Growing Lillies [Disposal]
Growing Lillies [Disposal]
Growing Lillies
Written by Septia
”Ah, yes of course, Prince Blueblood plus one. Are there any preferences you wish me to forward to the kitchen?” Before the noble stallion had a chance of responding to the steward, he felt a plump hoof laid around his neck.
”Large portions, it has come to my attention that Vlad has a preference for the prodigious of servings.” The matching chalk lips on the prince's accompanying mare curled into a delighted smirk to the Prince's restrained fluster.
”Must you embarrass me, Arcana?” Blueblood asked as they entered the hall hosting the Holder's Banquet, ”isn't it enough that I brought you to this event?” Her chubby hoof clutched a tighter hold of him.
”I said not but the truth, it is the reason you ditched that stuck up prissy you were with before me,” Arcana said and swayed her curved posterior as they walked, ”not enough to sate your appetite~.” As high class folk began to surround them in the midst of socializing before the banquet, Arcana leaned up to whisper in his ear. ”Her bun's weren't big enough for your sausage.” Arcana bounced her chubby rump as the stallion shuddered at her words, knowing he couldn't dispute her. Blueblood leaned his head down and whispered back.
”There are enough investors here for someone to listen to you, but we are going three rounds tonight to make up for this.” Arcana smirked.
”No less than four.” The hairs of Blueblood's coat raised as he went in for a deep smooch with his hefty marefriend.
”That is the mare I love.”
~ 1 ~
When none other than Modest Bit Bag hosts a banquet everypony can be assured that all who attend have their pockets loaded. Yet, Arcana discovered that holding down a single one of them for a conversation was a difficult task. She barely got enough time to present her projects which were in such desperate need of funding. After several tries she reigned to staying along the side to see if she could pick out any potential investors. -Wnnee- the creak of a door next to her opened slightly to reveal the dark room. ”Is miss a scientist?” came a fair yet stodgy feminine voice. Arcana glanced up.
”Only the most innovative mare in this room, who is sadly a bit light on funds.” A faint scoff before a mumbled response.
”The only context you can be considered light.” Before Arcana could respond the door creaked up wider. ”Do share your idea's, I could certainly accommodate you, and your ideas.” Arcana wasn't going to miss the best change of her evening and trotted inside.
The door clicked behind her, the room still shrouded in shadows. What looked to be a huge pile of pale laundry the only thing bright enough to make out. ”Not to worry, I will only need a couple of minutes. You won't regret it.” From the shadows came a calm chuckle, followed by a mushy sound of a strawberry confection being stuffed into a maw.
”Mm, If you even last that long.” The white pile suddenly moved. The white suddenly felt a substantial weight crash into her muzzle and forcing her own flanks back against the door. Her head encapsuled between two slabs of tepid doughy flesh, putting substantial pressure on her body. The surprised made Arcana gasp. -Pruurrltf- the sickly stench of spoiled produce and rancid cream wafted over her face and trailed down her lungs. ”To think what a few dozen kilograms can do with the digestive tract, lucky for you I give free tours to fat skanks...” Arcana, still coughing and spitting at the foul stench soon felt the compacting cheeks force down on her further, screaming out a moment before her muzzle plunged through the obese ring of flesh.
Arcana's seaweed hair shortly laid damp on her head from the humid state of the tunnel. With each breath her nostrils were greeted with soggy foul air, enough to make her face even greener than previously. She felt the full flabs of the flesh grasping around her neck stretching wider around her shoulders and coerce her thick front hooves to bend while the warm meat entrance encompassed more of her body. It handled the unicorn's chubby frame with ease, the tubby gut easily sliding into the warm depths, fluctuating walls of moist flesh closing in on Arcana's coat like an enforced skin suit. ”What is the matter of this! Stop and let me out this instance..” Arcana screamed first with passion, but hearing the shaking -Gloruurl- of the body around her and experiencing the smooth meat tugging in her precious plump flank, swallowing it like a snack. The blue mark of an open book on her flanks sealed within this uncomfortable abyss.
