She had to get out! Moon Dancer’s mind racing as she frantically searched her brain for a spell that could possibly help her escape the hellish space, she was stewing in. The unicorn's horn humming in a dull glow as she illuminated the hostile environment with a dim cerise aura, that listened of the groaning walls as they came down in kneading pulses that attempted to sap the struggle from the panicking pony. The unicorn having the sense not to use a fire spell, lest she expend the limited oxygen in the stale gut gas she was gagging on, as she sat bundled up in the belly as little more than a swaying mass of well-educated meat.

The mare still reeling from the moist embrace that had coasted over her coat as her solo study session was rudely interrupted with a sudden swallow. The sweltering heat of another body enveloping her as she careened down the gullet as little more than a shuddering streamlined swelling before the aspiring student was unceremoniously dumped in the tart gut in a crumpled heap as she folded into a fetal position to fit into the sloshing stomach. The short-sighted mare finding herself squinting as her glasses had been knocked from her muzzle by the swiftness of the slurping strike, her sweater following suit as it slipped from her back as gliding lips degloved her of the garment as the introvert was removed from her woolly wrapper.

The only article of clothing managing to cling on was the tight waistband of her adult diaper, the crinkling clothing holding tight as the mare had donned it expecting a lengthy study session that had now been cut short with a rolling gulp. The swaddling nappy acting as a watertight barrier that was the only thing protecting her lower holes from the nip of the pooling acid that already seemed to be singing her skin. Moon Dancer running through her options as she knew in such close proximity to the stomach wall Blinking was out of the question as the glazing of stomach phlegm would simply mean she would teleport her devourer with her still tucked up tight inside.

The mare growing desperate as she felt the stomach straining around her, the sack flexing like rubber as it seemed to be teasing the mare to crumple and pop under its overbearing compressions. The mare unable to find a solution that was better than clawing at the sphincter she had slotted through and praying to the goddess that she might be vomited back up if she proved unruly enough to cause indigestion. Moon Dancer normally pretty sharp but under the massaging mastication of the gut, her articulate problem solving was slashed to sunders but the smothering stomach wall. The unicorn unable to formulate a plan that did not involve her remaining trapped in the bitter bowels or accidentally snuffing herself out in her fearful haste as she took out her predator only to curl up and digest in a cooling corpse.

Moon Dancer becoming acutely aware that the stomach was trying to bundle her up to digest, as a hoof came to the back of her head pressing down as if to expedite the process of turning her into an economical ball so she might slush to sluice more efficiently. The motions doing little to raise Moon’s hope of escape as the slight movements seemed meticulous and well versed as if her devourer was an experienced predator, and it helped form a knot in the unicorn’s stomach as she began to lose hope of leaving in any manner then melted manure through the back door.

With the stern core tensing around her, Moon could do nothing other than curl up as her resistance did little in the constantly shifting caustic cauldron. The unicorn’s dull hooves unable to get a grip in the slick stomach, meaning she was entirely at the mercy of the mare who intended to digest her into a meaty mush. Moon Dancer hearing her captor speaking, the vocalisations resonating through the body cavity, but over the roar of the gut gearing up to juice her the unicorn was unable to comprehend the meaning of the words as anything other than a low murmur. The sounds accompanying the prodding pokes and stern grasps pushing down on Moon through the taut skin, making the mare suspect it was gloating or perhaps soothing sentences to perhaps entice her to capitulate as little more than a meal. The option of surrender never crossing the stubborn equines mind, so gritting her teeth as the chafe of enzymes began to take its toll, she just began to blindly buck in a vain attempt to induce a spasm and force her gluttonous gourmand to disgorge her.

Bug smirking at this defiance, as she stroked the mare-shaped bulge in her midsection, feeling every facet of Moon Dancer’s form shiver and cringe with each feel of the grey mare’s frog’s as she goaded the unicorn into a strict sphere of shapely lunchmeat. The earth pony confident that she had all the time in the world to savour this antisocial equine, as it was not like anyone would come looking for her until long after she was a cooling coil in her own toilet. Bug smirking as her amber eyes glanced over this hoarders haul of books as she saw a myriad of topics that were well beyond the comprehension of a magically challenged earth pony, though they seemed to be of little worth now the powerful unicorn was reduced to a protesting protrusion in the mardy mare’s midriff. Bug swift to rub salt in the open wound as soon the mare’s hide would be raw and lathered to lysing leather by her biological process, that no doubt the well-read intellectual was acutely aware of, as it didn’t take a genius to work out what happened to food once it was dunked in the digestive deluge of the stomach.

