid’s filmy wrapper settled now that it was free of Bug’s tight turd tunnel. Bug letting out a long breath, before she gave a final pinch of the ponut to ensure that she was empty, as even though she felt significantly lighter she knew with such a large lunch a couple of logs liked to linger. The mare failing to shake loose any more shite, so she instead turned to inspect the handiwork of the heap of colonic chocolate she had created. Two pony-sized prey more than enough to make a mess, and the dour devourer was curious to how well her digestive system had dominated her little indulgence…

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After taking the time to properly brew her bowel movement, it's time for Bug to let out her digested double dinner....

Part seven of a multipart sequence gifted to me by Gizmo, who commissioned the art from Tsubasagahoshi ( https://www.furaffinity.net/user/tsubasagahoshi/).

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