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“Hmm….. you feel that? It seems what’s left of your friend is just about done baking in my bowels,” purred Stern with a calmly commanding coo. The hen felt a familiar pressure pressing against her puckered tailhole, letting her know the reconstituted remnants of her Stable-fresh supper was about done brewing, and was now impatiently waiting to be let out. The full formel smugly pressing her much-reduced muffin top down on the stallion beneath her, so that she could properly feel what little of his liquidated lover was still sloshing in her stomach. Very little of the molten mare meat mush still marinating in her misshapen midriff, as the gurgling gut had long since processed the pinned pony’s presumed girlfriend down into a chunky gravy.

The sizable swelling her Littlepip lunch had made already greatly diminished as digestion had run its course, leaving only a pudgy bulge in her belly no bigger than a basketball. A languishing lump that even now was slowly shrinking, as the last of the now slushy stable mare was absorbed into the body of her better. Her mulched and metabolized meals short stay stewing in her stomach already coming to an end, as what remained of the sluiced slurry of fluid female flesh had mostly condensed in her colon at this point, just like any other filling indulgence of chevaline the wasteland generously gifted her. The feistily fidgeting unicorn agreeably breaking down to her nutritious base components once the caustic gastric chamber started to churn, and before long the pony was just a protein-rich puree pushing through the griffoness’s plumbing.

Stern savouring the way the scared stallion beneath her bloated barrel squirmed, as she relished flaunting the softening simulacrum melting in her middle to her unwilling audience.
Even now she could feel the niggling deadweight of a dense pellet protruding her crop, and though she would have to pass the greasy grey bolus of fur in time, for now though she just found it something firm to press against her bleating prisoner's worming groin. The hen basking in the invasive intimacy, as she lounged upon the blue Pegasus, playfully toying with his reluctant if receptive loins. The meek male long since giving up on his token attempts to escape, as now with the hen’s diaper-clad posterior pressing against his face, he was thoroughly pinned to the ground, unable to do much more than weakly wriggle.

His writhing protests pathetic, as apart from a few mewling yelps he had done little to stop her talons tensing around his cock, as she tenderly teased the erogenous rod of masculine virility into an unwilling arousal. He hadn’t responded to her comment on the condition of the person she had consumed though, but she had felt his cock twitch in response to the blasé sentence. He might not have enjoyed witnessing a unicorn being unmade, but deep down some part of his primal biology was unable to resist reciprocating her aggressive advances against his most private places. His testicles needily tensing with every little touch, as he had seen his supposedly strong companion converted to chyme in the space of only a few unbearably long hours.

“Awe, what’s the matter, don’t you want to see me shit out your friend,” chided Stern, as she felt her trapped pet fruitlessly trying to shrink away from her. Her claws just pressing down against his tensing thigh before he began to contemplate bucking, as he seemed to have the sense to realize any struggle would be pointless. The griffon’s strength silently reminding him that Littlepip had been a fighter, but that hadn’t stopped her last breath being a bitter belch. The spunky mare having a mouth on her, but that had done little to stop her inevitable ingestion, and her waving hind hooves along with the rest of her had slipped between Stern’s beak and disappeared down the back of the throat with only a few strong swallows.

The gentle groaning emanating from her engorged large intestine snapping the hen out of these musings though, as the loitering waste resting in her rectum was a more pressing issue than ruminating on the faecal fate of her equine food. Stern letting out a straining sigh, as she clenched her core, and with an easing squeeze, she released the moist mass pressing against the dark side of her anus with a phlegmy crackle. The foul flow of muddy manure streaming out of the spreading sphincter in a steaming spoil of soily scat, as Stern added a fresh stench to the stallion’s powerless predicament. The griffon’s nappy crinkling as she just pushed down against the male’s flaring muzzle so that he could fully experience the equine she was excreting.

The coil of creamy chocolate clay curling out relatively quickly, as the smooth-serve shit snake slithered out of her agape arsehole with a soggy squish. The padded lining of the pamper cradling the septic sausage as it departed, allowing Stern to push out the mucky length of fresh fertilizer without much issue. The uniform composure of the girthy guano meaning she had to periodically pinch off the train of turds with a nibbling wink from her blinking browneye. The smaller stallion soon buried beneath the ballooning pull-ups, as the repugnant rectal residue of a heavy bowel movement began to unfurl against his shivering snout. The sight and sensation akin to a disgusting earthy mushroom growing uncomfortably close to his face, as he felt the turgid bump in Stern’s belly transfer to the grotty garment that was soon practically smothering him with the musty odour of ordure. Dummy just taking the domination as it came though, as in his submissive state he knew he should have hated being degraded like this, but instead, he took a perverse enjoyment in it. The subjugated stallion just hoping that if he kept the hen happy, he would not be the next one to take the tanning tour of her now vacant digestive tract….

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After enjoying a Littlepip lunch, Stern decides to torment her mare meal's stallion companion...


A lemon done for one of my patreons Gizmo, who wanted a story to go with an image they commissioned from secret desires(https://www.furaffinity.net/user/secretdesires/ ).This one featuring Dummy getting dominatred by Stern.

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