”Nnng.. almost got your thieving behind...” the mare panted to herself as she lowered her bulky behind towards the ground, the flailing back hooves and wiggling tail gently being pressured past the edges of her derriere. Soon she was sitting on the floor, panting exhaustedly to herself in the darkness. She ground her magnificently thick flank back and forth on the polished floor, moaning sweetly to herself while her pucker slurped up the edges of Arcana's hooves and sealed the mare inside the prison of her body. Her soft moans accompanied by the faint mumble of conversation and music on the other side of the door, as she cradled and caressed the overflowing fat bulges of her corpulent tummy. Covered by a wide wrap of pure bulk wiggled the body of the chubby mare. A decrepit smirk curled up on the faint lilac lips of the mare, watching her alabaster gullet wobble and bounce weakly with her catch. ”You said a couple of minutes, isn't that right thieving skank?” -Prruuuooth- She let the foul blast putter out freely. The unicorn shuddered with pleasure when she felt the disgusted vibrations of the mare inside her. ”I would say you ten at most.”
~ 2 ~
”Why did you leave that mare, Vladimir?” Blueblood was chatting with Bit Bag himself, well, listened mostly, yet wasn't very enthused. ”She was a trophy for any stallion, I was surprised when I heard you let her go.” Blueblood rolled his eyes and sipped some wine.
”Sometimes, there are more important factors than just prestige.” The prince walked off for a bit of fresh air, walking out of the banquet for a short mind clearing stroll down the establishment's halls. He did regret it sometimes. Yet, the prince only needed a moments thought of the pleasure he felt plowing Acrana's rear to be reminded of why he left that spinky mare behind.
”Oh hey, mister Prince?” Blueblood was pulled back to reality, noticing a nearby door opened with an alluring sight in the darkness. A pair of cheeks resembling heavy flour bags, each bouncing pleasantly with smooth, enticing weight. The flour white cheeks held up by one hoof each, slowly bouncing the doughy buns. The stallion drooled, thought of burying himself in the luscious fat of that mare rump. ”Won't your royal highness honor my body with his touch?” Blueblood was already on his way inside.
”Ten minutes, and do not tell anyo-.” As he stepped in the two ton rump slammed into his body, knocking his head against the wall. His body slumping down onto the ground.
”Such a coincidence, I need just about ten minutes to prepare...”
~ 3 ~
The prince stared at the blurry ceiling with tired eyes. Outside of two table lamps illuminating his restrained body on the bed, the room was shrouded in dusk. A faint slosh of dense liquids came from the darkness as a huge figure moved up towards him. Blueblood stared in surprise as his eyes adjusted to the brightness. ”F-Fleur dis lee?”
The enormous bulk of mare flab stepped into the light, looking like a mirror image of the slender frame she had been famous for. The thick pudgy hooves framing the orb of flab she dragged along the floor.
”So you do recognize me? Then tell me,” Fleur spoke as she introduced the prince to her nearly square lard packed rump hanging down over expansive hips, -Frooourrpllfth- the cheeks wobbled and smacked lightly against each other at the release of the thick flatulence wind, dousing the stallion' in decrepit stench, ”am I sufficiently 'bulky' for you yet?.” The unicorn shuddered to herself, feeling a small rush of satisfaction just hearing him gag on her odor. Slowly heaving herself up onto the bed. ”Nng, ever since you left me, those words you spoke rang in my mind, I have been binging every day...” Well up on the bed, her wobbling sloshing stomach smushed down over Vladimire's barrel. He coughed in disgust and stared up at her.
”One break up and you go nuts and lose all restraints?” Vibrations from his heavy breath making her belly shake. ”But, look at me now. Isn't this enough mare to satisfy you?” She shoved her gut down to squish his tummy tightly, his gasps for breath a sweet melody. The pale mare roughly grinded down her mountain of flab over the stallion, giving him a first hoof feeling of the grandeur she had accumulated in just a few months. Fleur lifted up her belly gently, watching Blueblood gasp for air as she turned and laid her encompassing rump chub up just before his head.
-Srprulfffth- An all but gracious blast trumpeted out from the crack in between the distended Lillies on her cheeks, a much heavier smell of meat and boiling mulch sputtering out over him. Blueblood grimached during his sickly coughs ”In Tartarus name, that stench... How -Bleeuph- Dare you, bad history or not I am still a prince.” Fleur moaned with great satisfaction, reaching to knead her cheeks right in front of her former lover.
