“I Know this mare, Bug… she's insatiable at times I bet you she'd eat everyone who looked at her funny if the mood struck her."

"If you're thinking of messing with her, don't, she has got all these weird beasts that make her more powerful than gods, well when they listen to her…"

“I let her cover a show for me, but they asked her to leave as she kept eating the clients, it didn’t end well….”

"She has eaten 4 alicorn princesses in a single sitting over a zoning issue, kind of funny really as the posh twats had it coming…”

These were just some of the outlandish claims Essex had heard about a certain Miss Bug-Zapper from her favourite edible escort. The words holding some prominence to the pegamare, as when it came to predatory pass times, Wireless Fuzz was not the sort of equine to exaggerate the digestive details. The stubby stripper having a good gauge on guts, but even so, a part of Essex couldn’t quite believe the petite pony’s claims regarding Bug’s consumptive capabilities as there had to be some overstatement as she praised the pudgy predator. The salacious snippets she had been made privy to during idle conversation making the pedigree Pegasus write off the chatter to just Fuzz being eager to introduce a new friend as it was not uncommon for the extroverted equine to meet fun people during her carnal career and hedonistic hobbies. It was for this reason Essex was nowhere near properly prepared her for the pudgy predator when she had casually added the grey glutton to the guest list of her most recent house party.

These tall tales proving to be true though, as a little light-hearted banter soon led to a joking bet from the orange mare as she confidently challenged Bug to a little eating contest. This little argument of appetite soon leading to most of the male guests vanishing over the course of the night with a few slurping swallows, as they were sent gliding down to churn away in a competitive gut. The get together rapidly transitioning into a lady’s night, as Essex and Bug thinned out their assembled friendship pool with a couple of confident chugs before they transported their twitching tummies to the toilet to make another fresh dung deposit.

Kalmoor, Ace, Kick Pacer, Moist, Cairbre; all taken and excreted a few shades browner less than an hour later, as Bug exceeded Essex’s expectations during the spontaneous scatty shindig. The skilled swallowing honestly impressing the Pegasus, as Bug seemed to relish showing off with each showy snarfing, more than proving the moody mare had earned her munching moniker. The tally count soon rising as Essex and Bug bloated their bellies with fresh meat in a frantic feasting scramble to claim voracious victory in their carnivorous competition.

Essex feeling confidant at first as it took her no time at all to claim Ace as chow, and soon the stealthy stallion was slithering down her throbbing throat to stew in her stomach. Kick was next over the starting block, and he was well on his way to a faecal finish even if he did fight all the way down only a few minutes after Ace had finished coiling out as a creamy mud mound. This cocky sureness of success soon evaporating though, as by the time Essex was done releasing her second pony-sized portion, Bug was necking her fourth masculine meal of the evening as she effortlessly proved her proficiency in making male manure. Essex left staring in surprise as the earth pony practically inhaled a familiar pair of carrot-coloured legs in a smooth swallow, before capping off her massive meal with an audible gulp as she casually claimed the last vestiges of a pair of fidgeting cream hooves as Bug bolted down her brother concluding her 4th consecutive course.

Fuzz quick to cheerfully inform her host on Bug’s predatory progress, as the mardy mare had gone by prison rules and bagged the biggest bird boy in the room as her first course to loosen up before moving on to more standard quadrupedal portions. The mare finding no difficulty shimmying her way over the avian’s sculpted frame, as even though he was larger than the portly pony, Kalmoor’s size proved no obstacle to Bug’s hungry ambitions. A few glugs all it took to reduce him to a sizzling mound of merc meat swaying from Bug’s misshapen midriff as just another temporary belly bump slowly travelling towards her backdoor. The massive bulge smoothing out rapidly, and for all his bravado Kalmoor could muster only a wet belch carrying a few stray feathers and a wayward bullet that must have been lurking somewhere in his toned frame only to come free as he was brewed into a bowel movement.

Moist following after that, as the stallion of weak constitution literal melted under the pressure after only a few seconds within the dominating mare hostile insides. Bug smirking all the while as she felt the movements cease as her body set to work breaking the easy target of the group down to his base components so he could be reborn as a sloppy mudslide. Moist’s body still bubbling away at her back end when the moody mare wrapped her lips around Cairbre’s head, as she made the necessary moves to add a striped snack to her daily calorie count. The mare using the zebragriff’s dead weight tactically, as the additional mass stuffing her stomach allowed her to easily push out the marinated mess that had once been Moist. Cairbre expediating the anal eviction before he too joined the growing poop pile as his own chocolaty clutch of horse apples.

With three notches under her belt Bug had then made the brazen move of devouring Naarkerotics, as she had little qualms in gobbling down her rival’s twin if it gave her the lead she needed to win. Essex walking in on the tail end of this to see the familiar sight of the stallion she had spent 9 months gestating with disappear down a greedy gob. This fact cemented as Bug let out a soggy burp like a triumphant roar of victory as at this point her 4:2 victory was unsurmountable as there was just not enough sausage left on the menu to even tie with the engorged earth pony. The simple maths making it apparent that the Pegasus had simply been unable to keep up with the earth pony’s predatory pace, as with Gizmo the literal last man standing, she had nothing left to do but accept defeat. Bug knowing this full well, as she smiled, savouring the final peristaltic pulse as she professionally pushed the delicious stallion into her stomach with a few bobs of her head. The mare tracing the large lump Naark made all the way down, as she relished him trickling down her throat before casually turning and giving his stunned sister a wink before he could even settle in to simmer.

