“I didn’t take Pan for a prey slut,” remarked Bug as she leaned against the bath enjoying the engorged echoes from her bulging bladder from the secure position of the pale porcelain. The minty maned unicorn making a massive bulge in her belly, that seemed to buck at the statement with some little retorting muffle that was lost under the sloshing sounds of Bug’s body digesting hers. The shroud of skin sufficient to stifle the unimportant opinions of food, but even so Bug having known the amazon of a unicorn for a while now, and more often than not some slut’s skeleton was simmering in her stomach.

“I think she was just curious, you piss out enough ponies you probably wonder what it feels like, least that is me when I find out about a new sort of sphincter,” Replied Fuzz in the lack of representation from her friend. The smaller chocolate coated mare straddling Bug’s swollen stomach so she could enjoy the feeling of her squirming friend melting away upon her sensitive inner thigh. The large lady making a neat but lively lump as even with her legs detached the muscular mare could only worm weakly as the bladder forced her to curl up like a cold caterpillar. The mounted marelet clearly enjoying the thrashing show resonating from within the cramped confines as she rode the shuddering swelling like a pounding partner as soon a damp patch would no doubt form on Bug’s fur.

“Perhaps, though I am happy to indulge her, as without her legs she about the same size as my normal meals,” replied Bug as she kicked one of Pan’s discarded metal legs to cement the point that their owner was now just another pony-sized snake for the ravenous earth pony. The streamlined shape of the legless mare making it easy to reduce her bulk into a tightly tucked away squirming sausage bulging her bladder with her bunched-up body. Bug tensing her bowels slightly as she scrunched up the mare within her into the firmest fetal fold she could, given the limited anatomy of the limbless lump she had to work with.

“You don’t think you could have handled her whole?” teased Fuzz, a smirk coming to her muzzle, as she prodded the earth pony’s potential capacity.

“I have had bigger, I just didn’t know if Pan’s toilet could take half a ton of assorted industrial waste when I let the snowball slush out,” deflected Bug casually, giving a little hint at the gargantuan mess her dinner date would make when she was dumped after an evening processed by the earth pony's piping. The actual act of taking Pan barely putting a puff on Bug’s cheeks as with gravity on her side as well as well-trained Kegels she had easily worked the larger equine into her with some well-rehearsed hip waggling which swiftly concluded the strenuous sounding.

“Well that’s the fun of cybernetics, they either have the courtesy to simmer away like mine or all it takes is a few twists of a hex key and all the indigestibles come off in convenient modules,” replied Fuzz, her hoof morphing into a hand so she could twirl a finger to illustrate the point. The appeal of quadruple amputation for augmentation always escaping Bug, but she always found amusement in the sight of learned muscle memory or mannerisms reflected in the prosthetic additions. Fuzz one of the more extroverted examples Bug had encountered, as a part of her always seemed to be moving as her brain chittered along like the slutty sparrow she was.

“Still got the scutes to worry about though, as I would rather not be pissing shards of broken glass,” said Bug casually as she felt her body growing lethargic as it preparing to process the mountain of mare tucked up above her hips.

“Well there is no such thing as perfect prey, well apart from my bite-sized self,” chirped Fuzz with a wink, as she plugged her pastime as protein. The smaller mare feeling Pan’s fight fading as she either ran out of air and been smothered by the stale sack, or simply given up and awaiting her future fate as yellow rain. The reaction not unexpected as without hooves there was little, she could do to pleasurably pass the time in the caustic environment containing her other than wait for nature to take its course. The result disappointing to Fuzz as she had expected a turbulent ride, as the petite pony was well aware of her friend’s stamina and the potential pelvis pulverising her millstone-like gyrations might yield.

“So you going to power digest her?” prompted Fuzz, as she inquisitively prodded Bug’s barrel feeling the dull form of her friend twitching beneath the cellophane-like flesh. The mare curious on the course of action Bug would use handle the muscular hardcase stowed within her, as such a female feast would take several days to sluice under a normal metabolism.

“Aye, I said it would be prompt, as I don’t want to carry her water weight for too long,” answered Bug with a smile, before she continued with the sly look smeared over her muzzle.

“Besides sizzling her to slop will surely give a good show for the filthy shit stain sitting on my chest,” as she grinned to the sensation of the marelet’s quim quiver from the salacious statement. Bug not saying more as she tensed her core and let her bladder bounce as the sluice gates opened and set Pan frenzying in an emulsion of enzymes. The fight strong, each motion instinct attempting to drive a popping protest, but Bug was confident the toned treat was hers as Pan slipped into a spasm before the convulsions concluded with a whimpering shudder as the flooded form within drowned in the digestive deluge.

