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[Disposal] Orchard Ad Applicants: Firm Fist
[Disposal] Orchard Ad Applicants: Hard Ass
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[Disposal] Orchard Ad Applicants: Firm Fist

Orchard Ad Applicants: Firm Fist
Part1

Written by Septia.

“Isn't this exciting? A starring role for the Orchard's new adds, come on, you gotta admit, there is a touch of stardom to it,” A pigeon gryphon proclaimed to the group they were walking with. The pony addressed in particular only coughed some. “It is decent pay, bit early in the morning though.”

“Decent? But I suppose you are right Belcot.”

“Decent,” a donkey called out, “you two read the contract, there were a lot of numbers in there, for just a day's work, this'll be a singe.”

The earth pony peered back at the Donkey. “Did you read any of the other words, Stichen?”

The donkey coughed scoffed. “Yeah I got through it, we'll be stars soon enough.”

At the front of the pack a deep blue Stallion snickered. “Oh certainly, if they can make you out in some bulge or protrusion.”

Belcot snickered.

Stichen blinked. “What' that?”

“Oh you'll see.” Morning mists said, opening the door ahead into the Orchards's front, to be greeted by a bevy of crewmembers mingling around the club grounds with cables and lights.

“Hey, we're-.”

“Ah the co-Stars,” A slender a saddle arabian mare called out. Verali, director, I'll be keeping an eye on you. We've got a lot scheduled for the day so for now, you,” he pointed at Stichen, “Come with the crew on the right, “and you twho,” he pointed to the Earth pony and gryphon,” join the steams over there.”

“Alright, easy enough, see you doubters later,” the donkey mused and headed off, first in line, as the other veered off to mingle and.

Morning mists coughed. “And what about-.”

“Verali, Verali,” A crewmate called.

“Hmm? Coming, coming, shoot', is about to start,” they said and stumbled away, wiping their brow with a napkin.

Morning Mist left stumped in the hall, peering off in different directions. “But… what about… me?” He wondered. When no one came to answer his question, the stallion shuffled along on his lightweight augments, blending in with the crowd escorting Stichen. Surely, it wouldn't be too long before someone took notice of him. Right?

~ 1 ~

-Ctthud- The door sealed shut behind the team, this bathroom was spacious and modern: an open stall fair with squat toilet in spacious booths. Jick bit his lips as he watched the crew around him fan out and set up at their stations.

“Excuse me…?” the donkey asked the director “This, isn't the shoot, right? I was under the impression this would be a… promiscuous shoot?”

“Oh it very much is,” Verali responded, “we're just keen on the Orchard's establishment being kept presentable, and this one's gonna get messy, easier to clear up tiling than full carpeting.”

“Huh?”

“That reminds me,” Verali said and clapped their hooves, “Splsshguards everypony.”

Jick took a step forwards, watching little shields of clear plastic mounted on equipment. “This is a joke, right?”

Finally, took you guys enough.” The Voice cut through the mood, Jick flipped to see his costar walk through the door: A gryphon; Upper half a gorgeous rube plumed avian, and the lo lower a striking yellow leopard, though the majority of their legs were covered up by Charcoal black laytex leggings. Had to admit, she was quite gorgeous.

“Hey there l-lovely,” he started, trying to reel in the situation, “how about you help me get the team to record us somewhere more prcomfortaaaahhgugh-.” Jick felt his vocal cords clamped taught by The gryphon's grasp, in the next instance his back slammed into the groun. The gryphon's lap slamming into his core to knock the breath out of his lungs.

“You wouldn't believe how bored I've gotten waiting, Imagining grinding someone inside out can only stave off boredom for so long.”

“Gu-hgu hguwa?” Jick wheezed with his eyes pupils shrinking, processing the ache tremors down his spine.

The gryphon shuffled back, winched his legs apart and caressed jabbed a claw between his spread cheeks with a claw to caress that wrinkled pit: “Moist, but tight, that's gonna need some work.” She stated before reeling back withdrawing her arm, clenching her digits tight, th… then thrusting.

-Chhttddlp- The fist smashed against the pucker, -Schrll- With little attempt to pierce it just pounded Jick backwards, a knuckle poking into this twitching pucker “Gyaa ghaha.” He shouted.

-Chhgrrrrssllfths- Then she twisted her wrist, back, -Chrlrpt- forth, and… -Thhwwrrplghgsglsh- rammed her foyer knuckles into the concaving pit -Shrllprthh- a squelch of fluids saturating past through the collapsing interspace of claw and brim, as her clenched clobber wedged inside the donkey's rear with the elegant knack of a lockpick. “Keep straining yourself and you'll bowel's puncture, we don't want that, do we?”

An assistant coughed to the side. “Ehm, Miss bead, the submissive was supposed to be diapered for this shot,” she said and held up a pale chalk diaper.

Verali held a hoof in front of them, pushing down the napkin. “Ap ap ap… this, Keep the camera's rolling,” they said to the staff then whispered to the assistant, “let Ruzzy do her thing.”

Ruzzy's elbowed her way into Jick's ass. -Chrhrlpfhth- -Chrrlpsth- Drawing back her arm came accompanied y w slobbering putter of the rippling pucker splattering its reserves of bowel lube all across her arm can chest.

“Snffff, tsk tsk.” She inhaled and clattered her beak as her wrist back up through the donkey's rectum, revolving her fist in his depth to watch the donkey's abdomen buckle under the bulge of her clasped fist. “You come on here with an ass like this? Just begging to be, you ever even taken a dump before? You are way too stale,” Ruzzy commented and swatted at Jick's stomach.

“Gyrga gask aasha oh skies and sea skies and seas what's going ooognnghh.” Jick shriked out in response, panting and squirming with his limbs pinned back against the ground by the sheer shock.

Ruzzy cozied up back between his thighs, cleaving them apart with her body to o make hi, pushing him into a split To ease access to the pounding pit. -Chsrllpth- -Chhrlrptsh- -shhgllrlrisch- The compression and extension of rapid movements down the bowels trembled out from the donkey's rear reprieve, his whole body shuffled back and forth as Ruzzy's arm plunged an pumped into the -Shcrrlctsh- She shoved deeper, clacking her beak together, shifting to leverage her bicep through the convulsing snag of an as, the billowing bulge of her arm creeping further up the pas the barrel and reaching the chest. “Come on now, Yo, you got nothing in there? Working my way through some muck but doesn't feel like he's been eating anything in, oooh…?” she asked and clutched a hold of something as she drew back, the bulge at his barrel expanding to a broad protrusion “Fmhghta ahaa, o-oh heck oh heck,” Jick panted out as Ruzzy kept rooting through his insides.

“Hey you see this, a Think it is a skull, so we do got ourselves a lil pred here,” she mused as she turned the drove, a faint indents of eyesockets visible against the tensed coat over the bulging abdomen. “Think that is a good angle for your lil' commercial? Something about everyone getting a chance at being taken care off?” She asked.

“Well-.” Verali stated.

“Eh doesn't matter, it is what you are gonna have to work with anyway.

She said and twitched her arm, weeding it to and tor, then -Shhrlrprhthatha- Drew it withdrew, in one sweep the bloat roiled backwards like it was steamrolled through his abdomen, swelling the clasping pucker of a moment before spreading wide around a paltarined ochre cranium in Ruzzy's clutches,

“Gyrnnaaargmg,” Jick heaved out with his stomach rattling in rapid breaths.

Ruzzy discarded the skull and. “Gonna have to give this one a bit more of a workout.” he mubled and strapped on a black chunk of laytex over her arm, buffering and padding out her am with a thumb of buffer: Jick squealed at the sighed, trying to pinch his legs closed by only met with her thighs spreading wide to keep in him place.

“Just one more should do, it,” she mused and flexed her claws in the covering sock. Then -Shhhvlrlptha- wedged it through with a grind of rubber through his mangling his pucker.

The polymer swelled out his brim further than further, a sledgehammer pounding laytex breaking through the worn barrier and pummeling him back. Through the ache and strain crawled through him like an army of spiders, the tension crept up through his dick, raising out of his its sh sheath, rising up towards the Griffons's face.

“Hmm, well I'm not go about to turn down an offer, hope you didn't want to keep this stiff,” she mused before clasping her beak shut and threading it through the tip of the dick. -Svhhrllsptsh- -Thhrslptah- the slim hummingbird beak shimmied through the slit, warping the dimensions of Jick's cock head to a cone around her beak.

“Mfmwm fmmghs, got it pretty salty in their huh?” she mumbled, muffled by the cock around her mouth, -Krhhrpsl- -Cspth- slurping sounds rippling through the oscillating cock as she pounding him harder. The gyphon locked the donkey in a vice grip of algedonic sounding, imposing herself through dick and ass, every twitch and shift of her flailing the donkey around like a puppet.

-Chsltpath- -Chrlprth- -Vhrrlprrttch- -Vlsllptch- The Squelches of polished beef rustled through the ass. Ruzzy pistoning through him as she savored the nectar of his dick, splaying him further and further. -Cllspth- -Grllrpsh- The pummeled bowels started to give, squelching as they friction loosened their bindings, Jick's eyes flicking wide open at the strain punishing his ass… until… -Chrlrltpths- -Chhrrlrortsh- A roiling clatter of compressed meat rustled through his flank.

