Two sounds were forming the white noise of Line’s unconventional evening. The first was the gently whirling of the automatic milker that was applying a steady suction on her engorged teats making her face blush at the pleasant attention. The second sound was the muffled screams of a purple mare who was well on her way to becoming a shapely bulge sitting in the pony’s midsection as she slipped into the eager and waiting stomach.

To make matters kinkier, Bug had thought it necessary to use one of her restraining wracks to hold Line in place like a pinned butterfly. The slate earthpony a bit of a wild card variable, and in truth Line had expected to be filling out a barrel tonight, so in a way she was pleasantly surprised when a big tittied earthpony was shoved headfirst into her maw, and from there Bug had fed the wailing mare into the undulating gullet. The jiggling of her quarry causing Line to swing gently like a pendulum as the momentum of the mare she was inhaling wriggled ineffectually to escape her caustic fate. The yellow mare was helpless to resist as she sat in a subdued jack-knife position as she was force-fed a full-blown mare sized meal. All the while her teats were drip feeding her warm luscious milk into the sucking machine, the milker doing a good job emptying her ready for fresh milk formed from her hearty feast.

Line knew the mare she was in the process of ingesting, Grace Manewitz, some secretary who worked down at the council, so the yellow mare assumed the bespectacled pony had denied one of Bug’s outlandish planning permission requests. Bug was a stubborn mare and probably had felt slighted by that and had decided Grace had earned a belly bath for her transgression even if it may have been minor. What had surprised Line though was she had not come home to find the poor secretary as a bulge in one of Bug’s many pets or the slate mare her selves growling stomach as the earth pony rubbed one out on Grace’s erratic twitches as she expired.

That wasn’t the case though, and as Bug had rammed the cringing face of the distraught secretary into Line’s gob, and Bug took the liberty to explain her demented processes, which to her were logical and sound. She needed a large amount of pony milk, the reason she didn’t do it herself as she was gifted with a pair of grapefruit between her legs escaped Line, but from her bound position, she was not in much of a position to protest. Line opening her mouth to say something and the next thing she knew her palate was being assaulted by the sweet flavours of Grace as her cringing face was casually slotted into the soft pink maw. Grace's muzzle hitting the uvula and skidding easily into the back of the throat, so her snort of dissatisfaction made a wet raspberry ring out as she ruffled Line’s slimy gullet lumen.

From there Bug simply muttered something telling Line to relax and just pushed, Grace squirming but easily overpowered by the deceptively strong mare that Line called friend. A stray grey hoof cupping a feel on the quad of bosoms that she was in the presence of, causing muffled gasps to escape the two mares that in a few hours would be consolidated into one, the soft flesh offering just enough resistance so that the nerves were pinched pleasurably. The feeling of her gullet parting as jibbering mare flesh slid easily down the slick chute in a way strangely satisfying, as Line was still unused to pony prey and was still enraptured by the fact that every pony seemed to have a unique flavour. Grace was surprisingly delectable for a pencil pusher, her taste a mixture of sugar and what felt like the lingering aftertaste of lilac. This starburst of flavour causing Line to moan as she began to reflexively swallow to tuck away this large treat that Bug had tossed into her mouth like a fish to a seal.

The first gulp wet and strained as the imprinted face of the now hysterical Grace strummed Line’s throat like the skin of a drum, tickling her sinuses as the mare cried bloody murder. Her blonde tail was swishing back and forth like a windmill as her back legs ineffectually squirmed, Bug just holding her steady and already having lined her up to the deadfall to the stomach just applied a gentle pressure to send Grace gradually on her way to the stomach that was grumbling in anticipation for the meal to come. Shoulders, bunched up forelegs and soon a good portion of her heaving barrel was wrapped in a shroud of rolling oesophagus, all growing sodden with saliva and once sufficiently greased up slotting into the formfitting throat that was pulsing away in dilating undulations.

The exertion of claiming a meal her size causing Line to break into a sweat as her pulse quickened. The groping sensation of her teats being milked made her loins grow all the moister as the phenomenon of dominating a fellow pony as nothing more than an impromptu snack added further lust to the Jug fondling. Bug was right, it was too easy, especially with earth pony's, there were not prodding horns or flailing wings, just a smooth curvaceous form to let the lips glide down, as a person easily transitioned from individual to calories. Line wished Bug had removed Grace’s accessories though, as from experience she knew glasses and jewellery clogged the piping, but in her haste to meet a dairy quota, Bug had shoved Grace in glasses and all and it was going to be a dice roll to see which hole the specs left from.