”A prince which turned me into such a ravenous glutton, do you think this corpulence was simply confections? Let's see if you can make it out.” She could feel a faint scared shake of his head before her cheeks dropped and smothered up his pompous head. ”Mnn yes, Get deep up my crack.” -Frruulrrff- The point blank blast was enough to send repulsive defiant shivers through his body, and pleased quivers through her own. ”Ooo, I can smell the abundant odor of slut from up here.. aren't you glad to to sniff up your little whore?” She pleasantly squished and swayed herself down to pressure the compact fat over blueblood gasping and coughing face. ”Such a connoisseur of chunky mares should appreciate this bulk, I know that you love my new body, so why shouldn't you adore when that bitch Arcana melts down into a could couple of pounds adding to. My. Thick. Rear.” She bounced down on his head heavily at the last few words, letting go to feel her immense weight suppress his pitiful grunts.
Slowly she leaned forward, glancing back to the compressed face and oily golden lock, seemingly absorbing some of her butt grease. The stallion harking and wheezing at the moment of fresh air. ”Is that how you react when I provide the heaviest, most perfect rump in the world to you?” Her hoof softly sank into the tepid fat when she held it aside for a bubbling -Frpprprlth- to wash out its pungency on him. ”You should be kissing my ass in gratitude, or,” she let her belly fall down over his torso, a loosing breathed scream seeping out of the prince's mouth when taking her whole body at such a sudden impact, ”you will wish that you had...” After a few weak foul breath a shaky voice was heard underneath her.
”C-crazy bitch, you.. pay for this..” With this she felt a smirk holding up her doughy chins, the jerk's head slithering up between her cheeks and reaching up to reluctantly smooch her chunky doughnut.
”Ooh yes, just like we used to do. Get your tongue working and show me how much you love it.” Fleur gyrated her heavy hips over his body while blueblood whimperingly suckled and lapped his wet tongue over the reeking source of the mare's odor.
Delicate moans left the mare's thick lips, a hoof caressing and groping her stomach which now gave no resistance. Sloshing inside was nothing but a heap of fatty mare paste. Blueblood's tongue sending shivers through her body, having it trembling with fear only gave an increased content delight. Fleur tried to reach down past her doughy gullet, yet found her hooves couldn't quite reach. The excited mare leaning her body forwards slightly, grinding her dripping marehood to blueblood's chest and neck, slathering them up with her liquid arousal. Once feeling his weak gasps of breath she simply raised up her pink tail. -Bruufffth- the dry bubbling flatulence flowing straight onto his tired and air desperate lungs. His body clogged up with the appauling gas and his frame weekened by her weight, the stallion looked quite feeble. ”Do you want an apology,” he wheezed out, ”money or favours? All you'll get after this is a long trip far away fro-mmouhf.” She silenced him with her thick rear
”What I want is your face in my ass.. If you dare to stop I'll crush you with the ass you cherish so much..” she whispered out between excited pants, grinding the fat honeypot harder against the powerless stallion. Fleur cooed and hugged her belly fat tightly to herself, swaying back and forth between smothering his whole head with her buns or grinding herself against his weak body. The tingle of pleasure she hadn't felt in months was overwhelming her, keeping Blueblood imprisoned between her cheeks while she used his front as a sex toy. Muted gasps of pain from him only making her coat stand on end with excitement. The mare groaning out jovially and crammed her moist marehood down fully to his chest. -Snrackh- Her orgasmic moan joined in tandem by the ass muffled cry of pain, as her orgasm cost the prince the use of at least three of his ribs.
Fleur panted heavily to herself, feeling new sweat drip along the little creases of fat on her body and join in with the already slick oil in her unkept pink mane. The mare moaned out again while grinding her folds on the drenched broken chest, her pleasure in rhythm with blueblood's agony. ”At the very least you can still provide me pleasure, I thought those days were over when I found out I wasn't Big enough for you.” She teasingly smashed down her belly on his chest at the word big, his feeble cry brining her a serene smile. -Sprruufth- her rear jets out a wet exhaust cloud over the prince's face, Fleur moaning while she dragged her lump of a gut over the stallion after coating his muzzle with colon fluids.