“Ruzzy stopping and chuckling down the dick, vice muffled by the walls of his meat warping around distorting around her beak. “Aahhww heck yes we got it.”-Shtlltphghthat- she arched her beak out with a trail of pre cressing out from the tip, webbing her beak to his shaft. She gradually drews her arm out off of his neathers, -Chrlfph- -Shllsghtp- and then clutching wrapping a Adolf of his ass with her claw. “Oooh let me see it, come on butt boy…” She hummed out, and slowly eased her grasp. -Chrlrpgh- -Crrlpttch- A crackle of honey slathered steak shielded between her digits as she puled back, and through the trembling pucker warped a mass of red flesh following her grasp, -Sghbbglptghahs- sloughing out into her palm as a jellied prolapse, the rectum turning inside out to and playing through the canyon of a his flanks

Ruzzy holding and toying with the bushel of gelatinous crimson in her grasp, squeezing and rubbing the soaking colon fluids between her digits. -Chslrpsth- -Krrlptsh- pools of the viscous slop drippled through the ruffled surface out over the floor and trailed like dewdrops along her laytex gloves.

“Heeeelll yeah look at that beauty, I played your rectum like a damn accordion you cute bitch,” she squealed out and sloughed over Jick's frame, taking her bowel soaked arm and slathering his frame in the distinguished fluids, matting his coat in broad -Shgltpthsa- sweeps gumming the hairs of his fur together in glossy Swaths.

“Pfha mmgah,” he wheezed out, peering back at her, “I-sis it over+” he whimpered.

“Over Puff, tha's fnny, nah now that we got some lube we gotta gloss you up, if we're gonna cram you up my cunny.”

“Gh-. Ah-wha?” He whimpered, before a brush of her arm -Scpppltsh- plastered the pulped contents of his oven bowels across his face.

~ 2 ~

“Heh yeah now he could really use that diaper, keep it all in you know?” Ruzzy commented as the crew fitted the diaper to Jick's lower frame. -Chrlptht- -Clsptht- the padding clutching onto the wrist length tube of rectum and smothering it in the soft surface back to his crotch.

“I'm still in frame right?” She asked.

Verali nodded.

“Great. Mmgmph…” she huffed awhile rubbing at her snatch, squatting knelt abode the floor seated donkey. -Sllpsthah- -Vrrpplrlrhfhthp- a beam of yellow amber splattered overs mattered over his forehead, the tainted yellow mixing in the is bowel nectar and carving out fissured streams through this down his face. “Aawh yeah, just wanna Getty mm moist up and ready to melt into piss down my snatch, This is just a little preview, plus I wanna be authentic, gotta know how much piss you make huh?” she asked down to the stunned Donkey, starting listless with faint pants inhaling droplets of urine.

“Ok clear,” an assistant said and shuffled out of frame.

“Ah finally, you guys done?” Ruzzy asked as she shook and painted Jick in her streams of her urine. A 'clear' sing from Verali brought a smile to her face.

“Alright lil butt boy, muzzle up,” she instructed as she tilted his head back. Jick staring up at the gyphons's snatch. This close to it, even if the air reeked of pungent vinegar, was in intimate sight, the opening to her birth canal, almost inviting…

“Aww bless your snoot, think you are going up there, didn't I promise I'd belt you into piss?” she reiterated and shoved hi shoved his face towards the puerperal canal, the puffed up piss bud undulating against his muzzle. Ruzzy squatting down with her urethra inflating, the bud -Clslprrrth- crawling down the donkey's muzzle as she eased her way down.

Jick wheezed I, the drenched pit radiating heat of molten sulfur and pickled lemons.. He felt her thighs clench around him, and. The laytex legging we… wait… the texture, wit was not sleek or smooth but coarse and tough. He realised she wasn't wearing laytex, but… crocks, thigh-high crocks, and as her thighs clenched in the cheap rubber clung him in place, the sturdy polymer lodging him stuck Stiff as the he was throttled into her stinking pit above -Shflpwthth-

“Mfmgh mmghana, aah yeah,” The gryphon hummed out as her squat engulfed the seated donkey beneath her, thronging him through the pit that swallowed to enclose around his neck and swallow up his shoulders. The features of his muzzle warping into bbl umps over her spotspotted abdomen. “Mgmgn gmampgajh apahaa…” she moaned out, a corkscrew twist o her thighs and thighs -Csllphhtcht- screwing him up as her knees bent around him. “As a splatter of urine and slime cocktail fluttering out of the pit as he descended and lugged him up through hit no her gut. Cradling the bump of swengoringr blob of his features congesting in her abdomen as she close din to the floor.

“Amman h yeah that is better, just find your way yup there, guarantee it is more roomy than your asshole,” she huffed out and kneaded into the bumps of his knees as she wickled and gyrated her hips down towards his ass on the ground, “and you call yourself a pred huh? Getting nice and intimate with my bladder will melt you up good,” she mused, -Shthcllch- -Clsgthh-. Her pussy shuffling over the padded hind, framing him in her snatch as she schooled back. Crocks planted at her cheeks to spread herself open as the last trace of the donkey's padded ass -Shrlrphthta- sealed away in her snatch and tucked into the broad bulge on her belly -Cbhghl- -Bwbgmggnsa- Her gut rippling and twitching about as sJick got settled, two Crocks covered palms already working him down and plying into the soft spotted fur.

“And you aren't coming out until you coat matches mine~.” She mused and played through the citrine yellowed fur, giving the side of the gut a good -Cwwwttch smack that sen a wave of bulges and lumps ricocheting in her depths.

“And cut.”

~ 3 ~

“Oouurgh… oOh Geeze you better start rolling if you want anything, this bitch's congesting me hard,” Ruzz wheezed out as he slapped her palms to the sides of the stall, gyrating and flicking her hips too and fro. A broad bulge was trickling it's way town her abdomen, throbbing and swelling as it the bit crept beneath her coat. Her thighs spread wide with her pussy rattling, urethra twitching as streams of gilded amber speckling the floor latrine in the rich phlegm. “Everything alright?”

“Mgmm yeah it is just this dumb diaper of yours…,” she huffed out and cradled the bump in her gut -Sllgpghta. It jostled with a rattle of gelatin. These napkins' feel really absorbent,” she muttered and clasped her beak firm. The urethra bud pinched, wedged, and swelled, gradually blossoming under a flow of amber that sloughed out through her like porridge. -Sllpgth- KRlspghth- the goo trickling and piling on the porcelain below, melting to streams of oil. Slowly, the blossoming bud warped over a damp texture, the earl gray diaper tainted a oaken sap, jiggling as it filled up puffed out through the pit and inflated to cover across her pussy mmf, soh hi's coming, alright, fatter than he went in that fmmfns ffm bastard,” Ruzzy huffed out between some moans, jousting and dipping her crotch deeper to power through the bladder congestion snagging up in her pissurthea. “Mfmns gonna get his donkey ass bitch out of my piss chute…” she groaned -Clspthhg- -Crhsllpgthsh- the Crinkling surface rocked out through he pucker, growing like a reeking, fluid filled puff mushroom. -Kkprlrpth- Then it halted, Ruzy's body rocked. -Chrllpthgrlpwth- her things clenched, and the bloated, adsorbent napkin wrung together, unleashing a river of raw reeking piss wrung from its palstine fabric, trickling out of its surface and flop. -Sclpthcht- -Crlltp- and as soon as one end wedged through the brim -sllpghththpstha-a flood of rich amber deluged out the side, splattering against the black thigh high crock and flooding the squat toilet below her in a cascade of yellow. The stream flushed and piped free from the surface oft the onslaught of urine.

“Hgnnggyngn haaaa,” Ruzzy wheezed and panted, titling to one side as she squatted out another stretch of the diaper through her snatch, “awww balls that piss's streaming me form the inside out,” she huffed out. The pamper sloughed further -Chrlprthah- -chvwlptthah- dollops of clotted piss bile and molten cartilage slopped free from the leg end as it the soaked padding spread out below her, wider than her surpassing the girth of her hips as it thronged its way through and soaked her legs in urine, splashed off the s. The Donkey's body distilled into bladder nectar that splashed backed off of the gryphon's thigh high crocks.

“Mnfna phaa,” she huffed out, and groaned, watching the urine flog into the drain and fill up the porcelain oval below her, squatting with the palms on her ass to spread herself wide. -clslptthhat-a the diaper slotted out its other end and, clinging to the pursed brim of her oscillating urethra.

“Haa, sure will make all your worries melt away, when I' you're boiled off into cunny cider.” Scuzzy mused as the pendulum of a piss soaked diaper dangle between her legs. -Clslprprtht- -Ghhrrlpsgh- -Clflphrht- Through the streams of puss flooding around it through her out of the opened path, a rustle of clatter was disrupted in the diaper, locking chunks of labia bones and partially molten femurs out the side in the waterfall of lemon zesting gryphon cider and -Slpthwp- dropping in the steamy puiss stew beneath below. Ht eh cauldron of molten donkey filing to the brim beneath them as the Gryphon's expression contorted and broadened, “Mmhmgm amgah mphgaaamfmfmf,” she wheezed out, -Tlpchth- as the diaper grew too heavy under its own weight and toppled like a droplet… h… -Chhtlpgahbgwhwplslp- -Chglrpthatha- it crashed into the surface below, soggy and drenched as it be it was a depth charge of weight, and a fountain of amber and molten bones exploded in the stall, splattering the walls -Cllpghth- -Clptrrlch- with clogs of yellowed bile strewn full of bone nuggets and grey hairs from Jick's distilled coat.

