“Element of surprise….”

Muttered Line to herself, as the yellow repeated Bug’s advice like a mumbled mantra, in order to ensure the seemingly wise words stuck in the short time it took her to make her way around the point in pursuit of her prospective prey.  Line appreciating Bug’s help, as though she would never ask her grey friend for tips on how to maintain a tragic look for a frizzy mane, she knew her curvaceous companion was an expert at eating equines, so the snarfing strategy the proficient predator had suggested was sure to be a success. There was a reason the moody mare was often referred to as the grey glutton, as they both shared a ravenous taste for consuming chubby chevaline.

This reassured Line, as she stealthily snuck up on her potential quarry,  who seemed oblivious to her looming danger. Line’s mouth already watering in anticipation for the massive meal of mare meat to come, as it was delectably delightful that the buxom bimbo was completely blind to the fact she was about to be bolted down by some random mare who had casually window-shopped her for eating. The distracted equine seemingly more content to scan the shoreline in front of her in search of seashells, as Line discretely closed the gap. The Lemon mare’s hazel eyes firmly locked on the wiggling gait of the sauntering slut’s wide hips before her, as she could practically taste how juicy they would be when they were succulently sliding down her tight throat.  The way Beachy’s buttery buns rippled with each jiggling step simply intoxicating, and Line couldn’t take her sights off that doughy derrière until she was close enough to slap those bubbly buttocks.

Even from behind Beachy’s titanic tits were visible, supple spheres swaying with each wandering stride, as Line fantasized about the sexy bulge those chubby curves were going to make in her stomach. That much ample female flesh straining her middle, as she could already picture the sensation of those meaty milkers wriggling against the cramped walls of her grumbling gut. If she didn’t want to be food, she shouldn’t have been flaunting her opulent assets, as Line found herself drawn to Beachy’s well-endowed contours like a moth to a flame. All it took was the peckish pony to pounce, as with a forceful lunge she seized her unsuspecting victim from behind with a blindsiding grapple.

The confused yelp of her startled snack instantly muffled, as Beachy’s alarmed muzzled met moist maw, in the rushed moment it took Line to ram the other mare’s head into her gaping gob. The taste of coconut shampoo rushing over Line’s tastebuds, as with a rolling gulp she took Beachy to her shoulders before her stacked snack could even think to start bucking.  Another surging swallow packing away another few inches of what Line could already tell was going to be a filling meal, as though she was inexperienced this was not the first time she had made a pony-sized indulgence disappear. Even so, she was not one to be overly hasty, as she took the time to properly indulge in the opulent anatomy on display before it was invariably ingested.

Beachy for her part too confused to properly fight back, as she felt some unknown assailant sternly sink into her heaving bosom with a lecherous squeeze.   The massive mammaries bending like butter beneath the groping pressure, as Line inspected the bountiful boobs as though they were succulent slabs of marbled ham. The stunned slut too stupefied to even squeal under the jarring brunt of a blindsiding grab and gulp, allowing her perverse attacker to take a moment to sample the plump physique of the petrified pony. The feeling like milk chocolate melting upon Line’s tongue, as she mulled the fruity tang of the pony pressing against her palate. Alas though this glimmer of bliss could not linger longer, as Beachy began to jerk in a disorientated attempt to dislodge the suckling lips currently lapping against her collar bones.

  Line letting out an annoyed grunt upon realizing she didn’t have the time to properly play with her pneumatic food, though quickly gulping down the girl wasn’t going to stop her from continuing to cup an invasive feel of her flailing fodder as she threaded her now actively squirming treat past her tonsils. Those jubbly melons would squash into place under peristaltic pressure, and with those mature mounds of tantalizing fat tucked away, Beachy’s appealing arse would follow suit, without much effort. Line just leaning in to the trembling thrashing of her impromptu lady lunch, as with another palpitating undulation Beachy’s gorgeous globes began to fold into place. Line lathering them with her tongue with a swilling slurp, as another few inches of trembling skin slipped over Line’s teeth with a silky smoothness. Bug was right, the agreeable grain of her whimpering victim making this all the easier, as the fact the blubbery bitch had barely even bothered to wear clothes, made this all the easier.  The lack of a bland wrapper giving Line all the access she needed to relish her fidgeting fodder's natural nuances, as it was safe to say Line had now found the prime place to partake in the busty ponies she so craved….

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Taking Bug's advice to heart, Line follows through and enjoys a buxom Beachy buffet...

A lemon collab between me and Crazy ( https://derpibooru.org/profiles/Crazy+Water ). This one features Line using the advice Bug gate her to snag a snack formerly known as Beachy Keen...

This piece serves as the direct follow up for the story found here:

https://aryion.com/g4/view/1065691

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