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The mare giving a curious look to the earthy pile of poop, as it was far from the largest that Bug had ever excreted, but all in all the well-baked bird had made an overall satisfying shit. The mare’s eyes glancing over the hefty heap of ex-hippogriff, as she took in the features of the moist mountain of manure. There were greasy clumps of ruined feathers and fur dotted about the entire length, offering bowel bleached clues at the identity of the condensed creatures who had helped to make the muddy mess.

The conformity of the crap only interrupted in the final large log, as the last loaf Bug’s brown eye had bitten off contained the majority of Orchid’s acid pitted skeleton. The morbid mass neatly wrapped in the indigestible wrapper that the slushed slut had been wearing, and now it served only to contain the disgorged dung that had once been the hen’s aerodynamic frame. The clumps of congealed keratin in the cooling coil also offering glimmers of Fuzz, as phlegmy clumps of her carbon fibre prosthetics added additional roughage to what otherwise would have been a creamy rope of broken-down protein. The useless nutrients and minerals now tainted with a hazel hue, as Bug’s cramped colon had quickly absorbed anything of worth from her melted and metabolized meal. The marelet and hen blending together into a well-gelled globule of repurposed meat, the process so through at this point that Bug was confident even her food’s mothers would be unable to tell the two apart, aside from the final leg of the shit, where Orchid had stubbornly hung on to some semblance of her past shape.

Not like Bug was much bothered that anything had survived, as the well-marinated muck would soon be spread over her garden and forgotten about, just like any of the sizable snacks before them that Bug had failed to send to her septic tank. Bug not giving much mind to the sluts she had sluiced, as unless a squirming suppository really stretched her out, she didn’t tend to bear them much mind when the time came for the latest batch of butt brownies to thump out of her ajar arsehole. She would just give a casual grunt, and unless she had eaten something exotic the fresh fertilizer generally began to flow forth as a fermented deluge of dirty horse apples.

The curling clay pushed through her pinching pucker always a fraction of the size of the mare who had made it, as Bug’s body used the majority of her fodder to add to her already paunchy figure. The accentuating adipose filling out her flank well, and it was not uncommon for her to gain a couple of inches if the ingested indulgence was particularly well-endowed. Bug simply adding their feminine assets to her own, as she added her sizable snack’s usable base components to her already plump plot.

Of course, Bug knew there was more to taking pony-sized prey than a drawn-out dump, and with a waggle of her hips, she heard a familiar slosh, letting her know there was still a bit of her banquet left to let out. The earth pony aware she still had the majority of her meal’s water weight to drain from her bloating bladder that was begging for release. The earth pony’s insatiable intestines having stripped the processed poop of the majority of its moisture, as it went through the motions necessary for the bowel movement to leave as solid segments of scat. This left the golden brew under the care of her now overburdened urinary tract, which was now urging the slightly paunchier pony to drain the excess fluid of her feast.
A substantial piss boiling away in Bug’s bladder, as the foul fluid made its presence known, leaving the mare to indulge the overwhelming urge to relax with a steady sigh. The mare’s urethra giving a little shudder before with a splash the repugnant yellow rain began to pour in plenty, much to Bug’s relief.

The sour spray of acrid urine instantly pattering against the hollowed-out skull of her hippogriff conquest, creating a loud and soggy sound reminiscent of someone aggressively frying chicken. The stream spattering against the scat like an amber waterfall, as Bug voided her ballast tank with a steady squeeze, which unleashed the bitter broth as an aggressive spurt of steaming urine.

The act of urination taking less than a minute, as the kidney filtered solution lacked any troublesome bits, like teeth or hooves that could possibly block the orderly departure like a troublesome cork. Instead, Bug just found herself having to tense her tired pelvic floor to cap off the final trickle of pungent pee, which added a second sharp scent to the already stinky scene. The mixture of waste blending together into a disgusting odour, though it was one that Bug was well used to when it came to depositing her dinner. The grey glutton simply pausing as she basked in the pleasing afterglow that only came by dropping off a dinner as big as she was, before she reached for Orchid’s now discarded bag and began to fish around in search of something to wipe with. The mare only needing a moment to find a towel, and after selecting the one that felt best against her frog, she began to clean her tooshie with the rich sensation that only premium cotton provided.

The aching anus soon left presentable, as any lingering leftovers from her lunch were gently removed, before the soiled rag was tossed on top of the grotty hill Bug had left mouldering on the floor. The mare wriggling her rear slightly as she rose, ensuring she didn’t trip as her centre of gravity shifted for a second time in a relatively short time. The slate snarfer finding herself steady on her hooves, so without further delay, she plodded off eager to find someone else to fill her now empty belly….


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After letting out a large meals more solid remains, Bug then has the enjoyment of a long piss as she removes the excess water weight of her now deposited dinner...

Part eight 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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