“Don’t look so embarrassed, lots of ponies like to watch,” said Bug casually as she seemed completely unfazed by her unexpected audience. The mare seeming rather pleased with her predatory performance, unlike Eos who was looking rather flustered as she glanced to the door like a startled animal set on bolting. Bug’s reputation preceding her, and even if the earth pony was magically challenged, the Mutiecorn didn’t want to chance her luck with the menacing mare in private as she had already witnessed what her appetite could accommodate. The slender mare not sure how to react, as she had planned to silently depart using the stealthy spell gifted to her by the goddess, but now she had Bug’s undivided attention focused on her like a spotlight leaving the normally articulate mare stalling.

Bug seeming to smell the fear as the blue mare glanced to the door and back to the earth pony, as though she was trying to gauge the distance and weighing her chances of making a break for it. Eos’s flight response stirring her to flee, but like a deer in the headlights, her hooves remained fixed to the stained carpet like steel shackles. Her wings twitching like a pheasant set to be flushed, as all it took was Bug taking a step closer for the gunshot to sound and the Mutiecorn took flight in a startled sprint.

She only got a few steps, as Bug was much spryer than her vexed viewer and fell on her with a bounding bounce, knocking the taller mare to the ground with a sharp shunt to her shapely haunches. The jolt taking Eos off balance and she crumpling like a pile of leaves, as the sword of Damocles in the room came down on her with a thunderous thump. The Mutiecorn collapsing forward, her legs giving out from under her as the impact of the strike caused her to faceplant the floor in a floundering flop.

Eos’s first instinct was to attempt to stand in a clumsy scramble, but Bug immediately quashed such efforts by assertively planting her hoof heavily upon the small of the Mutiecorn’s back. the earth pony cementing her dominance by pushing down on the small of Eos’s back pinning the mare to the ground like a broken butterfly. The Mutiecorn squirming against the firm frog, unable to buck it, as Bug just ground into the quivering flesh as though she was putting the brakes on the equines energetic escape attempt. The buttery buttocks tensing against Bug’s belly, as Eos slipped into a flailing flurry of fumbling as she tried to shirk the smaller equine restraining her.

“Now where do you think you’re going? You haven’t paid your tip, I cannot have you skimping on me for my sensual services,” Bug said through a smile, a glimmer of glee on her voice as though that short gallop were but a game. Bug glaring down on her snared seconds with amber eyes filled with ideas, as she came to collect what was owed to her like a bloated bailiff. Her focus drawn to Eos’s svelte horn, as the intricately twirling ivory would surely prove troublesome if the spooked slut came to her adrenalin suppressed senses and decided to spark the glowstick to life.
Bug’s free hoof briskly coming to the twisting twig, as she had done this with enough unicorns to know how to declaw even the most magically attuned equine with all the refined grace of a sledgehammer. All the book smarts and practice in the world worthless, as the experienced eater of equines gave a stern flick of the wrist and severed the spiralled stick like a branch buckling under the strain of a storm.

Bug’s stoic landlocked frame coming into play, as the muscular mare’s sharp shunt was all it took for Eos’s horn to break away like shattering hard candy. The Mutiecorn winching in pain as her heart skipped a beat in the wake of the fibrous crunch before a searing pain shot down her spine in a stabbing stream causing her entire body to reflexively jerk. Eos’s jaw clenching leaving her perfect pearly teeth-rattling, as her full body recoiled like a snail to salt in the quaking aftershocks of the broken horn, as her consciousness crumbled as it tried to cobble some response from the amputated accessory. Nothing coming from the effort but the light crackle of unfocussed magic as nothing of worth manifested from the smouldering stump where an elegant spire once sat.

“Now, now, we cannot have you disappearing prematurely, that’s my belly’s job,” said Bug smugly, as she discarded the horn over her shoulder like a piece of trash. The bone clattering to the floor with a muted patter, leaving Eos shivering as her body failed to cope now that she had been gutted of her gifts. Her detached horn trying to light, but all this achieved was a coppery blue stream of sparks, as magic leaked from the wound in a steady flow. The exertion just causing Eos’s head to hammer, as each natter from her oxidising neurons dissipated through her nervous system like a flash fire, leaving her skin to ache as though the air were knives. Eos’s eyes drifting to the door, as if she could muster the willpower to make it and escape this hellish hospitality but try as she might Bug remained pressing down on her like a stoic stone.

“I wouldn’t worry about leaving so soon, I have a special exit for my consumed client’s, a nice and discrete back door for when I have to dump my dinner dates, especially those who try to weasel their way into an unpaid performance,” teased Bug with a wink, as she gave a hint at the Horseapples she would pass once she was done possessing her prisoner. Eos grimacing at the remark, her ego flatlining unable to cope with the unbearable humiliation as any sense of superiority sapped from the supposedly higher being as she sat battered beneath her long assumed lesser. Eos unable to cope, as she could not imagine how her sisters would react if they knew she was stripped of the goddesses’ light by some filthy mud pony, who was now set on making a meal out of her. The potential gossip of her faecal fate like grit in her eyes, causing Eos to grimace into a stagnant state to the cocktail of pain pulsing through her shuddering system, as the misty-eyed mare just mewled in response to her supposed divinity being desecrated.

