“Welcome to carousel boutique, where everything is…”

“Where’s the shitter?” interrupted Bug bluntly, as she lacked neither the time nor the patience to deal with the faux friendliness Rarity was spouting. Bug had heard it all before, as the grey glutton was pretty sure the enterprising equine’s establishment in Manehattan had a similar slogan, and as such the mardy mare was swift to shut down the sales spiel with her curt question regarding the on-site amenities. The unprepared unicorn noticeably taken aback by the direct response she had received, as the way the gray earth pony had confidently barged into her store had struck her like a brusque broadside. Bug ignoring the flabbergasted fashionista, as with the sensation of a turtling turd beginning to nudge against her anus, she was in no mood to faff about regarding the nature of her visit.

“It’s down that way, eugh….” Replied Rarity snapping out of her state of stunned shock with a bewildered politeness, before she had to pause and clutch her muzzle in disgust as the paunchy pony let loose a rather fetid fart as she passed. The putrid poot ripping out of Bug’s butt in a gag-inducing gust, which instantly stung the unicorn’s sensitive sinuses like an overbearing colonic cologne. Rarity even thought for a moment that she might have seen a stray feather fluttering forth in the rectal wind, though she was too busy trying to hold down her lunch to properly take stock of the snout singeing situation. Bug not even acknowledging the mare reeling from her rancid outburst, and instead she briskly made her way to the back of the store, where the water closet resided, seemingly oblivious to the foul miasma she had left in her wake.

Bug just brushing off the gagging noise behind her, as with her swaying stomach still sagging with what remained of a mare-sized meal, she had an urgent if dirty deposit to make. The engorged earth pony soon plopped her plump plot down on the seat of the porcelain throne she so sought, as with a relieved “Finally…” she was ready to deal with the pressing weight knocking on her backdoor. Bug gently clenching her core as she felt out the girthy length of festering faecal fudge resting in her rectum, causing another hissing “prrrrt” of flatulence to trickle out of her now yawning tailhole. The ajar arsehole dilating into a gasping gape, in preparation for the brown birthing of the large log of moist manure currently lodged in Bug’s lower bowel. The dense mass of dung shifting slightly with the tensing squeeze of the dour devourer’s core muscles, before with a crackle it eased out with the greasy consistency of clay.

The muddy muck staying somewhat solid, as with a grunt the first sizable sausage of shite was dumped into the bowl below with a loud splash. The mare’s puckered ponut just inching further agape, as a disgusting deluge of dung began to pour out of the open orifice in a steamy stream of hazel-tanned biomass. Bug letting out a strained groan, as a borborygmus barrage rang out of her rear end in a string of bombast bursts of grotty gas. The massive movement brushing over her the trembling threshold of her winking browneye like a scatty snake, as the chocolaty cascade curled out in a semi-solid swirl of fresh fertilizer. Bug’s choking chrysanthemum nibbling over it as the soft soil traversed over her tender tailstar, as the earth pony barely had time to take stock of each septic stretch before another coil of processed pegamare was thumping over the spread sphincter.

The ruined remnants of clothes, bones, feathers and fur, all adding another texture to the torrent of ex-equine mulch surging from Bug’s straining starfish, as the equine exerted herself in a string of inconvenienced murmurs and grumbles. The glute of guano seemingly endless, as a snooty Pegasus, equated to a rather substantial shit once the uptight bitch had been converted down into more agreeable calories. The pulverized based nutrients passing through the sigmoidal easy enough though, as the more useless components of her mare-sized meal had condensed down into an oily ordure. The filling female flesh metabolizing just as easily as any other meat, until all that remained was a pliable poop, that pushed out like a compliant paste. The slabs of warm shit not stopping even when Bug heard a knock at the door, as Rarity had evidently grown concerned at the worrying sounds of intestinal distress echoing out of her soon-to-be-clogged toilet.

“Good Heavens, are you okay? It sounds like a~” exclaimed the unicorn as she cautiously opened the door, ensuring to look away in order to preserve her crapping customer’s dignity.
It only took a single breath of the faeces-fumigated air, to cause her to let out a nauseated “Auuugh…”, as a single breath of the hotboxed air possessed an incomprehensibly loathsome malodour, that raped one’s soul through the lungs. The mortified mare collapsing backwards in a dramatic stumble, as the traumatized seamstress could not help but faint at the horrific sight she has so carelessly walked in on. Bug just letting out a bemused snicker at the over-the-top reaction, as she was sure this was far more stressful than the sugar-coated pleasantries and forced formalities of the unicorn’s regular couth clientele. The grey glutton just disregarding the crumpled-over couturist, as she pinched off the last log, and stood up to wipe.

The predatory pony’s large lunch mostly leaving dry, meaning she only required a few flourishes to scrub any lingering rectal residue from her rear. Bug letting out a satisfied sigh, as she casually tossed the soiled sheets on the impressive pile of cooling poo that had so easily plopped out of her tired tooshie. The moody mare giving her doughy derrière a slow stroke as she took in the fresh flank fat padding her plot with a pleased purr. Bug rising from the devastated bog feeling significantly lighter, as she was no longer carrying for two now that she had disgorged her well-digested dinner date. With that strenous shit over though, Bug’s businesses at the boutique was done, so with a spring in her step, she left without a word, leaving the blocked latrine for Rarity to deal with………

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During a stroll through town, Bug felt a familiar sensation brewing against her backdoor. Sensing that the snobbish partaking of pegamare she had partaken in earlier that day was ready for her brown birthing, the grey glutton made her way over to Carousel Boutique to make a dirty deposit, much to the mortified Rarity's disdain...

A lemon done as a reward for one of my patreons  dimalad . For this month they wanted a story to go with an image they got from Dendollae (https://www.furaffinity.net/user/dendollae/ ), which to my surprise featured Bug, as Dima asked if he could use the dour devourer for this little comic strip. I am really pleased with this piece, as like normal Dendo did an outstanding job. Hopefully you guys enjoy this lewd little comic and its accompanying lemon ;)

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