“That’s right wriggle, fighters always make the smoothest shits,” sighed Bug as she teased her treat. The mare lying back as her belly quaked, as she knew this sort of fight in her food always helped loosen up the piping for a buttery bowel movement. Bug confident in her conquest as she was sure the next time she would see her passenger she would be little more than a freshly baked butt brownie steaming in this slut’s septic tank. Bug ruminating on the wriggles, before giving a stretch as she felt the mare stop squirming as if she was thinking up one last desperate scheme to escape the claustrophobic and caustic confines.

“Time you burp up your air,” said Bug calmly, her hoof stroking Moon’s cheek as the earth pony decided to conclude her shuddering passenger resting in her lap with one last confused convulsion. Bug’s ending her statement with a moist burp that rattled her tonsils as she let out a spray of spittle as she voided her occupant of her air in a sudden gastric gust. The sudden suction in tandem with the gut clamping down to claim its prize as the overpowering organ slammed onto Moon as she let out a startled snort at her precious air being robbed from her burning lungs. The force compacting the mare, as she began to spasm as if she were drowning as she tried to surface in the simmering sea as her head was held under the acrid waves.

Moon Dancer going into a stall, her vision dimming in bloodshot eyes as she felt the ghost rising in her chest as her cramping body yearned to give up the ghost even as her fur itched up a storm. The hair thick with fluid, as it held the caustic chemicals to her skin just prolonging the nip of the tart juices. The unicorn locking up as she was about to slip into an endless sleep when a sudden idea popped into her oxygen-deprived brain offering her a desperate lifeline as she recalled a certain spell Twilight had shown her a few months prior.

Moon’s horn illuminating with purpose as the gut gradually eased down on her like a hydraulic press intent on popping her into a mangled meatball ripe for metabolizing. The unicorn gritting her teeth as her horn frazzled, well wall the while her lungs screaming in anguish as they yearned for a breath that was not coming. Moon feeling her skin tingle as her state shifted as even with the brutal barrage of the throbbing walls, she found the clarity to compose her spell. The mare attempting to literally dive into a book, as Moon reached out trying to find any tome to seek haven in the bundled leaves. Her horn humming Moon felt a rack of pain run up her spine as something vital gave and her body began to crumple like a can before with a flash, she shot like a comment from the squeezing stomach sack.

The pain wracking her body with a blast, as Moon leapt into the pages of her journal as she escaped the fizzling flames of the gut in the guise of a shoddy scribble. The exertion leaving her lightheaded, as Moon came to terms with her 2d form, as she looked from the pages expecting to see her attacker confused at the sudden disappearance of its lunch. The unicorn instead finding Bug looking down at her scant sketch with her barrel still bulging with Moon Dancer’s twitching body. Moon seeing the dull lumps that were her features pressing out against the grey fur as it constricted down with a steady force as weaker bones began to give to the muscular gastric sleeve.

“I was wondering if you were going to do that, not that good timing though, you seem to have lost some weight,” mocked Bug as she suppressed a burp bled from the simmering flesh within her. The earth pony looking down at the small piece of line art that was Moon, as she towered over the detailed doodle. A smug smirk peeking Bug’s cheeks, as she reached down and picked up the discarded diary, as she prepared to taunt the mage trapped in a machine of her own making. The glare of Bug’s calculating eyes making her captive audience slink backwards as any hope of hiding until the hungry intruder left evaporated, as the dour equine was fully aware of Moon Dancer’s snared situation. The lost looking unicorns horn igniting as she seemed to be pondering teleporting out of the book to beat the voracious trespasser for her transgressions with a frying beam of raw magic.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” suggested Bug calmly, as she curved her back slightly with a sigh as she basked in the dominant situation. The mare slowly rubbing the curled-up silhouette of Moon’s corporal body within her as she cemented her ownership over the mare’s meat. the stuffed mare’s body reflecting the stiff shadow of the stowed equine as Moon suffered an out of body experience as the pain seemed to have distorted the spell causing her soul to jettison from her body leaving her physical form to its fizzing fate in Bug’s bowels. the unicorn not quite able to comprehend the situation, as it was so queer, so putting on a brave face she confronted her assailant.

“And why is that!?” spat back Moon Dancer, trying to be brave, as she had her back to a wall and needed to put up a stern front.

“Well because you will die, if you hadn’t noticed your heart fluttered to a stop a few seconds ago, nothing left in there now but dead meat, and well without a body your soul will be scattered to the cosmic winds the moment you poke your head out of this tired tome,” smiled Bug confident in her victory, as lacking a tether to the physical plane the moment Moon left the safe harbour of the book she would evaporate like boiling water. Bug tensing her core to the sound of a sharp snap as if to prove the point as she began to compound the carcass within her.