”S-stop... I will vouch for your mental instability in the trial if you s-stop now.” Blueblood coughed out, his voice raspy and frail from the pain in his ribs, and the prideful mane and royal complexion tainted. Fleur's eyes narrowed with her lips turning to a sour curve. Then, her expression turned serene.
”Perhaps I shouldn't be so harsh,” the mare spoke calmly which got the prince to raise his head, ”I could always give you what you desire.” With a tubby marshmallow hoof she caressed his crotch, reaching down to his firm stallionhood. Fleur gave a soft bounce of her elephantine buttocks. ”If you can handle me that is. Every. Single. Kilo...” each word accompanied by a flick of his shaft, which grew rigid despite the stallions protests.
~ 4 ~
Fleurs balanced herself on her back hooves above Blueblood's pride. Her hind legs were wide as tree trunks and still her monstrous behind hanged down like fresh glob of taffy. Her bean bag chair gullet dangling from her torso, so heavy and densely wobbling from the massive load of mare pulp. Fleur snickered contently as she noticed Blueblood flimsily shaking his head. ”Y-you got me, f-fifthy thousand bits and w-whee can put this behind us r-right?” When she just kept swaying herself down and up over him, his perspiration dripped faster. ”S-ixthy thousand?” The stallion pleaded. Fleuer slapped her gut and snickered.
”Not to worry, I managed to stuff in that petty fat flank, I am sure you will still fit.” With the stallion's member erect from fear and excitement, Fleur let her exorbant cheeks slam down onto his crotch. A metallic -Bjoing- rang out as a spring inside snapped under pressure, the others creaking on the edge of collapse. The thick meat slab nestled in firmly between them, and just barely reaching up to prod her pucker, yet the impact left him shouting with pain. Fleur cooed and smushed her rump down harder. ”I can barely feel it in there, has your pride shrunk since you left moi?” she smirked and strainingly lifted up her cheeks again, dropping the tremendous load down onto his pelvis, this time feeling the shaft pierce into her plush doughnut. ”You used to bounce me on this rod like I was a doll, doesn't all this lovely pudge make it so much better?” Fleur jounced herself onto him repeatedly, moaning out as she felt his shaft teasingly slipping in and out of her pucker each time her rear lobbed relentlessly onto his pelvis.
”For t-the laaaoouch ove o-of daylight s-stoaaahghn” Each agonized exclaim he let out giving such pleasure to encourage another bat of her solid hind. She knew that her sheer weight was too much for his body to handle much longer, driving her to keep going, laughing while he twitched and squirmed in pain.
”Ooh yes, All this chub is a massive improvement, don't you love your new ex's,” what started as a jovial taunt quickly shifted to a fierce shout, ”palatial posterior!” Her moans became filled with a beastial savadgery, howling out her twisted enjoyment with his blood curling screams. Ignoring his weak pleads as she lost herself to the grand satisfaction. Fleur gathered herself to leap up, slamming all of her weight down onto his crotch.
Jolts of joy coursed over Fleur's coat at the distinct -Crhhwrk- of Blueblood's pelvis shattering under the pressure of the combined weight of his two lovers. Each of her breaths a soothing coo whilst Vladimire was frozen, heaving out an anguished inhale. ”Mmn, you coudln't handle me.” She amused herself with pressing herself down on his crotch, feeling his limping shaft flopping between her cheeks while she left his hip bone pulverized. -Pfffoovrth- the warm gust of flatuence was nearly muted beneath her cheeks, a sloppy period to the usefullness of the once proud tool. ”Isn't it amusing to think that hot air was the closest your shaft will ever get to Arcane again? I certainly think it is.” Fleur stroke up her -Groourlbrl- stomach against his side, certainly a soothing gentlenss compared to her systematic fracture of his bones. Kneeling by his side she heaved up her gullet on his stomach, kneading down the plump fat over his body and hearing his fatigued harks. His vocal cords depleted on agonized whimpers. ”She makes a much better fit as a few more layers of fat on my gut, isn't the softest most attractive feature you have seen on any mare?” The tearing loss he was going through became mirrored in his eyes and tears, his irregular breaths pained whimpers. -Bruoaaarph- Fleur belched openly. ”The slut is finally doing some good with her life.”