The spalchs guards came in handy as it beaded up and absorbed the crash of remaining liquids, leaving in its wake beads of tellow reeking of humid cabbage boiled in pickled lime zest.

“Ahammwnngs phaaa, aaawmfmm phaa,” she huffed out, legs rattling as a steady stream of clean clear piss throttled through into the brew below, shedding the diaper and spinning it in place, -Clslpthaha- Clotted bile of funky donkey cider sloughed over the brims of the expanded napkin, til it tilted back towards the camera, an showcasing a nest of bones trapped within the gooey ambergris inside, a cranium poking out in the cage of its master's organic cider dissolved skeleton.

“And cut,” Verali called out, wiping her brow. Great work “Oh, yehawmfmng mmgoh, oh you piss boy… come back with a looser ass next time and I'll give you a real ride,” sh the gryphon mused.

“Ah, miss bead, we are finished.”

“Hmm, ? Ah yeah, whatever, sure. You mind if I keep the diaper?”

“Sorry, but we do need it of other shoots.”

She rolled her eyes, “I'll just enjoy it now then.” she mused and squatted down.

Verali smacked her lips and gestured. “Keep the cameras rolling.”

[Disposal] Orchard Ad Applicants: Hard Ass

Orchard Ad Applicants: Hard Ass

Part 2

Written by Septia.

The team moved into the vacant bar of the Orchard, cleared out at an early hour such as this the empty halls were somewhat unnerving. Though the salvo of fluorescents lights gave more life to the halls.

“Alright, set up some of the props, but start rolling;” Verali called to the team. Stichen the earth peeked around the place, smacking their lips. “So, when are we gonna do this thing?”

Your partner just need a moment to get herself ready, in the meanwhile,” they said and turned to an assistant, “get this snack a diaper.”

Morning mist tapped Verali on the shoulder. “So, when is my part now again? Just wanna see if I can. Just for posterity, and my schedule.”

“We haven't herd back from Wireless Fuzz yet, just be out of shot and, well might as well lend a hoof.”

Morning mist sighed. “Right, that's what I signed up for when I-,” Then his eyes went wide. “Fire toad?”

A deep verdant alicorn strutted in from behind the bar, with coat and mane looking like she'd materialised straight from a particularly condense moss cluster. “Hey Baby,” she called out and skipped into Morning mists' embrace. Miss me? Babe?”

“I didn't think this is what you meant when you said you had something special to do today?”

“Didn't think I'd be chowing down on my Bf again today either, again~. So that's why you were busy today, huh Moist~?”

Moist coughed a bit. “Well I-.”

“That's not your costar, that is.” Verali said pointing to Stichen.

The Rust Yellow earth pony blew a lock of pink hair out of the of his face, which only slotted back in place. “Hey.”

“Ouh,” Fire t said and patted her Bf on the back, strutting up to the earth pony and reaching out a hoof. “Pleasure to meet yo, come here often?”

“First time.” Stichen responded.

“And It'll be your last, because when I am done with you, the are gonna have to ship you out via first class container taxi.”

Stichen raised an eyebrow. “Oh.”

Fire toad held her expression, then let out a deep sigh. “You got that on film?”

Verali nodded.

“Ooh thank the moon I don't have to do that again, really gotta loosen up,” Fire huffed an, then coughed and strutted up behind Stichen, “Just like you'll loosen up real good, do,” then whispered in his ear, “Down my bowels~. “Followed by a nibble.

“Sound enthusiasm, I like it.” Verali noted.

“Thanks~. Whatever brings the Prey in, right? We'll give them a good show huh? Don't mind me roughening you up a bit?”

Stichen was silent, then smacked his lips. “I'm I've gotta

I gotta be somewhere at six.”

Fire's expression slacked. “Ehm…” she mumbled as her wings rustled, “t-…tough luck cus you'll be couped up congesting the sewers by five, and being a clog's a full day a lifelong commitment~.”

Stichen stared.

Fire toad leered. Eventually looking averting her gaze.

“You know I'll ressurect after the shoot, right?”

“Ghh, ghyaaa,” Fire Toad groaned, “I this really what I have to work with?”

Verali revoveld their hoof in a gesture to continue.

Fire toad took a breath. “Alright, you can do this.”

“You know what, I think we need to warm up to each other a bit, make our acquaintance,” Fire said as she dragged Stichen to the counter, slammed his muzzle down on the stool and hovered up above him, splaying her bflank broad and buxom. You really should get to know my ass better, it is what your sorry self will get squashed out of as a sorry cessmire of sewage.” She raised her hind higher and -Dmdmpwghth-. The bulwark of blubber bulldozed his face, encapsulating his muzzle and swathing down to meet back with the puffed barstool, -Chhflrlrpthh- -Cllrpwthtpsa- Fire Toad squished and ground e her cheeks down over him, a soft buffering of hind to fur eeking out asin her grind. “Mmfnsm how is it down there? Better like it, that’s the pit That'll melt you into some prime, steamy horseapples.” Fire lounged over the bar, bearing down so her cheeks flattened and dipped over the edge of the stool, keeping Stichen pinned in the musky cleft. Though, they didn't play along. Stichen would not merely took it.

Fire's lips scrunched together.

“Babe he's just a jerk, anyone would appreciate your ass~.”

This flicked Fire's lips into a smile. Though, with her teeth gritted behind it as he peered back. -Clllphhth- She clenched her thigbcheeks, insulating the bothersome co-star. “Or you want to take the easy way out and suffocate in my ass, I would not mind,, might even be fun to see if your head cracks befo before you run out of air. But if you Beg, I' might ease up the pressure, just a tad. What do you say, hmm?” she asked and swished her cheeks to and for, gyrating them against the cheeks with Stichen's muzzle buried deep in eh er ass.

There was no response.

Fire's eyelid twitched. She unleashed a deep breath. Time passed. Without a move from Stichen.

“Wait is he already…” Fire mumbled and lifted her rear, drawing off of Stichen's face ith a creaking -Chrlrlsth- He stared back up at her

“I’m a real shark at holding my brath.”

“Ghyrnrnrg,” Fire grunted and slammed her ass back on the stool -Thhddmpdth-

“Oyeeouch, my crotch Mhuh Mjuffle.” Came a grutn from underneath.

“Good, finally something, if you that are bothered by that then just wait till you're are in my guts, they won't be as kind as me when they melt the meat off your bones into slag. Gmmgrg…” She grunted and huffed. -Chglrllrpfflpr- A growl arched through her guts, curving a smile on her face. “Mmmf, hear that? I just thought of a fun game, lets see if you can figure out what I had for my last meal.” She mused and ground her cheeks back down into his face, muzzle -Cllspth- plastered up to her pucker prodding and poking at him before… it bolstered open. -Ppwwrrllfpprrrrffttth- A thick cloud of vapours fizzled in the contained clamps of Fire's fanny, tendrilso of yellowed smog whisking out to taint the air in gasoline boiled gymsocks and pickled mincemeat, gridning her a pucker against his nose to funnel the smog straight down his throat.

“Phaa, haa, how's that, care to take a guess back there, or do you want another?”

“Hmmm…” Stichen prodded Fire's rump in contemplation. “Enchiladas?”

Fire's eyelid twitched. “Aa… close…”

“Burritos?”

“Phfa, gh I… uuurgh.” Fire grunted and shuffled off the stool. “What you smelled was what remains of my boyfriend, I munched him down without a second thought, and brewed him to muck in my guts, and, just a stain in my bowels, and soon you'll join him as a skidmark.”

“Morning mist blushed up. “You t-tell him, babe.”

Fire Toad hissed. “Bad timing, Moist.”

“Maybe you won't get what's going on hmm? Might be more a visual or tactile learner, huh? Well how's this for tactile.” Fire toad burst out and punched her ass into Stichen's gut, -Thhdpdpppwh- Jamming it down towards his crotch and prying up his diaper, squatting her cheeks right over them and detonating a thick, moist, -Chhrrlrptttpppwwrwrpth- Billowing gale of smog that flushed down the diaper, inflating it with the rich odour of putrefaction ballooning outwards with the thick smog flushing through it and pluming out any gap it could find. -Chrrlptsha- Then they mare tensed up, huffing and gyrating her hips back, urging it onwards… -Chrlrlpth- -Cllrptrch- A crinkle of grime wormed through her bowels as the fume laced brim winked open for a thick patch of grown ass grease.

“Mf-Mmfpana ah get a real good feel for it, now,” she mused out. -Cllprht- -Csptlghht- The muck billowed out of her brim, a sludgy heap of colon fudge snaking its wa striaght throguh the green mare's hind into the open cavity of Stichen's splayed diaper. -Cllpthgh- -Cllphthta- The squelching squeal of glistening fresh muck packing and jamming onto dry coat rippled through the air. Fire tensed her cheeks to clamp them back onto his torso, keeping him pinned as she unloaded the batch of raw sewage straight to his diaper. -Krllpppfth- -Fllflpghrt- Abones spiked out of the muddy clog, flicking up a remnants of her meal and truth to her claim, the bone laced filth congregating inro Stichen's pamper and embellishing it in a proud girth of raw sludge.

“Mfna paha, that's enough muck for you, ever had a mare mess your diaper for you, huh? Well that diaper you are wearing is gonna be your tomb, thankful of this lil' previe mma fm my ass is giing you, feeling hot and steamy down there? Cus you are gonna melt into the very same grime, and that's all that'll be left of you.” Fire came all the closer to shouting as she berated Stichen, the stallion's napkin. -Cllpghpth- -Phwhglpgthaht- Stuffed with the macerated mare mulch, buffering up along its sides as the bulge on Fire's tummy deflated and siphoned in its sewage over to the puff mushroom of a diaeper snagged to Stichen's hips. -Shhrlpft- -Crplprllrttch- The crinkling and clatter of bones dislodged and warped through the mire muffled under the white padding.

