Bug relishing the shiver that emanated out of the stallion as she shackled him into the occupied diaper. Crimson cringing at the clammy contact of moist crap upon his cheeks as he was forced into close proximity with his curdled lovers. Bug forcing him to waggle his hips as he gradually sank into the tepid mass of mare mulch like septic quicksand. Crimson grimacing as he felt the tacky composure caress his haunches with the sensation of soggy cereal. The greasy texture chaffing his rump, as he was forced to wallow in two mare’s worth of waste like a grotty mud bath. The lukewarm contents latching onto him with a slimy stroke, forcing him to marinate in manure, as Bug locked him into the loaded nappy with a sadistic smile.

Her hooves tracing around the waist strap in a groping glide, until her skirting frogs found the twitching tool she so sought. Crimson wriggling slightly as he perceived the fondling feeling through the cream covering surrounding his private parts, and he went bolt upright the moment Bug snared his shaft in her steely grip. The mare getting a good grasp on the gonad gun, and with a polishing flurry, she began to slowly soothe the sword with repetitive twirls of the wrist.

“They were holding out on you, weren’t they?” she asked, almost caringly, as though she were a masseuse discussing a hard day with a client. Crimson mumbling something through his lips that sounded like agreement, as he spasmed beneath Bug’s tender touch. The earth pony stirring a salacious soup with his senses as she niggled the right nerves to soon leave his dongle diamonds.

“That bad huh, so mean of them to blue ball you like that, you’re so pent up,” she purred, as she could already feel Crimson’s balls tensing, as he seemed borderline on spilling his stallion sauce from just the warm touch of a mare alone. Bug easing back slightly as she began edging the needy male closer to the boiling point with a meandering molesting. The earth pony enjoying the sexual stroll, as she explored every part of the Pegasus’s genitals from a few flicks of the flare to a tender slap to his scrotum.

“There loss…. It just means they cannot enjoy your strong sausage,” she teased Pinching the penis as she concluded the sentence as she flaunted her full control over her passion pleading prisoner. Crimson just not sure how to react to the blatant offering of the needs of the flesh, and though he tried to remain celibate to his shitty sweethearts, Bug’s hooves proved too much for his biology to handle. His heart quickening, pulse pounding, as soon Crimson was panting just like any other rutting dog, as to his shame he found a perverse pleasure in Bug’s professional presence.

“That’s a good boy, just let me wank that worry out of you,” reassured Bug, as Crimson leaned into her, completely capitulating to her hoofjob. The stallion trying his best to remain loyal to the skid mark he was sitting in, but try as he might, he could not help but enjoy the equine’s stern stimulation. The mare milking his manhood relentlessly, and he was inching ever closer to spilling his baby batter. Bug seeming to sense this building pressure in her plaything, as the Pegasus primed a shot of sperm for fertile soil that would never come. Bug maintaining this prepared position for a few minutes, giving just enough to keep him wrapped around her hoof as she carefully played with the pooling spunk until his manhood was wound like an overtight spring. Crimson’s grunts increased in desperation, as he needed the euphoria of orgasm, but despite his nickering Bug stayed the course until she finally permitted him to blow his load.

“Go on paint your ladies like some slut from Prance…” she whispered in his ear, the extremity flickering like a signal lamp, before on cue he spilt his seed in a violent pelvic sneeze. The ropes of jism shooting out in snotty sprays as though someone had opened a fire hydrant, leaving Crimson to waggle a drunken dance from his pounding pelvis. The feeling as though his soul were spirting from his convulsing cock as all the stress in his frame erupted forth in a single erotic eruption. Bug guiding him through it with a few more probs, as she drained his liquid love like a flirtatious faucet.

The mare lingering for a few seconds to ensure every last drop had drizzled from the battered bellend. A few taps terminating the trickle, as Bug was confident her job was done, and she turned to leave secure in the knowledge of another satisfied client. Crimson left sexually satisfied and with a glazed crap care package, though most people preferred cake over a casemate of meadow muffins as a souvenir to a sensual session. Then again, the shelf-life of shit was about the same as baked goods, so in the end, it didn’t matter much baring the smell. Bug set on leaving the encounter happy, but she only got a few steps before her disoriented guest took a tumble throwing the grey glutton an unexpected curveball out of left field.

