“Muwhahaha,”

The wicked howl causing Cobalt to wince, as she had long since learned that that cruel chuckle meant that a fresh torrent of torment was coming her way. The malicious cackle like claws cascading over a chalkboard, prompting the Griffon to flinch, as she knew that the sadistic snicker would soon be followed by the sinister smile of the evil equine that had imprisoned her. The dull clank of her claustrophobic cell door just confirming this, as the villainous raider boss stroke into the confined space with an air of confident authority that only came from decimating a few settlements. Her cold yellow eyes glancing over her wretched plaything with a heinous gleam, as if considering fresh tortures to inflict on her powerless prisoner.

“I can see you have made good progress in processing your little friend, Cornelia….” Remarked the grey earth pony, as she inspected the fettered hen prostrate before her. The smug words making it clear to the nature of this unwelcome visit, as the slate equine ran her hoof over the now mostly flat belly over her cowering captive. The slate monster gleefully savouring the moment, as she took stock of the state of the opinionated hen currently pushing through plumbing of her pathetic pet. A stubborn slave of no use to the ruthless raider, so when the former Talon had proven troublesome to tame, it had been an easy choice to force-feed her to one of the overlord’s more profitable or agreeable assets.

The brutally efficient action highlighting the mare’s complete control of the situation down to the minutest of minutia, as without a second thought the snarling griffon was relegated to just calories in the belly of one of her fettered peers. Her name had been Gillian, but the moment her beak cleared the back of Cobalt’s throat she was just meat, as the flailing formel was threaded down the hen’s gagging gullet with a few stern shunts. Gillian hadn’t wanted to die, she had thrashed and fought, but in the end, she had digested all the same, as she eventually stilled bar the occasional sickly burp that returned the female’s flavour to Cobalt’s tongue like a bitter backwash. Her master congratulating her for the deed with a pleased smile, though her better had referred to her as Rose, as Mistress Bug seemed to give her a different pet name with each passing day. Daffodil, Marigold, Daisy, all floral puns, that her owner seemed to shift through on a whim, as the equine highlighted that the griffon was whatever she wanted her to be.

This immutable fact further highlighted by the restrictive bomb collar clasped around her neck, which was yet another sign of her complete subjugation into nothing more than effeminate chattel. Objectified to little more than a useful puppet, existing only to follow orders and please her perverted master in whatever way requested of her. Concubine, menial, servant, it didn’t matter as she now lived solely to appease her seemingly omnipotent overseer’s desires, and if that meant digesting her once comrades her only option was to do so diligently lest they the same steaming fate as scat, like the baked brown bowel-movement currently condensing in her colon. The well-tanned bird breaking down into a chunky slurry of Gillian’s base components, which had been sapped of any possible value on their trickling trip through Cobalt’s tubing, only to be reconstituted in her rectum as a thick turd of chocolatey clay.

Cobalt left with no choice but to let nature take its course, as even if the indentured pigeon protested at this point, she would be lying if a primal part of her predatory instinct had not been tickled by partaking in such a large portion of lively lunchmeat. A sense of shame swirling in her soul, though there was little she could do other than to shut her beak and follow orders, as any deviation could result in her taking a terminal trip down a tight throat. The hen preferring not to ooze down an oesophagus only to be unceremoniously dumped into a waiting stomach, but from what she had seen of the belligerent Bug, any orifice was of equal danger due to the slate snarfer’s seemingly endless hunger for female flesh be it chevaline, bovine, griffon or something more exquisitely exotic.

There was no escape, the hen just a toy to be teased and maltreated, as any semblance of rights and decency had been discarded when she had been converted from person to property. This hand commonly dealt in the wastes, though some still clang onto the semblance of civilisation, like the dense dung that had been her dinner now prodding against her pucker. The urge to disgorge her crappy contents a looming pressure on her back door that was gradually braying with an increased urgency, leaving the prickle of acid-pitted bones to prod the tender walls of her crammed colon. The mounting urge to void her bowels of what had once been a full-grown griffon poking against her anus, as in a moment of clarity she realized Bug had come to see the aftermath in her intestines crown. Bug’s muzzle coming to her ear, her hot breath whistling forth, as on queue the grinning glutton made her raunchy request….

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After being treated to a griffon-sized serving of female flesh, Cobalt is left to ruminate on her lot in life. The poor hen but a slave to a powerful raider boss named Bug-zapper, who takes every opportunity to terrorize the terrified turkey...

A lemon requested by Gizmo as part of my patreon. This month they wanted a lemon to go along with a piece of art they commissioned from Somber. This one featuring our shared oc Cobalt, who is currently being tormented by Bug after being treated to a meal of filling female flesh...

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