Fire panted, catching up her breath and spreading her wings in algedonic relief and strain, peering back at the stallion.

Stichen blinked, and shifted in his diaper. Which gradually billowed outwards in its girth -Krrrsllptch -Cllrrpgth- sloughing over his legs and coming flat to the ground, bumps and knolls in the heap of wedged in skeletal tissue poking out in the auburn sludge. “Well yeah. Unlike some of my Of the applicants, I did read the contract.”

Fire's head v eyes went blank. Then her head started vibrating.

Stichen turned his head. “We gonna get to that, or?”

“GYRraaa,” Fire screamed. “You have any idea how difficult it is to do this? And you come here with your deadpan eyes and stupid face.”

Verali raised his hoof to cut, but Moist caught them. “I would, not get involved right now…” he whispered.

“But suuure you just wanna ruin this all for me, you don't deserve to be anything else than filth, you should melt into a skid mark and be happy you ever got to be on a set.” She cried out and lifted Stichen up, slamming him down on the pool table and knocking the balls all across the board. “But trash like you don't deserve even the dignity of melting in my rectum, but since so incompetent, let me help you protect yourself.”

Fire blazed with her eyes sparking, horn a stark orange glow. And with the sharp contrast to orange and green she brandished her horn and bore it down into Stichen's gut. -Chrrllstja- The heated, sharp horn punctured his coat and, and with a whip rend through his skin up to his chest -Krrllrrtich- A tar of moist fabric ripped through the room's atmosphere. Fire went down again, an incision at the base of Stichen's torso, the h -Crlprtha- The heat of her horn cauterizing the wound, yet blood seemed through the gaps as she dogeared his skin open and, exposing red muscle tissue to the open air.

“Ooh, boy…” Stichen wheezed.

Retribution flashed in Fire toad's eyes. “Hah, too late now, bring any complaints straight to your own guts.” She beamed and jabbed her horn back into the open tissue, rooting around as Stichen squirmed and squealed. Till she'd fished up the small intestine, a coil it around her horn. “Seee this? I was gonna mulch you up in mine, but you are causing enough I think I will delegate that task.” She grinned as her horn flourished up, steam trailing from the meat tube as he rhon -Chhrhrhth- seared through it, slicing through the bowel and levitating it in her grasp.

“Bye bye now,” she cackled as her magic -Chrrlrlpth- Pried the tube open, levitating up to Stichen's head and to spread the pit into a wide abyss. -Shhrlrpfhghpthahta- The threaded Stichen through his own intestine, head engulfed by the sleek slim fabric of his gastrotract, his coy expression muted as it was enveloped in the pink hose crawling past his neck –Hgllrlrpshgt- -Frlrlsggrltph- the sinew bending and warping as it swallowed up his shoulders, stretching to its limits while Fire laughed, rubbing and drawing down on the intestinal sock with her hooves to swat the Earth pony's upper body in the digestive tract. “Mfmpgh, Wmpgh mfpwght.” Stichen whimpered under the covers.

“What was that? Oh your stomachs a feeling a bit weak? Well why I don't I help you with that.” she cooed and grasped his gut, wringing it in her hooves. -Cflprths- and pumped it like a blood pressure pump. -Clpgthhg- -Gpthpghs- Boats of stomachaches pumped up through the tubes, swelling along her journey as they funneled up through the flesh piping. -Clslpttpth- -Frrllrpwrth- acidic enzymes hosing Stichen's head with a crackle of fried bacon and eggs, the Earth pony squirming in place, though saying little the bowels didn't muffle. “Paha hah aha ha, ha… phaa… hoo… Oh can't believe you are more lively with your rectum wrapped around your face.”

“Pahahff a-actually my rectum is the lowest part of-.”

“Sh… shhhsuh…” Fire toad hushed him, kneading her hoof in his face. “I'm gonna ram you up my ass now, Still wanna feel it when you digest yourself into slop.”

Verali and Moist Exchanged looks.

“She's normally not like this,” Moist attempted Verali merely raised an eyebrow. “You don't say.”

~ 1 ~

Fire Toad spread out her leg around her hooves around against the legs of the billaird table, hind pointed high in the air with, aimed toward sStichen's hooves sloughed olagging over the edge of the table. “You got the shot yet?”

“All ready and rolling:”

“Ooh that's good, I really want some food footage of this lil’ prick, so we could get somepony decent her to cram up my ass.” She mused as Stichen begun to glow, his body trialing over the edge toward her parting pucker, the open brim accepting the tips of his hooves as they -Sllsptha- slotted through, the rugose brim crawling and oscillating as it warped into shape along his legs, swinding unwinding upwards as the was fed down from the table. Mfmns mphaa, phoo, you might really be good for something, should you really are a eat firs, t ask question later kinda bitch, aren't you?” She asked as she fed his thighs into her pucker. -Chrjrlpsthah- -Cllpwrprlpghs- His thighs broadened out her brim, the furrowed surface of her pucker stretching to encompass the bulging girth. The bugles ferried down her frame, bloating out her snatch as the stallion sloughed into her bowels.

“Mmfn mphaa,” Fire moaned out and leaned back, arched her head back, looking towards the camera as Stichen's diaper crepet closer to her cleaved ass. “This right here, could be you, going up to a nice, cozy one way ticket up my ass, and it will really need it after handling this jerk of a meatbagmmfms msma oooh,” she started to huff as the diaper -Cllpsth- bumped against her pucker, tissue splayed taut as it -Cllprhthsa- crawled up to engulf the padded bottom, scrunching and compressing the fabric taught in, like her ass was sucking up a dumpling. “Mmfna ooh yeah that's more lke it, a thick, big butt plug for my poos ass…” Fire huffed out, brushing and caressing gentle along her snatch as her cheeks devoured closed in over the diaper -clslptpthphat- devouring the Stallion sloughing down the the table.

“Mfmpw mapgh,” Stichen grunted out, as he was forced upright, higs front hooves pinned to his sides by the stretch of rolled up blanket of intestinal flesh, draped over as much of him as they could manage, still drooling some crimson onto Fire Toad's lap. His lower gut -Cllpghth- -Crlrlpwwhtlpsh- Was swallowed in by the brim. Fire toad brushed along her stomach, panting with her tongue lolled out, kneading and stroking across her broad stomach swelling as the mounds of bowel wrapped horse feed slotted trough to through her cheeks.

“Mfmnfs, and if you don't behave? Just look at the joy our service has brought to this customer,” she said, rubbing over Stichen's covered head whilst her ass distended to -Cllspth- choke down stretches of his body at a time. -Cllglpthha- Her cheeks brushing together and grinding against his sides as the pink lump of a pony plowed deeper in her trenches. “You too can be swept up by The Orchard’s charm and, ffmmrms enraptured by its service she mused as her pucker munched and kneaded in over Stichen's shoulders, twelfth- -Chrrlsptsp- suckling “Mmfsm oh yes… Fire moaned out and masaged the top of his head, -Slclsptha- which was mushing like a ripe banana to her touch, bending and -KKrlslgpth- moulding as the stroked. “You'll find the Orchard's service is really mmfs…” She grunted and clenched her cheeks -Clltpths- -KRrlrpthss- drawing him deeper into her depths at the sound of polishing a window with motor oil -Chhrlgpgh- -Vrrrlgghrlsph-.

Our service is really what it's msm,” she huffed and gyrated her cheeks, smacking into her gut to see the bloated dune of a stomach jostling over her -CrrltLpghthg- -Swttwwchc- -Vhrllrpghs- “Is all that isssmmf, cracked up to be,” she huffed out and strained, pinching her cheeks together. -Chhrrlptwwwrrlptsh- like dropping a ripe mango down into jelly -Chrlrplthghsh- her pucker swathed closed around the mushy supository. -Cllpthgh-. -Ghbrrlpggah- her gut swelling out with broad rolling throgs -B-Hwbhpm- -Bhrbghgas- “Mm mfwmofma, mphh phaaa…” She panted out, brushing and caressing her stomach, wrapping her wings around it with a snicker, prodding to elicit the kicks and jostled form within. “Come for some action, stay as fertilizer,” she mused. Fire's cheeks suddenly inflating. -Bhuaaaooouraalp- Lips rattling as he unleashed the guttural gaseous roar, finish gin with a warm sick and slicking her lips.

“And cut.”

“Hooo thank the moon,” Fire groaned and sloughed over, folding her legs together and moving them ins steady arches. “Phaa that position is tartarus on my legs.”

Morning mists strutted up and offered her a hoof. Fire Toad hoisting up to her hooves and sighing as her gut -Csllpthgh- Sloughed and lagged below her. “Phaa, Thanks Moist babe.”

“Mgmgmwh” she grunted. -Chhrlrpgsh- Cllgprhhth- Her ut rippling and broiling with growls and -Crllpgh- -Grrhgbglglps- Gurgles, condensing the sloppy bl lumps into a smoother, decompressed lump. With a -Ghrglpgh- Rattle of jostling manure.

“We'll be setting back up in the lavatories.”

“Yeah, I just, require a moment to relax.”

moist gave her a smooch. “Doesn't he feel good at least?”