“My friends will come, I know some powerful……” started Moon as she changed her strategy in light of the new information, as she thought holistically about the situation.

“No, they won’t,” shut down Bug as she casually brushed off the disembodied mare’s pitiful attempt at a threat

“You’re not a social pony, I did my due diligence, by the time they come looking for you what’s left of your sedentary flank will be clogging your toilet,” explained Bug, as she called the unicorn’s bluff causing her to tuck her tail between her legs and retreat backwards as she knew it was true.

“No…” mumbled Moon, as denial wracked her conscious as she tried to reject empirical fact.

“Yes, now let me spell it out for you,” replied Bug as she picked up a pen and jotted down a dubious drawing of Moon’s fate. Bug putting an equal’s sign before drawing a bin full of fresh faeces with all the poise and grace a pony drawing with their mouth might afford.

“You're going to be a steaming stack of shit,” outlined Bug in a synopsis of her masterpiece as she held the tip of the writing implement close to Moon as if pondering something before, she jotted done one last thing.

“And then I’m going to use your little dream journal as toilet paper,” Bug concluded, her words though slurred by the wooden implement as sinister as ever. The words making Moon visibly squirm as she realized her fate was as fertilizer and a skid mark stained rag of paper used to wipe this arrogant bitch’s arsehole.

“No, I will make you pay fo….”

Crunch!!! Bug’s biology denying the gurning, as with a sudden shudder of her stomach she popped Moon’s head like a melon beneath and elephants’ foot. The sudden sound like thunder, as the mare’s enriched grey matter was reduced to little more than congealing calories, as the fatty organ was liquidated by nibbling enzymes.

“No you won’t, now sit tight and be quiet I have a big dinner to sleep off,” retorted Bug callously as she was done talking to her prattling prey and simply closed the book on this wining bitch. The covers slamming together with a yelp as Moon was left fuming in the dark seclusion of the sealed volume as Bug ended the conversation with the flick of her wrist, as she cast the book aside. The mare rolling her eyes at the muffled sounds of anguish emanating from the book as she let out a low yawn and waddled towards Moon’s bed to sleep off her snack well wrapped in her dinner’s duvet. The sleep coma creeping in strong, so no sooner had Bug’s messy mane hit the pillow was she snoring weakly as she processed her pony-sized parcel of protein…

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It was morning by the time Bug awoke from her slumber with her normal frizzy bed head. The earth pony satisfied that Moon Dancer had stewed long enough, both body and soul and it was time to let her out in a crackling coil. The mare reminded of the lesser mare’s presence immediately after opening her eyes as a firm weight was pushing on the dark side of her ponut with a familiar yearning for release that came only from a backed-up bowel.

Bug rising from the sheets with a brisk pace as she stooped down to retrieve the book discarded the afternoon prior, when something prompted her to stop. The earth pony seeing Moon Dancer’s discarded glasses, which sparked a sudden flash of inspiration as the earth pony with a smile put on a new style that clang tight around their former owner turned muffin top. The garment catching the heat of the active organ giving Bug a snug cosy feeling as she picked up the book and scurried to the bathroom to fully realize her corpulent cosplay.

“Guess who?” snickered Bug as she opened the book to reveal her dress up to her trapped victim, as the thought of what she was doing tickled the mare as she amused herself immensely. The mare wearing her meals outfit like some sort of captured enemy banner as even if the prescription blurred Bug’s vison it projected her complete assimilation of the unicorn loner. Bug peering through the distorting lenses as Moon looked out of her in shocked disgust, as she immediately noticed Bug’s paunchy belly as it was significantly reduced as the hulk of brainy meat had been proficiently processed.

“I am you,” continued Bug answering her own question, as the shut-in mare seemed to be unable to muster a meaningful reception to seeing sunlight again as she mumbled meekly to herself as a whole night of thinking of her fate seemed to have broken her resolve. Bug taking off the thick spectacles so that she could more easily see her prey’s reaction as she watched her pulped remains leave her body in a smooth mortal coil. The earth pony looking at the toilet, before tracing the bulging shape of her crap packed colon and deciding that Moon’s toilet would not be able to handle the mare sized shit its owner had been converted to. Bug instead eyeing the clothes hamper in the corner as it seemed of sufficient size to contain the dirty deposit brewing in Bug’s straining bowels.

“Well time to let you out,” chided Bug, trying to goad a reaction out of Moon, but the mare gave nothing more than simply rocking back and forth lightly seemingly in shell shock at the festering prospect of her new lot in life. Bug just letting out a disappointed sound before she raised her tail and let the fudge flow from her posterior with a low grunt. The mare tilting the book slightly so she was sure that Moon Dancer could have a good view of her grand exit from Bug’s winding intestinal piping, but the unicorn seemed more content to stare blankly as she watched her chance at escape ooze from her captor’s anus to the trumpeting of sporadic farts.

