“Bug was right, the customer service has gone downhill, did you hear how rude that perfume jockey was when I showed no interest in making her a sale,” remarked Essex, as she remarked the undue treatment she had received from a snobby member of staff. The Pegasus only politely declining the Earth pony’s attempts to sell her subpar scents, resulting in some impolite things being said by the stuck-up mare Essex had somehow snubbed simply by being uninterested in her newest line of fragrances.

“Well, that snivelling slut soon changed her tune once I started fucking her up your ponut like a sobbing strap-on,” replied Naark, as he nostalgically ruminated on the rough rutting with a satisfied smile. The sated stallion just glad that the nice store manager had been kind enough to compensate them for their trouble, as he valued the wealthy twin's patronage way more than the egregious attitude of one snarky employee. From there it was just the act of pushing snout to sphincter and a few shunting shoves to send the clenching cunt on her way to being just a squirming swell in his sister’s stomach. The cosy colon claiming the mewling mare without issue, as this was far from the first time Essex had indulged in a squealing suppository, allowing Naark to focus his attention to the tight pussy he was ploughing.

The stallion hilting deep into the tensing twat, allowing him to savour every frightened fidget from squeezing snatch. The vexed twitching from the violated vagina soon milking a salty spurt out of his stiff shlong, as he had no fear of finishing inside, seeing as the uptight bitch was going to be his sister's dump by the end of the day. Naark letting out a lustful grunt as he spilt his load, before with a stern nudge he allowed his sister to finish off her cream-filled meal of pretentious chevaline with a chugging cacophony of clenches. The mare making it look easy as she proficiently threaded her trembling treat through her pinching pucker, and before long nothing remained of her backdoor banquet other than a bulge in her belly.

Of course, that pony-shaped protrusion didn’t stay there for long, and in a matter of hours Essex’s merciless metabolism began to round out the large lump of lunchmeat, her gut had been graciously gifted. Features swiftly losing definition as the siblings shopped, and by the time they were ready to check out little remained only a turgid muffin top remained of the ingested equine. The condensed contents of her colon beginning to press against her arsehole with a mounting urgency, causing her to tap her pudgy tummy as she let her brother know it was time for her rectum to release its processed passenger.

The debaucherous duo excusing themselves to a backroom, and with a soft effeminate groan, Essex began to excrete what remained of her well-digested dinner. The brown birthing starting with a gentle crackle, as the crap crowned from Essex’s yawning anus without the pony even really needing to push. Naark watching the dense dung ooze out of the orifice with a perverse pleasure, as he took in the scatty slop seeping out of his twin’s winking tail star. The sight of his sister mulching another mare into manure never failed to get him hard, as her dominant digestive system dealt with the mare no differently than any other meal. The spectating stallion using his hooves to help spread his sister’s buttery buns, allowing him an unrestricted view of an entire equine making her exit as little more than a steady stream of steaming soil.

The fresh fertilizer curling out in a uniform fashion, allowing Naark to rest his rump on the small of his sister’s back, as it became clear she wasn’t going to have to strain during this smooth shit. In this position his aroused cock came to a snug berth betwixt her bubbly buns, allowing every little motion of the heavy bowel movement to tremble up his shaft like a salacious shiver. The stimulation spurring the stallion to begin to slowly gyrate his hips, as he took the time to appreciate the new layer of jubbly chub now cladding Essex’s doughy cheeks.

The ample additions of accentuating adipose that had come from her filling feast feeling great against his erogenous extremity. The peachy warmth tingling pleasantly, as he ground his groin against the voluptuous groove with a raunchy rhythm. Each wriggle stoking his sex, as he exploited the carnal caress of the curvaceous cleft to let out some of his pent-up energy. The emotional release boiling within his loins, as he edged himself to the point where even a light breeze would be enough to send him over the edge to an ejaculate-induced euphoria. This all part of the panting pony’s plan, as by the time Essex was pinching off the tail end of the last turd, he was more than ready to add a final fertile glazing to the mountain of mud his sister had made. The synchronised spurts of seed shooting forth in phlegmy ropes, as the stallion spent himself with a passionate pump and halcyon nicker.

The endeavour exhausting the equine, who looked on at the cooling mess they had made with a deviant sense of pride. The duo having already long since forgotten who “Ever Essence” even was, as at this point that metabolized mare was little more than fat on Essex’s flanks and a sizable coil of crap basted in her brother’s coital cream. The snooty pony relegated to just another disgusting discharge of dung, which now matched the value of the unpleasant earth pony’s unwanted opinions. The heap of horse apples no longer worthy of any further attention, as the tired twins were more interested in what drive-through they were going to hit on the way home, than anything the long languishing on the floor might muster…………….

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Essex and her brother had not expected a rude encounter with a member of staff when they decided to pay a visit to an exclusively prestigious department store. The mare seemed to take offence when Essex politely declined an interest in the new line of perfume the snobby employee was trying to shift, resulting in some unsavoury words being muttered by uptight earth pony. Thankfully the shop manager was more than happy to compensate the pair of pegasus for their trouble with a mare-sized meal, much to the chagrin of the snooty perfumer, who had just been relegated to lunchmeat, with only a severance package in the sewers to look forward to in her near future...

A lemon done for Gizmo, who wanted a story to go with a piece to go with one of the many pieces he has commissioned from  Coillte. This one features his twin ocs, Naarkerotics and Naarkessex. I apologize that it took me a little while to get to it, but hopefully he enjoys the lewd lemon and it was worth the wait :)

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