“Fire wiggled her cheeks. “He kinda ruined the mood, but…,” she smacked her lips, “but yeah, boy this is gonna be a reeling heap to unload, we might have to catch up back home.”

Moist gulped but just chuckled. “Sure thing.”

~ 2 ~

“So the shot's okay? Alright, good, ok. Mmhrm hmm, Sand after a long night, you'll find yourself just wantSmooth, cozy, a, and ready to unwind.” Fire Toad shuffled in the toilet booth, rear facing outwards towards the cameras, giving them a sultry look over with a tilt of her head as she wiggled her cheeks.

-Ppfffllpth- A think mist of concentrated musk and gullet grime filtered out through her flank, -Clsprtch- a gentle crinkle and popping muffled in the cheeks before, growing in amplitude as her cheeks diverged -Chprlprlptghht- -Frlprthhths- Think fumes filtered through the pucker as it filled with a broad stretch of raw umber, thick and doughy as it pushed on the edges of her behind, the girth widening out her buns. -Cllprhth- -Glrrgpthht- its the sprawling brim warped wide enough to encompass her own hoof with the rump polished smoth texture of the burnished filth widening through. -Clspghtpth- The putter and curdle of hot colon fluids against her brim peaking as tias the manrue poked through the clutches of her rectum. -Cslpttrrth- The mound distended out the brim and into the spotlight. The texture was that of molten coconut; a thin ruffled texture with detail and intricate fissures and trails in the at a close gaps, but from a brief distance it was a polished mound of brass curling its way out of her hind. -Chhrlrpth- The mound lodged into a firm cylinder, budging outwards and dipping like the end like a slug on a windowsill. Droplets smeared layers of colon lubrication giving in a glimmer in its reflection of the studio lights. -Cllprhghh- -Clspghtrch- slowly sloughing forwards, unwell a fracture ripped throughalonopen along thits circumference, -Cllpsthah- Fire Toad's brim clutching and sinking into the doughy manure to -Krllrlsslpth- pinch it off, the thick curved cylinder toppling under thtis own weight to smack into the open faced squat toilet below her. -Cllpththg- with a smack that rung through the porcelain an with eh peel of a bell. -Pprrllgssspht- Back at its shape dente and flattened against the ceramic bowl like any hot fudge. Up at her brim one could see a the head of a humerus pocking out, trained and slathered in the surrounding brown manure, giving the impression of a cartoonish hunk of meat.

“Mfmmns a place for sweeties to get some meat on their bones, and some to get it right off~.” Fire mused as eh wiggled her rear, cheeks dancing with the bones dangling and jostling in her clutches. -Sllgpthhgha- -Sltpth- The muck welling forward sand drawing out the Femur with tis, -rolling out of her bowel with a squeal of skating on molten cheese as the onslaught of dung crept up -Chrrlpchhghth- -Fbhrlgpghghssh-.

A deluge of chestnut auburn billowed thorough Fire's fanny. The twice digested Stichen coming to a smooth, sticky loaf of horse apples, gummed together to form a majestic trunk of muck with mouth broad clefts forking the interspace between the mighty dollops of horse apples -Chhsfllpsttah- Fire Toads' brim crawling and smoothing down the texture of the filth as it wallowed free of her brim, prodding down bulges of bones of ribs and clavicles, thou. Though as the grime descended and the rifts parted wider one could see ribs and patellas stitching together the mounds as stiff threads of calcified yarn. -Clslprth- Clrpgth- Along with tethers of grimy filaments webbing the bowel chocolate together, all rattling like strings of dew between and along the broad mounds as they vacated Fire's neathers. A thick aroma of roasted coffe distilled inn vinegar permeated the stall, the ooziest of the fresh muck radiating out with tits pungent vapors. -Clplpthphghstpwh- wltpghtpah- The mounds bundled together down tin the squat toilet; clumps wedged ontop of each other and condensed with the squelch of choking taffy -Chrllpfthptwh- though with the segregated trunk of hoof wide manure piling on from on high it soon bulged over the brim of the squat toilet’s brim and piled onto the bathroom tiles, -Clslpthgphag- -Dllspghhth- the onslaught billowing over the plates with its dense sludge clapping into clean slates, the moist hoof steps of a creamy behemoth -Chrlptwhpw- -Drgrfttwwmmpglsh-.

“Mmgnn Pshaw, you can find your own little hidey-hole to crawl into and enjoy a first class massage from our staff, or get frisky with your fellow patrons, always less ponies leaving the Orchard than fmmfs, came in~.” She mused and huffed, tail flicking out of the way of the shot to show the pillar of tilted towers of tripe trudging through her trunk tract, trawling out in troves of tubby tummy tar -Chrlpthtpshs- -Fpprprphwphthhts- a thick gust of smog littered out through the brim, whistling along the open fractures and clefts in the loaf and dispersing the distilled rancid syrupy character all across the crew, whilst the receptacle below clogged and filled filled with a mountain of sleek, rounded dung bricks stacking atop one another. -Chrlptprt- The slabs moulding in place as the hot surfaces warped and melded into one another in the open air. Loaves forking in their paths to tumble down in doughy dunes -Shhrrflflpth- smacking onto the floor and drooling of greasy bowel oils.

“Mmfns afar,” Fire huffed out and steadied herself, wagging her rar as her pucker clenched inwards, puckering, oscillating, and sprawled wider and wider around musky clog off bark thrown sludge. “Mmfms because there are few places where you can get this…f pampered,” she huffed out as her pucker spread wider, clearing her cheeks apart wider than her thighs as the clog of a dung filled diaper trudged through the strained pit, warping outward with a nest of bones buried in the sludge, trickling out as her cheeks -Clslptha- clamped together to rid itself the congestion of compost -Krlrlptth- -Chrlrpths-

“MFMpwfllflfpwt.” the diaper crept past its zenith, and sloughing ed over form the pit, flipping over to -Clpghtphahga- deluge its contents over the tack, -Cllwptphtdwth- a thick bale of compacted, hard muck clapping onto the heap, cratering the horse apples under the weight of the diaper, -Thhwwgrlrpshgha- “Mpghhthaa,” Fire moaned out and flexed her wings wide. Her gaping colon belched a breath of fresh air, and expelled a thickened cloud of exhaust -Fbbrroooorplfpthta-. A mist of yellowed smog blanketing the room, lingering over the tart muck crowned with the broad stuffed diaper, a melange of brown hues and, ribs, and humerus pocking out like an upturned bird's nest. -Ghrllpgbvhhga- Bllprhgha- With mulch higher up the mound macerating int the,in the lack of pressure, spreading out as a thick grimy mortar in drooling dunes along the mound.

Fire panted heavily, peered back over her shoulder with a grin, fanning over her muzzle at the sight of the mountain of stallion sludge she'd built up behind her. “What are you waiting for back there? Come and leave your skid mark on the Orchard today.” Fire Toad beamed with a sultry smooch at the camera, wiggling her rocking buns over the thigh high pie of pony bile sloughing, cllpathha- crinkling and popping beneath her.

“Annnnd cut,” Verali called.

“Phaaaa…, oh Luna my ass is sore, mfmsm so worth it though, l… Seeing that jerk melt into my slag's even more satisfying than I thought melt into my slag… just oozing out o my ass with the only noise being the putter of my pucker… mm… Think Stichen is free after filming?”

“Thought he said he had somewhere to be?” Moist added.

“Oh, yeah, kinda wanted to rub this in his face.”

Verali scratched their chin and nodded, then turned to an assistant. “Write that down.”

[Disposal] Orchard Ad Applicants: Soft Cock

Orchard Ad Applicants: Soft Cock

Part 3

Written by Septia.

-Dwwnnnnhb- The vibrations of the steel-clad cowboy boot was absorbed by the carpeted flooring of the bedroom, yet the shockwave – thin as a thistle – still reached Belcot's feet. The tremble wormed it way up her spine Coral cove took another step, slamming her palm to the wall next to the pigeon gryphon -Thhhwwwmp. A shudder spiraled all the way back from hBelcot's neck to her tail, the sunset anthro, Crystal mare flinging her fingers and drumming them against the wall as she swept her tongue across her lips. “Well well, if it ain't quite the fancy lil' bird? Didn't expect I'd get to cream such a cutie today.”

“O-ooh well I,” Belcot begun as Coral moved in to a kiss, plastering their lips together taut, the mare's tongue exploring the reaches of the pidgeons's mouth.

“Mnnwaa, Ah yeah, gotta we go both got to limber up some, if we are gonna take each other in. take eachother in. Though Once' I am done with you, least you won't have to worry about I anything but being a presentable, steaming heap.”

Belcot swallowed and quivered under Coral's aura, the caught under the shadow of the mare's wide brimmed stetson. “O-ooh y-yes, baby.” She moaned back, then clasped ova wing over her beak.

“Hey, hey, dun feel ashamed. We're here to have a gootd time, and tease others into joining in on the fun,” Coral mused and leaned in or a whisper, “save the struggle for when you're melting.”

“MMfnf ooh m-my~.”

“Sorry for the wait, we are all ready to roll.

“Lets's put on a good show.”

“Alright, everyone ready? Coral got the rope, Belcot in place, close-ups ready and, action.”

Belcot wiggled in pat the threshold to the bedroom, peering this way and that, playing up for the camera. Trying not to keep throwing glances over to The cowboy mare by the bed, reeling up the lasso, flexing, her crotch bulging-… W-wait.

