ChuckPLEB and Twilight meandered about the spaceship(which was of course just Chuck's head, as ChuckPLEB's headless body oozed several stinky secretions that struck the small spacecraft, surely souring the scene of two beings mindlessly mulling for months as most of their time was wasted, waiting woefully for the author to fucking stop adding all the alliteration.

ChuckPLEB's open neck hole spurted more sticky pus as the infection gave the surrounding area a ghastly green tint.

ChuckPLEB's head had tried to talk to Twilight, but due to the vacuum of space, he was unable to formulate any verbal communication. This left Twilight practically bursting with boredom.

Twilight decided that it was the time to take action. Leaping into the air with the grace of a swan, she charged up her powerful magic, aiming her horn at a small cub board. With the dexterity of a falcon, she threw a horde of hot pockets into the microwave, expertly pressing the little buttons, setting the timer for ten minutes.

With the poise of a cockatoo, Twilight vigorously rubbed her pert pony pussy, wallowing in the throws of her own crapulence as she pleasured her most sensitive senses.

Ten minutes later, the hot pockets were done, and with the posture of a parrot, Twilight came all over the floor. Retrieving the hot pockets, Twilight put them on a paper plate and sat down.

Twilight chewed with the dexterity of an egret, salivating, deftly using both her teeth, as well as the enzymes in her mouth to break down the food into digestible particles. Twilight savored the taste of the hot pockets, rolling the mashed mush around in her mouth. Using her mighty esophagus, Twilight swallowed the hot pockets, reveling in the feeling of the mushed up food that was slowly making its way down her throat.

The hot pockets reached Twilight's stomach with the charm of a finch. The very second they hit the acids at the bottom of the pit-like organ, the hot pockets began to break down into proteins, moving into the small intestines after a quick trip to the liver, where they were quickly stripped of hazardous materials.

Once they had been cleaned, the various proteins made their way through the large and small intestines, being further stripped of all useful material.

With the loveliness of a mackaw, the good bacteria helped solidify the remaining waste into fecal matter, marveling as it made its way to Twilight's rectum.

Back on the surface, it had been several hours, and Twilight severely needed to take a monstrous dump. With the decorum of a dodo, Twilight hobbled into the space bathroom, and sat down on the space toilet.

Tensing the muscles in her butthole, with the finesse of a cardinal, Twilight began to push her poop out of her butt with the nimbleness of a toucan. The massive poopoo stretched her anal ring to its limits, and Twilight grunted and bent over, wiping some cold sweat off of her forehead with a forehoof.

Clutching the counter with the style of a duck, Twilight heaved the heftily lump out of her butthole, only stopping when she heard a satisfying plop, and felt the poopy water splash back against her asshole.

Getting off of the shitter with the comeliness of an eagle, Twilight turned around to inspect her poop and was thoroughly impressed. It was positively massive, so girthy and long. Twilight levitated it to her mouth with her magic, swallowing the footlong fecal feast in one gulp.

Once again, the cycle restarted with the adroitness of a flamingo, as Twilights poop was slowly transformed into ultra-poop. The feces once again slid straight down her esophagus, as it once again reached her stomach. This time however, the shit managed to overload Twilight's liver, infecting her with delicious Ebola.

Twilight left the bathroom and walked over to the headless body of ChuckPLEB who was busy flying the ship.

"Chuck, I think I love you," said Twilight to ChuckPLEB's neck hole.

ChuckPLEB gurgled and spurted more pus in response.

"I knew it!" Twilight jumped atop ChuckPLEB with the propriety of a pigeon as she showered the neck hole in shitty kisses, mixing the poop in her teeth with the pus of ChuckPLEB's neck hole.

Author's Note

The next chapter will be about 2,000 words long.