A white tubby hoof rested in front of blueblood. Fleur laying back on the bed, wagglin the flat sole in front of his face. ”My hooves are in need of some cleaning after all this playing, I have been lacking on the hygeine since you left me,” Fleur casually jabbed her hoof against his muzzle, ”consider this a way you can potentially pay me back.”
~ 5 ~
Fleur let out a long, calm exhale. Blueblood's tongue was set to work again, this time gathering up the sweaty gunk and dirt stuck to her hooves. Dragging her salt musky pads over his tongue or leisurely smrearing out the mix of saliva and sweat on his forehead. She needed only to put a little bit of pressure down to get him licking and sucking diligently, whenever he dared to slack off. Having herself cleaned after a filling stuffing was a lovely sensation. His wet hoof rag tickling the solid chubby hooves with each lap, primarily from how much it shook at each disgusting lick. Fleur pushed her hoof against his lips to make him kiss the foul hoof, to adore her once more. Her body tingling with lustful satisfaction in his suffering. She batted his shaft with her hoof to examine the reaction, but the once impressive horse length just laid limp and sad. ”Monarch to slave, duke to peasant...” Fleur shoved the fat girth of her hoof into Blueblood's mouth, ”prince to hoofcleaner. It is actually pathetic to see you down there, to think that you once held my respect.” She left her hoof in until she noticed his cheeks shifting into the same blue as his proclaimed blood, then plopped it out to give him a moments breath. Yet, of course with her dripping, smelly pad looming overhead until his tongue resumed to slurp over the sweat sticky coat.
The task of cleaning her hooves felt sysophian for the beaten down prince. With each lap his tongue smudged the greasy sweat spots. Sticky perspiration rather gumming up to other strains of hair on her coat than his tongue. ”P-please... w-we h-had a good relationship for a while. H-have s-some m-mercy.” It was a complex task to form sentences when his pelvis structure was nearly non-existant. Yet, his word fell on ears deaf with content. A simply bump with the white hoof against him telling him to keep servicing her. What had once been one of his most sensitive organs now repetdly soiled with specs of dirt and musky grime. Now and again hearing a pleased noise from his captor, or a sickening -Glourh- from the slobby pile of mare. In this moment, he wished that his tongue really had been made of silver.
A casual flick of her left hoof sent drops of lukewarm drool over the former prince's face. Her hooves had started to feel clean again. Being cleanly was an aspect that hadn't been prevelant on Fleur's mind, this was rather refreshing. The unicorn rested her hindlegs squarely along Blueblood's chest, just the slightest pressure of her weight over his broken ribs resulted in jolts of fright and pain coursing through him, she felt truly empowered. ”Vlad, you did know me, if you have left a single spec of dirt I wouldn't be able to forgive you. Kiss them, like you once kissed me.” In the same moment as those royal lips puckered to plant a smooch on those nasty hooves, Fleur experienced a sense of superiority she never had prieviosuly. She had always been at his side, not just him but with everyone she knew. The confidence she felt each time his slick mouth pushed against her flat pads sweeter than the most grandious of confections. ”How would a prince like yourself live with the knowledge that they are nothing more but a lower class hoof fondler? It has to tear you apart inside.” She shoved her hooves in tighter against his shivering face, rubbing down on him while still putting a good amount of pressure on his chest. Sluggishly shifting them down to wipe over his well kept golden locks, dragging to clear off the prince's icky saliva. It took her three bounces to hoist herself into a sitting position once again. -Prruulbuth- the airy release silenced by the mattress. A gentle caress of her belly roused some addition fear in the stallion's eyes. ”Your wish came true, just look at all this wonderful chub in front of you,” she gave her gut a firm slap to feel it wobble and churn steadily, ”that is why you should be careful, since desires can spell one's demise.”