At the center of Coral's lap, the brim leather protruded, twitching as she strained and pumped her arms back. -Clkkr- Until the buttons on the crotch begun to buckle… -Ppthhwnng- punching off the square of cloth jettisoned a mouthwatering kebab of a cock, glistening in the opal and chiffony of Coral's coat, head thumping proud and thick in the opening the open, and a petrichor aroma of a hard day's musk seeped into the room. With the shaft grinding forth in a brilliant patchwork of peach and pink. Belcot moaned out at the sight, biting sucking in a breath through the gap in her beak and.

“If you ever feel tied up,” An assistant read silently for the crew.

-Wwtchhc- The lasso cracked in the air as it flu flung over the room, hooping over the pigeon gryphon and constricting around her arms and chest -Chtnngh-.

“Then we'll rope you in for an unimaginable experience.”

-Thnngh- The rope grew like aguirtarsting, and in the next moment Belcot was reeled across the room, down on tugged down on her knees in crotch height with Coral, a beak away from their cock.

“O-Wowhew, really getting into the role here, th-that's admirable, Belcot said with her cheeks flushing.

Coral snickered and brushed down over the pigeon's face. “Ooh this isn't for who, I'm the proud owner of a lil' ranch, so you can trust me when I say I know how to wrangle you into shape.” She mused and thrust her shaft against the side of Belcot's face.

The pigeon cooed as the thick meat caressed against her side; feeling its plush texture pus well in its rhythmic throbs. She parted her rubbery beak and flicked her tongue around the mast -Clslpth-

“Ooh that's a good girl, so ravenous, can't be feeding you much, ey?” Coral mused as Belcot drew the dick into her maw, swirling her tongue around the arr evolving her tongue around the battering ram and beef and bobbing down towards its base.

“Mnnfphaa mfphaaa haa,” Belcot breath washed the shaft in her huin waves of her humid breath, mixing the air of cowgirl, swabbing her tongue down the length of the twitching flesh prodding at her throat.

“Mmnf oPhoo, oh you are getting slut saliva all over my dick, and I'd just gotten my musk rich and mfmsm potent,” Coral mused as eh rammed her shaft in shaft into Belcot's face, -Cllpgh- A bulge of her meat crawling down the pigeon's neck swelled up, to dip back do back up as Belcot coughed and moaned over the thrust of the mare's shaft, holding the back of her head as she rocked into her face. Coral pistoned it down Belcot's neck, moisture specks flourished up in around the mast as it delved deeper, caressed and massaged by slobbering -Chrrlrpth- wraps of Belcot's tongue until the mast reached an apex…

“Mgmgsm amphaa, haawmnnf,” Coral howled, drawing her dick back as an onslaught of cum flushed into Belcot's maw. Globs of pearly white globules of sloughing down her back on its way out. -Cppfhltpsh-.

Coral grasping her sh mast with both hands and hosing down Belcot's face in ropes of mare nectar. Sprawling patterns of jellied spunk trailing down her face and melding into dunes of creamy sludge slobbering down her face

“Mm” MFmgmna mpah afar, Leaving her panting as he's head was slobbered in, mouth drooling in viscous splodge.

“Such a pretty mgm lil thing, just look at you rattling,” Coral cooed out as she leaned down, wrapping the rope around Belcot a tighter, looping and tying it together into proper box tie on the quivering, moaning gryphon. She hummed and snickered as the a final knot tied over hBelcot's head, saunting knees up onto the bed and, loosening her suspenders to let her leather pants Peel pack over the scarlet scaled rear. Her cheeks jostling as the clothing sloped off of them, splaying with Coral fiddling a hand into her hooked around her pucker and -Chrlrlpsthh- Drawing it open with a crinkling squeal of the mist depths there I. “-Slpthth- Prying her pucker wide to a teardrop shape, undulating at her grasp. “You are even lubed up for my birds nest, so go in, git in there and roost you hopeless lil' birdie.” Coral said with a tug of the lasso. -Thngng- Belcot's restarts drawing her back to the mot motion.

The pigeon barely caught a glimpse of where she was going through the ten webbing of cum before the pucker was upon her. -Chhtltlpghbrbh- The stretched brim jostled like gelatin as she clapped into it, pucker warping wider around Belcot's head and swallowing her up ot to her neck under the roiling bubble of spnkher spunk coating curdling against the succulent lips -Chrlrpghhtb- -Cffhgrlbglpshop-. “Mmnfs, mphaa, ah yes you lil bitch feather,” moan for my ass when it eats you alive,” Coral groaned and shuffled back, her cheeks -Bbgnngsh- Dancing and juggling onto Belcot's shoulders, clasping her it not the depths with a lethargic squelch -Vrrgllluughslh- -Ghhrblgpghs-. -Cshlrlprgh- The cheeks forked over her shoulders and, pucker pulsating as it swathed down the Gryphon's back, Coral squatting off of the bed to pile her ass over the quivering constipation -Chrlrlpthht- -Chhrrllpsthht-

-Wghgrrllcch- Every clench sand vibration of Coral's flexing bowels reverberated throughout Belcot. The ruffled surfaces closed in to hug her taught, piling on followed delsh over her that -Chrlrlpsthht- draped down her chest as she sunk upward through the depths. -Clsptahthat- -Lplsth- She felt a resistance; a blockage up in the head, a ta wall of mare mulch barring her entry as a suppository. -Cllpttht- Though tit stille pushed -Cllspthh- She feel their head concave the muck, cradter into the budge as the pressure heaved her upwards. -Schrlrlptathhts- The bowel clay warped around her head like butter, the spunk flattening across her head in a abttrriere to between her and the filth. -Chhrrlprth- Though as the mass shifted around err the pigeon was assaulted by the stirred up aroma of a greasy stake fried in petrol, a miasma billowing over hedownh her frame in a blanket of smog as the bowels rustled -Bffrllprrth- -Cllptht- The mire round her massaged and clumped around her frame, cast in Corals's custom clay to churn in her coils. “Mfmmfphoaaa mophaa,” she yes, melt me into sludge.”

“Mmfpgh,” Coral groaned and patted the lump on her lower abdomen, cradling the shifting head lump. “

“Hold your horses, hoss like you'd be wasted on 0on my ass, can't let those horny juices go to waste,” Coral cooed out she cooed and shuffled back over the bed, spreading her legs wise and letting her -Sllcpthht- Shaft slough free between her legs, thick a, flaccid and swaying like a pendulum. “Come on, get, back there…” She huffed out, aiming shaft up with one hand and tracing the other down Belcot's cleft, tickling her under her tail caressing as she helped aim her cute paws downwards. Slowly, the curved shaft got into position, meeting up with their paws flailing for a grasp, soon finding themselves balancing on her cock…

“MMm, gotcha,” Coral mused and strained herself, the shark mare gritting her teeth into a wide smile as she squatted. -Cllprhttch-. Her shaft pried open, peeling over the paws to suckle them into the hot slit -Cttwwllhp-.

“Ooh yeah. What do you think about becoming cock fodder? Cus' to me that mfms sounds great.” Coral cooed and grunted balancing her gryphon bloated belly against the bed, grind milling into it to feel Belcot's body squish and turn within, bulges receding as her cock suckled over her ankles. Getting a good grasp, the cock head flared wider, sprawling out lik a apink ufo suckling p the Gryphon's legs, the. The rest of her shaft tensioning up and jitting into action stiffening as good as it could in this compromised curve. "Fmmsn mmf time to getmmg, out of your pen and onto, fmsm whiter pastures, “ Coral cooed out as the camera came in for a closer shot. The crystal pony's skin sparkling and growing all the more translucent, the shadow of bulges in her torso shifting, growing into more definition around Belcot's frame. Bowels tense, cock twisted, a breath draw in through the shark mare's sharp fangs…

“Here she comes…” She moaned out.

-Gbbrlrlpghgh- -A growl rustled up through Corals' tail… -Ppwrrrfflllptttthtbtphrth- In a gratuitous gust of guttural gas. Belcot jettisoned out of Coral's colon, the shaft engorging stiff and solid fling flung the gryphon in an arch towards the ground to the ground, drawing her out in a rupturous -Chhrrlpgbtth- -Bhwwrlpghthpgsh- From the clutches of the bowels with an arc of slick, umber tarnished clump tethering after her, a, vines of glistening nectar trailing from the panting, groaning gryphon's face into thwack to the gaping, flexing pucker, all as her legs -Chrllrpth- -Cbggrlptssh- were gobbled up in jostling tugs of the engorging gooch girder.

“MMPfah amp aha pahaa haa, fmfmsmphaa,” Belcot's tongue slosloguhed out of her maw in rattling pants, as the camera crew gathered and got shots f of her smeared face, on her way up the cowgirl's greedy dong.

“Mmfpwhooahf,” Coral cooed out as she heaved herself back aground in the bed, cooing as she cradled her dick, brushing along the shadowy bulges of Belcot's brown paws son their journey thinking through her cock. “Mmfms, mah snakes's been greedy for a real slutty whore to fll em' up, hope you don't mind em' being a lil' greedy,” Coral traced her fingers up on her engorged shaft to, to the point up over the zenith of her flare and onto Belcot's furry belly, crotch, teasing her with a few rubes as the transition point between feline and bird was encroached by the pat mast -Chrlrlpsth- swallowing Belcot's snatch and engulfing her hips in the swelling dick meat.

“MfMFma phaa, O-Oh I don't mfms mind at all he'they're s-Such a hungry, f mfms, phaa, thng mfm, my my legs are tight.”