Sucking on her mare lollipop, Line’s lips came to a rest upon the curve of Grace’s hips. Line had a casual look of enjoyment plastered upon her greasy face, the thrill of the hunt making her more than a little sweaty, but nowhere near close to Grace who was haggard from her worming as she had slowly been claimed by the unintentional predator who wouldn’t bat an eye at having a free dinner. The purple mare already worn out for her jostling, as it had done nothing to slow Line’s advance and now, she was just a confident gulp away from the precipice of becoming a belly speedbump, and then a slowly diminishing protrusion as she was sorted into her base elements.

Giving a smug smile at her handiwork, Bug stepped away and to the side, as Line’s tired brown eyes followed her. Bug confident that Line could finish her snack without further goading, as she checked the milk tank to see a pint of thick buttery gold had collected, and she could only imagine how much a mare sized supplement would provide as Line’s teats were already drizzling motherly honey. Both Line and Grace were hot and bothered as their teats glistening in sweat. both Parties nipples drizzled a creamy and fertile milk, as the turgid tits found release from the steamy pressure that had filled the room during this assertive ingestion. Line’s produce finding purpose unlike Grace's, as it was slurped up the milkers tubing to be added to the vat that soon Grace’s repurposed form would also call home. The breasts were wobbling on both parties, but Grace’s tits swaying was all the more intense as her fidgeting clitoral hood and winking anus were causing an aftershock in her plush posterior that was gleaming in its coating of perspiration as she just shivered as the realisation her whole form was going to take the long slide.

Grace paused her writhing for but a moment, her body tired, her heart thumping almost as loud as Line’s body ticking over around her head. the mare knew she had to escape, but she knew no way out of this dire predicament , her nose kissing the stomach sphincter as the dread of what lay beneath caused Grace to grimace in fear. The stomach making loud aggressive noises as it seemed to know that the mare it was going to sluice was on the precipice of getting forced down the tight donut of flesh into the searing cauldron of enzymes. Another sound worried Grace more, the moaning of enjoyment of her devourer, Line making sounds of agreement on the quality of the horse meat she was consuming, leaving Grace with nothing to look forward to other than being dumped in the coming days from this forced dinner date.

Outside Grace’s hocks were striking her teats like bells, causing the sagging flesh to slap together in lewd sounds of impacting flesh. the paired globules of fat leaking all the more profusely as sensing her last opportunity to escape and the chorus of the hungry stomach egging her on Grace gave one last spasticated spasm as she tried to prevent the inevitable.

Breasts bouncing in the breeze as little more than balloons of supple flesh, Line gave another gulp and the eek from her bulging belly made Bug smirk, Grace was showing all the signs to be a mare who would marinate in a most pleasurable way. Watching Line give an aggressive gulp as she straddled the hips of her even now resisting prey. The yellow mares worming tongue finding its way to the smooshing crotch boobs, the soft lunchmeat pressing flat as Grace could do nothing but moan in complaint. The mammaries draining like an orange in a juice press as they sprayed slightly sour milk across the room to form droplets on the tiled floor, Bug not stupid enough to carpet her sex dungeon. Watching the bullet like nipples of Grace wriggling with her hips bucking as she tried to pull herself back left Bug wet at the futility of this silly secretary turned meal, and she could think one thing.

Line was going to be in need of servicing once this helping was tucked away in the hamper, and seeing as Bug already knew what areas this mare’s death spasm were going to tickle she knew that only her limber tongue would be able to help……..

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Another collab between me and Crazy Water ( https://derpibooru.org/profiles/Crazy+Water ).

This one is the combination of a few things that were tickling Crazy, we bounced and made it into an oof tastic idea. Bug needs a vast quantity of mare milk and is now farming it out of Line well getting rid of a few of the more irksome ponies that have bothered Bug over the last few weeks.

Bug is in need of mare milk, thankfully she has a good cow to make all the milk she could want, after taking her out for dinner of course. I am sure Grace is the first of many to slip down that throat in the next few days until Bug has a nice full vat of mare milk.

On a random side note this is the first time the background mare Grace Manewitz has been vored so enjoy this first :)

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