HMNF!!

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HMNF!!

Mimic gargling out all manner of passionate pants of pleasure, as the moaning mare buckled under the barrage of stimulation battering over her jiggling flesh. The wubbing sound of her thumping heart deafening in her ears, as the fluttering organ jittered with each piston-like undulation from her overly enthusiastic partner. The quivering earth pony having heard the often-salacious rumours about Bug’s erotic establishment, though nothing could have prepared the equine to experience them first-hand. Sure, the decrepit condition of the building the exotic massage parlour was housed in was off-putting, and lent some credence to the hearsay of ponies going missing after visiting, but at this point, Mimic was too lost in her yearning carnal needs to even consider caring.

The lustful noises of debaucherous delight purring out of the perspiration-drenched pony most unladylike,  as each dragging breath that left her body spawned a heaving string of sloppy gagging sounds. A steamy cladding of sweat clinging to Mimic’s shivering curves, as the murmuring mare gave in to the euphoric rapture of the groping caress of the massive medusa molesting her into a jibbering mess of cooing chevaline. The ensnared equine lost to the kneading onslaught, as it felt as though every inch of her aroused skin was under attack from the overly handsy land jellyfish. The beast a particularly cocky and vigorous mood anemone, that promised to show the nickering gal a good time,  so that the gelatinous thing could feed upon the equine’s mounting excitement.

Its oily limbs prodding and poking at every inch of the earth pony’s silky coat, as it filled every viable orifice in order to roughly rut the accommodating mare with seemingly unabating energy. Mimic unready for this, as the clammy creature donned her like a glove, stretching her winching holes into yawning gapes she found unimaginable. This spur-of-the-moment booking way more than she had bargained for, as she tried to remember the advice Bug had given her before slipping her the key to a private room. “Don’t tuck your head in,” immediately coming to mind, even if the task seemed impossible under the buffeting thrusts of the jostling cnidarian, which seemed to be intentionally forcing the smaller pony to give in to her natural instincts and curl into a ball under the girth of its pounding penetration.

The tentacle thrust down her reeling throat making it hard to breathe,  as the anemone capitalized on the mare’s lack of autonomy to get a long feel of the buttery globes of her breasts. Another throbbing tendril pushing ever deeper into her ponut, whilst its twitching twin embedded itself into her clenching cunt like a phallic sword, that was threatening to tickle the bottom of her lungs as it rammed against Mimic’s cowering cervix. Each jerk jostling the mare’s ovaries, threatening to scramble her eggs as the brutish beast unceremoniously scrambled her tender insides with a brutish precision. It was around this time Mimic began cursing herself for wearing mascara, as the inky makeup was now starting to sting her watering eyes. The brunt of this unexpected deepthroating, leaving the meticulously applied cosmetics oozing down her rosy cheeks like waterfalls of oil, as the storm of tactile stimulation succulently squeezed its way over her more ample areas with a ravenous hunger.

It just kept going, the mare foolishly signing on for an hour session, as out of the corner of her bloodshot eyes, she could see not even 15 minutes of her scheduled session had elapsed. This inter-species intercourse seeming to last for eternity, as the mood anemone seemed set on sexually devouring her like the mewling morsel it had rendered her down to. Its heavy-handed attention leaving her marehood moist under the flustering frenzy, as the gyrating palps of flesh striking flesh filled the steamy room like a fornicating symphony.  The flurry enough to burn through the pony’s pent-up needs already, but her time was far from over, based on the perpetual lurching of her compromised core.

 Mimic letting out a mumbling gurgle of abject delight, she could only respond like a smitten lump of shuddering contentness, as she allowed the jelly-like monstrosity to sheathe deep into the wet embrace of her snug snatch and agape arsehole. The mare simply loving the harsh handling, as her opinion was reduced to a series of tight holes for the sizable anemone to intimately investigate. The sundering situation more than up to the equine’s expectations though, and once it eventually heard the bell to drop her, and the mare had taken the time to cool off with a much-needed shower, she would be sure to book another womb-rattling date with Bug’s emotionally hungry masseuse….

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After some of her friends had mentioned the benefits of a Mood Anemone massage, Mimic had decided to visit Bug and give the treatment a try, though I don't think she thought it would be so enthusiastic....

A steamy tentacle rape collab between me and Crazy ( https://derpibooru.org/profiles/Crazy+Water ). This one featuring TheMimicArtist's (https://derpibooru.org/profiles/TheMimicArtist ) OC Mimic, who is currently being railed by one of the medium-sized Mood Anemone's in Bug's menagerie...

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