Essex watching the soft shape of her brother contort slightly, as he got comfortable, before the familiar jiggle of self-pleasure began to echo through the animated mass encapsulating him. The sound of Fuzz snorting painting the scene as Naark gave into his libido like a little gut slut and had his most recent taboo tryst with a grinding gut. Essex just rolling her eyes at the deviant display, as Bug to a moment to gauge her centre of gravity and waddled over, as she carried the squirming stallion tucked up in her sated stomach as though he were nothing.

“I would like to thank you for the invite Essex, I didn’t think the food would be this good, though I didn’t expect your brother to take the plunge as prey,” Prodded Bug, as she rubbed in her conquest in the two’s little contest.

“Bro likes what he likes,” shrugged Essex, trying to play it off as cool, but it was tangible that she disappointed at not being the one to wolf down her palatable kin.

“I would not look so gutted, you’re far from the first to make the mistake of offering me an all you can eat, Course you bought me dinner, so you know what that means…” replied Bug, keying into her host’s displeasure. The earth pony then ruffling her shoulders slightly causing her sloshing stomach to swing like a hammock, as the well-fed mare adjusted her footing slightly as she flaunted the future flank fat hanging below her like any other moaning meal. Bug beginning to turn, giving a nice side view of her swollen stomach, before glancing over her shoulder and adding one final stipulation to the potentially sensual situation.

“O’ and bring your bitch, when I let out the residue that was your “bro I will have another hole in need of filling,” continued Bug, giving a nod over to Gizmo to indicate her intent before she sauntered off in a sultry stride. The doughy mare intentionally waggling her hips with every step in an aura of salacious sexuality, as she basked in another triumphant taking of fresh stallion sausage. Essex just cocking her eyebrow for a second, not sure how to react to the offer of a potential pegging, either way, the Pegasus had the right toy on hoof for such a situation, she just hoped she was on top. The Pegasus not sure where this was going, but she was excited to find out as she watched Bug’s waggling plot vanish into the now well-used toilet. A reassuring nudge drawing the mare away from the distracting derrière as Fuzz gave her thoughts on the debaucherous dance currently in play.



“I think she likes you…”


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15 minutes later….


“Nice of you to re-join us bro,” snidely remarked Essex, as she saw Bug’s twinkling log cutter yawn open as her now shitty sibling was pushed into position for his rectal rebirth. Essex now 100% sure that fuzz had been on the money regarding Bug, as with barely a grunt her turdified twin began thumping over the mare’s plump ponut like any other bowel movement. Bug birthing her brother turned butt brownie relatively gently, as he passed with only a stray fart or crackle of anal phlegm to deviate from the slick sounds of a fresh crap coiling of out of an ajar arsehole.

Essex just watching the turds tumble out like festering toothpaste, as she paused her planned pegging to jab at her crowning skid mark of a sibling. The Pegasus’s hooves calmly resting on Gizmo’s haunches as the dog seemed equally infatuated with watching the dirty protest play out, as he was acutely aware that soon enough, he too would be transformed into a turd. The thought causing his cock to shiver slightly, as the sexual sabre wriggled its way to attention in the short time it took Bug to relieve herself. The mare’s belly beginning to shrink as more and more of Naark slid for the from Bug’s shit chute, forming a neat though ever-growing knoll of former equine. The well-processed proteins piling up, as bit by bit the stallion tiptoed over Bug’s tail hole, before with a final exacerbated sound of enjoyment Bug concluded her colonic clearing.

“Aahhh….” Bug letting out a slow sigh as with a final fart her aching anus began to ease closed concluding her crapping. Bug’s tail bobbing slightly as her dock gave one final wave before relaxing and returning the bristly mass of hair to its neutral position with a few brisk flicks. Gizmo taking the opportunity to inspect the newest mountain of mare muck, with a curious stroke as he saw his fate in fine detail after his planned stay within the accommodating equine. The warm waste spongy against his palm, as he could only imagine Bug’s colon would leave him the same consistency when it was his turn to be dumped out of her tensing tailstar.

“Have a good look, that will be you in an hour or two,” said Bug, as she glanced back with a gratified grin, as she eyed up her latest sizable suppository. The real question though was if the strap-on straddled Essex would want to follow in his slipstream and partake in the colonic consumption, as the second component in a girthy double flusher. Bug fine with letting herself out if the privileged Pegasus caved to her digestive desires, and the earth pony was sure she would find out if she would stick around when the time for dessert came. A part of Bug hoped this was the case, as she was inquisitive on how she compared to her butt butter brother…….


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Fuzz convinces Essex to invite Bug to a house party. Things soon escalate into an eating contest to see who can snarf the most male guests and Bug cannot help but flex her ability to feast in the target-rich environment that only the Grid can provide.....

A lemon i wrote to go along with a piece of gift art Gizmo commissioned from the talented Luludeville (https://www.furaffinity.net/user/luludeville/ ). If you enjoyed the art please go and support them on their FA. :)

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