The earth pony satisfied to leave the sensual skirmish there, but even she was taken off guard when Crimson fell forward, causing his snout to smack softly against the cushioning clasp of Bug’s plump ponut. It took her a moment to realize what was happening, as she felt a rough raspberry ripple over her booped browneye with a soft splat. The earth pony unsure if he had been asking for seconds or was attempting a sphincter suicide, but the momentum was enough for the snout to shunt the anus ajar, leaving a wide-eyed Bug shuddering as he slotted his muzzle into the shit socket like a gammy glove.

Bug going on autopilot as she gave a tugging tense and let her billowing backdoor snuggly slide onto Crimson’s blissful face. The salty shimmer of perspiration on his fur helping to grease his transition, as Bug’s bowels blossomed to accommodate him with a vacuous suck. The stallion foolishly sticking an extremity into Bug, never a wise move if you intended to keep it, as the earth pony tended to play for keeps. Bug not normally feeding on stallions, as their obtuse angles failed to flow into her as smoothly as a more streamline mare, but this saved her getting breakfast so with a clench she committed to the consumption.

He wasn’t a hard meal, Pegasus regardless of gender never were, as worst comes to worst they could be broken to fit. In this case though, such brutal methods seeming unnecessary thought as her squirming suppository slithered in smoothly, as Crimson’s more masculine features were easily slurped by the smooching sphincter. Not that Bug was surprised, this weedy stallion paled in comparison to some of the meaty mares she had pegged up her pucker over the years, as this hunk of man meat was barely a meal in comparison to her preferred chubby chow.
A wet pop ringing out as the shoulders succulently slipped over the rim, in an otherwise uneventful boarding, and soon Bug was crawling over his trim barrel in munching march from her pulsing piping. The peristaltic tune of her tubbing rapidly overtaking Crimson, as Bug’s bowels barged over his belly and the mare was soon upon her only real challenge from the stunned stallion. the diaper holding the reconstituted biomass of two mare’s way more than the recommended baggage for entry, but it didn’t bother Bug in the slightest as she just leaned back and enjoyed the feeling of her sphincter scream.

The mare clenching her teeth as she felt the plumbing yawn like a suffocating carp, leaving her moaning in response to the rough entry. The sharp crinkling of her colon compressing the diaper going off like fireworks as a series of pops and compounded crumples rang out in an unorganized chorus. The baggy garment laden down with pliable excrement bunging the bumhole for a few moments before with a sharp shove Bug found the leverage to ingest the tasteless item of adult incontinence. The earth pony’s punishing pelvic floor like a trash compactor, and with the crunch of her Kegels, she managed to squirrel the diaper-clad rump away with a few twitching strains.

The rest of Crimson vanishing like clockwork, and with a few winks of the anal ring, he was reduced to little more than a massive bulge swaying from Bug’s stomach. Bug emitting a drawn-out sigh as she felt her rear portal close up like a tote bag, leaving just the trembling tickle of Crimson’s substantial shadow as it slithered through her bowels like a girthy snake. The stallion not making much of an effort, as he seemed spent on a blissful afterglow, and any resistance was the occasional spasm as he curled around a bend on the winding journey to the stomach.

The Pegasus banished to her belly, where he could simmer to soup under the same chemical bath as his liquidated lovers. The thought amusing Bug, as he seemed to offer little reluctance to the same treatment, and even now was likely staring blankly into the darkness of her engorged innards. Her acid set to rub his hide raw and reduce his protein-rich form down to its base components, before the paunchy pony would have the pleasure of dumping his reconstituted remains. The stallion just another ingredient in the triumvirate turd that would soon be yearning for release once the next batch of bowel bread was done baking.

For the time being though Bug just gave a gentle burp and let the shuffling within her peter out, so that she could process her most recent passenger….


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It seems Bug was too much mare to handle, and the grey glutton has earned herself a accidental stllion snack...

A follow up set from Gizmo (who is the one with the diaper fetish, i am simply indulging them ;) ), who commissioned this lovely set from  Shoelace

the other parts of this story can be found here:

Part one: https://aryion.com/g4/view/676100

Part two: https://aryion.com/g4/view/678441

Part three: you are here

Part four: soon tm

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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