~ 6 ~
Fleur carefully hauled herself up and above Blueblood, the shadow of her belly eclipsing his head. She angled her marehood to stay just above him, tucked away under the hanging mound. ”Your mouth is stained in my musk. I would let it sit and ferment inside you, yet I'll give you an alternative.” She swayed from side to side gently. The springs of the mattress creaking with each soft sway of her bulk. ”It has been so long since you ate me out, and I have certainly gotten more meat on my bones since then.” Fleur took her time to savour the slow descent, he was broken beyond much struggle already. ”Mmmnaa..” she delicately cooed with her trunk hips framing his head, and his muzzle snuggled up firmly against her vulva. The frightened fast paced breath around her pussy filling her with new lust. Fleur clenched her thighs around his head, constraining it closer to her moist lower lips. She amused herself with the thought of tightening her hips just a bit more, feeling his cranium crack under the pressure of her bulk. It seemed the thought crossed his mind as well, when his breath turned to rapid pants. Beginning a rhythmic motion with hinds, she bounced his head slowly back and forth in her grasp. His wiggling muzzle nudged against her pussy as the pressure went from tight to near crushing. She wouldn't end him, he was still such a fun toy.
”Part your lips sweetie.” The mare smirked as she ground his head against her own lips. ”I have a fresh sample of premium wine for you to taste.” her grin only widened when she felt his nervous shudders. Her hips clasped around his head. ”Don't make me wait, the wine is made from a recent batch of particularly slutty grapes, and they are to be enjoyed promptly..” The pale mare kneaded and pushed on her soft warm gut while relaxing her pussy's muscles. The damp sensation of tears matted her hips.
”F-fleurs.. P-please.” A wet rumbling reached down above her toy stallion, his mouth reluctantly parted in time for the rich jet of pungent urine. Fleur sighed and cooed contently as she allowed the processed liquids remains of her meals to flow. Her golden stream splashing over the noble stallion's head and bouncing off his teeth to drench both her crotch and his precious appearance. At any point she felt him cough she only needed to clench his head in further, guiding the stream of steaming mare secretion precisely into his maw.
Fleur swayed with releasing endorphins dictating her movements, the finely aged wine matting his fur in large blots of damp liquid and trailing down his throat like on tap. ”Mmnngaa oh by the day and moon yes.. drink my piss you pathetic, trash, excuse of a stallion.” The mare humped her crotch further down onto his muzzle, clutching his maw right in front of the warm flood. ”Your days of princedom are long gone,” Fleur panted with baited breath, ”I am gonna fill your body like a common urinal, take you off your royal seat to make you my porcelain throne.” Each breath's inhaled got heavier and drenched in pleasure. Fleur leaning back with her hips clenching around his muzzle to force him into swallowing every single drop of broiling piss. The unicorn grinding and squishing her rear back onto his torso to the prince's cries of pain. ”I'll bring you even lower, I'll use your body for toiletpaper. How does your new life of wiping my ass sound? I think it suits your crappy personality.” -Sprruullthlf- A moist splatter simpered out with the sweetly nauseating exhaust. Clear slimy colon fluids dotted with the inner filth of her digestive tract brushing into his white coat while Blueeblood coughed and gargled on the bitter cascade. ”For all you have done, being crumpled up and tossed aside like a used tissue is too noble, you would be with your kind since you are already a sack of sentient garbage!” Her passion flowed while the steadily gushing urine filled his cheeks when he couldn't swallow it quick enough, urine flushed down both his throat and to his lungs to give the aching stallion horrid cough attacks. Fleur kept grinding her sweaty disgusting rear over his torso, the heavy cheeks as wheels grinding on dirt. Yet, slowly the mare calmed down. The hot liquid flow reduced to a light trickle down his maw. The mare leaned forwards again, lifting herself off the prince's weakly heaving torso. Her knees pressing down against the piss tarnished mattress. -Slhiitch- was the wet noise of her hips releasing Blueblood's head. Allowing the exhausted, soaked stallion a moment to take in a new breath and harkle up drops of urine. -Pfhlurrlthdd- Fleur's cheeks shook to the gust of intestinal wind, though this burst comparatively faint. Even with each breath a struggle to the tubby mare, the corners of her lips remained carved into a grin of depraved pleasure. ”To me, that sounds like a certain skank missing you...”