The soft serve coming out like toothpaste, as Bug’s guts had done a number on the slushed stew that had been Moon Dancer’s masticated meatloaf of a body. There were no textures, no hair, no bone flakes just a creamy brown that came out at a gradual pace as a single long snake of mare turned steamy sausage. The taffy-like texture greasy and smooth as the loaves of former mare curled out like silly string, only pausing for the periodic pinch to allow the log to slot neatly into the impromptu latrine.

The oily batter squirting out smooth, as congested turds came out with vigorous speed to a symphony of strained squelches as Bug expelled her chocolaty cargo. The radiating dung heap rapidly growing as each length bled into one as they thumped out of the pulsing ponut that was winking to the metronome of Bug’s giddy heart. The earth pony biting her lip as she heard the light crackle of the bowel butter as it expanded as it escaped the oppressive atmosphere of the lower intestinal tract. The simmering of strands of phlegm snipping like soppy silken threads filling the air, as Bug began to mock her book bound dupe.

“You make a decent shit,” beamed Bug, as a layer of sweat began to glisten on her face from the exertion of evicting the butt brownie bunging her back hole. Her anus yawning into a sensual scream as she felt the manure scraping through her blooming bowels before falling away before with a soft splat as, yet another poop foal was birthed into the cooling compost heap behind her plump plot. Bug moaning as she felt another anal loaf slowly slithering into position to crown, before she winced as she felt something more turgid solid snaking around the bend as a knobbly mass began to rub the intestinal rubber raw as it birthed into the perspiration perfume laced air.

Bug’s arsehole roaring as the sphincter strained into a trembling gape, as Bug manipulated her pelvic floor to feel the shape of whatever indigestible she was birthing. Bug scowling slightly as she strained, before she realized what was clogging her colon as with a rumbling poot she punted the obstruction-free, as the toffee stained pamper shot from her backside like a grotty crap comet.

“Dirty girl, I had almost forgotten about that rustling wrapper,” gasped Bug as she felt her anus ease slightly closed before the next lump of dung hit the tender sphincter as it was dumped out in a steady discharge. The discarded diaper the only firm thing in the muddy paste Moon Dancer had been metabolized into, as the nappy’s owner had simply melted out of it leaving the moisture swollen material in a bound bundle of soiled off-white cloth.

Bug continuing to maintain the tension in her entrails, as the flow continued now the little hold up had been forced from her severely dilated pooper. The friction of the flow forcing her anus to protrude as if her rectum was threatening to prolapse as the mare pleasurably passed the hefty load that digesting a full-grown mare might yield. Bug’s belly slowly deflating as her packed pipes drained of their mulched mix, as the clothes hamper overflowed with the necrotizing muck now flooding the enclosed space with its gag-inducing cologne, as the pile of horse apples added their foul fragrance to the mouldering eau de toilette. The draining deluge leaving the mare red faced as the tight-fitting turtleneck clung followed the curves of her body as she deflated like a punctured tire.

Soon Bug’s chest was back its normal portly trim, as Bug jettisoned her bilge as soon she was stooping belly to the ground, as she wriggled the last shitlets free from her arse. The mare’s ravaged rear relaxing as her back door dogged itself, as with a low satisfied sigh she concluded her strenuous shit. Bug taking a long breath as she huffed the gastric gas hanging like as rank fog in the air, as she reached out a hoof to claim her high-end toilet paper.

“Time to paint you brown,” murmured Bug in a low sultry cadence, before she began ripping the page Moon Dancer occupied menacingly slowly. The paper crumpling under Bug’s frog as she began to tear the sheet with a steady twist of the wrist. The sudden motion spurring Moon Dancer to yelp and flee like a flushed grouse, as she ran across the spine in a startled gallop to escape her fate as four-ply. The sound like a whining shriek as with a yank Bug tore away what was sure to be the first of many pages as she began to clean her crack of any lingering residue as Moon curled up as for the time being she seemed to have saved herself being used as bog roll. Bug smiling as she scrubbed the chasm before she reached for another sheet, the earth pony giving one last jab as she let her captive know this was just the start of her toilet torment.

“You made a big mess, I am sure I will need a few more sheets,” she said before with a gradual movement she reached for another sheet to grind betwixt her giant glutes.……


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It seems Bug found an antisocial snack, and had all the time in the world to torment the book horse.

A fun disposal gift that I wrote a substantial lemon for from  Naarkerotics who commissioned this image from  Coillte

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