“Think it is gonna be tight now, yso adorable, to think in a few moments this whole cute turkey is gonna be nothing but nut sludge;” Coral mused as she brushed over Belcot's chest, wrapping her arms around her to heave them up

“Mfm. Come on, let me get a goodmph, look at you,” she huffed out and heaved them up -Clpthgh- Her cock jostling and balls beneath bobbing as the thrust sent thBelcot's paws into her sack -Csllptthapth-.

“You'll be suck a cute cocksnack.”

Belcot huffed out gently as Coral brushed under her chin, peeking down with her cum slathered face and snickering. “Mmfms, “If you say so, I've never tried it mfm before, but look, I'm a pigeon cock taur now~.” She mused.

Coral surpressed a giggle, cooing as her shaft -Schhrlpt - -Cvhhrrlptsh- suckled up past tBelcot's threshold of bird and beast. “And soon enough you'll just be all cock,” she said and cupped Belcot's cheeks, “.” hope you savored the spunk I splattered you with, cus' I''ll be taking it back with interest.” she gleaned back and -Ththotssp- thrust her hips up -Chrhrlp- -Khrllrprs- her mast gaping and -Cllrpth- suckling up along the sides of Belcot's torso. -Cbglgpthsh- Coral's sack inflating with the flicking bulges of The gryphon's legs threading through her hose.

“Can we ge ta kiss shot?” Verali called out.

“MMmf?” Belcot quivered.

“Thought you would never ask, see if you still taste as goas sweet, you'll be a salty mess before long, Coral cooed and wrapped her arms around the Gryphon, squeezing her lips tight to her in a passionate embrace. Mfmmfw mmgwwfm.” Belcot cooed back as she held The crystal shark, making out in each other's embrace

-Smpgh- -Chrmmgpsmfm-t Smacks of lips joined by the -Chrlrlpfth- -Chhrrfllsph- suction of the shaft slobbering up Belcot's body. The pigeon sinking further and further out of Coral's grasp, whilst the shark's scrotum swelled with the silhouette of the slut sloughing deeper.

“Mmfm fmpshohaaa,” Coral cooed as she broke the kiss, watching Belcot up to her armpit sin her dick, wings pinned to her back and fluttering now and then, setting the whole cock rattling. “Mfmsn apphaa, oh so feisty for a lil' cock padder, you gonna dive down my dick and make some hot slimy sludge now?

“Mfmmg,” Belcot paned and wedged her elbow into the pict, splaying them for some more space just as the cock contracted -Chhrlrprthht- -Sllpfhthth- ist slopped over her arms with the crinkling curl of a slug orgy, wrapping up around her neck, the whole of her body save her head now bottlenecked, displayed in the crystal rod of Coral's shaft, skin splayed sand glistening so one could see a make out her form and hue under the crystalline cover.

“Mfmmg pghaa, oh that is a very, very good girl…” Coral cooed out and patted over Belcot's head, brushing down her shroud of feathers, petting just above her beak… -Thhrrwwwlpfpthht- then dunking her palm down, in a rapturous gurgling -Cglglphtpah- swallow from the dick The Griffons's head descended, caught in the clutches of the dong with Coral's palm shoving her along the following her along the way. -Cllrprhahr- The mare drawing up her pre slathered palm up the tip of her tough fare, lapping at the webs of fluids joining it to her cock -Splllghrlppgh- whilst the gryphon descended, steamrolled down the slimming shaft and engorging ther jewels broad and sagging, sagging onto the floor under the bulk of a whole pidgeon gryphon sloughing into the sparkling marbles.

-Csllptahth- Coral squeezed her the tip of her shaft as it shrunk down, milking out thick globe of pre from it trickle down her like wax, joining the bloated dome of her Belcot filled sack down below.

Coral Cove's balls -Bbgllpttsh- Burgeoning with the bulk of her cock 's buffet.

“You done setting up yet, wanna see this little cutie melt…”

“Mfpg gmpsgha.” Belcot panted out within, shuffling to an about in the sack, breathing in the humid, heated air, and that gummed at the back of her neck with ea each breath. “Mfms, that is if your cock can balls can get any hotter than I feel ri-right now~.”

“Hehe, Touché you lil' dick goblin, but,” she said and shuffled her hooves up on their sack, slowly gyrating and massaging them down,” I think we'll manage a bottom bitch like you~. But just so you get we get the most out of it, I wanna let, Hey Director, got what I asked for?”

Verali gestured to some assistants, who borught over a chest high pane covered in cloth. Placing it on supports in front of Coral, and drawing off the cloth… A mirror. Belcot could see herself, vaguely through the reflection in the shimmering crystal skin; as if she was staring down at herself in a clear river blanketed by an autumn's sunset. She could watch the ripples dis of the skin distorting her view as Coral chuckled.

“Give em a good show now, I want you to see youself churn away into my thick, juicy, ranch dressing…” Coral cooed and tugged at her shaft.

All around the crew was given the clear, a. and Belcot felt the clenching tug of t Coral's hooves squeeze her toghter, watching herself caught up in the bindle of her balls. And feeling the humidity concentrate. “Mphaa pfm sphaa, mmmpw,” she moaned out and sloughed back, spreading herself out as her paws and fists warped bulges along the balls, and hearing a soft sizzling -Sffzlzrr- “fmmf afar it is so hot,” she cooed, mugging the best she could under the translucent covers ashiest Coral jerked attempted up her jerks to a steady beat, -Thhpth- -Thptsh- -Chhttpwlp- -Twlwp- The clasps of her tugs accompanied by the squelches down below, the keands ofhher hooves and warping of the balls working down on the pigeon. -Shhzlprrhht- -Shsth- Belcot heard the sizzling all around her, watching as trickles of pearl droplets sloughed down the walls around her…, and peering back into the mirror, how the beads of sweat down her fame took on a grumlig appearance.

“Mmgnsmmmngt yes, just think of how much nut butter you will becum.” Coral teased she hissed and groaned, -Clsptht- her sack clenching together, reeling back in Belcot's lumps to confine to the sack, only for her to spread out again, and recoil in its clutches -Clslpttth- -Twwlllpth- -Chrrrllspgh- -Cttwlwp-. The moisture condensing around her, nowhere to go but circulate in the tight chamber as it sloughed and churned around her -Cllpshhr- -Krlspgth- out in the mirror so she saw their body sparkling as much as the crystal mare's skin; a glaze of perspiration drooping off of her body, salty In a salty aroma simmering to rival Coral's ball busk, but the more she breathed it in the more she knew it was the same.

“Mmfms deep breaths in there babe, deep, we'll get ya churned up form the inside out,” Coral cooed out, and squished down on both her balls with her legs, gritting her teeth and moaning out a hot breath of relief.

-Cslptrrlpth- Belcot panted and swallowed the rising miasma around her as she felt the balls compress. The liquids pooling around her rising tighter upwards, licking across her frame. -Shhkpgh- -Chrlpgh-. The liquid balm of gunk around her sloshing and crashing against the walls along along to the whimp of her squirms. Deep breaths, longer, watch. -Sclplsthct- She brushed her arm against the walls of the sack. -Crslpttwllp- and hear the curdling plaster of drawn out along it. Shpwwriseeing droves of herself molten across the walls, collecting in viscous droplets against the oily surface of the balls and trailing to join veins to join the puddle she beneath her. Belcot watched through the mirror as she boiled in a cauldron of her own spunk. The balls contracted, raising from the ground and danling, already shrunken so much around her.

“Mmpfhf phaa mmwmwff pahaa, “Longer, louder breaths, through each one feeling more… sloppy. Moisture travelled all along her neck as he breathed. -Slpghthat- the walls compacted and kneaded around her from inside, squishing her to the to the sleek surface -Sglpthth- grinding layer of herself down in droves of birch grey: -Sbghrlpgh- Phhglrpsrrth- The scrotum shrunk tighter and tihgter in the rthorbes, lungs goopy. She splayed her beak wide, staring out into the reflection… Past her beak she saw no throat, but a tunnel of congealing milky onitment, clumped and sloughing together at her breaths, the more she breathed in, the more it curdled her inside.

“Fmmpgah ammgpwhaa,” he moaned out, muffled and mumbling in the gunky windpipes. Globules of foam stirred up and bubbling around her as the surface rose to cover her stomach, or was she inking deeper with her shredding mass?

“Mmf oh yeah babe, feel that? That's you breaking apart at the presence of my balls, Soon you'll jut be a puddle of slut syrup, “ in the heat and moisture the grasp of the ropes eased more and more, soon sloughing off of her skin as she ground her way through it. Soaking in the rich moisture of the cramped meat cell.

“Mfms just embrace it, be cum, as you were always meant to be you hot little cock fodder…” Coral cooed out as she leaned back and worked her shaft, swirling kneads down on her sack with her hooves, the resistance dipping more and more as the sludgy -Slglptth- -Chrlrpgh- -Slphght- squelch of stacking flapjacks jruselted out of thfrom the jostling sack.

Belcot squealing and panting. -Cllpsthgh- Coughing up droves of white muck to meld in the surrounding reservoir, peering back through the window, she could just see the white goo filling up the sack, peeking over the surfaced, panting and spewed up the pearlescent sludge. One last heave -Ghrruuaglps- and she sunk, a pucker of gummy goop welding in over her face as she submerged into herself -Cllphhth- -Chtglpghgh- “Ammawwmfnnf amgmmgoaghsmm phaaa,” Coral cooed out, stomping her hooves onto the ground as her sack clenched and reverberated, slowly calming its pace to a thrum, then a throb, her sagging, salve filled orbs retracted. Jostling like a two headed pendulum as Coral panted. “Mmfmpa phaa,” she panted and squeezed the her thighs to a bust of her sack for the camera, “good, birdie~.” she mused.

