This is not the expression you want to be met with, after opening a door whilst looking for one of your friends during a house party. On the plus side, you found Berryshine, as the last tufts of her purple mane slipped between Bug’s lips like a colourful noodle being slurped. Your eyes tracing the downward progress of the bulge Berryshine’s wriggling head made as it oozed lethargically downwards. The distended veil of slate fur gave more than enough detail to track the mewling mare’s squirming form, as she sluiced into the grey glutton’s gut with just a relaxed swallow. Gravity doing most of the work, as the disturbed devourer’s feast of worming chevaline slotted neatly into her practised stomach, no differently than any other meal of mare meat the experienced equine eater had bolted down over the years.

Of course, the look you were getting from Bug was far from reassuring, as not a hint of guilt or shame washed over her face in the split second it had taken you to interrupt her mid-ingestion.  Instead, she just rubbed her neck with a gentle hoof, easing Berryshine down, as though what you were witnessing was the most natural thing in the world. Her belly drooping with an undignified quiver, as it swelled to accept its bleating pony passenger, completely unbothered by the fidgeting fuss of its most recent occupant.  Your eyes traced the subtle swaying of the bloated barrel as the engorged equine turned to face you, a cold confidence running through her encumbered mannerisms, as to your alarmed horror, you realized you had foolishly wandered within snarfing distance, and this single serving of packed-away pony was about to come with an equally filling dessert.

Before you could act, she was upon you, the weight of her and Berryshine pinning you down, leaving you unable to escape her ravenous advances. A voracious hunger gleaming in her eyes as a sinister smirk spreading across the mardy mare’s muzzle like a fiendish flash flood. The intensity conveying her intent without a word, as she silently let you know this wasn’t the first time she had digested the evidence of her self-indulgent wrong-doing.  The slate snarfer’s saliva-slickened mouth opening, as she descended upon her prey with a confident chug, eager to consume her unplanned second conquest of the night before they had a chance to squeal, in order to prevent any more drunken partygoers wandering in on her mid-meal. A few calculated taps from one of her back hooves locking and bolting the door you had entered from with a string of gentle clicks, as without any further interruption she began to enjoy the lump of bleating pony protein she had captured in peace….


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If you open a door and come face to face with Bug mid-meal, and she gives you this look, you'd best believe you're soon going to be stewing with the first serving currently sliding down her throat...

A lemon done for a sketch Crazy ( https://derpibooru.org/profiles/Crazy+Water ) did for me as a gift quite a few years ago. This one features the ever-ravenous Bug slurping down the last tufts of Berryshine's mane, as she gives a rather innocent look after being disturbed during dinner.

This Sketch was coloured by the ever-reliable plaguetyranno , who must have coloured over a hundred Bug pieces by now :) .


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