~ 7 ~
A peak between her hooves showed the churning, monumental abdomen. Yet, behind it Fleur could feel the horrified twitches and spassams of a broken mess who once called himself prince. The messy bristles of her pink tail dusting over her chunky rump , her belly visibly quivering to resemble a gelatin dessert in an earthquake. An apt word for the muddy earth moving inside her. ”We have established you hold less worth than a slave, a urinal and even used toilet paper..” -grourglp- her gullet rumbled so that her cheeks shook, Fleur holding back some soft grunts. ”Further down the ranks, what do we have?” -Frrrvth- a dry earthy scented gust slipped past her think crack. ”Dirt... But be sure that you will be underneath that as well shortly.” She rubbed and squished her left cheek. ”Dirt made from your favorite useless little slut.. Mmn, she is eager to throw herself over you already.” With another weak -Prrelth- squeezed out the bulky mare prepared herself to ease the pressure in her packed colon.
The nearly conical murky tip sneaked its way through Fleur's loose doughnut. The thinner knob slowly heaving through the slight opening between the wide hams with Fleur straining and grunting at the pressure. Her chunk rapidly expanded in girth along the column of dark gruel. Jutting out as a pole of filth before quickly slumping down to hang just outside of her buns. Firm segments of compacted dung began to split under its own weight, the thick loaf dropping onto Blueblood's body with a moist -Thouslh-. Fleur's pucker spread wider under the pressure from the hoof wide semi solid colon batter, a puttering -Srprruth- wafting out with the oncoming waste. The once pristine pearly cheeks unloaded a mess of finely processed, bark toned mud, hastily clumped together into a loaf with deep creases showcasing the individual lumps in the sludge. Long winding slabs of raw mare sewage slopping down to form a thick heavy mound on the stallion's barrel. Gradually the dark chocolate tangle of hefty chunks pressured his abdomen. Streaks of a seaweed green decorated the manure, with dull muck smeared strains hanging messily. Fleur panted with joy in her breath, such densely packed putrid putty teasing her rim nearly as much as Arcana had on her way in. ”Suits the rotten mare so much mnaaa, better. Don't you love your sex skank so much more as a few dozen kilos of fresh mulch?” Her heart beat so rapidly, the twitches and attempted trashes from the bound royal pleasing her while she dumped out increasingly sludgy loaves of dense fertilizer.
The steaming mountain raised higher with creamy slop exuding out from the beautifully curved rump. Firmer dung broke apart at the lack of constant pressure, steaming and melting together with the growing heaps of sloppy filth. Each part reeking strongly of processed meat and spoiled dairy. Hot steaming waste spread and overlapped itself, folds of manure folded and smeared over the stallion's body. Enclosed in the mire of mare grime laid long, harder protrusions of crushed and partially digested bones. Tears streaming down blueblood's cheeks as he saw the crumbled remains of Arcana all throughout the deep brown loaves and sludge heap. Yet what scared him more is when the pile continued to expand out over his body to submerged it in sludge as heavy as steel. ”I-I'll give y-you all I h-have I-it do-doeasn't have to e-end l-like this. F-fleur I still llov-monnfd.” A longer slag chunk fell onto his muzzle, silencing the former prince with bitter batch of gruel. Dunes of green hued gunk rolling down his chest, the weight bringing new pain and effort with each breath. Muggy slop coating and tightly hugging against his body like the most disgusting wet suit conceivable.
Fleur's breath was in her throat, groaning and panting with each kilo of dung hurling out onto the prince. Chunks of waste laid around her back hooves, the feeling too strong and enjoyable to bother caring. ”Mngaa, with all that lard she really melted like a slab of butter. I didn't imagine reuniting you heaps of crap could feel this invigorating!” Fleur shouted out jovially with her crack smeared in a healthy dose of malodorous intestinal cream with how much was squeezed past those doughy cheeks. Coiling rolls of manure sliding down along her little post Arcana mountain to encase the gasping, panicked stallion. Tucked away within layers upon layers of slop laid a broken cranium of a big boned mare. The light bone shoved down under the compacting weight of waste, Blueblood soon feeling the frail bone weakly shoved onto his broken pelvis. The sickening odor of flesh broken down by butyric acids spread and filled the room from the stinking mess. Tart odor filling up their nasal tracts, Blueblood's weeping while Fleur shed tears of enjoyment to the bitter stench.