Bug swift to capitalize on this indecisiveness as the earth pony seized Eos soft shoulder and swiftly span the Mutiecorn onto her back before the mare could come to her senses and start fighting. The sedated struggles making it easy for the applied pressure to coax Eos to roll from her belly onto the eye-catching contours of her back. Bug stronger than she looked and seemingly full of surprises as without a word she put Eos in the ideal position for the pony to punish her for her unpaid viewing experience. The two ponies left face to face, as Bug leered over her lunch, who was now looking worse for wear compared to the refined front Eos tried to project, as now she was simply trapped with nowhere to run and entirely at the mercy of the smaller equine. A dine and dash was never a good idea if the mare you where cheating was capable of swallowing you whole, but Eos’s pride had blinded her to such a possibility until her dominance was rudely stripped from her, leaving her slow on the uptake of a lesson Bug was all too glad to teach, as she was never one to say no to a free meal.

“No point fighting, it will just help me swallow you, now relax and let me take care of you,” said Bug soothingly, as she gave Eos a pat on the cheek as if to steady her, before she leaned in to take her trembling treat. The Mutiecorn finding to her horror that her snout fitted perfectly betwixt Bug’s parting jaws as the mare edged forward and sheathed Eos’s entire skull in her gaping maw. Bug descending down without issue, as in a slurping swallow the earth pony eased the mutiecorn’s entire head into her waiting gullet and began to glide down the mare’s swan-like neck.

The limber lips soon creeping over the collar bones, and with a creaking pop, the shoulders slipped over the threshold and into the throbbing throat. Eos’s only response to the creeping grope of the gullet to unfurl her wings in a feeble flapping as she was forced into the peristaltic portal to the stomach. The throat aggressively seizing its quarry as each chug rolled over Eos body pulling her along the trickling trail with a series of pinching pulses. The mutiecorn’s body creaking like a pressure hull in a crash dive as Bug’s body expanded to house her meal, as even with a bit of elastic slack it was a close fit, leaving Eos to choke in the claustrophobic abyss. Her head soon hitting a muscular valve that yawned open to receive her as her muzzle docked with the muscular doughnut, and she was threaded into the sweltering heat of a sloshing stomach.

Bug wasting no time, as the equine was like an expanding expanse that effortlessly inhaled Eos no differently than she might neck a pint. The smaller mare making short work of the Mutiecorn, as her alicorn like stature did little to deter the rolling gullet as it washed over her in a chugging cascade. Wafting wings and fidgeting limbs folding flush without much of a fight as they were shoved into the surging straitjacket of Bug’s undulating oesophagus in a series of soggy slurps. The frictionless chute tugging to a repetitive tune as with each contraction another inch of blue fur tickled its way over the tonsils to join the rest of the matted mess of meeping mare meat oozing into the grey glutton.

Each rug of ribs like a checkpoint, as Bug shuffled her body over the Mutiecorn like a snarfing sock, claiming more of Eos’s curves with each wolfing gulp. Eos’s navel tensing as it traversed over Bug’s tongue, as her trim midriff was worked into the oral orifice with a shunting swallow. Bug’s hooves coming to Eos’s flanks as she squeezed them like fresh linen, as she began to waggle the round rump in an attempt to push the pelvis over the pearly precipice and claim the mare’s widest part. The pelvis normally the most problematic part of a partaking of pony, but already loosened up by years of indulgence, Bug’s limber lips easily marched over the mare with an audible tune of moist swallows.

The bubbly buns clenching together and with a yawning glug were gobbled down to join the substantial swelling shuffling its way down Bug’s bulging neck. The mutiecorn’s hind legs naturally straightening as the slotted into the lapping lumen, leaving her cowering calves and flicking frogs to slowly sink into the thrall of the throat as though the blossoming flesh were quicksand. Eos’s long silky tail pinching between her legs as they eased together like an accordion as the mare was rapidly enveloped by Bug’s wet interior. Bug bobbing slightly to expedite the process but before long she was closing her teeth with a clack over the tips of Eos’s waving hind hooves sealing her in the dim depths of her engorged gastric tract.

Bug giving another swallow before letting out a steamy sigh, as she felt the massive mass that was Eos squirm its way down to her stomach. the earth pony carrying the weight well, as she just stood there wobbling slightly as she readjusted to her new centre of gravity swaying sporadically from her mishappen middle. Bug leaning back on her haunches cradling her bloated barrel, as she felt Eos curl up into a compact ball of fetal flesh, as the mare assumed the most economical stance in the stifling space. The tart air tingling Eos’s sinuses as she came to terms with the inky caress of the caustic cauldron, unable to do much more other than stare blankly as she settled in to stew in the corrosive confines of Bug’s belly.

Every motion repressed, as Bug’s hooves prevented the Mutiecorn from moving, as she just tucked her head in and without any fanfare capitulated to Bug’s biology, as the powerful pony was reduced to a curled-up bulge of powerless protein. Bug stroking her stomach as she felt every facet of her food, as she took the time to perfectly position her prey within her so that the mass of meat would melt away without incident. The Mutiecorn malleable beneath her frogs, and soon her tucked away treat was little more than a scrunched-up sphere of feminine flesh ready for the enzymes to start eating away at.

“I would have said I did the gene pool a service eating you, but we both know your foal bearing hips were just for show,” prodded Bug, as she gave her belly a hard hug. The tense forcing the air from her belly in a guttural gust, as the belch that lasted several seconds as she took the time to void the artificial alicorn’s air supply with an eruptive eruption. Eos immediately began to kick as she could no longer breathe and began to drown in the digestive depths, prompting her into an uncoordinated thrashing, as Bug just sat back to enjoy the mare’s last little death dance.

“That’s a good girl…. Show me how long you can hold your breath….”


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Bug deals with the blue voyeur in the best way she knows: A few confidant swallows...


A follow up set from Gizmo, who commissioned this lovely set from  Shoelace

the other parts of this story can be found here:

Part one: you are here

Part two: soon



This takes part immediately after Paid for Predaton part two which can be found here: https://aryion.com/g4/view/664253

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