CRRRRCKLE…..

A compressing clench rolling over Fuzz’s entirety with a gentle crackle, rousing the marinating mare from her slumber, as her entire cosy world shifted with an undulating pulse. The steaming earth pony not knowing how long she had been entombed within the moist snugness of what could only be the closefitting confines of a cushioning colon, as she had seen the tail end of enough digestive tracts to recognize the familiar dank darkness surrounding her. The packed-away pony feeling hazy, unable to see, smell, hear or taste leaving just a fading tingle wafting over her now malleable figure like a dull bout of pins and needles.

Everything feeling floaty, indistinct, like a muddled miasma of stimuli, as Fuzz felt the thrum of a heartbeat, she knew was not her own through the mists of her afterglow. This alien sensation not concerning Fuzz though, as the oft-eaten equine was more than well accustomed to awakening in such a fetid place after a night of frivolous fun and fornication. Her normal hazel coat doubtless glazed a more chocolatey hue, as there was little doubt that she was feeling the echoes of digestion after taking yet another full tour of a predator’s plumbing. Who had eaten her irrelevant, griffon, pony, dragon, yak, all digestive systems tended to look the same by the time the processed person was pressing up against a pinched pucker waiting to dropped off without a second thought.

This indifference to be expected as not many gave even a second glance when it came to dispense with a dirty deposit, as it was simply the useless biomass of whatever they had indulged in recondensed into a uniform log of leeched nutrients. The composted fertilizer perhaps laced with a few more stubborn indigestibles, with teeth and fur serving as roughage in what otherwise would be a soft swirl sausage of greasy scat that would soon be curling out betwixt a pair of cheeks. A mare always making a massive mound of manure regardless of the stomach she was sluiced in, as even the most petite of ponies contained a wide range of useless elements, that evolution had long since decided were not worth metabolizing.
Because of this, these pulverized proteins remained long after the useful base components had been extracted, leaving only a dense dump to be disposed of at her well-fed consumer's discretion.

If she had not indulged in the champagne Fuzz might have remembered who had wrapped their lips around her head and started to swallow, but alas this was another flirtatious fling that would be soon forgotten with a flush. Another one-night stand fermented down into faeces, nothing special, just a filling meal and a substantial shit later down the line, as a curvy lump of chevaline naturally converted into calories within the churning embrace of a sated stomach. This time brewing in a belly coming to an end though, as the raunchy vibrations of shifting bowel gas bubbling by let Fuzz know it was time for what remained of her to go. The blasting toot of a bassy fart sounding out with a pungent puff, as Fuzz felt herself pushed downwards towards the trembling threshold of a soon-to-be agape arsehole.

The blinding light of freedom lost on Fuzz as the sphincter spread before her with a gentle yawn. The rectum relaxing with a quiver, as it reflexively prepared to release the condensed crap that had been the recent one-night stand to glide through this mystery creature’s guts. Such little details invisible to the slab of sentient scat, as Fuzz felt the ring of the anus slide over the skeletal snout of her flesh-stripped skull with an easing squeeze, letting her know it was time for her backdoor birthing. The movement slimy and slick, as the oleaginous mess slowly seeped through the tight tubing of the lower bowel without a word of complaint bar the odd huff of tart tooshie wind. The chilly open air causing a psychic shiver to rustle through the residue once known as fuzz as she began to coil out in a concise clump of chestnut clay and phlegmy pops, as her devourer disgorged the damp dung with only a few inconvenienced grunts. The disassembled earth pony’s reality waning with each contraction, as the techno sorcery binding her to her new form began to evaporate now that the hedonistic extent of its preserving properties had been met. Fuzz destined for a bout in the grid once she began to cool, and then this cycle would repeat, on and on for the small stripper until she grew tired of salacious nights that would conclude with her being shat out through a chomping cigar cutter. The only thing really bothering the muddy blob of mare muck now, as she fell away with a soggy plop, was when she could check her credit chit to see if she had been correctly paid for her services, and more importantly if this satisfied customer had left a juicy tip……

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After a night of partying, Wireless Fuzz awakens to the sensation of being shat out. The contractions rarely felt by a digested meal, but with her Afterglow augmentations, she gets to enjoy this rare experience first hoof...

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