Chunk by dotted, smeared chunk of uniform mush dropped on the heaping pile of filth. The mare panting slowly whilst Blueblood shook and twitched staring at the mound creeping towards his head like a massive snail. Fleur grunted softly, exerting a good amount of pressure to relieve herself. -Phroooobth- her posterior shook and quivered at the grand trombone blast of a fart. The airy gust sending specks of foul slop and a bundle of tangled a seaweed mane clumped together in a wet egg of muck. Which stuck between her cheeks for a few moments to gently droop down her crack. The tubby unicorn smiling beneath her heaving pants. ”I can't quite decide which of you is more repulsive.” She carefully prodded over her soft stomach, pinching a fat fold of her cheek. ”I feel quite slobby and disgusting myself, all this comfortable bulk just reminds me of you.” A regal grin spread over her lips as her horn was set aglow, soon the light encompassing her whole body. ”Since you like my chub so much, I will let you have it.”
-Shrooublg- her body wobbled and squished in on her softly, the softness over her body squishing together and simmering away. Her cheeks however starting to swell with something, while the lard of her body was melting away. Blueblood could barely see anything above the stinking heap. Yet, soon he heard a moist -Spullsh- which made the pile rumble and sludgy putty beginning to roll over his muzzle.
All through her body was a boiling sensation, yet if mellowed out with the pleasure from her rear depositing the enormous pale white load of creamy grease. The unicorn feeling how her chub slowly sank away into her intestines to be guided out of her flank as glistening fat waste. Fleur shuddering in satisfaction while her rear exuded the kilograms she had put on during the last several months. Her pucker spread and smoothened out lumpy protrusions along the fat mass of mucky lard. ”Have all of my fat, it's exactly as useless as you.” Fleur shouted while her voice slowly bumped up an octave. The greasy waste was enough to force down her load all across Blueblood's body, his face swallowed up by bark brown excrement. Fleur could only moan and shiver while her curved slimmed in and flushed her bulk out through her body. ”Every gram of my fat dung...” she nearly whimpered out with her frame slimming gradually.
~ 8 ~
-Fhiiuurrrf- The gust of exhaust was nearly dainty. A fragrance of sweetnes hidden behind the encompassing odor of the bedroom. Fleur's heart was racing. Fatigue holding a solid grasp on her body. For a few moments just breathing, the only other sound the fatigued flails of Blueblood's hooves. The gaps between attempted struggles grew ever longer. Around each of her hooves in the pile of muck were wider pits, imprinted from her much wider frame. Carefully, she lifted out one at a time from the holes in the colon phlegm. Compared to a moment ago, it felt like she was standing on toothpicks. Yet, light as a feather. Fleur levitated Blueblood's suit bust and scraped off the brown layers off her hooves. She carried the fermented smell still but a few baths would deal with the odor. Blueblood, would not have it that easy.
Fleur glanced back to the mound on the bed. From a distance the whole mountain resembled a chocolate pudding dessert, with a heaping of soggy melting cream on top. The coat she had used to get inside had become burly and cumbersome to wear, yet it would hide her frame perfectly. -Sluprhdug- she froze at the goopy thud, turning to see some grimy bum stew had slopped over the edge. Fleur left with a delighted smile. ”Au revoire, douchheap.”
~ 9 ~
-Sliurp- A pale mare sipped on her tea. She was seated in a pleasant little cafe in Trottingham, clad in a short decorated hat which hid away her mane. A slightly chubby stallion placed a thin slice of cheesecake and the morning paper at her table. ”Thank you, darling.” The mare said politely. The stallion nodded and gesturing to the paper.
”I would give page four a glance, miss Gem” The unicorn looked up briefly, yet the waiter was already off on other business.
”Horrific scandal at Holder's Banquet,” the mare read as she drank, ”Prince Vladimire, known primarily for his regal name blueblood, was discovered diseased by a malapropos mare, after what could only be a perverted session turned rotten.” She smiled, holding back a brief chuckle. ”Buried in fresh fecal matter, Bits Bag was shocked and appalled by having such an event take place in his premises. He says: 'I always knew that such debauchery does more harm than most think. Yet in the end can't judge a fellow noble to indulge in recreationa-. Chaahah.” Fleur laughed heartily and had to put down the paper. She took off her hat to let her clean pink mane flow in the wind, taking a bite of the confection bought with the prince's money. ”In the end, they did turn out to be the perfect couple.”