~ 1 ~

“Mmfnof phooo fooo, oooh you are so thick. Gal…” Coral Cove panted in a in the stall, after waiting and idly tugging at her mast while the crew set up she could finally o to down, punishing her aching needing dick while the filled rolled, getting close up of every drop of sweat and speck of pre lubricating her mast as she choked her meat, the pink shaft aimed down an, resting in the nock of her sack at the latrine floor below.

“MMmfpgg at the Orchard, we can take a lod off of ya, And let you Be cum what you've mfms always was destined for.” She grunted as her shaft twitched in her hands. -Clslpthth- a lump traveling up her from her shaft, cthrobbing at her mast st it budged up against her grasp, easing her grip for the orb to worm its way up.

Her flare pulsated wider as the slip pried open, -Slfplth- speckle of cum drippling through as a yellowed beak punctured the slit, pryplowughing through with spunk drooling down the parted beak lips as Coral's demeanor followed suit, jaw hanging open as her dock divulged Belcot's cranium -Cshrlrlpthth- and once it reached its zenith launching it forth with a salvo of Coral's piping hot ranch dressing -Scllpthtpghahg-. The skull clattered into the porcelain -Crkr- a faint crack head before -Cshhrlrpt- it was buried under a deluge of dick batter. -Cllpgthh- clslpgthaht- Thick bolas of glistening ivory erupting from the jittering mast. Congealed globules lobbed off from the retching dick to pile over the brim of the squat toilet and onto the ceramic plates. Cum pluming and sloughing out her ecstatic dick in loops of white tar. -Kkrlpth- -Phglrlpgh. Embedded in the onslaught of sludge were further smoothed fragmetns of skeletal tissue, calcium boilebcracked and boiled through the journey dost stirred down the dick and sloughing free in Coral's orgasm. -Chrrlpsrhtht- Webbing os dick nectar threaded the bone shards together, beak tott the tip of the mast pumping out thick gryphon syrup like a net of viscous vines -Chrfllrprth-.

“Amman among Oooh Luna that's a, you really clogged my dick up, ammdh.” she moaned out and massaged her shaft from the base of her dick up in grinding claps ts, nursing out the -Cgrlphblglptha- globby gunk with -Fllrprhthh- a frothing fluff of puttering up along the edge of her slit, dropping like beer barm across the clotted pile of dick curds.

“Mmgm fampgha, phaa... The Orchard, where all your worries mfms will drain away,” She mused and tugged at her dick, balls constricting and siphoning the mass of gryphon sludge up through the hose to paint the floor in a tactile and voluptous sploodge. Her balls tpumppulsing calmly, sinking with the remaining salvo ferrying up her shaft and drooling out into the squat toilet below, a doughy puddle of white dew gradually trailing down towards the drain.”

“Hmmm, hang on, I don't like the wording on that.”

“Hmm? How so?”

“We used a similar early for another section.” Hmm,” Coral hummed to Verali, and then brought up a rope, wringing it around her palm and grinning. “At the Orchard,” she pause and snapped the rope tighter between her hands, “we'll whip your creamy ass into shape.”

“Ooo I like that angle, we'll just need to get some more angle and b-roll.”

Coral sighed and lapped over her lipss “MMfm… as you wish.”

Morning mist poked at Verali's shoulder.

“Ehm. Heard anything about my role yet?”

“Hmm? Oh, Wireless Fuzz isn't able to make it, we'll have to cancel your scene.”

“Moist blinked. “But, I've waited all that.”

“That's showbiz.” Verali shrugged.

“Hey,” Coral called and smirked, “if he's not occupied, I could use him to blow some steam off…”

~ 2 ~

-Cllpttwp- -Thhwwwlp- -Tthhchelwp- The pony's blue ass bounced down the length of Coral Cove's mast as she sauntered through the empty Orchard, one hand calmly at his back dictating the pace of his thump her thumping up his ass. -Cllsptah- -Chrkptht- drooling coils of cock grease splattering out as their laps merged at the end of each -Cltlptah- clap.

“Mmfna aah we yeah boy, milk that slut off of me, fmms, you are so light, those cybernetics can't be made of much, fmms, actually made a handy cock sock.” Coral sucked on her teeth as she stopped in her tracks, pushing the stallion down with bot hands as her cock pushed through his intestines, swelling up on his abdomen and jostling about as she drummed out another climax up his sore ass, a hair of white spunk trickling out through the gap of ass and dick before she kept going.

Morning mist panted, groaning, barely any stamina left as he felt himself reduced to a pleasure rag doll for the anthro to feed her dick's need with. Mungs, phaa, well this has been fun, but I've just about run dry,” she mumbled and patted Moist's belly, -Cthwpt- -Clptthpah- the cum inflated dome juggled in the reverberating smacks. “As good a toy you made I'm about ready to head home, anywhere you wanna be dropped off.”

“Mmrhuphga…” Mists wheezed out.

“Didn't quite catch that,” She responded, then her lips curled into a smirk. “But I found a spot.” She said and shuffled up to the bin the chew had been tossing away the production diaper in.

“With who much as you've let my dick swing in your guts, it is only fair I over you a dive,” she said and lunged forwards, -Smacking her Moist laded cock straight into the bin with a crash of compacting diaper pails -Chhrrlpghtht- -Cfrrnggkls- -Thrrumgmpgglls-. Moist dunked o to the bottom of a melange of padded bindles, in a myriad of forms, soggy, stiff, doughy, reeking of lust, sewage, and dried kale-glue. Brine steam rising form the cum sludge and staining the atmosphere.

“Mmf smfmpgh,” Coral cooed out as she shuffled back and forth, with her dick still buried in is ass. -Clsptht- -Kkwwrrlssh- shuffling him in the depts of the bin before -Shchrlrlrptop- recoiling off with her mast reeling back from the cavernous gape of the stallion's ass, left splayed legs with his ass in the air and his head immersed in diapers on all sides.

“Phew, that's better, hope you enjoy stewing away in there, catch up later.” Coral said with a wave and trotted off, a dripple of cum in her wake.

Moist panted heavily, blood trickling to his head as the diapers encroached upon him -Ghslpthhat- -Cllpght- every movement he made they came sloughing into the voices he's spared them, bundling up across his body. -Clsplthht- some shuffled about around him. -Vhrrrlpatsh- Vibrating and -Crhrstlp- crinkling as they steamed in a dark funk of composting brussel sprouts and tar tried mear. Every movement met with crinkling creeps of his doom -Crkrkpthnnffllsh- -Bbglrpsh- Like being trapped in a sandpit, the only direction to g was down… -Sflsptaht- soggy bundles pudged up against his face. Form the outside it looked pathetic, like he could get out at any time. But packed under the bulk of anthe Orchar's sta'r refuse… his heart beat faster, fright, yes, but his head was growing hot by more than the residual heat of the diaper.s

“Moist?” babe? Whers'e my moist lil sweetie?” Came Fire Toad's voice. He could abrely see her through gaps in the pad brown stipend padding.

“Oh,” It wasn't a disappointed sound, jubut… Fire leaned down to look him in the eye. “Well figures you'd end up there you cozy up in there, good, mind if you hold thiwhat's left of that jerk from earlier?” she asked holding up her pail, thick and ochre hue with patches of verdant umber from soaking in her sewage.

“Mgmg wmgpah,” he mumbled out.

“Great~.” She mused and heaved her diaper up, right to the conveniently splayed pucker of her boyfriend. -Clslpthtaphtphathat- The filled butt dumpling clapped into this cheeks like fluffed up flapjacks, -Clslpthath- with a creaking of ground syrup the napkin slotted into his pit, splaying his cheeks wide with a dripple of cum rolling down hs pucker, displaced by the manure filled mound crammed into his well-used hind. -Chrlrlpghahg-. -Sllpfth- he felt juices of the tart bag wring out by his bowel contractions, seeping into his cum filled bowels and tinning tit in Fire Toad's sludge. “Mgm gmgpgah, phew, there, alright, that should do it, pick you up laater ok? Have fun.” Fire toad cooed and waved goodbye as she took off.

Moist left to stew in the residual, radiating miasma of the fresh co fresh compost; inside and out. His heart beat faster, cock twitching against the diaper, any resistance was met was amplified as he shuffled or hi about of his cock -Clslptth- twitched in excitement, tapping him in a loop of grindingn his meat on the refuse bundles and feeling them. -Clslptahth- crinkling and sunk to hug around his mast. Blood and lust rushed to his head, eye pupils staring up into his skull. The quivering mess of a stallion panting and marinading in the putrid miasma of distilled sewage, t o the Claustrophile a rich intoxicating fog he was forced to inhale as his mind melted. Wondering how long it would be until he was had melted into not but mulch like in the rest of the diapers… more crew came, though paid little mind to the half of a stallion poking out of the pail, merely stacking more mulch -Flpsgswtp- on top of him, as the day turned to evening, Morning mist fate was sealed: entombed an an avalanche of production diapers; his cock, heart, and mind, melting in the prickling stench of burnished syrup and vinegar boiled tar. He had been denied the stage, but granted a backstage pass few would behold.