The sudden flurry taking Fuzz off guard as she went wide-eyed in an attempt to ride out the rodeo as the uric undulations tossed her about like a paper bag in a hurricane. The tiny horse clinging on for dear life as her carbon fibre knuckles went white as she latched on like a lamprey as the mound she was resting on began to diminish as Pan’s volume was liquidated and assimilated. A few expletives ringing out, as Bug just chuckled as she watched the distressed doxy frantically fidget as she tried to maintain her balance. The disorientated dance to the tune of sloshing glorps as Pan melted away to an amber mush, that began to brew into a pungent cider as the female fermented in the dingy dungeon.

Pan disintegrating into a simmering sauce over the next few seconds as all sense of form was left as Bug brought her piss to a boil. The motions soon gone leaving just the sounds of an overworking metabolism masticating what remained as the prominent protrusion began to deflate like a punctured tire. Fuzz slowly sinking into Bug as she felt her friend's shadow melt like ice-cream on a hot day as what little that remained lysed in the hostile chamber.

“Jeez, I have never seen Pan digest fast,” remarked Fuzz as she explored the unambiguous sphere that held the retained volume of a gurgled giant. Fuzz’s fingers unable to discern anything approaching equine in the bulbous bladder, as only the clinking of bone nubs rewarded her wandering hand's exploration. Bug’s body making swift work of the supposedly stoic pony, as her fallible flesh had fizzled into soup in seconds.

“End of the day she is still a pony, well was a pony,” retorted Bug as the urge to urinate crept into her mind as her bilge tank was currently occupied by a pony’s worth of water. The condensed fluid groaning as it settled leaving just remnants of ex equine to bumble about in the turbulent tide. Bug’s biology doing its job without a hitch, and now it was just a matter of draining the overloaded vessel, a task that would surely require a mop to clean up.

“Well time to let her out,” stated Bug slowly, her words eliciting a confused sound from Fuzz as she looked up and realized that was about to happen. Bug only grunting as she rose, leaving Fuzz to scarper off her like a scared shrew, in an attempt to get out of the splash zone. Bug straining as something was clogging the piping, giving Fuzz a short head start before with a huff and a pop a sodden mass struck her in the back with a wet slap knocking her to the floor.

“Sweet Celestia, I forgot about the diaper damming my dyke,” exhaled Bug as a sweat overtook her normally slate-like veneer. The synthetic rump wrapper seeming to have survived intact as it ejected as an oily mass with little more than a stern squeeze of the pelvic floor. Fuzz surprised by this, but then again, she had not seen Pan take it off when she was helping the towering unicorn remove her legs, so it was her own fault to not expect to be hit with the sloppy sponge. The dense garment pinning Fuzz to the ground as a gentle leak began to patter against it like a roof on a rainy day.

The flow continuing for a few litres before suddenly stopping, before with another jerk and a Bursting pop a skull shot from the dilating urethra like a grinning comet. The streaking casemate striking Fuzz on the cheek with a glancing blow before it clattered across the floor like a morbid marble. The pressure carrying the skull a decent distance before it came to a gentle stop leaving Fuzz counting herself lucky that Pan’s horn had not pierced her like some pee slit projectile. Bug just sweating from the exertion of the tide coming out, making no effort to contain the amber tsunami as she just enjoyed the feeling of release such a wallowing whizz might provide. The act of bladder vore rare enough on its own, and with such a voluminous volunteer this break from the norm would be a nice distraction from her more normal nomings.

“So Fuzz, once this slut sluice is drained you want to pick a hole?” asked Bug as the piss continued to prattle on the small of the mini mare’s back. The steamy stream continuing to flow like a fractured faucet as Fuzz took a moment to register what was being said as she was drenched in a digested drizzle, but it soon clicked as she sat pinned under the crinkling fetidness of the urine inundated nappy. The tepid typhoon howling away, as the urine buffeted mare’s ears perked up at the offer, and she gave a predictable reply from the safety of her soggy shelter.

“Like you have to ask….”

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Grease Pan was not the sort of pony one would assume would be an easy meal on account of her size. The mechanical mountain a bonified predator, but ever so often curiosity got the better of her and Bug was all too happy to give her her answers normally with Fuzz tagging along for dessert.

A lemon I wrote to go with a gift image from  Naarkerotics who comissioned the image from his reguar artist  Coillte .

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